Page 96 of King of Hollywood
And the slick sounds suddenly made sense.
Felix was…
Felix was fucking himself.
Oh.
My.
Fuck.
My hips jerked toward his face. The knowledge that he was crowded between my legs, his own fingers up his ass, sent me spinning. My control snapped, the beast alive and well as I strained toward him, teeth gritted.
I growled, and it didn’t even remotely sound human.
Slick, twist, slick.
Felix’s fingers continued to work, his mouth tight and perfect as he slurped messily around the crown of my cock and I stared down the line of his back, desperately trying to see past his shoulders to his—
Oh.
Fuck.
I could see it.
The spread of his thighs, his perky ass poking up—thick and meaty. His hand twisting behind himself, the cause of the filthy sounds filling the air. I couldn’t actually see the fingers disappearing inside him—but I could imagine it.
Pink, fluttery, needy, his hole caving for their searching caress.
The way he’d push in—and gasp—deep, deep, deep.
“Marshall,” Felix’s voice was sweet as he murmured against the spongy skin of my dick. It flexed toward his face of its own accord, and I reluctantly pulled my eyes away from his tapered back, his ass, and that hand—that fucking lovely hand. “Tell me you want this.”
I didn’t think he was asking for me to beg.
But I begged anyway.
“Please, please, please—” I gasped out, hips snapping up. Sweat beaded at my temple, slipping down my neck, and Felix’s eyes blazed softly as he followed the movement hungrily. “I need it—”
“Yes,” Felix removed his fingers, and his face pinched—a frankly delicious expression of pain that had me panting after him. “I know you need it. But do you want it?”
“Yes—” I gasped.
He rose onto his knees again, fumbling with his wet fingers for another lube packet. He slicked me up, long fingers spreading the cool trickle of liquid up and down my length. My head tossed back, my entire body trembling with need as he grabbed one of the condoms I’d brought. He held it up for me to see, brow arched in question.
“What about this, Marshall? Do you want to use one of these?” He asked softly, voice low.
I stared at the condom, suddenly…irrationally eager to be rid of it entirely.
“I’m a virgin,” I blurted out. If Felix was surprised, he didn’t show it.
“We don’t have to use one,” he said softly, wagging it at me. “But we can, Marshall. Virgin or not.”
“I…”
“Tell me what you want,” Felix said, voice gentle. The bossy, tiny Dom was gone, replaced by the bumbling fool I’d fallen in love with all those weeks ago in the woods. “I promise you I’ll be happy either way.”
Winnie was going to kill me.