Page 43 of Enemies with an Earl
His chest lifted and plummeted raggedly as his gaze locked on Thorne’s, closer now from where he was hovering, bent over the man. Then his attention dipped to the smirk gracing those shiny lips.
“You’re a bloody arse, you know that?”
Thorne had the audacity to laugh. And it was rich and throaty and a tiny bit rough. Like Felix’s cock hitting the back of the man’s throat had made him hoarse. Felix straightened, eyes falling shut for a breath as another shock of painful want sliced through him.
“Everything all right, my lord?”
Yes, there it was. Hoarse, gravelly words, wrecked from Felix’s cock. Felix couldn’t stop the soft whimper from fleeing his lips. Thorne’s lids lowered at the noise. Clearly, the man got off on torture.
“Everything is completely—”
Felix’s words broke off in a choked gasp as Thorne feathered his lips down the side of Felix’s shaft. A pathetic cry echoed through the room. That couldn’t possibly have been him, could it?
On the way back up, Thorne ran his tongue along the underside, tracing the sensitive vein that hid there. Felix’s entire body flinched as another rush of pleasure raced to the head of his cock. But instead of Thorne taking Felix in his mouth, his wet lips passed over the crown, and he continued his wicked path back down, where he nuzzled into Felix’s groin. He let out a groan, thick with lust.
Felix’s poor cock was furious, angry-red, and weeping. Felix was close to weeping himself. Because the man of Felix’s fantasies was on his knees, face buried in the crease of Felix’s hip, groaning with the same want tearing through Felix. Those strong, rough hands coasted over Felix’s thighs. Yet, the man wasn’t giving him what he wanted.Needed.
Thorne’s mouth traveled lower, and Felix inhaled sharply when the man mouthed his aching ballocks. Another infuriating chuckle. Though the rough breath fanning over his oversensitive skin was a sweet sinful relief. Thorne made his way back up Felix’s shaft and then licked up the mess Felix was making of the head of his cock.
Felix grunted, barely able to hold back his plea for the man to take him out of his misery.
“Are you aching?” Thorne asked softly in that roughened voice.
“You are well aware I am aching,” Felix gritted out. Damn it, that had come out as a whine.
Thorne hummed. “Perhaps I should address that for you.”
And then the man parted his lips, and Felix’s body went limp as his cock disappeared into Thorne’s mouth. He sank half-way. Came back up, sucking so hard Felix’s eyes rolled back. Sank down again until Felix’s cock hit the back of his throat.
Thorne swallowed. Felix moaned.
Thorne drew back, and Felix’s hips bucked, trying to speed up the movement with his own thrusts. But Thorne’s hands landed on Felix’s hips, securing him unmoving against the bed.
He pulled all the way back, Felix’s cock leaving those lips with a wicked, wetpop. Apopthat Felix felt deep in his ballocks. His body trembled violently, his spent nerves not able to handle the push and pull of Thorne’s assault. Felix wanted to come. So bloody badly. But there was nothing he could do about it. A half-sob fled his lips.
A soft crooning noise came from Thorne. “You almost have me feeling bad for you, Bentley. Almost.”
“Thorne, please,” Felix begged. He didn’t care any longer. He didn’t care about self-respect. He didn’t care about being strong. He didn’t care about being rendered helpless by this man. He just wanted to come.
The man let go of Felix’s hip and traced the pad of his thumb over the crown of Felix’s cock. An unintelligible noise burst from Felix, pleasure igniting at the small contact. That small movement, the lust storming in Thorne’s eyes—it was intoxicating. It was unbearable.
“Christ, you’re a pretty fucking sight,” Thorne rasped. “Look at you. At my mercy. Begging. For what only I can give you. The question is…do you deserve it?”
Another whimper left Felix without permission, and he shook his head. The problem was, he didn’t deserve it. He knew Thorne was proving a point. Not one interaction he’d ever had with this man suggested he deserved any sort of kindness from Thorne. Least of all the pleasure he craved.
“I don’t,” he said hoarsely.
Something flashed in Thorne’s eyes. Surprise at Felix’s admission? But the darkness of lust closed over them again, hiding whatever it was.
One of his hands coasted up Felix’s body. Thorne gave a light squeeze on Felix’s throat, and Felix leaned into it like a cat, and—goddamnit—he purred like one, too. He was shameless. Shameless for this man.
“Open,” Thorne commanded.
Felix obeyed immediately and Thorne’s forefinger and middle finger slid into his mouth.
“Suck.”
Felix’s mouth closed around Thorne’s thick fingers, his mouth hollowing over them.
