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Felix

The last button of Felix’s breeches popped free.

Thorne’s gaze flicked up. And held. At the first contact of Thorne’s palm on his cock, Felix’s head dropped back, eyes fluttering shut.

A tortured groan rumbled from deep in his chest. Visions of their encounter nearly eight months ago assaulted his mind.

Visions that had planted themselves there, taken root, and become impossible to eradicate.

And this, what was happening right now, was why.

All the man was doing was slowly stroking him, but Felix’s entire body was a stormfront of vibrating sensation.

The man’s touch did something to Felix he couldn’t explain, as though not all touch was created equal.

As though, in this life, there were only certain people who could truly set one aflame. And for Felix, that was Thorne.

Thorne’s free hand closed around Felix’s hip, and Felix’s eyes flew open.

The man gave a rough shove, pushing him around to the right.

Felix stumbled back a step, and some of his simmering lust morphed into ire.

His muscles tightened, ready for another fight.

But then, in a smooth movement, Thorne hopped from his knees to a crouch and unfolded to standing.

Felix’s mouth went slack, want pulsing through his cock.

That may have been the most delicious display of raw physicality he’d ever witnessed.

Thorne stalked toward him, and as soon as he reached Felix, his hand was wrapping back around Felix’s shaft.

But Thorne didn’t stop. He kept pushing Felix backward.

And he went willingly, quite literally being led by his cock.

Until his arse hit the edge of his bed. A predatory grin spread on Thorne’s sharp-jawed face, dark grey eyes gleaming with promise.

A skitter of unease stole over Felix’s skin.

Warning bells clambered in his mind. He wasn’t exactly certain what that promise entailed.

But he was past the point of rational thought.

Thorne dropped to the ground, knees hitting the rug with a thump, bringing Felix’s breeches down with him so they rested mid-thigh.

He continued with his slow, loose strokes.

They were a tease. They weren’t enough. And Thorne was relaxed, sitting back on his heels, like he had all the bloody time in the world.

“Well, are you going to get to it already?” Felix asked, the torment Thorne was causing evident in his strained words. “I’m waiting to see this control you have.”

A dark chuckle rumbled from Thorne. “Oh, Bentley. Can’t you see? I already have you in the palm of my hand.” Thorne’s fist tightened.

Nrrgh. Fuck. The tighter hold combined with the deep rasp of the man’s voice, like he was just as affected touching Felix as Felix was by his touch, had sharp pleasure arcing down Felix’s length.

Then Thorne took Felix completely by surprise. The man went from toying with Felix to swallowing him down in the next breath. A dizzying rush of heat ripped through Felix’s groin, igniting his senses.

“Holy. Shite. Bloody—” His breath hitched as Thorne slid farther down his length, and a moan burst from him.

“Hell,” he added weakly. His hands gripped the bed covers, strangling the fabric.

He needed to hold on to something, because the shock of abrupt heady pleasure had the crucial parts of his legs necessary for standing melting away.

Thorne didn’t go easy on Felix. He didn’t take his time.

He didn’t build up the pleasure. No, those glistening lips stretched around Felix’s cock, worked Felix with the perfect amount of suction, the man’s hand following his mouth as he bobbed up and down on Felix’s length.

Felix couldn’t look away. Mesmerized by the sight of this rough-hewn man tearing him apart bit by bit.

He destroyed Felix with that talented mouth.

Felix’s heart drummed wildly in his chest, breaths surging as his lungs desperately tried to keep up with the torrential pleasure wreaking havoc on his body.

Satisfaction shone up at Felix in those dark irises.

Felix was about to embarrass himself terribly.

Seconds. It had been mere seconds. The pressure coiled, streaking down his cock, the telltale pulsing bliss at the crown of his cock signaling he was going to spend.

Already. Not even a minute of this man’s mouth on him.

His vision blurred, and he squeezed his eyes shut tight, the fire lit in his groin burning up through his body, the pressure so close to pushing him over the edge.

And then Thorne’s mouth and hand were gone.

Felix’s eyes snapped open. His muscles hardened, painfully tight. The rush of pleasure receded, replaced instantly by an excruciating ache piercing through his ballocks so acutely Felix doubled over.

His chest lifted and plummeted raggedly as his gaze locked on Thorne’s, closer now from where he was hovering, bent over the man. Then his attention dipped to the smirk gracing those shiny lips.

“You’re a bloody arse, you know that?”

Thorne had the audacity to laugh. And it was rich and throaty and a tiny bit rough. Like Felix’s cock hitting the back of the man’s throat had made him hoarse. Felix straightened, eyes falling shut for a breath as another shock of painful want sliced through him.

“Everything all right, my lord?”

Yes, there it was. Hoarse, gravelly words, wrecked from Felix’s cock. Felix couldn’t stop the soft whimper from fleeing his lips. Thorne’s lids lowered at the noise. Clearly, the man got off on torture.

“Everything is completely—”

Felix’s words broke off in a choked gasp as Thorne feathered his lips down the side of Felix’s shaft. A pathetic cry echoed through the room. That couldn’t possibly have been him, could it?

On the way back up, Thorne ran his tongue along the underside, tracing the sensitive vein that hid there.

Felix’s entire body flinched as another rush of pleasure raced to the head of his cock.

But instead of Thorne taking Felix in his mouth, his wet lips passed over the crown, and he continued his wicked path back down, where he nuzzled into Felix’s groin. He let out a groan, thick with lust.

Felix’s poor cock was furious, angry-red, and weeping.

Felix was close to weeping himself. Because the man of Felix’s fantasies was on his knees, face buried in the crease of Felix’s hip, groaning with the same want tearing through Felix.

Those strong, rough hands coasted over Felix’s thighs.

Yet, the man wasn’t giving him what he wanted. Needed .

Thorne’s mouth traveled lower, and Felix inhaled sharply when the man mouthed his aching ballocks.

Another infuriating chuckle. Though the rough breath fanning over his oversensitive skin was a sweet sinful relief.

Thorne made his way back up Felix’s shaft and then licked up the mess Felix was making of the head of his cock.

Felix grunted, barely able to hold back his plea for the man to take him out of his misery.

“ Are you aching?” Thorne asked softly in that roughened voice.

“You are well aware I am aching,” Felix gritted out. Damn it, that had come out as a whine.

Thorne hummed. “Perhaps I should address that for you.”

And then the man parted his lips, and Felix’s body went limp as his cock disappeared into Thorne’s mouth. He sank half-way. Came back up, sucking so hard Felix’s eyes rolled back. Sank down again until Felix’s cock hit the back of his throat.

Thorne swallowed. Felix moaned.

Thorne drew back, and Felix’s hips bucked, trying to speed up the movement with his own thrusts. But Thorne’s hands landed on Felix’s hips, securing him unmoving against the bed.

He pulled all the way back, Felix’s cock leaving those lips with a wicked, wet pop .

A pop that Felix felt deep in his ballocks.

His body trembled violently, his spent nerves not able to handle the push and pull of Thorne’s assault.

Felix wanted to come. So bloody badly. But there was nothing he could do about it. A half-sob fled his lips.

A soft crooning noise came from Thorne. “You almost have me feeling bad for you, Bentley. Almost.”

“Thorne, please,” Felix begged. He didn’t care any longer. He didn’t care about self-respect. He didn’t care about being strong. He didn’t care about being rendered helpless by this man. He just wanted to come.

The man let go of Felix’s hip and traced the pad of his thumb over the crown of Felix’s cock. An unintelligible noise burst from Felix, pleasure igniting at the small contact. That small movement, the lust storming in Thorne’s eyes—it was intoxicating. It was unbearable.

“Christ, you’re a pretty fucking sight,” Thorne rasped. “Look at you. At my mercy. Begging. For what only I can give you. The question is…do you deserve it?”

Another whimper left Felix without permission, and he shook his head. The problem was, he didn’t deserve it. He knew Thorne was proving a point. Not one interaction he’d ever had with this man suggested he deserved any sort of kindness from Thorne. Least of all the pleasure he craved.

“I don’t,” he said hoarsely.

Something flashed in Thorne’s eyes. Surprise at Felix’s admission? But the darkness of lust closed over them again, hiding whatever it was.

One of his hands coasted up Felix’s body. Thorne gave a light squeeze on Felix’s throat, and Felix leaned into it like a cat, and—goddamnit—he purred like one, too. He was shameless. Shameless for this man.

“Open,” Thorne commanded.

Felix obeyed immediately and Thorne’s forefinger and middle finger slid into his mouth.

“Suck.”

Felix’s mouth closed around Thorne’s thick fingers, his mouth hollowing over them.

A soft curse flew from Thorne, and he shifted on his knees.

“Get them nice and wet,” came another husky command.

Felix swirled his tongue over them dutifully. Then Thorne pushed down, and Felix gagged. An appreciative hum rumbled from Thorne before his slick fingers slid from Felix’s mouth. And bloody hell, Felix chased after those fingers, his body craving being filled, his mouth stretched.

But he didn’t have long to be upset because Thorne’s lips surrounded Felix’s length, and he was sinking down in a long, wet glide.

His wet fingers found their way behind Felix’s ballocks, sliding over the sensitive area just behind them.

Heat scorched up Felix’s spine, and a strangled moan tore from him.

The chamber filled with Felix’s groans and gasps and the sinful wet sounds of Thorne’s sucking—the symphony of Felix’s deepest fantasies.

But it was so much better. Thorne ruined Felix with short fast sucks that had desire coiling dangerously inside him, ballocks drawing up.

Felix’s impending orgasm barreled forward, right in front of him, along with fear.

Fear that this man was going to back off just before it hit.

But Thorne didn’t back off. His fingers slid back and massaged over Felix’s hole. Felix’s skin went up in flames. And Felix, being the desperate, needy man he currently was, pushed back on Thorne’s fingers. He needed the burn, the promise of pleasure that would follow.

Thorne sank to the root, smooth wet muscles contracting around Felix’s cock.

His groan vibrated around Felix’s length, his finger prodding harder, and Felix let out a breath and relaxed, bore down so that finger could slip past the tight ring of muscles.

And what a fucking reward. Thorne’s finger slid deeper, passed over that blessed spot, and pleasure jolted through Felix like a lightning strike.

The man petted over that spot. Felix’s breath hitched. Pressed harder. Press. Release. Press. Release. A strangled sound ripped from Felix. Relentless.

“Fuck. Fuck, fuck. Ohmyfuck.” Felix’s hands shot to Thorne’s head, delving through soft ebony strands.

He held on for dear life as bliss swallowed him whole.

His hips writhed against Thorne’s hold, desperate to buck and thrust. Ecstasy crashed into him, over him, around him.

His muscles drew impossibly tight, his body vibrating as desire finally, finally consumed him, pumping through him, from him.

His chest heaved, and his hands shook where they still held Thorne clenched to him, even as his limbs began softening as his orgasm receded. He instantly let go, hands falling back to the coverlet as he sank heavily against the bed.

Thorne wiped the back of his wrist over his mouth.

His eyes were darker against his flushed cheeks.

Stark. A glimmering moonstone. Or maybe it was from the tears that had leaked from the corners of his eyes from his efforts.

Without thinking, Felix leaned forward and wiped them away, fingers lingering.

Thorne cocked his head. Studying Felix. Even in the lethargic aftermath of pleasure, apprehension prickled over Felix’s skin.

He couldn’t read the man’s expression. Thorne slowly pushed to his feet, Felix’s hand falling away.

He adjusted himself with one hand, bringing Felix’s attention to where the man was very clearly in need of his own relief.

But before Felix could reach for him, could return the favor, Thorne leaned forward. His lips brushed over the shell of Felix’s ear. “Now you’re no better than the Duke.”

Then he spun on his heel and strode from the room.

And once again the man left Felix with one question ringing through his mind: What the fuck just happened?