Felix and the Prince (Forever Wilde 2)

As he continued to run his fingers lightly over my wet skin and kiss along my throat, I wondered if I’d even make it to any actual fucking or if I’d blow it right there by the front door in my towel.

“And what if I said you were in luck?” he asked, pulling back to gaze at me. “I brought a condom.”

My stomach dropped to the floor, and before I knew it, I’d dropped the towel as well and hot-footed it to my bedroom. I heard the sounds of Lio’s laughter echoing behind me. I lunged onto the bed and turned around to lie on my back, knees folded toward my shoulders in the sluttiest offering I could think of.

I had no idea what had gotten into me, but I wanted Lio to fuck me so badly, I wasn’t at all willing to pretend otherwise.

When he stepped into the room and saw me like that, his eyes widened and pupils darkened. “Christ, Felix. Look at you.”

“Please,” I whispered. “Don’t make me beg.”

I was completely bared to him—as vulnerable as I could possibly be—while he remained fully clothed and standing.

Lio pulled off his shirt and approached the foot of the bed slowly—slow enough to make me reconsider my position. I let go of my knees, but before I could put my feet on the mattress, Lio stopped me with a command.

“No. Put them back. I want to see you.”

I closed my eyes and arched my head back in anticipation, his deep, commanding voice like a tight, slick hand to my cock.

Suddenly, I felt his grip on my hips as he hauled my ass close to the end of the bed. His hot, wet mouth descended on me, and I felt his tongue hit my hole with even more aggression than the day before.

I cried out in relief and pleasure as his teeth gently nipped and his tongue sucked. My nerves were lit up like a Christmas tree, and the sparks traveled through my entire groin. My cock leaked all over my stomach, and my balls felt heavy. I wondered if it was all going to be over before Lio was even naked.

“Don’t come,” he warned, pulling back just enough to make eye contact with me.

“But I—”

“Felix, baby, please don’t come yet,” he said in a more gentle, pleading tone. I felt my stomach flip at the endearment and couldn’t take my eyes off his. Something seemed to pass between us then, and I wondered at it until I felt the slick coolness of a finger enter me.

“Oh god,” I whimpered. “Please. Please, Lio.”

His finger began moving in and out of me until he added a second. “Love it when you beg me.”

“Now. I’m ready,” I pleaded.

“No, you’re not.”

“I am. I promise.”

“Baby, I don’t want to hurt you.”

My eyes rolled back in my head, and I stopped breathing for a moment while his fingers danced along my prostate like a motherfucking pro.

I wasn’t going to last. I would embarrass myself in front of him, and he’d think of me as even more of an inexperienced idiot than he probably already did. I tried to think of complex chemical formulas to stave off my orgasm.

“Formers, fluxes, and stabilizers,” I murmured. “Silica, soda, lime…”

“Felix, look at me.”

I opened my eyes to see Lio propped above me, grinning from ear to ear. I could feel the fat head of his cock pushing against my hole. Thank god. It was time for the really good part.

“Welcome back,” he teased. “You ready?”

“Uh-huh,” I said with an overly enthusiastic nod.

Lio’s warm palm came up to smooth over my jaw in a gentle touch. “You’re so beautiful, Felix,” he murmured. I felt my eyes widen at the compliment and wondered if he had any idea what his words did to my heart.

I turned and pressed a kiss into his palm before tilting my pelvis toward him in invitation. As his cock began to stretch me out, I winced and focused on relaxing. I hadn’t been telling the truth earlier, obviously. Of course I wasn’t ready. I hadn’t had anal sex in ages. I’d probably revirginated in the time since I’d last had it.

The burn and stretch reminded me of just how long it had been, but I tried to keep it from showing on my face. I must have done a terrible job because I saw Lio’s face crinkle into worry.

“Baby, talk to me. Are you hurting?”

“It’s okay, just been a while. Keep going.”

He slowed down his movements and pulled back before pressing slowly forward again. This time he went at a snail’s pace, which was both good and bad. Good in that it gave my body time to accommodate him, but bad because, despite what my ass wanted, my libido wanted a pounding. I wanted Lio to fuck me into the floor.