FELIX
Felix woke up, having fallen back to sleep after draining Ryder’s cock. That thing was enormous, and the thought of having it inside him was both exciting and daunting. Unless Ryder booted him out now they’d had sex, he was determined to ride that beast as soon as possible. He didn’t think Ryder was going to kick him out, though. Otherwise, why would he have asked him to bring clothes for a few days? It was clear he had made no assumptions they’d hook up, but he’d clearly wanted it. Now Felix had given up the goods, perhaps Ryder would lose interest. He might just be one of those guys who loved the chase. Felix had met his share of them.
Why was he doom spiraling? Ryder had done nothing to make Felix doubt him. Being held in his muscular arms last night had felt wonderful. Now he was in bed with the hottest guy he’d ever met, and he was assuming the worst. He turned over, wanting to cuddle up against Ryder’s muscular warmth, and noticed the bed was empty. He felt the sheets, and they were cold, so he’d been up for a while. Felix grabbed his phone off the bedside table and was shocked to see it was eleven o’clock. He instinctively went to open his emails andsocial media, but changed his mind. The notifications had been turned off for everything—something Ryder had advised him to do, being used to the invasive scrutiny—so unless he went into the apps, he wouldn’t know what people were saying about him.
He got up and went into the ensuite to take care of business, where he brushed his teeth and looked at himself in the mirror, not liking what he saw. How could he be twenty-seven and look older than Ryder? Life wasn’t fair. His ginger hair was sticking up at weird angles, and he didn’t want to go out and let Ryder see him looking like this, but having a shower without asking was rude. Ryder had told him to make himself at home so... Fuck it. He wouldn’t mind. The guy was so laid back about things. At least, that’s how he came across.
Felix found a clean towel hanging on the heated rail, and it was lovely and warm, so he held it against his face for a moment. The shower had a multitude of buttons, taps, and nozzles. He scrutinized them before pressing one, hoping for the best, but got a face full of freezing cold water, which made him squeal. He turned it off, only to be startled by a deep chuckle. Spinning round, Ryder was leaning against the doorframe wearing gray sweatpants with clearly nothing underneath. His perfect body was on full display. Felix was certain he was drooling.
“Need some help?” asked Ryder.
“I was going to get a shower, if that’s okay?”
“Of course, baby. I told you to make yourself at home.”
“I know but . . .”
“But what?”
“People say that, but you’re never sure what they mean.”
“Would you have a shower at home?”
“Yes.”
“Then have a shower here.”
Ryder stepped forward, taking up the space with hisbroad frame. He wasn’t wearing any cologne, he just smelled of his own unique masculine scent. It was intoxicating. Felix could feel himself getting hard just being in his presence, and Ryder looked down at his tenting briefs and smirked. He pressed the buttons quickly, so Felix would never be able to remember them. The water came from the rainfall shower, and based on the steam coming off, it was instantly hot. Ryder stepped back and gave that cocky smirk again before leaning back against the doorframe.
“Thank you,” said Felix.
“Hop in, then.”
“Are you going to watch me?”
“Yes . . . unless . . .”
Felix’s breath hitched.
“Would you like me to join you?”
Every bit of moisture in his mouth evaporated at that moment, and he couldn’t even swallow. All he could do was nod like an excited puppy. Ryder stepped forward and pulled off his sweats. That massive dick was like another limb hanging between his legs. Even soft, it had to be seven inches.
“Take them off,” he said in a tone that left no room for objection.
Felix complied, and his hard cock sprang free. Naturally, he gave it a few strokes, but Ryder placed his much larger hand over Felix’s and pulled it away.
“That’s my toy you’re playing with there. In the shower, boy.”
Okay. Theboything was kinda doing it for him when it was coming from Ryder’s mouth, and the smile from Ryder made it clear he’d picked up on Felix’s reaction. He stepped into the shower. The water was perfect as it ran over his body, and in seconds he had Ryder behind him, his semi-hard cock pressing into his back.
“Can I take care of you, Felix?”
Felix nodded his head. Speaking was clearly something hecouldn’t do anymore. Ryder reached for the body wash and poured some into his hands. The scent immediately reminded Felix of Ryder, and the thought of smelling like this man all day made his cock even harder. He went to give it a squeeze to take the edge off, but his hand was slapped away.
“Mine.”
The commanding tone almost made him orgasm on the spot. Ryder’s large soapy hands caressed Felix’s body. There was a firmness to his touch, yet it felt gentle. There was no other way to describe it.
