“Oh, fuck yeah,” he groans. “Fuck, so good.”
The hard silken length of his cock moves against mine, and orgasm threatens. There’s no way I want this over soon, so I put all my focus on Felix. He pushes into the tunnel of my hand, undulating as he fucks my fist. From the way he’s trembling, I can tell he’s close and I want nothing more than to bring him to climax. But Felix has other ideas because the next moment he’s pushing up and scrambling from beneath me. He pushes the coffee table out of the way, giving us more room, then shoves me back down onto my back. He doesn’t muck around, diving straight down and taking my cock into his mouth.
Fuck!I instinctively arch from the floor, forcing myself deeper, but he takes it all. He encourages me to the back of his throat, setting up a fast and strong rhythm that drives me out of my mind. I grab handfuls of rug to stop myself from grabbing his head. I let him set the pace and give myself over to the glorious blowjob. Raising my head, I follow his every movement. It’s hard to hold myself together at the sight of his lips wrapped around my cock as I thrust in and out, and a minute or so later, it’s all over as I explode into his mouth. He takes everything I give him and sucks me dry. When things become too sensitive, I haul him up my body.
He holds himself up on his arms and looks down at me. His lips are swollen and glistening and when we kiss, his mouth tastes of me, salty and slightly bitter. His cock presses into my belly as we continue to kiss. I reach for him. He’s wet at the tip, and I use my thumb to spread the moisture around the head of his cock. He shudders at the touch, so I do it again before stroking along his length. “You feel so good, Felix.”
“So do you,” he says, his voice breathy. He’s impossibly hard as he starts to fuck my fist. “Don’t… don’t… stop.”
I can hear the strain as his body vibrates and love seeing him on the edge and knowing I’m the one to put him there. I speed up my movements, pumping his cock until I feel him stiffen. He throws his head back and groans as heat floods between us.
Jesus. So fucking hot!
I gentle my touch and work him through his climax, never taking my eyes from him. I don’t want to miss a moment of the pleasure I can see in his expression.
Finally he slumps, a satisfied smile on his flushed face. “Oh my God, Kit.”
“Yeah, oh my God.”
Ilieawakelongafter we’ve cleaned up and Felix has drifted off to sleep in my arms. The storm still rages outside, but the turmoil in my heart is pleasantly absent.
Firelight casts a warm glow over Felix’s sleeping face. He looks young like this, vulnerable in a way that makes my chest ache. I brush a stray lock of blond hair off his forehead, struck by how much he’s come to mean to me just a few weeks. It’s fucking scary, but there’s not a lot I can do about it. I stroke his bare arm, listening to his soft snores and the rain on the roof.
He stirs in his sleep, murmuring something unintelligible. I shush him with a soft kiss to his forehead. He curls against me and I pull the blanket up over his shoulder. “It’s alright,” I whisper. “I’ve got you.”
My eyes close as I drift to sleep to the steady rise and fall of Felix’s chest against mine.
I wake slowly, blinking my eyes open to find sunlight streaming through the cabin window. I turn my head and take in the fireplace that has burned down to embers, disoriented for a moment at finding myself on the rug on the floor. Then I take in the warm body pressed against my back and memory comes flooding back. The storm, the tree branch crashing through the bedroom window, Felix’s frantic dash through the driving rain to secure the cabin—his desperation to make sure I was okay. And then afterwards. Heat pools low in my belly at the thought of last night, and I smile, pulling him closer.
He stirs, mumbling something as he wakes. I prepare myself for awkwardness, but Felix simply turns in my arms and presses a kiss to the side of my neck. “Morning.”
I can’t resist and nuzzle his hair. He smells clean, scented vaguely of my soap, but also of his own scent with a hint of sex underneath. He snuggles closer to my chest, one of his legs threading through mine. “How did you sleep?” I ask.
He pulls away to meet my gaze. His eyes are soft with sleep and he smiles in a way that makes my heart skip a beat. “The best sleep I’ve had in ages.”
“Playing hero must have worn you out,” I joke.
He waggles his brows. “Something sure wore me out. Didyousleep okay?” His fingers graze my arm as he speaks.
“I did. Although this old body isn’t used to the hard floor.”
He chuckles, his hand moving to my caress my chest. “There’s nothing old about this body, as you proved last night.”
I’m sure I blush. “How about I get you some breakfast? I’m a whiz at French toast.”
“Is that so? And here I thought you might want to stay here with me a little longer.” His hand slides down my side, making his intentions clear.
He tilts his face and I kiss him, slow and sweet. It’s the perfect way to start the day.
Chapter Fourteen
Kit
Collier’s Creek is different at night. Streetlamps softly light the pavement and quiet descends on the town. Only one or two vehicles travel down Main Street. Most of the stores are closed. We stop outside Ellis Books. Light from within illuminates the entrance and through the front windows, I can see the people inside. I’m overcome with nerves at the idea of an evening spent socializing—it’s been so damn long since I’ve attended an event.
“Ready to have some fun?” Felix asks. He looks amazing tonight in black jeans and a knitted sweater by some designer they used to stock at the retail store where he worked.
My heart races, caught between excitement at the idea of being with Felix and apprehension. I force a smile. “Of course.”
