Page 119 of Enemies with an Earl
“Sam,” he said with a pant. “Now. I’m ready.”
Those midnight eyes flicked up to his. “You’re sure?”
He held that gaze—as mesmerizing as the heavens at night—and poured every ounce of feeling into it. “Yes. Love me, Sam.”
Sam’s fingers slowly slid from Felix, then the slicked head of Sam’s cock pressed, sliding along Felix’s crease.
“Always,” Sam whispered, stare never wavering. And in that moment, it almost felt like nothing could break that connection. As long as they held each other’s gaze, nothing in this world could take Sam away.
Sam notched himself, rocked against Felix’s hole. Not enough to enter, just enough to prepare Felix for what was to come. A sign that he was going to go slow, take care of Felix. What Sam didn’t realize was that Felix didn’t need to be treated like he was made of glass. Not any longer. Sam had mended the fragile, broken parts of Felix day after day. Sam had glued him back together, mended him so that he was unbreakable. Because that was what happened when someone healed you with love.
Felix’s hand went to Sam’s hip. He flexed his fingers, urging Sam forward. “Need you,” he managed past the lump in his throat. The closeness. The fullness. Needed to know what it was like to have Sam deep inside him in all ways. He’d already burrowed into Felix’s heart. Felix needed it in this way, too.
Sam pushed past the tight ring of muscles, Felix’s body giving him little resistance. Because his body was desperate for it, the intimacy, the pleasure that only Sam could give him. Sam circled his hips, slowly working himself deeper, inch by inch, until his hips met Felix’s arse. Sam’s chest heaved, breath sawing in and out.
Sam’s throat bobbed, hands flexing where they held Felix’s thighs. “How are you doing?” he said hoarsely.
Felix’s lips twitched, and he reached up to gently run a hand down Sam’s flushed cheek. “I’ve never been better. But you seem to be struggling a little bit.”
Sam let out a pained groan, his broad shoulders and wide chest flexing and tightening deliciously. “You have no idea how amazing you feel.”
“Guaranteed, it doesn’t rival being inside you.”
Sam slowly drew back and gave a tentative thrust forward. Felix’s mouth went slack. Sam did it again, harder. Sharp pleasure shot through him, racing down his limbs, curling his toes.
“I lied,” Felix panted. “You win. This is better. A thousand times better.”
The weight of Sam’s chest settled over Felix, his lips coasting over Felix’s neck. Felix’s pulse stuttered, his blood simmering, rushing south. Sam snapped his hips, short and quick, as he left open-mouthed kisses along Felix’s throat.Oh, God.Felix’s hands shot to the bed linens. Digging into them. Twisting.
“Still better?” Sam’s rich rumbled whisper tickled over the sensitive shell of Felix’s ear, and lust flooded his groin, pulsing in his cock.
“So better,” Felix said with a moan. Sam drove into him hard. “The most better.”
Sam chuckled, a chuckle that had the hairs on Felix’s neck lifting with the promise infused in it. Then he rose off Felix, grabbed a fistful of Felix’s arse in each hand, and yanked him to the edge of the bed.
He pulled almost all the way out. One. Long. Slow. Torturous. Glide.
Then sank home.
Felix’s vision dotted over as pleasure rushed over him before quickly receding. His lungs struggled to draw in air. He needed more ofthat.
Sam’s hands skimmed lovingly over Felix’s thighs, and he kept up his sinful torment. Slowly sliding out, then sinking home. His gaze was glued on where his cock moved in and out, mouth slack. His gaze flicked up, clashed with Felix’s.
“I could do this forever,” he rasped. “There’s nowhere else I’d rather be than inside of you. Loving you.”
And just like the man above him, those words sank into Felix. Embedded themselves into his skin, beneath the surface, into the very essence of him. Bliss built, the edge of ecstasy drawing closer with every stroke. But with it came a sharp ache behind his eyes, the face of the man he loved blurring through the hot sting of tears. Because the reality was, they didn’t have forever.
Felix urged Sam on, needing more, harder, deeper. Hoping if Sam drove into him hard enough, the wave of emotion about to crest would be pulled back. Sam’s pace quickened, every forceful thrust pegging a spot that had Felix seeing stars. Felix locked his calves around Sam’s back, digging his heels in and using his strong man for leverage as he met Sam drive for drive.
The blood in his veins thrummed, his skin prickling. He was sure his heart would burst. Being with the person you love, being as close as physically possible, wasn’t supposed to be painful. But this? It was the most painfully beautiful thing Felix had ever experienced in his life. And it felt too much like goodbye.
Felix didn’t know if it was the overwhelming emotion—the good and the bad—or the fierce pleasure lighting up his body with every snap of Sam’s hips, but it all was too much. His ballocks drew up, his cock throbbing, the rhythm of his hips faltering.
Sam’s eyes flashed wide for a heartbeat before he increased his pace even more, hips slamming into Felix. That’s all it took. Sam’s cock struck that bundle of nerves, and Felix’s back arched off the bed, a hoarse cry ripping from his chest. He fisted the bed linens as his body convulsed with wave after wave of bliss, his cock emptying on to his stomach. Untouched.
“Oh God,” Sam’s disbelieving rasp filled the chamber. “Holy fucking shite, Fee.”
Felix’s toes curled, legs locking impossibly tight around the man thrusting furiously into him, as the last vestiges of pleasure trembled through his frame. Then Sam’s hips stuttered, his fingertips clamping down on Felix’s thighs as a deep feral sound tore from his throat. Another shudder wracked Felix’s frame at the sound of Sam’s release, at the warmth filling him as Sam’s cock spent inside him.
