Page 104 of Felix

Curious, I do as he asks. Emil moves with me, not letting my cock leave his ass. As I sit back, he settles in my lap, his knees braced wide outside of mine.

“Hold on to me,” he instructs.

I wrap my arms around his chest, and Emil starts to ride my dick.

I groan, fingers flexing against his skin. “Fuck, Specs.”

His movements are shallow, the position not allowing him more leverage, but when I brace my own hand behind me and punch up on his next downward pass, the both of us moan. We get a rhythm going quickly, the sight of Emil’s ass working my dick sexy as all get-out. I keep one hand over Emil’s heart as he starts babbling, but when he loses purchase, his sounds becoming more frantic, I slide my palm down to his stomach.

“Can I?” I ask.

He nods his head quickly. “Yes, yes, please. Need it.”

I ease forward, and Emil moves onto his hands and knees again, the motion separating us. He understands what I want when I give his side a gentle shove. As soon as he rolls onto his back, I press back inside his body. Emil’s groan mirrors my own, his legs embracing me like a lover as I start to move.

“So good,” Emil mumbles, taking my thrusts with relish, his body shifting with mine as if trying to pull me deeper. “Like air,” he practically breathes, not for the first time.

“What?”

He makes a small sound and reaches for me. “Kiss me. Kiss me, kiss me.”

I do. Of course I do.

Emil’s lips are soft, but he clings to me with urgency, his cock rubbing against my abs, his body warm beneath my own. He feels familiar. Every inch of him feels familiar to me, even though I’m sure I could spend the rest of my life exploring, finding more and more to learn about this man.

When Emil comes, I’m not expecting it. One moment, our lips are fused together, our bodies rolling like two functioning parts of the same whole. And the next, he’s inhaling a shaky breath, and his cum is coating my stomach. My grip on him tightens, my mouth breaking from his as the squeeze of his ass pulls me over the edge faster than I thought possible. I cry out as I unload inside his body. For once, there’s no barrier between us, and my cum coats the both of us, making the glide silky smooth as I pump another few times.

“Oh, fuck,” I stutter out, doing it again, pumping shallowly. “Oh God.”

Emil’s fingers dance through my hair, gently tugging the strands. “You like that,” he says, squeezing around me.

I groan, dropping my face to Emil’s neck. He laughs, hands drifting down to my ass. He digs in, heels and fingers both, making sure there’s no space between us.

“Do it again,” he demands.

Helpless to disobey, I fuck my cum into his body, my dick not yet soft. “Okay?” I ask, not wanting to keep going if he’s oversensitive.

“Mhm,” he says. “Feels good. Again.”

I curse against his skin and pull out further. The glide of my cock inside his ass is effortless, and knowing it’s my cum making him so wet has me wanting to take up camp.

How many times could I fill him? How much could he take?

“Fuck, Christian,” Emil breathes. “Are you getting hard again?”

“Is it too much?” I ask, lifting my head.

“Don’t you dare stop,” Emil says, his back arching.

I groan, bending down to latch on to his nipple. His cock twitches against my stomach.

“Don’t stop,” he mutters again, voice nearly lost. “Don’t ever stop.”

Not ever.

The address Noel texts me to meet him at isn’t his own. “I see things are going well,” I say when he opens Max’s door.

He grins sheepishly. “Guess you could say that. Come on in. Max is at the bar.”

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