Page 58 of Habibi: Always and Forever

A PRIVATE PROPOSAL

CORMAC

“T his is too fucking cool.” Felix stared around the box office suite I’d rented at the Wells Fargo Center, none the wiser that this whole setup had to do with him—with us. The Flyers were playing tonight, and I’d told him my family wanted to do this specially for an anniversary celebration.

He’d seemed to have bought my story, at least for now.

“Do we have some decorating to do?” he asked, glancing around us. His thick, dark hair was styled, his button-down and slacks looking hot on him and so different from my jeans and Henley combo. “Why are we the first ones here?”

“Because I’m perennially early for everything but also because Mom and Dad asked me to come ahead of time to handle get the suite situated.

” The lie rolled off my tongue, a little halting, and a sweat broke on the back of my neck.

The little box in my pocket had tripled in weight over the drive here.

“What needs to be situated?” Felix asked as he scanned the area. “No one’s up here. I don’t even see the staff.”

More sweat. Oof. I’d known Felix was the one for me the first day I’d met him, and we’d been together for a little over a year, but taking this next step…I couldn’t help the nerves.

I shrugged, attempting nonchalance. “Not sure, but we’re here now. Job done, I guess.”

Felix turned toward me, a wicked—familiar—glint in his eyes. “Oh, so we’re all alone?”

I arched a brow. “Not here, Fee. Anyone could walk in at any point.”

He chewed on his lower lip, passing me a heated, feverish look, one I loved. “When is your family arriving?”

That time I knew incredibly well, because I’d set this up and asked them to be here.

I had T-minus thirty minutes before the Brannon bandwagon showed, and if I didn’t pop the question fast, then I’d have to do the deed in front of my family, who’d be loud and noisy as shit the whole time.

I loved them, but out of all my siblings, I valued privacy the most.

Except when it came to getting down and dirty with Felix. Public places were such a turn-on, and fuck, my toppy boyfriend had an exhibitionist streak a mile wide.

“Come on,” he cajoled, then leaned in and nipped at my neck. A shiver ran down my spine. “It’ll be like old times.”

Heat flared through me at the memory of fucking in one of the bathrooms at the Wells Fargo Center, before we were even officially dating.

Back when I believed I’d never get the chance to keep him for real.

And in the short year we’d been together, he’d slotted into my life like he’d always been there. Like I always wanted him to be. I heaved out a sigh and checked my watch. I was weak for this, for him , like I’d always been.

“There’s a private bathroom on the other side of the box,” I muttered.

Already, my proposal plan was getting derailed, and yet familiar desire scorched through me.

Felix didn’t even hesitate, striding forward, his gorgeous ass on clear display with the flex of his movements.

My cock took notice at once, and I followed him on reflex alone.

As much as he had impulsive ideas that pushed me out of my comfort zone, I loved that.

He’d electrified my life like no one else.

My heart thumped hard as Felix cracked the door open to the private bathroom. The space wasn’t huge, and we needed to move fast due to the oncoming family arrival, but we could make it work. I’d memorized Felix’s body in the year we were together, and he could play mine like a favorite melody.

I dragged the door shut behind me, and Felix leaned against the wall, toying with the button on his slacks.

Like that, he was pure sin, his skin like amber in the light, his dark eyes fringed by thick lashes.

With his sharp nose, his clever mouth, and his lithe body, I’d been a goner from the start.

And the massive dick print pressing against his black slacks made me salivate.

His thick length had split me open every which way over the past year, and I craved it something fierce. We switched it up on occasion, but most of the time, we liked what we liked with each other, and Felix had a bossy streak that couldn’t be denied.

“Okay, babe,” he said, the twinkle in his eye that I loved so much. “Ditch the pants and pull out your cock. We’ve got limited time, right? So, quick and filthy frot it is.”

I shook my head, even as a grin appeared on my face. Fuck, I loved his dirty talk.

“Fuck yeah,” I said, shunting my pants and boxer briefs down and kicking them off.

This proposal was quickly going off the rails, but I couldn’t stop the train now that it chugged in motion.

When I straightened up, Felix had somehow already dropped his slacks, his legs bare, and his thick, long cock jutted out.

He closed the mere inches between us, so my ass pressed into the cool side of the sink, and then he lined up his length with mine before wrapping a hand around them.

His cock felt like smooth against mine, hot and gushing with pre-cum at the tip. I smoothed some over with my thumb and dragged it down along the shaft, and then Felix gave an exploratory pump. He chewed on his lower lip, then let go of our cocks to offer up his palm. “Spit for me.”

I spat into his hand, a little thrill shooting up my spine.

My adrenaline always sparked when we collided like this, the slight hint of danger, of discovery, turning me on.

He brought his spit-slicked palm around our cocks again, and goddamn, the glide felt so good.

The first pump sent a sinful shudder through me, and I reached around to squeeze Felix’s ass, those firm globes so hot it blew my mind.

“Damn,” Felix swore, glancing up to me. “I love the silk of our cocks together. You’re so fucking sexy, Cor. You’re all big muscles, looming over me, but you melt so sweetly.”

Heat rushed through, fast enough it was a little dizzying.

“You’re going to gush all over our cocks, aren’t you,” he said, shuttling his hand along our lengths faster.

“Just make a big mess so I can get off to the hot, slick feel of your cum.” The pleasure rushed through me in bursts, with every pass, and I luxuriated in the smoothness of his palms. In the skillful way he handled us together.

His velvet cock sliding against mine consumed my attention, and even with the edge of the sink biting into my ass, my focus plastered on the pretty-as-fuck picture of our cocks together and his gorgeous fingers shlicking up and down them.

He knew how to fuck me perfectly, and Felix loved nothing better than to turn me to mush, whether it was eating my ass until I sobbed or pegging my prostate until my legs shook.

Even though his hands were slender, he managed our lengths so damn well, and the glide of his against mine sent shiver after shiver through me.

His cock was a few inches longer, he was thicker too, and I loved to see them together like this.

I tipped my head against his, the slight touch of skin to skin sending sparks through me, and my chest squeezed tight.

The casual intimacy here was everything I’d always craved with a partner, and I’d found it in him.

“Damn, babe,” Felix swore. “I’m gonna explode. You feel so damn good against my cock.”

A whimper escaped me before I bit down on my lip, realizing we were in the box office where anyone could overhear. A dizzying rush of lust burst through me from the exposed location, and I squeezed Felix’s ass again, loving the fast breaths coming from him.

Sweat prickled on my neck, a telltale sign I was close, and I kept biting my lower lip to restrain the moans that wanted to escape.

Pre-cum gushed from my cock, but Felix snagged it with each stroke, adding to the glide as our cocks slid together.

We rocked back and forth with the motion of his hand, and I soaked in the slow roll of pleasure as it filtered through with every pass, growing sharper and more intense.

“Come on,” Felix teased, a wicked note in his tone. “If you don’t explode quick, your family and friends will all hear your pretty moans.”

My cheeks heated, the slight edge of discovery getting me even closer.

My breaths quickened, and his pace matched as he jerked us faster and faster.

With our foreheads pressed together, our cocks sliding against each other, the effortless energy flowing between us, the closeness I felt for him was unparalleled.

The emotions swelled there, a gravity between us that seemed inevitable.

He was my partner—and I needed him to be my husband.

“Marry me,” I blurted out, right as the tension stretched to a peak.

My balls drew up, and my orgasm barreled in.

Cum shot from me, rope after rope of it, gushing all over his hands, our cocks, and he kept shuttling them in his fist. Bliss rushed through me fast and fierce, and I coasted on those sensations, floating along with them.

The smooth glide of my cum slicking the way extended out the pleasure of my release, even though my erection started to flag, oversensitive.

The tendons of Felix’s neck were taut, and his breaths came out ragged.

A second later, he let out a low groan, and his cum gushed across our cocks, mingling with mine.

“Fuck,” Felix swore. Our foreheads still pressed together, sweaty now, and our shattered breaths mingled as we both recovered from the punch of our orgasms. The hum of the air-conditioning kicked on in the bathroom, but the hush that had fallen in the wake of our chaos was a pristine place I wasn’t ready to leave yet.

Then the reminder of what I’d said a few seconds ago slammed in.