He didn’t wait another second, as he gripped Felix by the ass and spun him around so he was flat on his back. Ryder kept his cock buried inside him. It knocked the wind out of Felix, and Ryder seized his mouth in a bruising kiss, using his tongue to explore. He started with gentle, shallow thrusts, getting Felix used to it. He moaned loudly, his face contorted in ecstasy, so Ryder picked up the pace, pulling his length almost all the way out before sliding back in.
“Oh fuck, Ryder. That’s it. Right there. I’m so close. Give it to me hard.”
He didn’t want to go full pelt until they’d done this a few more times, and there would be many more if he had anything to do with it, but he pulled his hips back and slammed into him. Felix cried out and practically lifted off the bed.
“More . . . more . . . please!”
Ryder snapped his hips a few more times, still not fucking as hard as he could go. He felt Felix’s body tense before he cried out and his cock erupted untouched. His cum spilled out between them. The tightening of his heat was enough for Ryder, as he thrust in one more time and his orgasm hit. He buried his head into Felix’s neck, biting him as pleasure coursed through his body.
Conscious of how heavy he was compared to Felix, he lifted himself up on his elbows. Felix had his eyes closed, and he almost looked like he was sleeping, but when Ryder kissed him, he smiled and responded. Ryder was still inside him and didn’t want to pull out. He wanted to keep this connection forever, but he knew if he didn’t clean them up soon, it would start to feel unpleasant.
Felix winced when Ryder pulled out. His boy lookedblissed out, like he’d just had the fuck of his life, and he knew it would only get better for them as Ryder learned his body more and where all his pleasure spots were. Ryder got up and went into the bathroom to deal with the condom, and came back with a warm washcloth to clean Felix up. He’d fallen asleep. His gentle snores were as adorable as he was. Ryder cleaned him up and climbed into bed next to him, pulling him close. They could have a nap and talk later about what was going down in the outside world. For now, there was no other place he’d rather be.
CHAPTER 14
FELIX
The past three days had been like a dream. Cocooned in Ryder’s apartment, they’d gotten to know each other—shared stories about their childhoods, their dreams, and explored each other’s bodies. Ryder had fucked him again last night. How he’d taken it again was a mystery. His cock was enormous, and Felix had truly believed it would split him in two, but Ryder was such a patient and caring lover. It had been a wrench leaving this morning, but he was still asleep and Felix didn’t want to disturb him. He’d left a note saying he’d be back later, after his gig.
It had felt like he’d been locked away for weeks, not a few days. Ryder had cooked for them, and he was better than he’d implied. It had felt domesticat and like something Felix could get used to, but he didn’t want to get ahead of himself. They hadn’t even had a conversation about what their relationship was, and he wasn’t in a rush to have it and risk rejection.
It was Saturday, and he had a wedding to get to, so Felix was heading back to his apartment to get more clothes. The morning after it all kicked off, he’d deleted his social media apps and was in no hurry to reinstate them. He’d also deleted all the emails he’d received in the first forty-eight hours,believing that if it was anything important, they’d chase him. Thankfully, his phone number wasn’t in the public domain. Sam had texted him a few times, but he’d immediately deleted them without looking. After the tenth message in twenty-four hours, he’d done something he never thought he would: blocked him.
This bubble they’d created for the past few days had been wonderful, and he hated leaving it, but life was carrying on without them. He knew the world of social media moved quickly, and there had probably been a dozen viral incidents since their kiss had blown up. It was still bizarre to think that Ryder had such interest in his life from strangers. It would be something Felix would have to get used to if they were going to be in a relationship.
It might appear they were from alternate worlds, but in reality they weren’t so different. They could both be pigheaded, and were fiercely loyal to the people they loved. For Felix, that was Laura. Ryder had his blood family, and his found family. The guy had enough love to go around in that big heart of his. The image he portrayed on social media was vastly different to the person who’d cuddled him in bed and played with his hair when he was lying on the sofa. Inside that six-foot-five wall of muscle was a soft heart. It was clear somebody had hurt him in the past, but he wasn’t ready to share it yet. Felix hoped he would in time, but that had to be when he was ready. Felix would never push him.
He arrived for the wedding an hour early, as requested, and knocked on the door of the bride’s house. In the lead-up planning, she’d been a delight, so he was hoping this wouldn’t be another Bridezilla moment. The door opened, and Lindsay, the bride, had a confused look on her face.
“Felix, what are you doing here?”
“It’s your wedding day, isn’t it? Or have I got my dates mixed up?” he said with an awkward laugh.
“Didn’t you get my email?”
His heart sank. Had something happened with the wedding, and in his mass delete he’d missed it? And now he was here as a painful reminder of something that wouldn’t happen?
“Hi, Lindsay, did I get the right time?”
Felix spun round and saw a guy holding a camera. What the fuck was going on?
“Come in, Darren. Just go through into the kitchen. I’ll be there in a minute.”
“Well, this is awkward,” said Lindsay.
“Sorry if I missed something. I’ve had some problems with my emails.”
It was obvious she’d canceled his services and replaced him. The last thing he wanted her to do was feel bad on her wedding day, so he apologized for the inconvenience and left without another word.
Unsure what he was going to do now, he walked around for twenty minutes until he came to a chain coffee shop. He grabbed a chai latte and sat in the corner. A few people looked at him and did a double take, and he caught someone else taking a picture of him. They were trying to be subtle and failing miserably. Once he was settled, he went into the deleted folder of his emails and searched for Lindsay.
Hi Felix,
I’m sorry to do this so last minute, but we’ve decided to go with another photographer. With what’s happened over social media, we don’t want our wedding to be overshadowed, and you being there will do that. I know we signed a contract, but given this isn’t our fault, we would appreciate if our deposit could be returned.
Best,
Lindsay
