Page 99 of King of Hollywood
I kissed his head, his ears, his cheeks—and he stroked my nape, traced my cheekbones, my nose, my brow bone. When he flicked the lamp off and the room was filled with darkness, my heart was as full as my arms.
I thought I wouldn’t like this.
The prickle of our leg hair scratching together.
The way our sweat made us stick.
But I’d been wrong.
I’d been so wrong.
Because if I’d thought holding Felix was the best feeling in the world, fucking him was even better.
Twice more throughout the night, when I woke from my slumber, I slipped back inside him. Rutted into him while I was still half asleep, his fingers scratching at the comforter while I plastered myself against his back and bounced my hips against his plump ass.
I filled him up, over and over and over.
And once, around four in the morning, an hour or so before my usual alarm went off, I slipped beneath the covers so that I could taste where he was sore and loose.
His lovely ass gave beneath my tongue, his hole sucking greedily at me as I tasted my own cum inside him. I’d expected it to taste worse than it did, and was pleasantly surprised when the flavor didn’t bother me at all.
Felix sobbed, whining into the mattress as he shoved his ass back against my face, a fresh rush of my cum slipping free as his pretty, pink hole fluttered a greeting at me.
I pulled at the little ring of muscle, enraptured as I watched the slick pale liquid slip free.
“Marshall,” Felix gasped, embarrassed.
“Mhmm,” I sighed happily, content—for once—to touch another person. I gave his messy hole a slurping, wet kiss, and he stopped protesting altogether.
There was something inherently wrong about licking someone’s ass. And I supposed that’s why it made me so damn hard. It wasn’t something I ever would’ve expected to enjoy. But I did. Especially when Felix began chanting my name—hips swiveling back as I grabbed his ass cheeks, spread them wide, and ate his ass till he came all over the already cum-stained sheets.
With sloppy, flat licks, I soothed his sweet little hole, enticing it to soften again as Felix came down from his high.
“Fuck,” he said, muffled into the mattress. “What the hell was that?”
Feeling incredibly proud of myself, I replied, “I believe it is called felching.”
“Felching?” Felix echoed, voice dazed. You’d think I’d eaten his brain, not his ass. I’d once, uncharitably, thought he had no brain cells left to lose. It was amazing how wrong I’d been. This clever little creature seemed to know everything—which was why it was quite fun that for once, I knew more than he did.
“If I hadn’t licked my own cum out of your pretty little hole—”
“Oh fuck,” Felix’s hips flexed, like my words were causing his already spent dick to perk back up again.
“It would be called rimming.”
“Rimming?” He echoed again, sounding equally as dazed. “I didn’t know you could do that.”
Thank you, porn, for your service.
“Did you like it?” I asked, nibbling along his ass cheeks just to feel the bouncy flesh give. Felix shuddered, his hole clenching. Unable to help myself—because now that I knew what it felt like inside him, I wanted to be inside him at all times—I pushed my thumb inside his soft, well-fucked hole.
He whined again, and my dick attempted to resurrect itself.
“Loved it,” Felix replied, arching his back a little. He gasped when I bit his other cheek, thumb sinking deeper. He was so velvety soft inside. I never wanted to leave. Ever. “How did you learn that?”
“You have your secrets, I have mine,” I countered, not wanting to tell him how much time I’d spent researching for this exact moment.
“Mmm fair enough,” Felix said. And then he did this lovely, amazing, wonderful little swivel, arching his back enticingly. “Got one more in you, big shot?”