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Sweat dripped down my face, my muscles burning, but I was so fucking close. I could feel my orgasm building, and I chased it relentlessly.

“Shit. I’m close,” I groaned, riding back on his cock. I took one hand off the bed, reaching for my dick. I knew it wouldn’t take much to make me explode.

“That’s it,” Félix moaned, his grip on my hips tightening again, slowing my movements but replacing them with his own. He reached around, batting my fingers away and grasping my cock tightly, running his finger over the leaking head to smear precum over his hand. He began jacking me hard, at the same pace he fucked me. It was exactly what I’d needed.

“Fuck, Félix. I’m gonna come,” I moaned. “Fuck. Fuck, Félix!” My orgasm ripped through me as my cock painted the expensive sheets with streaks of cum, leaving me panting and whining as I rode out the high of pleasure.

“That’s it. Fucking come on my dick,” he gasped, not slowing as he chased his own release. The room was filled with the sound of skin on skin and deep moans. My body still felt like a livewire, but I needed him to come. I squeezed my ass around him, pulling him deep inside me.

“Shit,” he groaned. “I’m gonna—” Félix came with a grunt, his cock pulsing inside me as he emptied into the condom.

We collapsed onto the bed, both of us panting.

That had been some of the best sex I’d ever had, top five at least if not top three, and it been with some random guy that I’d picked up in a hotel bar. I wasn’t even sure if Félix was his real name.

My body still thrummed with the last vestiges of my orgasm, leaving me feeling bone tired and relaxed. I wanted to fall asleep, but there was a gnawing realisation in my mind that I needed to get dressed and head back to the wedding. Hopefully I hadn’t been gone too long, and hopefully nobody had noticed I was missing.

“Told you you’d scream my name,” Félix said from beside me, a smug smile on his face that was softened by the laughter dancing in his eyes. There was a pull in my chest, tempting me to stay in bed with him just to see what else I could do to this beautiful man. But duty called.

I chuckled, rolling my eyes. “Yeah, yeah. You win. If there was a next time, it would definitely be you screaming mine.” I sat up, my whole body grumbling at me for forcing it to move. I looked around the room, trying to work out where the hell my clothes were.

“Well, I’ll be here all night if you want another round.” Félix put his hands behind his head and stretched. I had to tear my eyes away, otherwise I was going to spend another hour staring at his body, and then someone was definitely going to notice I was missing.

“I’ll think about it,” I said non-committally. I pulled on my underwear and suit trousers, looking around for my shirt. As much as I wanted to think about coming back later, I knew I wasn’t going to. Especially because I was probably going to spend the next few hours making sure all of Ali’s aunties got taxis home or got to their hotel rooms. And I had training tomorrow because apparently a wedding wasn’t a good enough reason for Trossero to let us off.

“Have fun at the wedding,” Félix added, as I grabbed my shirt, stuffing the tie into the pocket of my jacket because I couldn’t be bothered to put it back on.

“I will,” I said, adjusting the last of my clothes. “Thanks for the fuck.”

“My pleasure.”

Félix’s words echoed in my ears as I made my way back to the lift and down to the ground floor, double-checking my appearance in the mirrored walls. He really had been a great lay, probably the best I’d ever had.

Too bad I’d never see him again.

Chapter Three

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Félix

Of all the cities I visited on my travels, London was one of my favourites.

I couldn’t put my finger on why, but I always enjoyed my time there. Maybe it was because London was such a vibrant melting pot of history and culture, or the fact it was such a lively city and there was always something to do, or maybe it was because it had so many different faces.

Or maybe it was because London was always full of cute, eager guys. That probably had something to do with it.

My taxi wound its way through the narrow centre of the city out into the lush, sweeping suburbs south of the river where wide houses were set back from the road behind of manicured lawns. I took a deep breath and tried to will away my tiredness. Jet lag never seemed to get any easier, no matter how much I travelled, but it probably hadn’t been helped by the fact that I’d stayed up far too late last night.

My mind kept drifting back to the sexy boy I’d hooked up with. Jordan. He’d been so cute and determined to get what he wanted, and it had been so much fun to take him apart. I’d hoped he’d come back for another round, but he hadn’t. I’d been almost disappointed, and in the end, I hadn’t fallen asleep until nearly four in the morning.

Still, it wasn’t like I was going to see him again. I’d never been one for relationships, and I’d discovered that life was more fun that way. After all, why wait around for one man when you could have a different one every night?

My eyes throbbed, and I sighed, trying to will away my rising nausea. It hadn’t helped that by the time I’d woken up it had been too late for breakfast at the hotel, but I hadn’t fancied leaving to try to find something. I hadn’t eaten anything since my meal on the plane yesterday, and that was pushing sixteen hours ago at least.

I spent the rest of the journey remembering the way the sweat had glistened off Jordan’s rich brown skin, the feel of his firm muscles underneath my fingers, and the way his ass had squeezed my cock, milking it so deliciously. I knew he’d wanted to make me scream his name, and I hadn’t wanted to admit he’d been far closer to achieving that goal than I’d let on. He’d known how to work a dick.

Shifting in my seat, I ignored the way my cock hardened in my jeans. It would have to wait until later. First, I had to deal with my brother. I could do without being lectured today.

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