Page 23 of By His Side

“Fuck me.” Felix’s lips closed around my ear, the nip he delivered stinging. “Fuck me.” This time, he delivered a slap to my arse. “Fuck me.”

Unwilling to find out what punishment he might have in store next if I didn’t, I began fucking him in earnest. The sight of his magnificent body at my mercy was something to behold, my hands roaming over it to get their fill as my hips thrust.

“Deeper.”

I gave him deeper.

“Harder.”

I gave him that as well, until it felt like we were nothing but a blur, the room filling with the unmistakable sounds of sex: pants, groans, and the wet slap of body against body.

“Give it to me, Darien. Show me what you’re made of. Yes! Like that.” Felix’s hand found his cock, and he stroked in time with my thrusts, his moans coming thick and fast now. Well, I’d definitely done what I’d set out to do: there were zero signs of amusement on Felix’s face as he took my cock. Only the desire to come, which, given the speed at which he was stroking his cock, wasn’t far off. Good. Because I wasn’t sure how much longer I could stave off my orgasm.

I slammed into him even harder, Felix crying out, his words unintelligible now. And then he was coming, spurts of whitedecorating those impressive abdominal muscles of his as I fucked him through it. My orgasm hit so hard that I forgot to breathe, leaving me gasping for air and sprawled on top of Felix when I finally catapulted back to earth. His chest was shaking when I finally disengaged myself from him and rolled off, the chuckle silent.

Chapter Eleven

Felix

Darien switching from someone who kept claiming he didn’t want to be here, to someone who took the lead in a shake of a lamb’s tail, had been quite the revelation.

And what a lead it had been, Darien far more commanding than I would ever have given him credit for.

When he rolled off me, I envisioned the next couple of minutes. He’d get rid of the condom. In fact, having spotted the bin right next to the bed, he was already doing that. He’d use the excuse of sitting up to take it one step further and stand. He’d dress almost as quickly as I’d gotten him out of his clothes. He’d mumble something about needing to be somewhere, or it getting late and him needing to work the next day. And then he’d leave, and I’d be alone again, just like I’d been all day. Just like I’d been yesterday and the day before.

Darien heaved out a sigh, and I steeled myself for him proving my theory correct and getting up and finding his clothes. He didn’t.Instead, he twisted in my direction, his gaze starting at my now limp dick and traveling over the rivulets of cum on my stomach, before finally reaching my face. “You came a lot.”

“I did.” There was no point in denying it when the evidence was right there for us both to see. “I guess your cock hit all the right spots.”

Darien laughed, the dimples making a brief appearance. “I can honestly say no one’s said that to me before.”

“No? They should have done.”

“People tend to be more…” His brow furrowed, like he wasn’t sure what he’d been going to say.

“More what?”

“I don’t know.” He shook his head, his gaze dropping to my stomach again. “Do you want a washcloth?”

“That would be nice.” My words were careful, like he was an easily spooked woodland creature that might bolt if I talked too loud or said the wrong thing. “The bathroom’s opposite.”

He nodded as he stood and headed in that direction without putting on any clothes. Safe in the knowledge he couldn’t do a runner unless he was going to do it naked, I relaxed back against the pillows and listened to the familiar sounds: bathroom door being opened; tap running; tap being switched off. And then footsteps as he reappeared. Expecting him to throw the washcloth at me, it surprised me when he took a seat on the bed and cleaned me himself.

“How many sit-ups do you do a day?” he asked.

“Huh!”

“Sit-ups.” He gestured at the area he was wiping. “Calling that a six-pack isn’t doing it justice. It’s more like an eight pack.”

“Thank you.” He rolled his eyes, and I laughed. It seemed Darien wasn’t as predictable as I’d thought. Instead of being halfway back to wherever it was he lived, he was here, treating me with a care I couldn’trecall anyone exhibiting before. Not even Julian in the first flushes of our relationship when he’d been on his best behavior. And how sad was it that I used him as a yardstick? The same man who’d ruined my life just because he could.

“Is it a state secret?”

I lifted my gaze to Darien’s, finding him regarding me quizzically. “Is what a state secret?”

“The sit-ups.”

Right. He’d asked how many I did. “I don’t know. A lot. In prison, exercise kept me sane. It gave me something to think about. Something I had control over that no one could take from me.”

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