Page 77 of Mr. Perfect

“That’s it,” Jude said, feeding more of his big cock inside Felix.

Felix’s nerve endings sang as the stinging discomfort turned into immense pleasure. The more he relaxed, the more dick Jude gave him until he was buried to the hilt.

“I won’t last long,” Jude warned. “Not this first time.”

“I’m right there with you.”

Jude released the headboard to grip Felix’s ass with both hands and spread his cheeks apart. “So fucking sexy. Your greedy ass can’t get enough of me. Just like always.”

Felix knew Jude got off on watching his possession. They’d often fucked in front of mirrors or anything with a reflective surface because it drove Jude crazy. Jude shifted his thighs a little, changing the angle of his penetration. Felix cried out in ecstasy.

“Harder.”

Jude released a guttural groan that resonated in Felix’s soul like one primal beast answering the mating call of another. “You feel so good. I can’t hold back much longer.”

“Then don’t.”

Jude placed both hands on the headboard, then snapped his hips forward with a savage roar, driving deep inside Felix. “I need you.”

“Prove it. Give me everything.”

“Don’t. Want. To. Hurt. You.” Jude punctuated each word with a deep thrust.

“That the best you got?” Felix asked. Never one to back down from a challenge, Jude pegged his prostate masterfully, reducing Felix to a series of grunts and single-word demands like “more” and “again.”

Jude hammered him hard, driving Felix’s dick against the bed. Felix cried out as he came all over the sheets. The headboard creaked beneath Jude’s unrelenting grip as he rode Felix’s ass even harder. Jude roared as his body bucked and jerked while he flooded the condom.

Felix lay shattered against the sheets as Jude panted above him.

“How the hell are we supposed to forgo cuddling after sex like that?” Jude said.

“Who said we can’t snuggle?” Felix said. “We’ll have to do it on your side of the bed because mine is a mess.”

Jude chuckled as he eased his weight off Felix. He slid off the bed and headed to the bathroom to dispose of the condom. Felix carefully sat up when Jude returned with a warm, wet washcloth. Jude kissed him hungrily while he ran the cloth over Felix’s abdomen and pelvis. When he finished, Jude broke their embrace and returned the soiled washcloth to the bathroom.

Once Jude returned to bed, Felix said, “Lie down on your back.” He did, and Felix slid over and lay on his left side next to him.

“I wish I could hold you in my arms.”

Felix wished Jude could too, but it would hurt too much to have Jude’s arms draped across his shoulder blades. “We’ll have to improvise until I heal.” Felix draped his thigh over Jude’s pelvis and an arm over Jude’s chest. Beneath his hand, Felix felt Jude’s heart beating steadily. Fuck, this felt so right. Felix was afraid he’d wake up to find it had all been a vivid dream. If it were, he’d be sure to make it a reality.

Jude turned his head and looked into Felix’s eyes. His expression was sated and sappy. “So, you don’t regret what happened?”

“I only regret it took fourteen damn years for us to get back to where we belong.”

“We’re smarter people now,” Jude said.

“All we need to do is outsmart the Southern mafia and stay alive.”

Jude grinned. “Easy peasy.”

Since his cellular provider didn’t open until ten, Felix and Jude had plenty of time to reacquaint themselves with one another’s bodies the next morning. They carefully shared a joint shower before making breakfast.

“Can I borrow your phone and make a few calls?” Felix asked once they finished eating.

“Of course.”

“I doubt the explosion made news in Atlanta, but I want to talk to Reanna just in case.”