Chapter 33
DOVE
“Fuck!” My world goes quiet as all focus drops and homes in on the heat building between my legs as Felix’s fingers curl inside me, hitting that perfect little spot. I’d fall over if I wasn’t already settled in his lap.
“I’ve got you,” Felix whispers against my lips.
Anything else he says melts into the pool of desire flooding my lower belly.
I cling to his shoulders, breaking the kisses and burying my face in his neck where I latch on with my mouth and suck in time to the thrust of his fingers.
I’m too hot all over.
Every part of me is burning up and the only thing that soothes me is the rock of Felix’s fingers inside me, the bump of his cock below me and the caress of his other hand carefully working up and down my back.
Soon, he sweeps upward and unhooks my bra, sending it to join the rest of the clothes on the floor.
Pleasure builds hot and tight in my core while my heart races faster and faster.
I can't stand it.
Breaking away from Felix’s neck, I throw my head back and rely on his hand on my back to keep me steady as I pant my pleasure into the open air.
Both my hands claw along his shoulders then bury in his hair, where I caress the strands.
Felix drops his head to my chest, using my backward arch as a way to gain access to my breasts and he lavishes attention over them with his lips and teeth like he’s a man addicted.
He must be.
To go through everything he’s been through, learn everything he’s learned, and still desire me?
Obsession isn’t a strong enough word for what seems to exist within Felix.
And I’m just as addicted to it.
I’m addicted to him.
“Fuck, Felix—!” His name tears from me like a prayer, curling into the air as his fingers pump faster and faster into me.
Angling my hips just right, the heel of his palm rubs just enough against my clit to give me that extra spark of pleasure key to unlocking my impending orgasm
Sweat breaks out across my skin, tight wounds and bruises pull and throb but no pain reaches the pleasure fog in my mind, and shivers race up and down my arms and back.
I’m close.
I’m so close I almost can’t stand it.
I focus on that sensation, the tight ball of heat growing inside me and within three thrusts of Felix’s thick fingers, I’m there.
Pleasure explodes through me like a firework, sending warmth and tingles to every limb.
My toes curl, air catches in my lungs and my abdomen contracts so tightly that it teeters on painful.
Then I snap, like a bowstring pulled too far and my entire world succumbs to the pleasure.
Pulse after pulse of my core against his fingers brings a pleased, almost cocky groan from Felix.
It’s enough, but as my orgasm fades, it’s not enough.
And he’s still hard.
Felix gathers me against his chest and throws me down onto the bed but as he crawls between my thighs with kisses and lavishes hot attention against my throat, another thought sparks in my mind,
Locking my legs around his waist, I tense my thighs and brace my shoulders, then I quickly flip us over with such abruptness that an adorable squeak of shock erupts from Felix.
He lands on his back, eyes wide and mouth open while he stares up at me.
“Holy shit,” he groans as his cock twitches underneath me. “That was hot.”
“I wanna be on top,” I pant down at him. “I wanna see you.”
“See me?” He arches one brow and both his hands settle on my hips. “You can always see me.”
“I wanna see all of you.”
After shedding his pants and boxers, I rest on top of Felix and tease him by rolling my slick, wet pussy along the length of his hard cock while we trade kisses and run our hands over each other’s bodies.
Deep, guttural grumbles and moans rumble through Felix’s chest as each slow drag of my hips slicks up his cock and teases him with enough heat to drive him mindless.
And it’s working.
His kisses grow a little sloppy, he grips me a little harder and holds me a little tighter.
Exactly what I want.
Injuries aside, I’m not a doll he should be scared of breaking and yet he treats me with a certain care that I don’t need right now.
“Holy shit,” Felix gasps after a few minutes of torturous grinding. “My balls are gonna burst.”
“Don’t you dare.” I cup his chin with my fingers and thumb and force him to look at me. “If you cum before you’re inside me, you’ll never taste this kitty ever again.”
His eyes roll back in his head while his cock twitches against me and I smirk, then lean down and kiss him. “Good boy.”
“I hate you,” he groans. His chest heaves upward and he tosses his head to one side, then meets my gaze. “I love you.”
“Of course you do.” Three little words that carry more weight than I’m prepared for so I reach down between our bodies and grasp his thick, aching cock.
The moan that punches out of his is almost like a wounded sound but it’s nothing compared to the deep, pleasure-filled groan that follows as I finally sink down onto his cock and give him the feeling we’re both craving.
There’s nothing like being filled by someone who adores you.
I waste no time and immediately set up a punishing rhythm bouncing on his cock, rolling my hips in different directions to drag all sorts of needy, impressive sounds past Felix’s lips.
He cups my hands, caresses my abdomen and clutches at my breasts, even tries to get his own back by pinching my nipples but one flex of my walls around his cock is enough to send him back into a whimpering mess.
It’s good. It’s too good. The weight inside me, the stretch of his cock, the glide of every thick inch reaching deeper inside me than his fingers ever could.
I brace both my hands on his chest and ride him harder, panting as I chase my second orgasm and keep him pinned like he’s just a tool for my pleasure.
His dark, lust-filled eyes never leave me and when I lean down and kiss him, he bites back just as hungry.
Chest to chest, once we kiss we don’t stop and my hips piston down on his cock over and over until my core is burning and he’s trembling from restraint.
I can’t take much more.
“Cum,” I gasp against his lips. “Cum for me.”
Gazing deep into one another’s eyes, we share the same bubble of air but neither of us blinks until Felix arches up and cums deep inside me. His breath catches in his throat and he presses his head back into the pillow, then tightens his grip on my waist.
The flood of heat deep inside me is the most satisfying thing I’ve felt in a long time and I try to maintain my gaze but it’s too late.
My second orgasm crashes over me and turns my limbs to jelly, forcing me flat down against his chest while wave after pulsing wave of utter ecstasy washes over me.
The caress of desire fades into a quivering warmth of comfort and Felix wraps his arms around me even as we’re both still twitching.
I love him too.
It would be the perfect thing to say right now but the words don’t come. Only sweet, lazy, satisfying kisses as we remain as one.
Sleep comes not long after once Felix cleans me up and bundles me up in his arms.
For the first time in longer than I can remember, I don’t dream.
My rest is deep and peaceful without nightmares, without worry or fear, or the impending dread that’s existed in the back of my mind ever since I fled this life.
That peace shatters when I wake up the next morning and realization hits me.
I slept while Alex is still out there.
I fucked Felix while my son is still missing. The guilt hits like a brick punch so I untangle myself from Felix’s sleeping form, dress, and blearily head toward the kitchen for coffee.
To my surprise, Bree is already there.
“Morning!” She smiles widely at me. “Sleep well?”
“Uhm… sort of.”
“That’s good. You need rest. I know things are terrible and as I’ve said, I can’t imagine it, so I’m glad you were able to sleep. Coffee?” She holds up the pot for me. “Freshly brewed.”
“Yes, please.”
Bree pours me a cup and passes it to me, then she offers me a small bowl of packet sugar and sweeteners. “You look brighter this morning.”
“I slept with Felix.” The words blurt out of me and visibly catch Bree off guard as her eyes widen and her cheeks pinken ever so slightly.
“That’s… good?” She raises one brow. “You wanted to, right?”
Wrapping my hands around my cup, I nod. “Sorry. I don’t know why I said that. I just woke up and felt so guilty and I thought…”
Bree’s expression softened. “You thought telling a stranger would earn you the judgment you feel like you deserve.”
I squint at her and fight a yawn. “Yeah. Maybe. I think so. I don’t know.”
“I’m not going to judge you,” she replies warmly. “And you shouldn’t hang yourself for a few minutes of pleasure.”
“But Alex is still out there, I should have been—.”
“Stop.” She cuts in with a voice so sharp that it reminds me of the tone I’ve used on Alex.
“Don’t do that. If you weren’t sleeping with Felix then you would have just been sleeping because I would not have let you leave.
It’s completely normal to want to feel something good amid the horrors you’re going through.
If anyone can understand that, I’m sure Felix can.
Beating yourself up for the little things?
That isn’t going to help you and it isn’t going to help Alex. ”
Staring down at the liquid in my cup clinging to the last few spins of my spoon, the acidic guilt in my gut doesn’t ease but some of the pressure in my chest does. “I feel like I should be doing more.”
“You’re doing everything you can.” Bree moves closer and leans across the counter to grasp my wrist. “You are no good to Alex dead or exhausted, you hear me? He needs you at your best, and if a little sex helps click everything back into place, then so be it.”
The guilt eases a little. I lift the cup to my lips and take a large sip of the coffee, intent on thanking Bree but before I can, Felix rushes into the kitchen. He’s half-dressed with his hair standing up at all angles and a little breathless from his run.
“Dove!”
“What is it?” The dark look on his face makes my chest seize instantly. “Felix, what’s wrong?”
“I just got a call from Reese. He’s got Alex and he wants to trade. Alex… for you.”