They developed a treatment plan and set the date for the surgery on his leg. If everything goes as well as they promise, Remy should be able to start playing a few weeks into the practice season. I’m only now allowing myself to feel the relief that came with the prognosis.
Felix lifts his arm and allows me to sink a little closer to him. My eyes are heavy, but I need to speak to Lewis before I go to bed.
“Did you eat anything?” Gray asks, leaning into the room from the doorway.
“I did. Ash brought us lunch.” My tone conveys a little snark. I wasn’t expecting her to be there and to be so involved with the process. It was so awkward to sit there with someone I don’t know and watch her worry over someone I love. I would have rather eaten out of the vending machine or gone hungry if I knew she was going to stick around after.
“Why don’t you go to bed then? I know you didn’t get much sleep last night.” Felix strokes his fingers over my arm.
“I will soon,” I promise with every intention of picking myself up from Felix’s embrace and getting my phone.
“Should we just leave her?” Gray asks, and I feel his fingertips caressing my jaw. I burrow deeper into the inviting warmth I’m curled against. I must have fallen asleep.
“I’ll bring her to bed when she wakes up,” Felix murmurs softly, but my head is on his chest, so I hear him anyway. I try to muster up the strength to open my eyes but fail miserably.
Sometime later, a shrill noise has me lifting my head and looking around for the source of the sound. Felix curses, and I realize I’m lying on him, not just leaning against him anymore.
The room is dark, but I know we’re still on the couch. “Sorry, go back to sleep.” He runs his hand over my hair and back.
“What was that?” I rasp, nuzzling my nose into his neck. Damn, he smells good. When was the last time I took a shower?
Felix palms the back of my head and neck, delving his fingertips into my hair to massage my scalp. “Nothing important,” he answers, and I swear his voice is huskier. Suddenly, I’m more awake but no longer concerned with the sound.
I kiss his neck, and a deep sigh slips past his lips. My next kisses are open-mouthed, and I make sure I drag my lips over his throat until I flick the tip of my tongue out to taste his jaw.
His hand tightens in my hair, spurring me on to keep kissing and sucking until he turns his chin down and captures my lips with his. I slide my leg over so I’m straddling his hips instead of being wedged between him and the back of the couch.
I’m glad I had the foresight to change into comfy clothes when we got home. I can feel how ready he is for me through his sweatpants. Felix slips his hand under the back of my shirt, and I shiver—not from the cool air, but from his touch. His fingers dance along my spine, only stopping to apply pressure to the small of my back so I’m grinding down on him.
Our kiss is slow and sensual. It makes me want to strip him bare and lick every inch of his skin before sinking onto his cock. I slide my hands under his shirt to feel his warm skin. In my mind, I can see all the inky lines covering his chest, and I imagine tracing them with my fingers.
Felix skims his hands up my sides, his thumbs caressing the swell of my breasts, but it’s just a tease as he continues up to remove my shirt. We stop kissing long enough for him to toss the fabric away, leaving me bare from the waist up. I use the time to get rid of his shirt too. When he leans up to get it off his back, we bump noses. I chuckle and nuzzle him again as I move lower to lick my way down his body.
My tattoo gets extra attention. I love that there is a permanent mark of me on him, even if I’m the only one that knows what it means or that it’s even there. Felix tugs on my hair again when I decide to move a little lower. His hips lift when I run my tongue around his belly button and tug on the waist of his pants to pull them down.
I kiss his tip sweetly when he’s fully exposed, then look up so I can see his face when I take him into my mouth. He doesn’t disappoint. His eyes are lidded and locked on mine as I wrap my fingers around him and give him a squeeze.
His tongue darts out to wet his bottom lip before he sinks his teeth into it, waiting. With my eyes still on his, I open up and take Felix’s cock into my mouth. He’s thick and warm against my tongue, and I can already taste how badly he wants me. I know it’s not going to be long before he’s pulling me away from his dick so he can finish inside me. I lick and suck until he’s groaning my name and nearly helpless beneath me.
The moment I let his cock pop free from my lips, Felix jerks me up and then his lips are on mine, devouring me as if to punish my mouth for making him so desperate. His hand goes to my hip, and he shoves my pants down, trying to get them off, but our position makes it nearly impossible, so I lift up and slide them down myself before straddling his hips again.
His heavy dick is pushed up between us, so I slide up and down his shaft, fitting him between my lips. The crown of his cock is so wide and thick, I have to stop myself from getting off like this.
Felix lifts his head off the couch and captures my nipple between his lips while his hand caresses my other breast in unison. Seeing him under me and watching the sheer pleasure on his face when he has to stop sucking on me to let me hear how good I’m making him feel damn near makes me crazy with lust.
Moving my hand behind me, I grab the base of his cock, and this time when I slide down, I make sure he slips inside me. “Fuck,” he growls, and with renewed vigor, he sucks and licks my nipples.
Felix slides the hand that was pinching my hard tip down until he’s gripping my ass, pushing and tugging me harder against him. It’s my turn to moan now. I like being on top and allowing him to control my movements. It feels like I’m submitting even from a position of power.
He flexes his hips up with every stroke, making sure he goes as deep as possible. Every thrust has little huffs passing my lips until I’m so close to the edge, I can already feel my inner muscles milking him.
He leans back and watches my face as I tilt my head back. He skates his hand between our bodies and spreads my lips with his fingers, then pinches my clit between his pointer and middle fingers. I come immediately. It’s intense enough that I have to grit my teeth so I don’t shout. Felix uses his other hand on my hip to hold me in place while he drives into me fast and rough until he, too, moans through his release.
Within seconds, I collapse on his chest, not caring if I’m crushing him as I catch my breath. He starts stroking my back with his fingertips, and I shiver and tuck in even tighter. When I think I might fall back asleep, he taps my butt, and I instinctively move to the side so he can get up.
Felix scoots the rest of the way out from under me and rises, kicking his pants off his legs as he walks away naked. His ass is bare of any tattoos, and I grin when I think about asking him if he’ll put a buttercup there, or better yet, a print of my lips.
When he returns, it’s with a warm wet cloth that he slides up the back of my legs and between them. I look over my shoulder to see his eyes are focused on my body as he spreads my legs and wipes the cloth down my pussy with gentle strokes to clean me. It might not be as good as a pee and a shower, but I’m not complaining.
