Page 19 of Love Me Like It's Real
You’re a stubborn little fucker, aren’t you?
Why is this happening to me? What is it about him that won’t leave me alone? Why him?
I look at the empty spot beside me that Felix Spring is occupying and bite my lips.
If he’s not going to leave, the least he can do is be useful. And since I have no use for cuddles and lovey-dovey shit I whip my cock out and put him to work.
Naturally, he bends over me and takes me into his mouth with no protest or hesitation, glancing up at me with those intense eyes that keep going from green to blue to gray and I go rock-hard in seconds.
The more time he spends on my cock, the faster I stroke myself and the more the need for release fills me.
I picture myself running my hand through his short, pink, curly hair and gripping it. I imagine him grinning at me seductively, arching his back. He goes from fully dressed to fully naked in an instant and I waste no time running my hand over his firm butt, using my fingers to pull his cheeks apart and press them over his tight, puckered hole.
My cock pulses and I bite back a groan.
Felix moves between my legs, down on his knees and continues worshipping my cock without taking his eyes off me. He takes me all the way to the root and I pause before I bust and take a deep breath.
I adjust my grip on my cock and run my thumb over my slit, edging pre-cum out of me that I use to slick up my crown and when I start rubbing my length he’s sitting on me all of a sudden, legs spread apart in an unnatural way with my cock balls-deep inside him.
I’m all out of breath before I even know it and yet nowhere near ready for release. I’m not ready to let him go yet. I don’t want to.
I free my cock and lie down. I imagine him lying beside me too, with his back turned to me as I slip myself between his ass cheeks and fuck his hole slower, measured, but just as hungrily.
I feel the urge to touch myself again so I bring my hand up to my mouth and bite my fingers, picturing Felix’s instead. I keep thrusting in and out of him but then he turns around and starts kissing my face.
That’s enough.
I turn on my back and reposition him on top of me facing away and wrap my hand around my cock again.
It only takes three tugs before I let my groan boom across the living room and I paint my black T-shirt white with my load, gasping for air.
For some peculiar reason, and even though I work out almost every day, I can’t quite catch my breath but at least I get so busy trying to control it that Felix disappears like a spirit into the ether, leaving me alone in my own mess.
Just like I prefer it.
And yet when I get up and drag myself to bed, he’s still there, waiting for me.
“God. I need to get laid,” I tell the empty spot Felix is occupying but all he does is smirk. “Preferably with you.”
So I can get him out of my system. That’s what Wells does. He claims anyone who tickles his fancy and then leaves them wanting for more while he moves on to the next hole.
That’s what I should do too.
It’s a solid plan.
I just need to find him so I can get under him.
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FELIX
Getting Jack Hayworth out of my mind the rest of the night was like super power practice in superhero movies.
You know how the heroes with the mind powers have to reallyreallyconcentrate on using their powers by clearing their minds, or calming their presence or some crap?
Well, that’s me from the minute I left the bar ‘til I got home and into bed. It’s just impossible. The guy was hilarious, intriguing and sexy as fuck. I’m probably obsessing over him because I need to get laid but I’m ignoring that elephant. I don’t need complications in my life here in Maplewood. I’ve had enough to last me a lifetime.
In order to help get him out of my mind I take my ear pods out of their case, open my audiobook app and pick up where I left off. Getting lost in wonderful fictional queer worlds where there are no problems, no homophobia, no sexism but all the drama, miscommunication, reservations, and whatnot.
