Page 140 of Enemies with an Earl
“Talk to me,” he panted. He buried his head in Sam’s neck, and Sam’s lips found the shell of his ear. And his husband gave him what he wanted, needed. Delicious sinful words.
“I can’t believe you got yourself ready without me.”
Teeth nipped his ear.
“You’ll pay for that later.”
Fingertips bit into Felix’s hips.
“Next time I get to watch.”
A tongue laved his neck.
“See you work yourself open.”
Heated breath danced over his skin.
“Getting ready to take me.”
Felix pulled back, met Sam’s hooded gaze, ebony lashes nearly concealing those midnight eyes. His cheekbones were seared with a deep blush, sweat building at his temples, inky black locks slicked to his forehead. He’d never looked more stunning.
Sam’s hands squeezed, a warning. He was close. Felix stilled, not ready for it to be over, for the intimate connection to end. Sam stared back at Felix, black irises hungry. His breaths tore from him in rapid bursts, and Felix settled both palms flat against his surging chest, feeling the wild rhythm beneath. Drifted his fingers through the coarse hair dusting it, anchoring himself in the moment.
Felix rocked slowly, careful not to move too much, just a tease while Sam came back from the edge.
“How did you do it?” Sam’s voice was nothing but a sinful rasp, tight with a needy edge. Like he was pleading to know every detail of what he’d missed. “Were you here on your bed? On all fours?”
Felix shook his head lightly. “Bent over the bed.”
Sam groaned.
“Did you think of me? Pretend it was me stretching you, filling you?”
Felix’s hips stuttered, a streak of pleasure hitting him so acutely he lost his rhythm. He had.
“You did. I can see the answer in those honeyed eyes. You thought of me. Did you keep your hands to yourself like a good boy? Or did you give in to the ache?”
Felix bit his lip, a similar need building, pulsing through his cock. His fingers flexed, that sweet agony almost too much. Just like it had been earlier.
“Did you frig yourself, Fee? To thoughts of me?”
“I did,” he rasped. His thighs flexed tight, his frame trembling as the memory crashed back over him. “I couldn’t hold back. Not with visions of you bending me over this bed, pressing me into the mattress, taking me,claiming me.”
Sam’s large body surrounding him, chest pressed to his back, breath hot against his neck.
Sam’s hips jerked up, and they both gasped. Sam had never taken Felix like that. The only time they’d had sex like this since the first time was when they’d finally been alone together back at Devonford Castle in August. And that had been all slow, tender touches and deep, overwhelming emotion, the kind only a reunion after heartbreak could bring. But, hell, did he want that. He was ready to hand his body over. No reservations. Not anymore. Never with Sam.
“I want that,” Felix said between pants, every thrust of Sam’s hips sending licks of pleasure racing through him.
He tightened his hold on Sam’s shoulders as Sam drove up harder, locked his thighs. It took every ounce of strength to keep from being bucked off. A moan rumbled through his chest as Sam hit him deep, and it still wasn’t deep enough. Would it ever be?
“I want it so rough, so hard, that I feel you for days. A constant reminder. That I’m owned by you.”
A pained noise rose in Sam’s throat. “Fee,” he begged.
And Felix knew exactly what that plea meant. No more waiting.
He sank down onto Sam with the same force Sam drove back up into him. His hand flew to his cock, flying over it in a blur as their bodies met again and again, each one battling to be the one who thrust faster, fucked harder. The craving was too potent, an unbearable hunger that could only be satiated by the scent of sweat-slicked skin and sex, by the sound of grunts and feral moans, by the taste of salt and Sam.
