Felix sped up, but it wasn’tenough, not quite, and before I knew what I was doing I pulled myself up to my hands and knees, shudder after shudder of pleasure rolling down my spine at the new, better angle.
What felt likesecondslater, Felix’s hips started to jerk and stutter, rhythm faltering. He slipped a hand under me, curling his fingers around my cock like before, and I couldn’t help jerking into it, knocking us both out of time again but not caring.
My thighs were burning, my belly was tight, and my cock was leaking freely in Felix’s hand, orgasm so close I could taste it in the back of my throat, eyes screwed shut.
“Felix,” I panted, not sure whether I was begging for more, warning, or just reminding myself that he was here, thathewas the one doing this to me, that I was maybe the luckiest man on the planet right now.
“I got you,” Felix breathed in my ear, barely enough breath to make the sound. “It’s okay.”
My orgasm hit like a crashing wave, rushing over me all at once and leaving me gasping for air, blood pounding in my ears. I heard Felix’s breath catch, then an increasingly familiar sigh in my ear telling me he’d come, too.
We stayed still for a long few moments, my thighs trembling and my head spinning, too exhausted to even collapse into the mattress just yet.
“I already wanna do that again,” I choked out, voice rough, lungs protesting.
Felix huffed, pressing his lips against the back of my neck. “I might need a minute,” he murmured.
“You can have two.”
* * *
The bed waswarm and soft when I woke, Felix’s body stretched out beside mine, one arm under his pillow, exposing his smooth, pale shoulder and the tempting curve down to his waist.
I was definitely into guys.
This one guy, at least.
Maybe a few other guys I hadn’t been willing to acknowledge before.
Felix outshone them all, anyway.
I watched him for a moment, his body rising and falling as he breathed slow and shallow. Before long, I couldn’t resist reaching out to touch him, run my fingers over his skin, feel his warmth.
He started awake as soon as my hand made contact with him, making a tiny, sleepy noise, stretching out, and then rolling over to face me, doe eyes soft and sleepy.
I would’ve doneanythingfor Felix while he was looking at me with those eyes.
“Morning already?” he asked, glancing over my shoulder at the window, where a shard of sunlight had broken through the curtains and spilled onto the wall.
… I’d been reading too many of Felix’s books. I was starting tothinkthe way he wrote.
Not the worst possible fate. The way Felix wrote was beautiful, and I was looking forward to a lifetime of finding out what he came up with next.
“Morning already,” I said.
Felix sighed. “I have decisions to make.”
“Wanna talk about it?” I asked.
Felix stared at me for a long moment, sighed again, and then turned to bury his face in the pillow with a muffled thump.
“Yes,” he said, voice faint. “I think I wanna make a huge mistake.”
“Youwant tomake a mistake?” I asked. Who the hellwantedto make mistakes?
Felix turned to look at me, snuggling into the pillow. “Angelica said I could pull the book,” he said. “If I didn’t want to rewrite it.”
“Okay,” I responded. I was fairly sure it wasn’t as simple as that, or Felix would already have done it.
