He caught my face with his palm, big hand spanning cheek and jaw, and made me look right at him.
“I want you here,” he rumbled. “You understand that?”
I nodded, but it wasn’t enough. He squeezed my jaw, not mean, just so I’d focus.
“I want you, Clayton. All of you.”
My heart nearly stopped. I swallowed, throat gone tight. The need in his voice was real. It wasn’t a joke, wasn’t a pity fuck, wasn’t anything except true.
I shuddered. “Yes, sir.”
He pulled me in for a kiss, and I just sank. His beard scraped my jaw, hot and rough, and his tongue pressed into my mouth, insistent. I let him take over. I wanted him to. It was easy, dropping into that space, letting him steer. He knew exactly what he was doing.
He pushed me flat on my back, bracing over me, all heat and weight and strength. I wanted to curl up, but he spread my thighs and slid a hand up, past my knee, right to the soft skin at the inside. I was shaking, my cock leaking onto my own skin, but I didn’t care. I’d do anything for him. Anything.
His mouth drifted to my neck. He sucked hard, not cruel, just enough to leave a mark. His teeth grazed the line where my jaw met my ear, and I shuddered, helpless, almost whining. He laughed softly, the vibration curling through my whole body.
He kissed down, slowly, and palmed both my wrists in one hand, pinning them above my head like it was nothing. I didn’t fight him. I wanted it. Needed it so bad my eyes went blurry.
“Breathe,” Felix murmured.
I did, but it came out shaky, almost a sob.
He nipped at my collarbone, tongue hot against my skin. His other hand drifted down, slow, thumb skimming my ribs, then lower, tracing every scar and hollow like he wanted to memorize exactly what I was made of. I felt…wanted. Not tolerated. Not some leftover. I arched up to him, desperate.
He pressed his knee between mine and spread my thighs, pinning me wide. I could feel how hard he was, cock hot and heavy against my thigh, and I nearly lost it right there.
“Color?”
The word shot through me. “Green, sir.”
He hummed, pleased. I’d never made anyone happy with just a word before. He bent and licked a stripe down my chest, teasing my nipple with his teeth, and I jerked, gasping.
“So sensitive,” he said, almost to himself. “Perfect.”
He kept my wrists locked tight, but his grip never hurt. His hand drifted down, palming my cock, squeezing just once. I made a noise I’d never heard in my own throat before. He moved slowly, torturing me with the drag of his fist.
God, I couldn’t even think. “Please, sir. Please, I need you, I…please.”
He let the words hang, savoring every one. His hand was slick, working my cock slow and steady, thumb teasing the head, never enough but so good I could barely hold on.
“You want to come?” The words were rough, hungry.
“Yes, sir. Please. Please.”
“You will. But not yet.”
He let go of my cock, just to hear me whine, and shifted down the bed, dragging me to the edge. He knelt, big hands forcing my thighs wider. I felt exposed, every inch of me on display, and it made my face burn. But I wanted him to look. Needed it.
He sucked me down, no warning, just heat and pressure and that ginger beard scraping my belly. I nearly screamed. He worked my cock like he planned to ruin me, deep and perfect, every flick of his tongue making me shake even harder. I couldn’t do anything but lie there and take it.
He pulled back, just enough to let me breathe. “Hands stay where they are,” he warned.
“Yes, sir.” I almost sobbed it.
He grinned, then went back down, sucking, licking, taking me right to the edge and stopping. He did it again. And again. I was shaking so hard my teeth rattled.
“You can come when I say,” Felix said, voice like velvet and knives. “Not before.” I gripped the sheet and held on for dear life. My whole body shook with it. He licked at the head of my cock, teasing, savoring, taking his time like he had all the time in the world, and I just had to lie there and take it.
