Page 37 of After Felix (Close Proximity #3)
He throws his head back and gives a bellow of laughter that fills the room and probably rolls out over half of the Grand Canal. He takes a deep breath and smiles at me. It’s so tender and warm that it makes my belly hurt.
“Indulge an old man, Felix.”
“You’re not on your deathbed yet,” I say dubiously. Then I sigh and flop onto my back. “Oh, go on, then.”
“So obliging,” he says, still giving me that tender smile as he starts to roll a condom on one-handed. He pauses and huffs as he fumbles it, and I knock his hand away, finishing the job with expert fingers. He inhales sharply at the feel of my hand on him.
I spread my legs, and then hesitate. “How do you want me?”
“Any way I can possibly have you, Felix,” he says gently. “But we’ll start with this way.”
He wets his fingers with lube and traces them over my hole.
I groan and open my legs wider. “Get on with it,” I mutter, and he smiles as he gently slides one finger in.
And that’s the way he preps me. Gently, thoroughly, and with a rough tenderness that is totally alien to the way he behaved back in the day.
Finally, he tilts my arse up and notches his cock. I choke out a groan as he starts to push in. He feels so big.
He pauses immediately. “Alright, darling?”
“Don’t call me that,” I scold and then lose the power of speech as he enters me in one long, continuous movement, stopping only when he’s fully rooted.
“Oh God, that’s so good. Keep going,” I say, my voice hoarse and broken.
“If the room fell in, I wouldn’t stop,” he promises me. “Alright?” he asks.
I nod, clasping him to me tightly and winding my legs around his narrow waist.
He starts to move with long, smooth thrusts that hit my sweet spot and send sparks flashing behind my eyes. His body is long and hot against mine, his chest hair abrading my nipples deliciously and his hard stomach rubbing against my cock.
“Oh God, this is a genius position,” I gasp.
He chuckles. Then he kisses me and the pleasure ramps up even more.
Back in the day, we didn’t really kiss much during sex.
I was usually on my knees or up against a wall or face down on the carpet.
It was fantastic sex. The best I thought I’d ever had, but we were obviously missing something because this is epic.
And tender, I realise with a sudden shock.
Every move he’s making is tender, with some unspoken feeling behind it.
It’s in the way he touches my body as he fucks me, trailing long fingers over my chest and rubbing my nipples, moving the same hand down to cup my bum and draw me closer so that I’m surrounded by his body and his scent.
His kisses are sweet and hot, and all the time he’s kissing me, he’s still fucking me with that wonderful cock.
I close my eyes, unable to keep them open under this onslaught of passion. It’s never been like this before.
Max’s thrusts speed up, and he groans. “Shit, I’m close.”
“Come in me,” I whisper, drawing his mouth back to mine greedily.
I want more of these kisses. He gives two or three thrusts and then stills and groans long and low.
It raises the hairs on the back of my neck as I feel the warmth from him filling the condom.
He rides out his climax with short stabs of his hips, groaning into my mouth, and I pant out a protest when he pulls out.
“No, don’t, Max. I need to come so badly. Please.”
“Like this, love,” he says. He bends and takes my dick into his mouth, sucking hard while pushing two fingers gently into my hole, and it’s the spur I need.
I arch my back and shout as I start to come.
He takes the first spurt into his mouth, swallowing it down, but then pulls off and jerks me, bending so the last spurt lands on one of his cheekbones, before sucking me back into his mouth and suckling gently to ease me down.
He slides up the bed in one fierce movement, rolling me into his arms and sharing a kiss that tastes of my come.
We kiss hungrily for a long while, until he pulls back and tugs me into a hug that’s almost painfully tight.
For once, my smart mouth can’t do its job, and I just lie there, inhaling the scent of sandalwood and feeling like I’ve finally come home.
My eyes flutter closed, and I’m dimly aware of Max muttering something into the skin of my neck, the words low and tender, before he draws the covers over us and pulls me back into his arms. Sleep pulls me under.
I come awake slowly the next morning, sunlight dancing across my closed eyelids and an intense warmth blanketing my back. I luxuriate in it. I’m always so cold. Memories of last night slowly flood my mind, and I realise why I’m so wonderfully relaxed and delightfully sore.
The body behind me stirs and stretches, and then Max says, “hmm” in a very satisfied way, and the arm around my waist tightens, and his hand starts to slide down my belly towards where my cock is waiting, stiff and ready like it always is with him.
“Oh my God ,” I say loudly. I scuttle up the mattress to sit with the covers dragged around me, leaving Max beautifully nude on the gold-coloured sheet.
For a long second, we stare at each other. “Well,” he finally says. “If I was hogging the covers, Felix, you should have just said so. No need to take my nose out in the process.”
I notice the red mark on his long nose where my elbow made contact in my haste to put some space between us. “Sorry,” I mutter. “Didn’t mean to do that.”
“Really?” he asks with lively interest. He rolls to his side and rests his head on his good hand. His cast is a brilliant white in the winter sunshine. “That’s a relief. It’s never a good sign if your bed partner decides to maim you.”
“With your personality, it surely can’t be a new experience,” I mutter.
I try to avoid looking at all the goodies on display, but it’s been a long time and all his best bits are right in front of me, so I find myself staring.
He stretches in a luxurious fashion, and my eyes narrow. “Stop… Stop preening ,” I snap.
He grins. “I’m just so… mmm. Stiff. ”
I make a strangled sound because his cock is hard and pointing towards his belly button, all those delicious inches of blushing goodness. “That’s your age,” I snap. “Muscles get strained.”
“Especially when they’ve had such an active night,” he says, winking at me. “Still, I must make the best of every single day.”
I shake my head. “We need to talk about this,” I say, which is ironic because I haven’t the slightest fucking clue what I actually want to say.
Nor the slightest clue what I actually feel , to be honest. Part of me is aghast that I gave in after all this time.
That I abandoned all my principles for a night in the sack with my ex.
The rest of me is cheering and demanding an encore.
And meanwhile, the whole of me is buzzing with life. Like I’ve been asleep for a century and just awakened. No fairy tales , I remind myself harshly.
“This can’t happen again,” I start to say. “I?—”
“No time for that,” he interrupts, giving me a very innocent smile as he rolls out of bed. “We’ve got to get ready for the conference. Order some breakfast for us, and I’ll take the first shower.”
So, he doesn’t want to shower with me? I shake away the thought impatiently. “But we should talk.”
“I’m sure we will,” he says airily. “I know how you do love to talk, darling.”
I tear my eyes away from his naked buttocks because I’m pretty sure he’s flexing them deliberately. “We will talk,” I shout after him. “And don’t call me darling.”
His warm chuckle makes my eyes narrow. “I’m going to order the most expensive breakfast on the menu,” I say loudly. “And I’m definitely taking the dressing gown.”
And of course, we don’t talk. Max keeps breakfast light, making me laugh against my will and stealing kisses flavoured with the homemade apricot jam. Then it’s a whirl of activity as we dress.
I put on my suit from the Orient Express—an experience that already seems like years ago—and Max wears a Tom Ford three-piece grey suit, opting to carry the jacket as he can’t get it on over his cast. He was born to wear something like that. Or nothing at all .
“You alright?” Max asks, interrupting my ogling of him as I fasten his red tie for him.
“Yes, why?”
He grins. “Just that there’s this little bit of drool here.” He reaches out and pretends to wipe my mouth before sauntering away. I follow him out of the door, staring at his back in a very threatening manner that, unfortunately, he can’t see.