Page 87 of King of Hollywood
Yeah.
I rutted harder, rolling my hips to meet the rhythm we’d set as Felix shoved his tongue into my mouth and I groaned around him.
I knew I wasn’t going to last—and neither was he.
And that was what made this all the sweeter.
Because there would be more opportunities to play together. Infinite really.
So long as he didn’t kill me.
When he came it was with a broken little howl. It was muffled between our mouths, but earth-shattering all the same. I bucked against him, grinding against his sweet little body, my hands forcing his ass down, over and over, to give me something to fuck against.
I bit his lip, hard, holding tight to it as he gasped against my mouth, his red eyes glowing.
Glowing.
What the—
Oh.
Oh.
Oh.
Felix shifted back a little, parting his legs. He pressed his hand to the ceiling for balance, holding tight, his other hand digging into my shoulder as he bounced on my lap. There was blood smeared across his lips, cherry red. My blood. My blood-my-blood-my-blood.
“That’s it, darling,” Felix urged, riding my lap, his eyes dark with heat. “Fuck me, sweetheart. C’mon. I know you need it.”
“Please—” I gasped out. I’d only ever begged once in my life, and I’d sworn I’d never do it again. Apparently that had been a fat fucking lie. Because all I needed was Felix’s sweet ass grinding onto my hard dick and I was prepared to sell my soul to come against him. “Please, please, please—”
“Fuck me,” Felix growled, head tipped back as he watched me through his lashes. He looked powerful like that—gorgeous and inhibited. A sexy god. A sex god.
Aphrodite’s tiny, delicious brother.
“Look at you,” Felix’s hand ran over my chest, pushing against my hard nipples as I grit my teeth and panted. Up, up, up, I fucked against him, planting my feet into the floor so I could make him bounce. There were too many layers. Too many layers—why had I brought lube and condoms if we weren’t going to use them?
Why-why-why?
“Please—”
“Look at that big fucking chest heave.” Felix squeezed one of my pecs, pinching it in his hand tight enough that for a moment I couldn’t breathe. “You’re all hot and bothered, aren’t you, Marshall?”
I nodded, my jaw clenched tight, my lip no longer stinging—like it’d never been torn at all.
“You like to act scary, don’t you?” Felix pulled his hips up and away, and my own pelvis jerked, trying to meet him—to no avail. Somehow, someway, he was stronger than me. It didn’t make sense. It didn’t make sense— “But you’re really just a big, sweet puppy dog.”
I growled at him, baring my teeth, and Felix grinned.
“You play bad, but deep down you’re a good boy.” I sobbed, the words bouncing around inside my head. “You’re my good boy, aren’t you?”
I nodded, though my jaw remained clenched tight.
His eyes were dark with heat and mischief, and I didn’t think I’d ever seen anything prettier.
“You need to fuck me, don’t you?”
“Yes—” I managed through gritted teeth. “Please—”