Page 86 of Hollow Heart

I gaze up at his lustful expression, at the way he bites his lip, his lip piercing glinting in the light, and I get an idea.

I jiggle his piercing, eliciting another groan and he sucks in a breath, cursing once more.

“Show. Me. Your. Cock,” he grits through his teeth. He adds apleasethat is so desperate, I don’t have the will to keep fucking with him.

Though, I can’t say I dislike seeing Felix at my mercy one fucking bit.

I do as he asks once more, releasing his balls as I pop open my buttons, and unzip my own pants.

I fumble with the fabric of my boxers, because I’m already hot and moist enough that I’m sticking to the fabric, but the moment my cock springs free, Felix curses again.

“I want you to touch that beautiful cock of yours,” he hisses, adding an awkward “please” again which only makes my heart beat faster.

Felix is a demanding person, that much I know, but he is also exceptionally perceptive of those around him.

I slide my hand around my cock, which throbs with renewed arousal as he ceases his thrusts, my mouth still full of his cock.

“I’m going to fuck your mouth while I watch you stroke that pretty cock,” he bites, snapping his hips again until he makes me gag. “And then I’m going to watch you come with my cock down your throat.“

Tears pool in my eyes and I have never wanted to please a person likethisin my life.

Because I’ve always been the one in control.

Of Issax, of Marci.

But I know as Felix slowly fucks my mouth, his blue eyes blazing with fire as he watches me, that I amnotin control here.

I groan around his throbbing member, pulling back just enough that I can suck and nibble at his cockhead, pressing my tongue into his salty slit.

Felix grabs me by the hair as I stroke myself.

I’m already so wet from my own precum, my strokes come easy.

“That’s it, you’re doing so fucking good,” he growls as he thrusts himself back in my open, needy mouth. His words are dirty, in tone, and in sound, as his accent colors each word.

I don’t hate this at all.

Don’t get me wrong, I likegettinghead just as much as anyone, butgivingit is a whole other experience.

“Fuck, I’m coming,” he cries as his thrusts turn erratic, and I cry out an incoherent mumble around his cock as I slide my hand over my exploding dick to avoid making a mess on my expensive clothes.

Seriously, I doubt these digs are machine washable.

Felix’s hand loosens its grip in my hair as his cock pulses, filling my mouth with warm, thick cum.

Before I can think twice about it, I swallow his release and he pulls back, spilling a few drips across my lips, beside my lip ring.

I look up at him as reality sets in, feeling like the air has left my lungs.

I absentmindedly lick Felix’s cum from my lips, watching as he tries to catch his breath.

My cock deflates as he looks at me for a moment, before tucking his cock back in his pants, heading for the bathroom without a word, his breaths heavy.

Leaving me alone, on the floor, with my aching knees and tight, tense thigh muscles, my own release dripping down my shaft.

Reality settles on me and I know without a doubt, I am not straight.

Not by a long shot.

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