Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 93840 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 469(@200wpm)___ 375(@250wpm)___ 313(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93840 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 469(@200wpm)___ 375(@250wpm)___ 313(@300wpm)
“It’s like a crazy fantasy,” he murmured before catching himself and giving a self-deprecating laugh. “I mean, sorry. That sounds silly.”
“No, it sounds accurate,” I assured him. “A fantasy I’m sure to revisit in my head for weeks to come.” I winked at him then and leaned in to kiss his reddened lips. They were soft and firm at the same time, and his tongue began to taste familiar, as if the night’s kissing had been enough to imprint his taste on me forever.
He pulled away and shifted us so I was the one under the water. I leaned my head back to get my hair wet for a moment, and when I opened my eyes again, Felix had lowered himself to his knees.
The man was looking up at me as if waiting for permission. Silver water droplets caught in his dark lashes and on his full lips as the tip of his tongue came out to swipe it away. I squeezed my eyes closed for a moment and thanked my lucky stars for not walking away from Felix like my conscience had tried to tell me to do.
“Correction,” I said in a low voice. “This is the fantasy I’ll replay. The sight of you on your knees for me, Felix. Christ.”
His eyes stayed on me while his face nuzzled my cock, the prickle of his stubble rough on my tender skin. I brought my hand up to brush wet strands of hair off his forehead. Felix’s tongue came out and began to lick up and down the length of me, always, always keeping his eyes glued to mine.
It was hot as fuck.
He took the head of my cock into his mouth and began to toy with my foreskin, clamping it gently between his lips and tugging slightly. I groaned and tightened my fingers in his hair.
After a few pulls with his hand around my shaft, he pulled back the skin and teased the tip with his tongue, letting the skin loose again but continuing to roll his tongue inside of it. I thought I was going to lose my fucking mind.
“Fffuck, Felix. Feels so good. Just like that.”
His eyes stayed on me as his hand jacked me firmly and his tongue played along the sensitive head of my cock.
Felix pulled off just long enough to lick his lips and ask, “If I’m doing anything wrong, please tell me.”
His eyebrows were up in concern, and I reached out to smooth the worry lines between them.
“Not possible. Your mouth feels amazing. Keep going.” I tried to steady my breathing, but I couldn’t. It came in gasps and moans as his mouth and hands went to town on my cock. Sure fingers clasped my balls and made my knees shake.
“Not going to last,” I warned through my teeth. My hands had come out to brace against the walls of the shower in case I lost my footing. My legs were shaking so hard, I thought it was a real possibility.
A finger I hadn’t noticed before snaked behind my sac and pressed against my perineum, sending sparks of pleasure all through my groin and warning me of the coming orgasm.
“Baby, shit,” I cried, trying to pull him off. He stayed on his knees, mouth firmly wrapped around my cock as I released into his throat. “Fuck. Oh god.” My hand came down hard on Felix’s shoulder to support myself, and he reached up to hold my wrist.
He never once took his gorgeous eyes off me.
I’d had intense sexual experiences with other people before—men and women—but I’d never before felt something quite like this. It was as if Felix had seen straight into my soul somehow, which was ridiculous because the man didn’t even know who I was. And, hell, I didn’t even know who he was. Not really. A glass professor from Texas. That was it. It wasn’t like we’d exchanged phone numbers or anything.
The thoughts and feelings I had were well and truly inconsistent with a hookup. I’d thought that was all this was.
But then we’d talked. And kissed. And touched.
And now… now I knew it was about more than just sex.
And that was not okay.
Chapter 12
Felix
Waking up to an empty bed was decidedly shitty compared to falling asleep in Lio’s strong arms the night before. I knew before I even opened my eyes he was no longer there. The bedding was cold, and I was curled into a tiny ball in a subconscious effort to conserve heat under the covers.
“Crap,” I mumbled into my pillow. It wasn’t like it was a surprise. Clearly Lio was the type to fuck and duck, but that didn’t make it any less disappointing.
And I was most definitely disappointed. The sex had been out of this world, but the companionship had also been a rare treat. I’d enjoyed talking to him and flirting with him. Would have enjoyed sleeping all night in his arms even more.