Page 76 of Mr. Perfect

Felix handed the phone to Jude, who disconnected the call and set it on the nightstand. Jude reached over to turn the light off, but Felix gripped his bicep to stop him.

“Leave it on. I remember how much you love seeing your dick moving in and out me.”

Jude’s mouth fell open on a soft gasp, and a deep pink blush stained his cheeks. Felix slowly spread his legs wide beneath the covers, and Jude broke their eye contact to watch the action.

“Are you sure you want this?” Jude asked.

God, yes.“I’m sure I wantus,” Felix replied. Old insecurities and doubts clawed their way to the surface like skeletal hands reaching up out of a grave. Felix’s fear of never being good enough was the rotting skin clinging to the brittle bones of his past. “Do you?”

“So goddamn much.” Jude’s voice shook with emotion. “If we do this, I will not let you push me away again. I will follow you to the ends of the earth if that’s what it takes. I won’t stop fighting for us.”

Felix pushed up on his elbows and leaned toward Jude, answering him with a kiss. The angle prevented a deep exchange, but the men tangled and twisted their tongues together as best they could.

“Fuck, yes,” Felix said. “I need you more than air.”

Jude’s lips quirked up. “It’s a good thing I’m not making you choose.”

“Funny guy.” Felix crooked his finger. “Come over here.”

Jude obliged and began kissing a trail on the back of Felix’s neck, around his wounds, down his spine until he reached the top of Felix’s ass. Jude shoved the blankets down before repositioning his body to lie on his stomach between Felix’s legs. He resumed kissing, starting with Felix’s right cheek before moving to the left. Afterward, he spread Felix’s ass apart and went to work on his puckered entrance. Jude licked and sucked the sensitive flesh, then took his time working his tongue inside the ring of muscles. Felix moaned and pushed his ass up higher, seeking more friction.

Jude snaked a hand beneath him to grip his shaft. “Remember that possession is nine-tenths of the law. This bad boy is all mine now.”

“You’re calling dibs on my cock during sex?” Felix asked.

Inside, he was thrilled to his core by Jude’s show of possessiveness. This man had been the only one to willingly lay claim to Felix and mean it. The law hadn’t required Jude to as it did with a parent, and fate hadn’t forced his hand. Jude had wanted and chosen Felix—then and now.

I am enough.

Jude sank his teeth in Felix’s ass while stroking his shaft.

“Fuck,” Felix moaned.

Jude circled his pucker with the tip of his tongue before speaking again. “So, I’m asking you again. Are you sure you want this?”

Felix’s entire body trembled with need, but nothing quaked as hard as his heart. “Yes.”

Jude slid his hand lower to massage Felix’s balls and sank his teeth into the back of Felix’s thighs.

“That’s right,” Felix moaned. “Mark me.”

Jude chuckled. “Like you did to me the other night before I had to go on air?”

“Not my fault you didn’t spend enough time in the makeup chair.” Felix sounded needy and greedy. “Want you inside me.”

Jude released him long enough to retrieve supplies from the nightstand drawer. Knowing what was about to happen had Felix’s hips moving on their own volition, rubbing the head of his dick against Jude’s super-soft sheets. Felix’s eyes rolled back, and he let out a long groan.

Jude smacked his right ass cheek. “Not yet.”

Felix started to protest, but it died a sudden death when Jude pressed a lubed finger against his pucker. “I’ll be good.”

“I’ll believe it when I see it.”

Jude worked one slick finger inside Felix until he relaxed enough to accept a second, then a third. Jude had reduced Felix to gibberish by the time he deemed Felix’s ass sufficiently stretched. Jude rolled on the condom and smeared more lube down his steely length before straddling the outside of Felix’s hips and thighs. He leaned forward, placing one hand on the headboard to support his weight and keep him from falling onto Felix’s ravaged back.

Pressing the tip of his cock to Felix’s quivering hole, Jude said, “We’re taking this slow.” He guided the engorged head inside Felix, stretching him what seemed impossibly wide. “Relax for me, baby. Let me in,” Jude urged. “You were made for me.”

Felix breathed through the initial sting because he knew what would come next.