I press light kisses to the side of his neck, loving the way a shiver overtakes him, and then I slip my left hand under his shirt, walking my fingers up his rippled stomach to his chest, and pinch his nipple.
He comes like a rocket, explosive and fast, clenching his jaw to keep from making any noise that would give us away.
“Okay?” I whisper as his breathing starts to steady. I’ve got a handful of cum that I need to get rid of, but I don’t want to move away from him until he’s back to himself.
He looks up at me with glazed eyes and parted lips. Fuck the cum, and fuck everyone in the restaurant. I lean in?—
“Yeah, I’m good,” he says, straightening. “Thanks. That was incredible.”
Shoving down my disappointment, I slide back around the booth and grab a tissue from my pocket to clean off my hand. None too soon, either—Kent appears just as I’m shoving the crumpled wad back into my pocket. I’ll go wash my hands as soon as he’s gone.
“I hope everything’s going well over here,” he says, and Felix grins wickedly.
“You have no idea.”
CHAPTER NINETEEN
Felix
I’ve never been moreglad that I Ubered somewhere than I am tonight, because I walk out of the restaurant and get into Ari’s car without having to worry about anything. Not my car, not how I’m getting home, not the low-key awkwardness of driving in separate cars from the same place to the same place to have sex.
Instead, I slide into the passenger seat, wait for Ari to get in and start the car, and put my hand in his lap.
He glances down to where I’m trying to get his pants open, then returns his attention to the road. “I thought cats were supposed to be patient.”
I scoff. “Not when we have needs that must be gratified. I want cock, Ari, and you’re going to give it to me.” If I could only get into his pants. What the fuck is wrong with his belt buckle?
His breath stutters, but when I look at his face, his lips are curled into a smile. “Bossy kitty.” My frustrated snarl makes his smile widen. “I live five minutes from here, Felix. Hold on just a little longer, and you can have my cock all night.” One of his hands captures mine, trapping it against the bulge in his pants. “I’ll take care of you, kitty.”
Inside me, my cat stretches and purrs, loving the sound of that. Deep down, I only want to be petted and coddled andlooked after like I’m precious. It’s why I’ve been on the hunt for true love, despite some spectacular failures.
But I know Ari doesn’t mean that—not yet, anyway. For now, this is about sexual gratification, and I am zero percent mad about that. The hand job in the restaurant was the first time I’ve felt truly satisfied since my last hookup, more than a month back. My stupid sex hormones are snobbish about self-gratification.
Since he’s not going to let me jerk him off—or more—while he’s driving, I occupy my time with imagining him naked and spread out beneath me on white sheets, his hair fanned out around his head. Or naked and riding my dick, his hair curtaining us both as he leans down to kiss me. Or naked, his hair wrapped around my fist as?—
Hmm. I might have a fetish for his hair.
“Felix? We’re here.”
I open my eyes and yank my hand away from his crotch, reaching for the door handle before I even fully take in where we are. It doesn’t matter—not really. If Ari lives in a tree house, we’ll be making love amongst the leaves.
To my relief, he doesn’t live in a tree house, though I’m surprised to see he lives in an apartment. “I thought you elves liked to surround yourselves with nature,” I comment as I follow him up two flights of stairs. That’s what Jared and Dáithí told me, anyway. He won’t even have a courtyard garden up here—at most, a balcony.
“We do,” he agrees, leading me to a door and fishing out his keys. “But I like the city too. This is close to work, and it’s not as though I can’t be in the woods somewhere within just a few steps.”
“Mm.” I’m looking around his place—which has a vast array of potted plants—and nodding before his words actually sink in. “Wait… huh? How can you be in the woods in just a few steps?”I might not have been paying attention on the drive here, but we definitely weren’t in the car long enough to have left the urban jungle. There aren’t woods for miles. Tens of miles, even.
Ari closes the door behind him, hangs his keys on a hook beside it, and looks at me curiously. “Have your friends not told you about this?”
Clearly not. “About what? Can you fly?” I’m joking, but then I remember that I’m talking to a real-life elf and that dragons also exist. “Wait, can you?”
He looks at me as though I’ve said something ridiculous. “Of course not.”
That’s disappointing. I was imagining myself soaring through the air—in felid form, of course, because I’m more likely to land on my feet that way. “Oh. Well, how then?”
His head tilts, as though he’s thinking. “This isn’t general knowledge. Not all elves can do it, and most of us who do work for the DEA.”
“Okayyyyy. You’re starting to freak me out. Am I going to disappear forever if you tell me?”
