Page 109 of King of Hollywood
It was a beautiful, wonderful thing.
And I realized that all this time, the only person I’d needed was right here. The only person I cared about, was currently clinging to me. And like a princess in a tower, he’d been waiting for me. Growing dusty as the years settled, just waiting for me to be born. For me to move here. For me to love him, to obsess over him, even more than one of his fans.
I pushed him to the couch, crowding him against the leather. It squeaked beneath us and I moaned against his mouth, grunting when his hands raked down my back, rucking up my tuxedo suit jacket. I whined when he spread his legs wider and I was able to line up our pelvises. Our dicks were hard. And god—the friction.
I grunted, rolling into him with a happy, content little sound as I licked into his mouth over and over again.
He knew exactly what to do with his tongue to make my eyes roll back, and he did so over and over and over again. The little hussy was trying to break my focus. Trying to dominate me, even when I was the one on top of him. But no. No.
It was my turn, dammit.
The beast inside me reared to the surface, closer than he’d ever been before. I pinned Felix down, growling at him. His eyes grew wide, his gaze snapping to my gritted teeth and the tension that flickered in the corner of my jaw. He licked his lips and did the one thing he’d never truly done.
He submitted.
Fully, completely, beautifully.
His body spread wide, his eyes softening—the trust there, the distance obliviated.
This was what we’d been missing.
This.
The truth had separated us and now that it was out, our monsters could finally meet. Tongue to tongue, cock to cock, heart to heart. I unbuttoned Felix’s tuxedo pants, groaning softly when my fingers grazed the swell of his lovely, long cock. It pushed insistently against my hand as I dove down, sucking greedy, needy little kisses along his neck.
Hickeys blossomed beneath my tongue, only to disappear moments later. It felt like a game, bringing them to the surface as I fumbled with getting both of our pants open and our cocks out. Felix gasped—head tossing back, his pale hair spreading across the cushions the moment I wrapped my fist around the both of us and began to tug.
“Oh fuck—hnnn,” he sobbed, the long line of his throat tensing, tendons dancing. Setting a brutal pace, I stroked us together, my own hips fucking tightly into my fist as Felix’s fingers dug into my arms. “Fuck, yes. I—ah—” he couldn’t seem to manage a full sentence, and I felt victorious.
“Take it,” I hissed out, hips pumping as our cocks pressed together, wetter every time I rubbed the leaking precum from the tips down to slick the way. It was a little too dry—a little painful—but we both liked the pain. Felix grinned at me, and it was the prettiest damn thing I’d ever seen.
He peered at me through his lashes as his broad chest trembled. I could see his nipples pushing against the white fabric—white to match the black of my own suit—and I leaned down, sucking on them with greed as our hips fucked together.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Felix’s hands tangled in my hair, a desperate sob escaping him as I bit one of his nipples, hard. My spit made the fabric nearly transparent, and I whined against him, moving to the other side to repeat the motion so I could see the perky pink nipples strain against his shirt.
“You’re so beautiful,” I somehow managed, worrying his chest with my teeth. “Even more now that I know you’re mine.”
“Yours,” Felix promised, saying it like it was easy. Like it was second nature. Like it took no thought at all.
“You won’t feed on anyone else,” I told him, his cock pushing into my grip.
“I won’t,” he agreed, breathless and needy. His hips flexed, his dick growing warmer by the second as I rubbed and teased it. My cock was darker than his—closer to purple than his was when it was aroused. His dick was a little over half the size of mine, and it was more than a little delicious to see them pushing together.
“You can’t go out without me,” I begged, biting a line across his chest, then up his lovely throat.
“I won’t.”
“You can’t look at anyone but me.”
“I wouldn’t.”
“Because you’re mine—” My voice wobbled, my shoulders shaking as I grew closer and closer with each promise that rang between us. Sweet as wedding bells. “You’re mine.”
“I’m yours.”
“And I need you—” I kissed his ear, blocking him from view—protecting him from the world, as I wanted to do for the rest of our lives. “I need you to need me like I need you.”
“I do.”
