Page 139 of Enemies with an Earl
He crawled up, pressing a kiss to Sam’s ankle, to his thick calf muscle, which immediately flexed tight beneath his lips. He dusted his lips over the inside of Sam’s thigh, and a small thrill shot through him when Sam was the one to shiver.
And then he reached what he’d been waiting for. He gently mouthed Sam’s ballocks, a bolt of lust arcing through him at every strangled grunt that left the man currently at his mercy. His eyes fluttered shut, and he breathed in the very essence of Sam. Felix’s body vibrated with barely leashed need, with heady anticipation. Because he knew something Sam didn’t.
He palmed Sam’s sack and rolled it gently as he slid his tongue lower, pressing against Sam’s taint. A litany of curses echoed through the chamber, and Felix glanced up, grin eating his face, to catch his husband: chest heaving, eyes unfocused as he squeezed his cock in what looked like a painfully tight grip.
“You better not come,” Felix murmured against the crease where Sam’s hip met his thigh. He traced the small divot with his tongue, and Sam’s entire body shook.
He crawled the rest of the way up Sam until he straddled Sam’s hips and they were nose to nose, eyes locked. Sam’s hands went to his hips, squeezed.
“I still need to give you your other present,” Felix whispered. His husband’s cock twitched against his arse. The greedy thing knew what it was about to get.
“And what would that be?” Sam rasped. “Because you’re close to killing me here, Fee.”
Felix reached over to the night table and grabbed the vial of oil. He scooted back and coated Sam’s angry erection, giving it a few loose, teasing strokes. Then he rose on his knees, leaning over Sam, one hand on a stone-hard shoulder. He brought one of Sam’s hands to his hip, slowly slid it around his arse, chuckled when Sam’s fingers clenched on his cheek. Possessive. Claiming. A shaky breath fled Felix. Almost time.
“I was going to say you could fuck me,” he murmured, barely recognizing the heat in his voice. “But if you’re that impatient…”
A beautiful whine fled Sam’s lips. Felix understood the torment, the painful need that flared in those grey eyes. Sam wanted it. But the wait until Felix was stretched and ready would be absolute torture.
He slid Sam’s hand farther until it dipped to Felix’s crease. Sam’s sharp inhale rent through the chamber, and a feral noise burst from him. Felix sank his teeth into his bottom lip, tried desperately to hold back his triumphant smile. And failed.
“How long?” Sam said, voice rough-edged and soaked in hunger. “How long have you had that in you?” His fingers played over the flared end of the dildo.
“Since I disappeared after dinner,” he whispered. “I wanted to be ready. No waiting.” Felix leaned even closer, lips brushing over Sam’s. “Take it out.” He shifted back just enough to meet that stormy gaze. “And have me. Any way you want me.” His voice shook lightly. “Riding you, hands and knees, underneath you—”
“Yes.” Sam’s breaths danced over Felix’s lips, stuttered and uneven, his eyes nothing but a black abyss.
A strained chuckle fled Felix. “You’re going to need to pick one, love. I’m not that bendy.”
“Something to test out at some point,” Sam rasped. “But for now, I want you to ride me. I want you to take what you want.”
Felix’s eyes fluttered shut for a shaky heartbeat. Then he wrapped his free hand around Sam’s nape and rested his forehead against Sam’s. Sam slowly slid the dildo from Felix’s body, and then there was the softthumpof the ivory toy hitting the coverlet and the most unbearable bone-deep need to have his husband inside him.
Their trembling breaths mingled, Sam’s hands reverently coasting over Felix’s hips, not once breaking eye contact. Felix reached behind him and lined Sam up. Then sank home.
Their groans filled the bedchamber. Felix went to move, but Sam’s fingers dug into his skin, his strong hands holding him in place.
“Not yet,” he said roughly. “I need a moment. Just being inside you, feeling you surround me.” His words cut off, and his lips slammed into Felix’s. Pressed hard, bruising. There was no finesse, no deepening of the kiss. It was just a man desperately trying to keep back the raging emotions threatening to burst from him. Like if he kissed Felix hard enough, the overwhelming feeling wouldn’t escape and swallow him.
Felix threaded his fingers through Sam’s hair, fisted it, latched on, and held Sam to him. He understood it all too well. The all-consuming love that had to be too much for a mere human to withstand. Because that’s how it felt to be joined with Sam like this. A sharing of bodies, but more. A sharing of souls.
The tension in Sam’s body eased, and he melted back against the headboard, falling away from Felix.
“Ready?”
Sam nodded, giving Felix’s cock a few loving strokes as he did. Felix groaned and swatted Sam’s hand away.
“None of that. I won’t last. And I want to make this good for you.”
“Always. Anything. You.”
A small laugh bubbled up in his chest as he slowly lifted. “Was I supposed to understand that caveman speak?” He sank down, and all laughter fled, long low moans escaping them.
Sam’s hands found Felix’s hips, guided him as they found their rhythm. Together.
“Christ. Perfection,” Sam gritted out.
And Felix needed more of that silky growl. It was rough, but it was molten the way it ran over his skin, a heated caress. Foreheads pressed together, forearms resting on Sam’s shoulders, hands fisting his hair, Felix drove down on Sam’s cock, using his man’s solidity as leverage. Circled his hips, searching for that perfect angle but also not ready to find it. Because he didn’t think he’d be able to hold back once he did.
