I held the plug against my cock. “You like that size difference?”
Felix arched his back a bit more and whimpered. “Please, Bo.”
Music to my ears.
“Don’t worry. I’ll fill you up.”
I set the plug aside and nudged his legs apart. I got close and leaned over Felix, holding the base of my cock with one hand as I pressed into him. He was already relaxed from the toy, but I was thicker and longer, creating enough of a difference that Felix forced his face into the pillow and muffled a loud cry.
“Feel good?” I asked, shoving deeper into his hot body.
“Oh my God!” Felix ground back against me, humping my cock in sheer desperation.
I stretched out across his back, holding myself up on my fists as I began thrusting in and out. “That’s right. You can take it all, can’t you?”
“Yes!” Felix panted. “Harder!”
“You sure?”
“Please—ah! Fuck my ass, talk dirty to me!”
Hearing Felix beg made me shudder all over. I lowered myself down, gripped his hair in one hand to tilt his head to the side, and bit Felix’s neck as I started fucking him hard and fast. He only half muffled another scream, and his hands were everywhere—reaching back to grab my ass, my hair, digging into the blankets and mattress.
“Look at you,” I managed to say. “Taking my dick like a goddamn champ.” I pounded harder, enthralled by the sharp sound of flesh smacking flesh. I got back up on my knees after a moment, letting Felix fuck himself on my cock. I grabbed his asscheeks and pulled them apart to watch my length disappear between them.
“Bo,” Felix moaned, rubbing himself against my pelvic bone on every push backward.
I thrust hard and Felix reared back on his knees. “There we go,” I murmured into his ear after wrapping my arms around his chest. “That’s. The.Spot,” I said, punctuating every word with a thrust.
Felix thrashed in sheer ecstasy. “Oh my God!” he said again. “Yes! More! Please!”
“You wanna come, don’t you?” I reached down and gripped the base of his cock. “Not yet.” I shoved Felix back onto his stomach. “Not until I’m done with your ass.”
Felix went fucking nuts, babbling a string of incoherent words around pants and grunts and half-formed pleas. He was trying to fuck my cock and thrust his own into the mattress at the same time.
The buildup was coming fast, the white-hot fire starting at my toes and spreading to my belly. I grabbed Felix’s hips hard and slammed into him. “Gonna come in your gorgeous ass,” I growled, barely getting the warning out before sweet release hit me like a freight train. I slowed down, milking the sensation for all it was worth.
“Don’t stop!” Felix begged.
I hoisted him up by his hips and reached under to stroke him fast as I kept my cock in him. “Come on, give me something to taste,” I ordered.
Felix sat back on his knees again. He leaned his head against my shoulder as he wrapped a hand around my own to help get him off. His chest heaved, his skin was slick with sweat, and his chest hair was damp when I put my other hand on it. He panted hard and reached an arm around my neck.
I nudged his head to the side and bit Felix’s ear before whispering, “I want to see that cum paint your stomach. I want to see you make a fucking mess on yourself.”
Felix cried out and his orgasm was a symphony of gold. Cum splattered his body and dribbled down our joined hands. His muscles tightened up and gave my cock a final squeeze, making me gasp before I pulled out.
“On your back,” I said, giving Felix a stern push.
He did as instructed, lying against the gray sheets. Light from the bathroom painted his body in warm yellow hues. Felix draped an arm over his eyes as he worked to collect himself. I leaned over him and dragged my tongue along his body, licking the cum from the hair on his chest.
Felix removed his arm and looked up at me when I’d finished. His eyes caught the light and looked shiny. “I think I’m falling in love with you.”
I pressed my forehead to his, and Felix ran his fingers along my shoulders and upper arms. “Me too, darling.”
DESPITE HARDLYbeing a fan of mornings himself, Felix was already showered, dressed, and in the kitchen by the time I staggered downstairs, combing my wet hair with my fingers. He stood at the island, reading a newspaper folded on the countertop while nursing a cup of coffee.
“Oh thank Christ,” I muttered.
