2. Felix #4
My mouth broke from hers and traveled down her chin to her neck, biting as she clutched me tighter with her legs, then she swung her hand free and raised it to the camera nearby, flipping it off.
The employee’s voice returned. “Real mature, Danika.” I adjusted my grip on the BB gun and tossed it toward the camera, smacking it enough to make it tilt.
“Yeah, real nice. Listen, if you two don’t knock it off I’m going to have to call my manager…
and no one wants that.” I wasn’t sure who sounded more annoyed, us or the employee.
Dream groaned, then gripped my face and kissed me. “Want to get out of here?” I nodded. “Perfect. Then what are you waiting for, Felix? Take me home.”
Don’t have to ask me twice.
DREAM
The front door to my apartment swung wide open as Felix pushed me inside, holding me close as my body remained wrapped around him like a snake. He glanced at the door, kicking it shut. “It was unlocked, wasn’t it?”
For this very reason.
I grinned, wriggling free. “You know me so well.” I winked, kicking off my boots as he did the same.
He made a face that only added to my enjoyment.
“You can lock it if you really want to,” I said in a playful voice.
“But, to be honest, I feel so much safer with you here.” I stripped out of my jean shorts and fishnets, kicking them aside before I plopped down on the rose-colored velvet couch, watching as he locked the door.
Felix smiled. “I’m not risking anyone interrupting us again.
” He stepped toward me, stopping maybe a foot away, those deadly green eyes burning with such raw, animalistic hunger.
The man was tall, but from what I felt earlier, his body was like heaven, and I wanted a piece of it for myself.
“Now, where were we?” he asked, tilting his head.
His black hair was beginning to curl faintly, still stained by all the paint from earlier.
The colors glowed against his darker complexion.
So yummy.
I rolled onto my knees, bouncing faintly while looking at him with wide eyes.
“I don’t know…” I twirled a loose strand of my hair.
“But why don’t you be a good boy, and remind me?
” I cocked my head and smiled. My center ached from how excited he made me feel…
so focused on me. Little did he know he was playing right into my hands, and I didn’t plan on letting him go any time soon.
Poor little stalker…I’ve been imagining this moment since the night I set eyes on you in the club. And now, you’re mine.
Felix’s arm reached forward, gently touching my face.
His heavily tattooed hand and fingers felt my skin, stroking my cheek with such a delicate amount of pressure.
He glided his thumb along my lower lip, tugging it softly, all while my eyes remained fixated on his face.
He seemed a little older than me, but not by much.
You could tell he’d spent a lot of time in the sun, but what intrigued me the most was the small scar he had hidden along the temple of his head.
It ran the length of his scalp, and wouldn’t be noticeable to most, but I saw it.
I wonder what dark past could be hiding behind those eyes…
Felix pulled away, but I didn’t want him to stop, so I wrapped my mouth around his thumb and sucked.
That’s right…keep those eyes on me.
I released him with a wet pop, then licked my lips. The man’s chiseled jaw clenched tight and I knew he was holding back.
“Naughty little cottontail,” he groaned before gripping my neck. I gasped, smiling at how rough he was being. “I’ve been easy with you up until now.”
My brow flicked at the playful enticement.
“Why? I didn’t ask you to be.” My torso leaned forward toward him.
“Did you think that’s what I wanted? To be handled like some delicate little doll?
” I asked, tilting my head. “I’d rather you tie me up and throw me around…
let go of all that pent up rage and anger you keep hidden away from the world.
” I reached out and traced his tattoos and the swollen veins along his arm.
A low, rumbling growl vibrated from his chest and my eyes shot to his, sensing he was ready.
“There it is,” I whispered with glee. “What’re you waiting for? ” He didn’t speak. “Break me, Felix.”
My words must’ve triggered something within him because he immediately snapped, breaking all his restraints.
He slammed his mouth onto mine, our tongues sliding along one another.
His arms planted firmly along the couch on either side of me while he leaned into my body, kissing my neck and chest. “You smell so fucking sweet…but I bet you taste even better.” He shoved me back, falling to his knees.
Yes.
I tried to control my breathing but was too swept up in the steamy haze of how he was making me feel.
My nerves tingled all over my body as he raised my shirt, letting his mouth wrap around my nipple.
His hot breath brushed it with a loud moan, his tongue flicking it just right while his other hand rubbed over the hot pink thong I wore.
“Fuck,” he moaned, pressing against me, feeling how wet I was.
“You really are a dream, aren’t you?” He smiled, looking down at me.
“I’m curious…will your face look the same as it does when you come on camera?
” He quickened his fingers, stroking me so fucking well.
“Or do I get to see the one you keep hidden from all your viewers? The real face you make when you come so hard you think your heart might stop beating.”