“Remember to be quiet,” he said, as he pulled his cock almost the entire way out and slammed back into him.
The fucker! It was Christmas morning, and Ryder’s mother was staying with them. The last thing Felix wantedwas for her to hear him getting his ass pounded, but having a ten-inch dick hammering your prostate was not something you could be quiet about.
He buried his face into the pillow as Ryder fucked him. It was hard to even speak when Ryder completely let go, giving Felix everything he needed. His whole body pulsed with pleasure. It was like a wave of constant pre-orgasm bliss. That moment before your release came. Ryder had the skill of holding Felix there for as long as he wanted. All he could do was groan into the pillow, hoping he couldn’t be heard. There was no way he could be mute when he was being impaled on what was effectively a tree trunk.
Ryder had gripped Felix under the shoulders so he could snap his hips harder. The line of pleasure and pain were blurred as he felt like he was going to split in two and melt into the mattress at the same time.
“I love you so much,” said Ryder in his ear.
That was enough for Felix, as shockwaves of pleasure ricocheted through his entire body when his orgasm hit. There was something different about a prostate orgasm. You felt it in every nerve ending of the body.
“I’m close, baby,” he said, as his thrusts became more erratic.
It only took a few more pumps of his hips before he pushed in deeper, and Felix could feel his cock pulse inside him, his warm cum filling him up. They’d both been tested in the last week, and having no barrier between them was an amazing feeling. The first time, Ryder had shot his load in less than thirty seconds, which he’d been embarrassed about, but Felix had felt like he wanted to puff out his feathers like a peacock. Surely, he should get a certificate for that or something. Ryder hadn’t appreciated the joke, and had then edged Felix for two hours later that night, using his mouth everywhere and denying Felix his release. It had felt amazing when it came—pun intended!
“Merry Christmas, baby.”
“Merry Christmas!”
Ryder eased himself out, and it was impossible not to wince given the size of it. He rolled off, and Felix watched as Ryder went into the bathroom, coming back with a cloth to clean him up. He could already feel Ryder’s seed trickling out. It had been a strange sensation the first time, but now he loved it.
Once Ryder had cleaned them up, they cuddled for a while before sharing a shower, where Ryder pulled another orgasm out of him by licking his cum out of Felix’s hole. He then came all over Felix’s face. They couldn’t get enough of each other, but today was Christmas and they couldn’t just spend the day in bed together; they had guests to entertain.
Christmas dinner was a noisy affair. Mama Quinn had made an amazing meal for everyone. Laura had joined them, along with Deacon, Hunter, Mason, and Zeb. Ryder had told Felix about the whole saga with Mason and Zeb, and it was clear the younger man was crushing hard on his grumpy boss. It was clearly reciprocated, as Mason never took his eyes off Zeb.
Mama Quinn was a slight woman, only five feet tall, yet her personality was bigger than Ryder’s, and she’d been nothing but welcoming to Felix. She’d accompanied them for their carriage ride around Central Park a couple of days ago. Ryder had still wanted to do it, and Felix had insisted they bring his mama along, which had made him tearful. Felix loved what a big softie he was, and how he was showing more of that side of himself.
They were tucking into a delicious chocolate cake for dessert when there was a knock at the door. Ryder frowned, but excused himself to answer it, and a minute later he reappeared with a drunk Ethan.
The usually put-together finance guy looked a mess, as he wished everyone a Merry Christmas and poured himself another drink. He’d not joined them today, as he had other plans. Ryder had shared that Ethan had a secret boyfriend he didn’t want his friends to know about. He wouldn’t share any more than that, saying it wasn’t his secret to tell.
“Are you okay, Ethan?” asked Deacon.
“He left me.”
“Who?”
“Who do you think? Murray.”
Felix heard Ryder suck in a breath. Deacon looked momentarily confused. Mason’s eyes widened.
“You’re not talking about Murray Simmons, are you?”
“What?” said Deacon. “No way. You and Simmons?”
“It doesn’t matter now. It’s over,” said Ethan.
Felix’s heart broke for him. He looked so sad, but was oblivious to the chill that ran through the room. Hunter and Zeb were exchanging uncomfortable glances with each other. Who was this Murray guy? It was clear everyone at the table had heard of him, expect for Mama Quinn and Laura, who were tucking into their chocolate cake and watching with interest.
“You were fucking Murray Simmons?” snapped Mason.
“Mason!” said Ryder.
“Sorry, I mean Lieutenant Murray Simmons.”
Okay, so Ethan was screwing a cop. Why did it feel like he’d just danced with the devil? This wasn’t a mafia family or anything, so what was their beef with the cops, or this one in particular?
“I love him,” said Ethan, getting tearful.
