Page 49 of Wicked Games

Is that some past lover or someone he has a crush on?

I might have known Felix since he was ten, but I don’t reallyknowthat much about his personal life, and that includes his sexuality.

In the nine years we’ve been part of each other’s lives, he’s never officially dated anyone, and has never been linked to anyone other than Eden. I’m pretty sure Jordan would castrate him if he found out they were sleeping together, so I believe him when he says they’re just friends. I’ve never even heard about him having a crush or being interested in anyone, not even celebrities or influencers.

But then again, he had no issues with me getting him off and definitely didn’t seem to mind having my dick in his mouth, so who the fuck knows what he is or isn’t.

“My Teddy,” he says dreamily and lets out a soft giggle that sounds completely out of place coming from him. “So comfy.” He nuzzles his cheek against my shoulder and sighs contentedly.

Yeah, he’s definitely asleep.

I give his shoulder a little shake. “Wake up.”

“No, thank you.” He throws one leg over me and presses it between my thighs. The move isn’t sexual, but the scrape of his leg hair against my half-hard dick is enough to encourage it to thicken to full mast.

“Of fucking course,” I mutter and give him another shake. “Wake up before I throw you across the room.”

He makes a snuffling sound, like he’s afraid, and buries his face in my chest. “Please don’t hurt me,” he whimpers. “Please. You’re the only one who helps me.”

What the fuck? Is he talking to me or this Teddy guy?

“No one is going to hurt you,” I say, even as my mind is spinning with questions. “Can you wake up for me?”

“I don’t want to,” he whispers, still talking into my chest. “Please don’t make me.”

I’ve never dealt with a sleepwalker before, but this feels different. Are they usually this hard to wake?

“I missed you.” He squeezes me tighter and shifts so he’s half laying on me.

Now the side of his groin is pressing into my cock, and I have to bite back a groan at the friction from his weight grinding down on me.

“Did you take any pills tonight?” I ask.

“Are you mad at me?” He sounds so young and scared it twists something inside me.

“No one’s mad at you.” Trying a different tactic, I wrap my arm around his shoulders and hold him against me. “I just need to know if you took any pills tonight.”

He sighs happily and snuggles into my embrace.

“Did you take anything?” I ask again.

“Maybe.” He sounds coy now, but there’s an innocence under it that doesn’t feel like he’s being vague or obtuse on purpose.

That tracks with him taking something. And now that I’m thinking clearly and have some context, it’s obvious he’s having an Ambien dream and has no idea what’s going on or what he’s doing.

“Why did you get into my bed?” I might as well see what I can get out of him while he’s so loose-lipped.

“Because I missed you.” He shifts and rubs his groin against my dick.

I can tell he’s not doing it on purpose, but my entire body reacts like he just dropped to his knees and begged me to fuck his mouth again.

I may not be into guys, but what happened with Felix was the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced, and it had nothing to do with it being the first time I’ve played with a dick that isn’t mine.

That part was a lot less weird than I thought it would be. Touching him, stroking him, wasn’t much different from doing it to myself, but the sense of power it gave me was next level.

Being in control of his pleasure like that, seeing his defiance slowly melt away until all that’s left is resigned acceptance and desperate desire, is almost as hot as having him on his knees. And the moment he chose to suck me off is going to live rent-free in my head for years.

He wasn’t just a willing participant. He was an active one. He got off on it, and he wanted it.

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