Page 9 of After Felix
He chuckles and bends back to my dick, sucking on it with a power that makes my eyes cross while he cradles my arse in his big hands, squeezing the flesh and occasionally smacking it gently.
“If you hit me with your dick, I’ll bite it off,” I inform him.
He laughs. “Alright, Lorena Bobbitt. What about this?”
My eyes fly open, and my mouth opens in a silent scream as he pushes my knees up to my chest and licks down my crease.
“What are youdoing?” I say in an utterly scandalised tone.
His chuckle vibrates in a way that makes my toes curl. “I’m settling in for a bit of rimming.”
“You don’t know me.”
“Oh, I’m sorry. Should I meet your parents first?” he says conversationally.
I laugh, but it turns quickly into a groan as he settles his attention on my arsehole which perks up and immediately takes notice.
“Oh Christ, I’ve never—” I stumble over my words.
His head pops up immediately. “You’ve never had this done to you?” His tone is far too astonished.
I glare at him. “Not much time for that in pub toilets. Besides, I’m mostly just in it for the dick,” I finish loftily.
He smiles. “Well, give it a try. If at first, you don’t succeed, try, try, and try again, as my mother used to say.”
“Mentioning your mother isn't exactly erotic.” He bends back to his task, and I throw my head back, digging into the pillow he pushedunder it. “Oh God, ooh, mmm… carry on,” I command. “And don’teverstop.”
He lifts one hand and gives me a thumbs-up. My laughter rapidly turns into a moan as he suckles and licks my hole until I’m swearing and invoking our lord’s name in a highly impious way.
Then he pulls back and takes me hard, standing by the side of the bed with my legs slung over his shoulders, fucking into me with forceful thrusts that shove me up the bed and hit my sweet spot pretty consistently.
He stares at me, all humour gone, his eyes dark and hot as he looks down at where his cock is entering me. I spread my legs to give him a good view, and he groans, biting his lip and increasing the speed of his thrusts. Reaching down, I fist my cock, but he knocks my hand away.
“Mine,” he says.
“Well, don’t get too attached,” I gasp. “There are plenty more fish in the sea who’d like a nibble.”
“Funny Felix. I wonder how funny you’ll be if I do this?” He levers my legs off him and pushes them together, bringing my arse into the cradle of his groin, and gives a few thrusts with his supple hips. Stars flare brightly behind my eyes, and when he leans down and slides his fist over my cock, I come without any warning, writhing on his dick as ropy strands of come fall onto my stomach.
He gives a pained groan and increases his thrusts. Just as it’s on the edge of being too much, he pulls out and rips off the condom. I spread my legs obligingly and run my fingers through my come as he climbs onto the bed and crouches over my chest.
“Yes,” I say throatily to his unspoken question. He strips his dick with two hard strokes, and I close my eyes as the hot liquid hits my face and neck.
He falls onto the bed with a knackered grunt, pausing just to wipe my face with a corner of the sheet.
“Well, colour me surprised. Youarea gentleman, after all,” I say.
He laughs. “Don't tell Debretts. They haven’t used this measurement yet.”
Silence falls, and I lie for a long while with his arm lax across my stomach. His breath is hot on my shoulder, and I can smell sex and hiswarm scent. Eventually, I stir. “I’m definitely having a shower this time,” I announce. “I smell like a regular at a brothel, and I’ve got come in places that a decent boy would blush at.”
He chuckles lazily. “Good job you’re not a decent boy, then.” I laugh. “I like the way you smell anyway.”
“I suppose you would, you Neanderthal. You were the one using your dick like a hose.”
I wriggle out from under his arm as he makes lazy complaining noises and finally stand up.
“Just so you know, I’m totally going to use up all the expensive bath shit in your bathroom, Max.”
