Felix nods, leaning toward me, and his lips find mine. My body shocks with warmth. This kiss is daring, harder, a little bit of bite and body behind it. He leans into me, careful of my knee, and his fingers trail down my chest, running through the fine hair. Everywhere he touches leaves little hums of heat that go right to my dick. His fingers ghost over my nipple, and a full-body shiver hits me. “Sorry,” he says against my lips.
“Feels good,” I whisper against his mouth.
Don’t tell him how much you like them tugged and played with.
I need to calm down. It’s just been so long since I’ve enjoyed something like this. The last guy I slept with was in a club bathroom. Quick and dirty. It was just a release, but that’s not the way I like it. I like to take my time. I like to enjoy my partner’s body and love when they play with mine. I love touching and kissing. Body worship. Just the way he’s doing now.
His fingers explore and play, leaving little zaps of heat along my stomach. My muscles contract when he brushes through my happy trail. I don’t even feel insecure with his hands on me. I know it’s not a big deal, but I can’t help it. I’ve been in shape most of my life. I worked hard for my body. To see all that hard work fade a little since my injury hit me worse than I thought it would.
Right now, I couldn’t care about any of it.
This is heaven.
I feel his kiss everywhere.
His tongue runs along the seams of my lips. I let him kiss me deeper, trying so hard to let him lead. His fingers run down along my stomach, tickling the hair under my belly button before they skim along the band of my boxers. “Is this okay?” he whispers.
My cock answers for me, jerking at his breathy voice. “More than okay.” I let him torture me however he sees fit. It feels so good to be touched like this. Warmth encases us both, and I don’t want to startle him, so I keep my hands steady. I let him do as he pleases before he breaks the kiss, looking down.
“What about this?” He skims his fingertips just under the edge of my boxers. I shiver and swallow. My cock aches. “Grey?” Something dark fills his eyes. It’s like watching a shape shifter. Something comes over him. I’ve given himpower, and maybe for the first time in his life he knows what it feels like to have some.
“Do whatever you want.”
I watch him swallow. “Within reason?”
I nod. “Within reason.”
“Is touching you here within reason?” he whispers. Felix looks drunk. His hair is disheveled, lips swollen. I look down and nod, watching as his fingers lift and stroke the hard ridge beneath the fabric.
“Holy shit,” I breathe. It’s so light, but pleasure coils in my stomach. “Yeah. Yes.”
“Just like that?”
I nod fast. His lips find mine again, and I want to squirm under his teasing touch. I try not to move. He repeats the movement, running his fingers along my shaft. The touch is light but it’s killing me. “I’m going to touch your face,” I warn him before cupping his jaw and deepening our kiss.
“Grey,” he moans into my mouth. Growing hungry, his kisses turn frantic, and our tongues battle for space. The light touch morphs when he smooths the flat of his palm along my cock. “If I were to edge you, how would I know when to stop?”
“Not right now.” I’m too hungry, too desperate. This gorgeous man is turning me into a mess. I’m so close and he’s barely even touched me. “When you do, I’ll let you know when. Not now. I need it. Please.”
“Please?” He smirks, light dancing behind his chocolate eyes.
I nuzzle my face into his neck, pressing soft kisses up his throat and along his jaw. “Make me come, Felix.”
He blinks, a moment before the flat of his hand curves around my clothed dick and he begins to stroke. This should feel ridiculous, but he’s fucking killing me. “You’re thick.” Hetouches my crown, precum seeping through the fabric. “And wet.”
“A lot of precum,” I whisper then dive back against his lips. “Feels so good. Can’t help it.” I smile as he jacks me over the fabric. I usually have better stamina, better restraint, but this feels so good. I’m balancing on the edge ready to crash over. “Felix.”
“Yeah?” he whispers, pressing soft kisses across my jaw. “Are you going to come?” I nod fast. He strokes faster, squeezing just right. My free hand reaches down to cup my balls.
“Keep going.”
He leans in, kissing along my cheek, my ear, my neck, before landing back on my mouth. My hips are rolling into his touch; it’s hard not to buck them up. My climax crawls up my spine, my body a live wire. I’m so close. My balls ache. His hand feels so good. “Let go, Greyson.”
I shoot, groaning against his lips as they mash into mine. Muscles straining, I rut into his hand, careful of my leg, but fuck it feels so damn good. Normally it’s hard to come without some kind of penetration, but this man has barely touched me. “Holy shit,” I laugh.
My head sinks back against the pillows. I almost think I’ve taken this too far, but when I look at him his eyes are filled with everything but fear. “Are you okay?” I ask him.
He nods his head. “That was amazing.” He smiles. “Wow.”
