My hands travel down, and I bite back the urge to grab his ass. Normally I love giving up control, but with Felix on my lap, he’s bringing out a side of me I don’t normally feel. Primal heat. Carnal sin. A need so fucking strong. I need to taste him.
“You sure?”
“I’ve never been surer.” He looks down and away from me. “Only if you want to. I want to make that clear. If you don’t, we can go back to the game. I’ll never be angry if you say no to me.” He nods absently. “Felix, look at me.” He meets my eyes. “I meant what I said the other morning. Nothing happens to you in this house unless you want it to. Understand? You are in control.”
“I don’t feel very in control right now.” He laughs. “I feel crazy. I feel... good.”
I pull his chin toward me, kissing him softly. “Let me make you feel better.”
“Okay.”
Felix peeks behind him. We still have seven minutes before the game ends. I’ll only need about five. I look up at him and run a hand down his body. My fingers dive under his shirt, feeling the soft skin of his belly. “You sure?” My fingers dip into his boxers and I wait for him to nod.
When I pull them down, he begins to tense. “Relax, baby.”I kiss each hip bone then look back up at him. His eyes are hooded, his mouth dropped open. “You alright?”
“I’m. . . nervous.”
“Why’s that?”
“You’re you.” His hand wanders through my hair then down my face. “Look at you.”
“Too busy looking at you.” I lean in, kissing across his stomach, then pull his shirt up a bit to kiss the pale skin along his belly, every line and dip a new treat for my lips and tongue to pass over. My fingers push deeper into his boxers, and I hesitate, looking up to check in on him. “If you don’t want to, that’s okay. Just don’t lie to me.”
I wait for him. It’s not that he doesn’t want this—I can see very clearly how badly he does—I just want him to use his voice. I want him to be assertive and go after the things he wants. His questioning eyes are hooded. “Grey?” His breath hitches.
“What is it, Angel?”
His eyes widen. “Yes. Yes, Greyson. I want you to.”
“What do you want?” I grin, nuzzling along his belly, pressing slow kisses onto his sweet-smelling skin. “Tell me.” I feel his erection as he’s pressed to me. I want to set him free and show him what being cared for feels like.
“I want—” I bite his hip bone then smile as I feel him shiver under my fingers. “I want you to suck me.”
I look up at him then slide down his underwear, letting his cock spring free. “Holy fuck.” Swollen and thick. With one long stroke, precum pearls at his slit, and I catch it with my tongue. His knees buckle, fingers tighten in my hair.
He’s a really nice size. My ass aches at the thought of having him inside me. I haven’t had sex in months and seeing him like this has me craving him. “You’re fucking beautiful.”
“Yeah?” he pants. He lifts his shirt slightly, looking down at me. “Feels good.”
“Let me make it feel better.” My lips wrap around his crown, suckling, and my tongue swipes his swollen head. I lick the precum that beads at his tip, swiping it with my tongue and pulling back to let it stretch between us. Then I wrap my lips around his crown, sucking, indulging in his taste. The soft noises that leave him feel like a win.
“Grey.” His fingers wind through my hair, giving me a little tug, then cradle the back of my skull pulling me to him. I get to work sucking him down and using my hand to stroke while I suck. My tongue teases the underside of his shaft. I’m so full. He flexes in my mouth.
Maybe soon I’ll have him in my bed where I can kiss and savor every part of him. Now I just need to see him shatter. I want him to know how good this feels, how crazy he makes me, how much I love sucking his cock. I can safely say I’ve never seen a more beautiful one. “Oh, Grey.” He curls around me, gripping my head tighter.
My other hand smooths up his thigh, reaching to grab his ass.
I feel it, then. The shift.
I look up. “What’s wrong?”
Red blooms across his face. “Just um, don’t. I don’t want penetration.”
“No problem.” My hands slide down, cupping the back of his thighs, and I look up at him, licking slowly from the base of his cock to the tip then twisting my tongue along his crown. An erotic lollipop I want to savor.
“So good, Grey. Fuck.” He pulls his shirt up more, rocking into my mouth. “Just like that. You’re so good at this.”
I pull off with a pop, jerking him slowly. “You want to fuck my face?”
