Chapter 17
The door of the hotel room slammed shut. Jo barely registered Felix flipping the deadbolt, in too much of a rush to bother with the “Do Not Disturb” sign. Their bags hit the floor, and then his hands were on her, holding her face and drawing her in. Their mouths met—hot and needy. Jesus, he tasted so good. He whispered her name over and over between each touch of their lips. Jo had never loved the sound of her own name more.
She buried her hands in his hair and dragged him closer until he staggered into her. She stumbled back against the wall, and Felix’s body fell onto hers. Like the other night, his cock was already hard against her stomach. Tonight, though, she wouldn’t leave him wanting. Jo moaned and arched her back, pushing her belly forward. Felix pressed back, hard, grinding against her as he panted. He stepped his legs apart and shifted to straddle her hip. The pressure of his muscled thigh against her pussy was exquisite, but she craved more. More. She hitched her leg over his hip, and he caught her knee.
“Fuck.” The word came out of him hard and fast, like he’d been punched in the stomach.
He raised his head, brushing his lips across her forehead. His stubble scratched pleasantly, and Jo sucked her lower lip between her teeth. Felix’s thumb brushed a tender caress over her cheek.
“I don’t want to go too fast,” he said gently.
“I’m ready, Felix. I promise.”
“I appreciate your clarity on that, but that’s not what I mean.” He shifted back and eased her leg down. “I mean I don’t want this to be over too soon. I can’t even see you properly.”
Oh. That. With the blackout curtains closed, and their complete disregard of the lights, the only illumination came from the hallway light leaking under the door.
“You’ve gotten me all riled up today,” he continued. “All weekend, really. But I want us to take our time together.” He brushed her cheek again, bumping the bottom of her glasses. “I don’t want a quick fuck against the wall in the dark.”
He was right, damn him. As hot as the lust pounding through her blood was, as much as she was already desperate for release, there was no reason to rush. It would be all the sweeter if they eased into it.
“I don’t want that either,” Jo said. She fumbled along the wall and flipped the first switch she found, flooding them with light from above. She watched Felix’s pupils adjust in his dark brown irises.
“That’s better,” he purred. His palms glided down her arms until he captured her hands. He drew her away from the wall. Jo matched him, step for step. They each toed off their shoes as they went, stopping once they stood between the two beds. The entryway light bathed the room in a pale yellow glow.
“Is this enough light?” Jo asked.
“Yes.” His eyes trailed lazily up and down her body. His gaze was so intimate, she might as well already be naked. He gripped her hands tighter, settled that intense stare on her eyes. She was suddenly finding it difficult to breathe. “What I said the other night still goes. Whatever you want. However long you want it. So tell me, Jo. Tell me what you want. Let me give it to you.”
Jo licked her lips. “Show me how good you are with your hands, Felix. Touch me.”
He moved in closer, crowded her space. She didn’t budge. The rich, spicy scent of cloves enveloped her.
“Where? Tell me where.”
“Everywhere.”
She wasn’t surprised when his hands found her ass first. The man was obsessed. He groaned just from the pleasure of touching her there. She grasped his shoulders to steady herself, feeling the muscles shift as he moved. He dug his fingers in—groping, fondling, grabbing. As if he’d been hungering for this ever since his first taste on the night of the tornado.
“More, Felix,” she encouraged. “Touch me more.”
One hand stayed where it was, kneading the fullness of her cheek, while the other slid to her thigh and caressed her. If only he’d continue circling forward, moving to the front of her body and giving her pussy that pressure she’d felt from his leg. But no. He was content to keep to the outside of her thigh. He dragged his fingertips up, up, all the way to her ribs. He grasped the hem of her T-shirt, right along the band of her bra, and pulled.
Nothing happened.
“What—?”
“It’s tied,” she reminded him.
“Fucking…” He roughly untied the knot in her shirt. Her body jerked with the force of his actions, and she let out a small, delighted cry. Felix gave her a lopsided smirk. “You like that? When I’m rough with you?”
“Maybe a little,” she admitted with a grin to complement his.
Felix kissed her cheek. “I’ll keep that in mind for another time. Tonight, I’m going to take care of you.”
“Oh,” she breathed. Her heart fluttered in her chest. When was the last time someone took care—really took care—of her in this way? She didn’t want to think about it too hard.
“That’s what I thought,” he said, reading her like a book. “You like that idea even better, don’t you?”
“Yeah.”
“Good. Now, where was I?”
He grasped her loosened shirt in both fists and pulled it over her head. As he let it drop to the floor, he paused and took her in, his gaze roving her body. She expected him to remove her lacy pink and white bra next so he could see her boobs.
Instead, with the tips of two fingers, he touched her left shoulder and moved her bra strap down her arm, leaving bare the tattoo on her chest. Halfway between her shoulder and breast were inked the words she’d read to him during that first MnM lesson: “Yes, you, adventurer.” Felix ran his fingers over them as if he were touching something sacred. With care. Respect. Reverence. Her skin prickled.
“May I kiss you here?” he asked her, his eyes flicking to hers.
“God, yes.”
He leaned forward and pressed the sweetest kiss to her tattoo, right over the word “you.” Jo’s breath caught, and tears sprang to her eyes.
“Felix.” She tried to say more, but the words stuck in her throat. She swallowed and seized his head. If she couldn’t tell him how much that kiss meant to her, she would show him. She ravaged his mouth with kisses, pouring every emotion that surged through her into each one. Felix took her by the hips again, holding her so tightly she might bruise. She didn’t care. Let his fingerprints mark every inch of her body. Let him claim her. She would claim him right back.
She grasped his shoulders and bunched up the fabric of his new MnM shirt, hitching it up his back. “Let me see you,” she begged around their kisses. “Let me see.”
“Thought you’d never ask.”
He raised his arms, and she yanked his shirt off, discarding it on the floor beside her own.
“Christ Almighty,” she swore. He was unreal. The planes and contours of his body were superhero perfect, anatomy textbook perfect. Just looking at him made her so wet she could feel it dampen her panties. “I should take up boxing.”
Felix laughed and took her by the wrist. He placed her hand on his bare chest. His heart pounded beneath her palm. She curled her fingers into his thick, dark hair and listened to his contented moan.
“What do you think?” he asked.
“Yup.” Jo was nodding like a goddamn fool. “Good. Real… really good.”
“Do you want to see more?” He guided her hand toward his waistband. He shuddered as her fingertips combed through his chest hair, rippled over his abs. “I’ll touch you first, Jo. But I want you to take off my jeans.”
Now that he’d drawn her attention downward, Jo could only stare at the bulge of his dick against his fly. She wanted to see it. Wanted it inside her. “I can do that.”
“That’s my girl.”
Jesus, why did the core of her being melt when he said that? Why did it make her whimper like a needy kitten? For years now, Jo had hated being called a girl, especially working in a profession where people often treated her as if she were young and na?ve. But God damn it, she could listen to Felix praise her like that—warm and doting and sincere—all fucking day.
He let go of her wrist, and she eased the fly of his jeans open. She brushed his cock, drawing a guttural sound out of him. His erection was even bigger with nothing but his navy boxer briefs to hold him in. Jo pushed his jeans down and crouched to take them all the way off like he’d asked. He stepped out of them while she gazed up at him. She tossed a quick glance at his cock and licked her upper lip with the very tip of her tongue. Then, she watched the moment Felix’s brain short-circuited. Jo gave him a devilish grin and slowly rose back up.
“I like your legs too, Felix.”
“I’m glad,” he replied. “Now I want to see you. Lie down so I can get those pants off you.”
Jo glanced from side to side. She tilted her head as if confused, crossed her arms over her chest, and pointed to either side of her. “Your bed or mine?”
“Fuck, woman, I don’t care. Just pick a bed and get on it.”
She laughed and chose his bed. She set her glasses aside then crawled onto it on her hands and knees, giving him a view of her ass before she rolled to her back. Felix took his socks off first, then hers. He ran his hand over her body, from her throat, past the center of her bra, over her midriff, and down her leggings to stop millimeters shy of her pussy. She groaned in frustration and rolled her hips up into his hand. Felix grinned, as if he’d been waiting for her to do just that, and cupped her. The heel of his hand massaged her gently.
Christ. He felt so good already, but it wasn’t nearly enough to sate the driving need inside her. “I thought you were going to take my pants off.”
“I will,” he assured her. “But first I’m going to tell you what’s about to happen.”
Jo’s entire body turned white hot, centering on the lazy circles his hand was making over her vulva.
“I’m going to start off slow, with one, maybe two, fingers. I’ll start to learn your body and what you like. I’ll let you get familiar with my touch.” He grasped the headboard and leaned over her. His hand pressed the tiniest bit harder, and Jo let out a high-pitched whine she didn’t know she was capable of making. “And then I’ll ramp up and give you everything I’ve got. I am very good with my hands, Jo. I have the stamina to last as long as you can. I’ll make you come as many times as you want. If it’s ever too much, or not enough, or if you want something different, all you have to do is ask.”
“Holy shit,” she breathed, trembling all over.
He reached down to brush a loose lock of hair off her forehead. “With that in mind, do you still want me to touch you, Jo?”
Jo had never wanted anything more. “Yes. Please.”
The gentle pressure of his hand vanished, and he peeled her leggings off her legs. He flung them away without looking. They draped over the TV, and Jo laughed. Then he did the same with her panties, leaving her naked except for her bra.
“Spread your legs more for me,” Felix said. She complied, and he knelt between her knees. He stared at her, open for him, and licked his lips. “So wet already, my Jo? Good girl.”
“Oh my God,” she whispered, unable to stop herself.
His first touch was divine. Two fingertips dipped into her wetness and drew slowly up toward her clit. Jo let out a soft groan when he found her favorite spot.
“Right there?” He gave her slow, steady circles, working her up with precision. His other hand glided over the dimpled flesh of her hip. “Such pretty sounds you make when I touch you. Keep letting me hear them.”
The heat that enveloped her grew even stronger in her cheeks. She didn’t tend to hold back when she felt good, but no one had ever encouraged her moans before. Letting her eyes fall closed, she gave herself over to Felix’s ministrations. Soon, her wordless sounds rang out in harmony with his tender words of praise.
“Ready, Jo?” he said after a while. “I’m going to give you a little more.”
His hand shifted, and his fingers slid inside her.
“God, yes. Felix. Yes.”
His thumb pressed into her clit as he thrust his fingers deeper into her cunt. Jo bucked against the mattress and cried out in pleasure. She gripped the pillow tightly, needing something to anchor to.
“Do you like it, baby?”
Jo’s eyes flew open. She glared at the ceiling as a pang pierced her gut, her heart, her mind, drowning out all other sensations in an instant. “Don’t call me that.”
“Do you like it, Jo? Do you like the way my hand feels inside you?”
Was someone touching her? She could hardly tell. Jo squeezed her eyes shut and forced herself to focus. There. She could feel it now. She squirmed. “Mm-hmm.”
The hand stopped moving. Knuckles grazed her cheek.
“Hey. Look at me, Jo. Come back.”
She opened her eyes. And saw Felix. She was with Felix. She whispered his name once, twice. The tightness in her chest released, and her breaths came easily again.
“There you are,” Felix said as he caressed her cheek again. “Stay with me. You okay?”
“I’m okay. I’m sorry.”
“It’s all right, Jo. Should I stop?”
Jo took a slow breath to give herself a second to think. No. She didn’t want him to stop. She didn’t want this precious night with him stolen away by her own stupid brain. Another breath. Releasing the pillow, she touched Felix’s hand at her cheek. He closed his fingers around hers.
She imagined herself driving on the highway. Felix sat in the passenger seat, holding her hand like this. Gazing at her lovingly like this. She slammed on the gas pedal, leaving the past in the past.
“No,” Jo said. “Please don’t stop.”
“I won’t,” Felix promised. Then, immediately, he kept his promise. His thumb swirled around her clit, and Jo gasped and dropped her head back. “Say my name again, Jo, and tell me if you like it.”
“Yes. Felix, yes. I like it.”
He smiled at her as he began to pump his fingers in and out of her. “That’s it. Tell me as often as you want. I like to hear it.”
Jo was quickly swept away by the touch of his hand. “More, Felix.”
He added his ring finger and fucked her faster. She clenched onto his other hand, cool against her hot cheek.
“Hold the pillow again,” he told her. It took her a moment to let go of him, but when she did, he dragged his hand down to her chest and kneaded her breast through her bra. Her nipple firmed, and she arched into his touch.
“Fuck, Felix. It’s so good.”
“There’s more,” he said, sensuous and quiet. “Do you want it?”
“Yes. Yes.”
“Good girl.”
His hand traveled down again. Jo moaned at the loss of sensation on her nipple, and then again when he removed his thumb from her clit. “More,” she whined. “Please.”
The bed shifted under her. Felix’s leg brushed hers as he adjusted his position. “Patience, my Jo.”
She waited for the space of two thundering heartbeats. And then her body exploded with ecstasy. Three fingers pounded into her while—holy fuck—his other hand found her clit. Both hands were on her now, and Jo had never known anything like it. Her clit was nestled between the pads of two fingers that flew in fast, tight circles. Inside her, Felix was curling, twisting, rubbing, never doing the same thing twice as though to learn what she liked best. Jo’s poor mind could barely keep up. Eventually, she stopped trying to anticipate what was coming next and simply let herself feel.
Words and sounds spilled from her lips as she writhed. “Felix” and “please” and “Jesus” and “yes” and “more, oh my God, more.” She was losing control. She was coming apart at the seams. She was making a fool of herself.
And Felix? He kept going. He just—
Didn’t.
Fucking.
Stop.
He wasn’t kidding about having stamina. Not once did he slow down or readjust or pause to shake out his hands. He gave her everything he’d promised, and then some.
The pleasure began to crest within Jo, and her whole body went tense in expectation. She sucked in a breath through her teeth.
Felix noticed. “Yes, my Jo. You’re so close. Let me see how beautifully you come. Don’t hold back. Show me. Show me how you come. Let go.”
She did. Jo screamed a short, high scream as she came so hard it dazzled her vision. Even with her eyes shut tight, she saw white. Her scream devolved into a moan that was cut off by a gasp.
“Fe—” She couldn’t even get his whole name out. Couldn’t beg him to stop before the pleasure destroyed her.
Because he was still going, not letting up by even a fraction. As soon as she started coming down from her orgasm, another one followed it. Jo’s body spasmed and shuddered, and she released a wild yelp. She managed to unclench one fist from the pillowcase and wave her hand at Felix to stop him. Only then did he slow, deftly easing her down until he finally settled into stillness. Jo’s breaths were ragged, uneven, gasping. Her body convulsed as her muscles twitched into relaxation. She peeled her eyes open and stared, wide-eyed, at the ceiling.
“Ho… ly…”
Felix’s hands came away from her body, and he lay down next to her. “Breathe,” he murmured in her ear. “You did great, my Jo. That was beautiful to watch. Just breathe now.” His palm, as warm and grounding as his voice, rested on her stomach. She covered his hand with both of hers and felt her own wetness coating his fingers. Jo couldn’t remember ever being so wet when she came.
After what seemed like hours, she calmed down enough to speak a full sentence. “What the ever-loving fuck, Felix?”
The need for release was an insistent, nagging pulse through Felix’s body, but damn if it wasn’t satisfying to bring Jo to such beautiful ruin. She was so responsive, both to his hands and to his words. It made him want to touch her all night. He nuzzled his nose into her cheek and inhaled the delicious scent of her. “That’s why I told you in advance what I was going to do.”
“Not nearly enough of a warning.” She inched her face closer, a request he answered by kissing her deeply. She hummed into his lips and rolled onto her side.
Felix slid his hand from her belly to her back, leaving a damp trail around her waist. Jo clutched at him and raked the backs of her green and orange nails through his chest hair. His skin ignited with goosebumps, and he moaned against her mouth.
“Fuck, I love the way your nails feel, Jo,” he said and kissed her again. “Lower.”
Her fingertips danced down his abs to the edge of his underwear. Then she dragged her nails up over his stomach, ending with a hard flick to his nipples. It made Felix grunt like an animal. Made him feel like one too. All tenderness and praise ripped from him in a moment. There was nothing left of him now but instinct and sensation and pounding, aching, unrelenting need. He wasn’t even kissing Jo anymore. He was just lying there, aching, wound tight like a spring and ready to burst.
“Lower?” she said in that fucking teasing tone that pushed him to the brink of sanity. One hand fingered the waistband of his briefs while the other clawed at his ass. “Can I touch you now?”
Felix jerked his head in something akin to a nod. He swallowed hard and found his voice. It came out like a sob. Like a sinner begging for absolution. “God, yes. Please, Jo. With your hands or your mouth, I don’t care. Just please. Please make me come.”
The flash of hurt in her eyes instantly brought Felix to his senses. Fuck. What had he said wrong now?
“Make you come?” she asked hesitantly. “You don’t want to fuck me?”
Oh, my Jo.He brushed back her hair. “I want to. I want to be inside you so badly. You have no idea how much. But I didn’t bring any condoms. I’m clean, but I would never ask you to—”
Her soft chuckle cut him off. “Is that the only problem? I have some.”
“You do?” His bewildered expression made her laugh again.
“I always bring condoms to cons,” she said with a shrug of one shoulder. “People hook up at these things all the time. If my friends decide to, I want them to be safe. They all know I carry them.”
“Where are they?”
“In my backpack. Under the big dice bag.”
Felix pushed himself up and made for the entryway on shaky legs. He pulled her dice bag out of her backpack, and sure enough, there was a box of condoms underneath it.
Thank fuck.
He lifted the box. The very large box. “Um, Jo?”
“Hmm?” she replied lazily.
Felix returned and stopped dead in his tracks. Jo was still lying on her side, but she’d taken off her bra. Her top knee was bent forward, accentuating her voluptuous curves. One hand propped her head up, and the other draped over her waist, giving him a full view of both her hip and the gentle slope of her breasts. Her nipples were peaked into points.
“Wow,” he breathed.
“Thank you,” she replied. “Did you find them?”
Felix held up the box. “Jo, this is a brand new forty-pack of condoms.”
“Well, you never know. Sometimes word gets around that I have them. I’ve had strangers ask for some before. Better to be prepared, right?”
He shook his head at her as he popped the box open. “You are such a cleric.”
“Good thing clerics in MnM don’t have to be celibate.”
Felix grabbed a condom and dropped the box on the nightstand. “Good thing this isn’t actually MnM. This is you and me, Jo. Yeah?”
Jo’s expression softened. She crawled over to him and knelt at the edge of the mattress. Her hands clasped the back of his neck. “Yeah, Felix. You and me. I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
She kissed him as he wrapped his arm around her waist. He lifted her, and she opened her legs and squeezed his sides with her knees. They fell onto the bed together, Jo fitting perfectly underneath him. She crossed her ankles at the small of his back and pressed her lips to the pulse point in his neck. Felix ground his hips into hers, barely keeping himself in control.
“Jo,” he groaned at the feel of her naked pussy. His briefs were already soaked. “Jo, you’re so wet.”
Her breath was hot against his throat. “For you. All for you. Fuck me, Felix.” She pulled back slightly. “Unless—do you still want me to touch your dick?”
Felix smiled. “Another time. Right now, I’d rather do that first thing you said. You have to let me up, though.”
“Oh, sorry.”
He stripped his briefs off and rolled the condom on. Jo propped herself on her elbows to watch. Her breath heaved as her gaze lowered to his cock, erect and darkened and desperate to be inside her.
“I like the way you look at my body,” he told her.
“It’s a good body.”
“So’s yours.” Felix lowered himself over her. “Are you ready for me?”
“Yes.” She pushed her knees wider, shifted her hips closer.
A thrum went through Felix to see Jo as needy and wanton as he was. He guided his cock to her entrance, both of them moaning when his head made contact. Then, just to see the thrill she so obviously felt when he praised her, he said, “That’s my girl, Jo,” and eased inside her.
He couldn’t hold back once her tight heat enclosed him. He thrust, hard, into her body over and over and over. Jo breathed out a soft “yes”with each stroke. Her hand tangled in his hair and gently pulled; the other skated lightly down his spine until she grabbed his ass, nails digging in. Felix cried out roughly from those twin sensations and dropped his temple to Jo’s cheek.
“Fuck. The things you do to me, Jo. You’re wonderful. Your pussy feels so fucking good,” he said. “Even better than I imagined.”
Jo exhaled a sound that resembled a laugh. “You imagined this?”
“Yes. God, of course I did. All the time,” he confessed.
“What happened to being grounded in reality?”
Only Jo. Only Jo would continue to tease him while he was fucking her. Damn this woman. She was going to be the end of him. But if she wanted an answer, he’d give her an answer.
“I imagined everything with you, Jo,” he said around panting breaths. “This. Your body. Your beautiful pussy. But everything else too. All of it. Being with you, being yours. Imagining it is how I knew I wanted it so badly. Do you see? I needed to make it my reality.”
Jo didn’t respond. He lifted his head to gauge her reaction. She looked on the verge of tears—in a good way. She smiled, knit her brow together, brushed her fingers softly through his hair. “I’ll try not to disappoint you.”
“Never. You could never.” Felix kissed her and swallowed her moan as he sped up the rhythm of his thrusts. Talking had split his attention and kept him from coming, but the pressure in his balls was almost unbearable. He was beyond ready for the sweet relief that was so close. So fucking close.
Suddenly, Jo pushed his head back. Their lips parted with a loud smack. “Roll over.”
“Yeah.”
He hooked his hands under her shoulder blades as she tucked her knees and braced him with her calves. Together, they rolled until Felix was on his back, bracketed by her legs. Jo took up his rhythm. Riding him, fucking him, undoing him.
“Can’t make you do all the work,” she said. She bent over him until she hovered an inch above his nose. “This is how I imagined it. Me on top.”
“Fucking hell, Jo.” He clung to her hips and tossed his head to the side. He wanted to watch, but he couldn’t keep his eyes open because, fuck, he was about to explode. The thought barely entered his mind when the full force of his orgasm hit. Felix yelled Jo’s name again, pounded his fist into the mattress, curled up toward her as she kept fucking him. The pressure that had been building inside him for hours, for days, for weeks finally, finally unleashed in the most intense wave of pleasure he’d ever experienced. It was like a dam bursting. Like a tidal wave slamming against the beach. He’d never come so fucking hard, so fucking long, in his life.
He forced himself to take smooth breaths as he descended from his peak. He heard Jo breathing deeply along with him. She was still now, resting on top of him. Her hands were planted on his stomach, and her thumbs played with the trail of hair on his low belly.
Felix opened his eyes and saw Jo grinning from ear to ear. She was the most beautiful sight he’d ever beheld.