Page 123 of Felix

“I know, beautiful. Hold on.”

Emil groans as I press a finger inside him, wet with lube from the bottle I left for this purpose. I work him open quickly, adding a second finger as my boyfriend squirms back against me and begs me to hurry. To hurry up, already, come on.

“So gorgeous, Specs. Look at you.”

“You’ll be looking at…my cum on this dresser if—God. If you don’t get in me soon,” he huffs out.

I nip his ass cheek, loving this man more than I can possibly say. As soon as he’s loose enough to take three fingers, I pull out and stand up. Emil widens his stance, hair falling messily over his forehead as he looks back at me, elbows planted on the dresser.

“C’mon, Christian,” he begs, eyes skipping down to my skirt as my hand disappears to wet my cock. “Do it. Do it, c’mon.”

“Fuck, I love you,” I say aloud, flipping the tulle of my tutu out of the way so I can press the head of my cock to Emil’s hole.

“I love you, too, but if you don’t get in me, I’m gonna—” Emil’s words cut out as my crown pops inside his ass.

“You were saying?” I ask, grabbing ahold of his hips as I work myself in.

He hangs his head. “Fuck, I’m gonna come.”

I huff a laugh. “Not yet. Up on your hands.”

Emil pushes up onto his palms, grunting when I snap my hips the rest of the way forward. I give him a few hard thrusts, waiting until his sounds turn frantic before I still. Flush against his back, I latch on to his neck, sucking and soothing with my tongue as Emil groans.

“What do you think they see right now, Specs?” I ask, redirecting Emil’s attention to our voyeur.

He whimpers.

I give his cock a slow stroke, and Emil starts to tremble. “You like having their eyes on you, don’t you? You like showing off.”

“Christian,” he whispers.

“I like showing you off, too, Specs. I want the world to see how gorgeous you are. I want them to see how beautifully you take my dick, like you were made for it. I want them to see how much you goddamn love this. And I want them to see you come on my cock without you so much as laying a hand on yourself. Can you do that for me?”

“Fuck.”

“That’s the idea,” I say, punching my hips. Emil cries out, and I move my hand to his shoulder blades, pressing down. “Back on your elbows, Specs. Hang on.”

Emil drops down instantly, bent over at the perfect angle. The sound he makes when I pull all the way out and slam back in again is one I know I won’t ever forget. It sounds like joy. Like abandon. It sounds like someone who knows exactly what they want and have succeeded in getting it. It’s smug. It’s gorgeous. It’s the man I love shouting his desire for anyone to hear.

“Is this…what you wanted, Specs?” I ask between breaths, fucking Emil hard enough to rattle the dresser. “You wanted…to be owned…by a man in a skirt?”

“You,” he huffs out, his ass clenching around me. “Wanted you.”

Fuck.

“You have me,” I tell him seriously, wetting my fingers before bringing my hand around to Emil’s chest. I tug on his nipple, and he gasps out a breath, his ass spasming around me again.

“Christian,” he breathes.

“What do you need?”

“You,” he says, his ass cheeks jiggling with every slam of my cock in his body. “T-talk to me.”

“You want me to tell you how hot you look right now? How good your ass feels clenched around my dick?”

He groans.

“Want me to tell you what I think our voyeur is seeing? Your cock, hard and bobbing in the air. Your muscles straining and your cheeks flushed red. Your ass swallowing me again and again and again.”

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