“Have you ever topped before?” I ask.
“Like…once.”
Knowing that I’m one of the few guys he’s topped does something to me. I sit upright, my knees against the bed, enjoying the way his cock stretches my ass, before I start riding him.
Felix releases a long, deep moan as I pump my ass on his dick.
I haven’t bottomed since I was with the Kays, but I want to bottom for Felix. This man, who has dealt with my shit for months and still held me in my darkest moment, needs to be inside of me.
Once I get used to him, I ride his dick with fervor, fallinginto a trance as a look of pleasure washes over his face. Felix’s hands find my chest, caressing my nipples. I place my left hand on his, pressing it over my heart, hoping to convey just how much I care about him.
He gets it. His face shifts, and, soon, we’re not just fucking. Our eyes lock, staring into each other’s souls.
“Felix,” I rasp out.
His hand travels up, cupping my face, and I turn to suck on his fingers. Everything about Felix in this moment is perfect: his gorgeous face, the way his fingers taste, the feel of his length stretching me. It’s all perfect.
I adjust, positioning myself on my feet so I can lean back and ride him. It makes his dick glide against my prostate in the best way possible, and I start mewling between calling out his name.
“Torren,” Felix gasps. “You’re so tight. I’m gonna come soon.”
“Fill me up, Felix. I want you inside me. Please.”
I pump faster, and Felix hits the deepest part of me, sending me into a frenzy. My eyes roll back, my vision blurring as I ride him harder. It feels incredible. “Felix. I’m gonna come, too.”
He releases a cry and floods me with warmth. I push down on him, making sure he shoots his cum as deep as possible.
My back arches, and I grip my cock, pumping it while I look upward, white spots clouding my vision. My hole tightens around his cock as I feel my orgasm building. It’s knowing how deep he is inside me that finally sets off a mind-blowing orgasm that has me hollering at the top of my lungs.
I look down and see Felix is droopy-eyed with a lazy smile on his face. A warm feeling washes over me, knowing I didthat.
He’s also covered in my cum. I trail my finger in it and say, “Sorry.”
“Please, don’t apologize,” he urges. “That was amazing.”
My forehead rests against his, and we breathe each other in as we come down from the intensity of it all.
Felix cups my face with his hand and whispers, “Torren. We didn’t use the handcuffs.”
I hadn’t even realized we didn’t have them; I was just so determined to connect with him.
I don’t know what it means, but I hope it’s over—the sick urges I feel around him. Maybe this is what I needed—to tell someone my truth.
Or maybe Felix being here, holding me through it all, treating me like a person and not a monster, has mended my fractured heart.
When he met me, my heart was broken. I thought it would always be broken. But this sassy, beautiful man is putting it back together, and I’m so grateful that he’s back in my life—that I didn’t push him away for good.
Felix kisses me and rolls me to my side, pulling me closer and peppering me with kisses all over my face, neck, and lips. We’re a mess, but I don’t care. We’ll clean up later. For now, I just want to be near him.
I don’t know what any of this means. All I know is that I want him close.
All the time.
Felix
Torren and I stand across from each other in his little kitchen.
His stance is open, unguarded. The walls are falling, and that tether of attraction we’ve always had is turning into a real connection.
