Page 125 of King of Hollywood
“Where’s the lube, darling?” Felix asked, lips at my ear, tongue slicking along inside it as my hips began to twitch. Like the dog he accused me of being, I chased his tightness, head full of visions of taking him.
I’d had him hundreds, if not thousands of times.
But each time was somehow better than the last.
He was intoxicating.
“I—uh—” I tried to speak, to answer his question—but nothing would come out. All I could think about was fucking him, my hips thrusting eagerly into his grip, over, and over, and over.
“Stay here.” Felix gave my ear one last, parting lick, before he was gone.
I sobbed, fucking into the open air, my lonely cock standing proud. The weeping head leaked some more, my foreskin peeled back as my fingers bit into the leather couch cushions. But as quickly as he’d disappeared, Felix reappeared.
Naked.
The long, pale line of his body taunted me as he slid gracefully down the last few steps on the stairs that led to the upper floor of our loft. My dick jerked, and I groaned, reaching down to give my balls a little tug so I wouldn’t spill right then.
Felix had nice feet. Shapely, neat.
Sexy as hell ankles too—ankles that taunted me every time he decided to tease.
Up my gaze went, tracing the supple, muscular length of his legs. God, those legs. Long and pale, hairless, because he’d shaved. (I’d greatly enjoyed watching him do it—and helping when he let me).
Felix was sex incarnate.
Especially when he slid across the carpet as smoothly as if he’d been floating. Effortlessly confident. As the years had passed, Felix only grew more gorgeous. Confident in a way he hadn’t been before. We had grown together, stronger than ever before, both of us becoming the monsters we were always meant to be.
Felix’s cock mocked me, peeping at me where it lay in a nest of dark, gorgeous curls. Dark waves that matched the curls on the top of his head. He’d stopped dying his hair in preparation for the wedding—and fuck.
Dark-haired Felix was my kryptonite.
Mouth watering, I tipped my head back, meeting the glowing molten red of his gaze as he crossed the distance between us. The ring I’d given him glinted on his hand as he held out the bottle of lube, brow arched.
“Hand off my property,” he said softly in greeting, his voice crackly soft. I released my cock immediately as if burned, a fresh drop of slick slipping down my crown as I groaned. “Thank you.”
“Mmm,” I bit my lip, staring at his tight little tummy. Staring at his ribcage—god, it was fun to nip at. Staring at his perky pink nipples—my favorite place on his body to abuse. The way his thick pecs bounced a little when he shifted, just to tease.
“Do you know…” Felix purred, finally crossing the last of the distance between us before climbing onto my lap again. “How fucking gorgeous you look right now?” Felix passed me the lube, and greedily, I squirted some onto my fingers, getting them warm as he spoke—though my eyes never left his face.
My cheeks flushed.
“With that big fucking chest,” Felix flicked one of my nipples and I groaned, reaching back with my clean hand to skim up the outside of his thigh. I expected to be chided for my impatience, but he was in a giving mood, apparently, so he didn’t. “Those shoulders—” Felix traced down my trapezius muscles, to the swell of my shoulders, fingers digging into the muscle there appreciatively. “You’re going to be so frightening when you’re changed. My gorgeous fucking beast.”
I panted after him, pushing my luck, my hand skimming up a little higher, fingers digging into the meat at the crease of his groin and upper thigh. His hips jolted, his cock poking out at me, calling my name. I wanted to sink it into my mouth—to suck and slurp while I pushed my fingers up inside him.
But we were both aching.
And as much fun as playing and teasing like this was—I could see the need on Felix’s face, just as ragged and brittle as the need I was sure echoed on my own.
I could imagine our future so clearly.
I’d had five years to visualize, after all.
Felix kissed me, swallowing my groan as I slid my fingers back behind his balls, rubbing his perineum. Back I slipped, further and further, my other hand holding him still while my slick fingers finally found their home. His hole fluttered against them, sucking at them greedily. I’d fucked him twice today already so he was already loose and a little wet.
Probably still leaking my cum.
Groaning, I leaned forward, biting at his shoulder as I slid my finger inside. He squeezed around me and sighed, head tossed back—like all this time he’d been waiting for this like I was. I slid a second finger in, eager to watch his brow furrow.
