Ryder waited patiently. He was blushing, and Ryder wanted to comfort him, but something told him to give Felix his space.
“A plug?”
Ryder couldn’t hide his initial shock. Felix’s entire body went bright red, and he looked at the floor with uncertainty. Ryder wouldn’t stand for that. He picked Felix up, which made him give a startled squeal, and carried him into the bedroom. He dropped him on the mattress before covering him with his much bigger body. He was feeling like a wild animal with the need to claim this man as his own, and if he wanted to wear a plug to prep himself, Ryder would oblige, but he would be the one putting it in.
“Do you want my big cock inside you, Felix?”
He nodded his head eagerly.
“Do you think you can take everything I want to give you?”
His nod was more apprehensive this time, but Ryder knew that look. He wanted it, and he was determined.
“Get undressed and turn over.”
“I think . . . I think I need more prep time.”
“That’s what I’m doing. If anyone’s putting a plug in you, it’s me.”
Felix flushed again, but it was desire this time, not embarrassment, so Ryder went over to his bottom drawer while Felix got ready. Ryder heard his phone ringing in the kitchen, but ignored it. He had four different plugs. Not familiar with how sexually active Felix had been in the past, he wouldn’t go for the biggest one. He felt a surge of jealousy ricochet through his body at the thought of another man touching him. He shook his head, not wanting to unpack that right now. His phone rang again. Who the fuck was that so early?
He turned and saw Felix lying on his stomach, wiggling his ass at Ryder. He grabbed the two plugs in the middle-size range, and the lube. Dropping them onto the mattress, he sunk to his knees and looked at that inviting hole, just waiting to be licked and fucked. As he leaned forward for a taste, his phone rang again.
“For fuck’s sake,” he grumbled,
“You better get that, or they’ll just keep ringing.”
Ryder wanted to ignore it and focus on the delicious breakfast right in front of him, but he had a feeling who it was. Fiona was the only one who’d keep calling him like that. Anyone else in his life, including his mother, would leave a message. As the phone stopped ringing, it started again.
“Don’t go anywhere,” he commanded. “I want you to be like this when I come back.”
“Yes, sir!”
“Don’t get cocky,” he said, smacking Felix on the ass.
Felix let out a filthy groan. Okay, that was something to come back to, but he needed to speak to Fiona so she’d stop calling.
He walked out into the kitchen just as his phone stopped. He could call her back, but then they’d end up missing each other. It wouldn’t take long before she tried again. Less than ten seconds later, it started ringing.
“This better be good, Fiona. I’m busy.”
“You don’t still have your dick inside that twink, do you?”
“Who are you . . . Do not talk about him like that,” he snapped.
“God, this is worse than I thought. My office in half an hour.”
“Why?”
“Because you’ve caused a fucking shit storm and we need to fix it.”
“What are you talking about?”
“Just get here in half an hour.”
“I’ll be there in an hour. Take it or leave it.”
“Fine, but don’t be late.”
