Page 39 of Heat Transfer
My ass would be sore tomorrow, but it was so damn worth it.
I fucked myself on him in earnest, my mind blanking with bliss as he sank in home again. My cock was leaking, dripping onto his stomach, but he didn’t seem to give a damn. No, his gaze roamed me with a voraciousness that made me shiver. That made me feel beyond seen.
Felix gripped my hips so hard his nails bit into the skin, and I savored that hint of pain, which kept me grounded in the moment. He thrust his cock at a steady pace, the sort of slow build that had me burning up from the inside out. Even though I wanted to quicken my movements and race toward the inevitable crescendo, I couldn’t. Not with his thick cock stuffed inside me and his hands on my hips, guiding me. I loved the way he took the reins a little too much.
In fact, I liked everything about him a little too much.
Sweat broke out on my temple as he fucked into me with that slow headiness that trickled through me like honey.
“I want to keep you around my cock like this forever,” Felix said. “Fuck. You feel like sin.”
His dirty talk went straight to my head, swirling around there in my bloodstream. Before I could say anything back, he thrust up, driving hard into me, brushing against my prostate. The burst of pleasure robbed me of speech, sense, anything really. I rested my hands on his shoulders, bracing myself, and rocked rock up and down on his cock, moving to his direction. My thighs started to burn, but I couldn’t stop if I wanted to. My balls were heavy, the ache in them intense with the need to come, but I also didn’t want this to end.
His attention lit me up from the inside out, and I floated, lighter than I’d been in a long, long while. Felix kept up that slow, measured pace, and his gaze flicked to the balcony beside us. We were fucking right beside the glass door, illuminated and bared for anyone to see. A shiver raced down my spine. The fact that he wanted me on display like that got me even hotter.
“That’s right, Cor,” Felix purred. “Fuck yourself nice and good on my cock.” He ran one of his hands up my torso, tangling in my chest fur, then farther to my nipple. He flicked at it, and a burst of lust traveled through me. “You look so sexy like this.”
My whole body flushed at his words, at the way his eyes glowed as they roved across me. His thick length dragged against my walls, stretching me to the max, but I loved it. How he filled up every part of me, drove in so deep it was like we could somehow become one. As if each collision together was us trying to just meld together, to lose ourselves in each other.
My breaths came out faster, and a droplet of sweat tickled as it trickled down my back. My thighs burned, but I met each thrust of Felix’s, needing that hit of pleasure when he slammed his cock in deep. The salt of his sweat and his woodsy essence drugged my senses as we shifted back and forth in this inexorable dance.
“Fuck.” I breathed out, the ache in my balls growing so intense I could barely stand it. That tension grew as I neared closer and closer to the precipice. “I’m so damn close.”
“Hold on a little longer for me.” Felix shifted his hips faster. His breath hitched, and his features mesmerized me. The furrow of his brow in concentration, the sharp frames of his glasses highlighting his dark, wicked eyes. The angular chin, the arch of his nose, the purse of his defined lips as he fucked me with deliberate thrusts. I tipped my head back, riding him for all I was worth. Each push inside sent waves of pleasure through me, and holy fuck, I was going to combust.
“Please.” I gasped.
“You’re so perfect.” He reached down and wrapped his hand around my cock. One tug, two, and I couldn’t hold back the floodgates anymore. “Come with me.”
The command was all I needed. My orgasm crashed in like a breaker to the shore, and I got swept away by the current. My cum splattered out of me, a few flecks hitting my chest. My lashes fluttered, but my vision blanked in the wake of the sheer pleasure burning through me like liquid fire. This wasn’t a release. No, it was a goddamn transformation.
Like this, in Felix’s arms, I was unmade and pieced back together, and his grip on my hip, the pulse of his cock as he unloaded into my hole, kept me tethered to him. My legs trembled from the force of my orgasm and the strain of riding Felix on his couch. Fucking worth every sore muscle tomorrow. I slowly forced my eyes open. Felix’s cum-covered hand was still wrapped around my flagging cock. His head tipped back against the couch, a few stray curls plastered to his forehead.
“Well, that blew more than my mind,” Felix said, a dopey grin on his lips.
I shook my head, shoving down the butterflies fluttering rampant in my chest. Slowly I extricated myself from the tangle of limbs we’d turned into, and his cock slid from my hole. I winced. Yeah, I’d be feeling that tomorrow, and I loved it.
“Seriously, how are you this chill?” I walked into his bathroom.
“Pretty sure the orgasm helped,” Felix drawled.
I shook my head, grabbed a few washcloths, and ran them under the water. I padded back, my hole twinging and my legs still a little limp after the way he’d wrung me out. He reached for the washcloth, and I handed it to him, even though I was tempted to kneel and clean him off with my tongue. Even after the best orgasm of my life, I hadn’t gotten enough of him, not the slightest.
If I could wake up with him every morning, worship him every night in bed, it still wouldn’t be enough.
I was in way over my head.
I wiped down my stomach, then trailed the washcloth between my cheeks to my sore hole.
“Seriously, that was so fucking hot.” Felix looked at me with a hunger that made me shiver.
“No complaints here.” I pointed to his flagging cock. “You’ve got a beast between your legs—you know that, right?”
“That’s what I’ve been told.” He winked, that cocky charm effortless. His curls were swept over his forehead, and the smirk on his lips had my heart speeding up.
Sudden discomfort rippled over me. What was the protocol here? Did I go home? We weren’t dating, no matter how often it felt like it with whatever fake date pretense we had going on.
Before I could say anything, Felix crooked his finger. “C’mere.”