Page 42 of Enemies with an Earl
Thorne halted in front of Felix. “And you are the most pig-headed, priggish pillock,my lord.”
Thorne was the perfect target.
They both moved at the same time. Thorne lowered himself, their bodies colliding. Thorne’s arms wrapped around Felix’s torso, the full force of his bodyweight propelling Felix backward. Felix dug his heels into the ground, hurled his weight forward, muscles burning, flames engulfing them as they screamed in protest. But he refused to be taken down.
His hands scrabbled over Thorne, trying to wrench the man off him, but the enraging arse wouldn’t budge. Felix’s fingers finally found purchase on Thorne’s ear. That would do. He twisted. The man yelped and dropped to his knees.
Victory tore through Felix, a heady, dark thrill.
Their chests heaved in unison. Thorne’s face was flushed, red painted on cheekbones that weren’t usually prominent. Thorne’s gaze dropped to Felix’s groin, where he was hard and straining against his breeches. Because, yes, Felix really did want to fuck out all his rage on this man.
Thorne’s lids lowered, and Felix latched onto that small movement. On what it suggested.
“What a good little valet you are, on your knees for me,” he murmured.
Thorne bit his lip but couldn’t hold back his groan. Felix grinned, feral, deranged. This was about to getveryfun.
Ever-so-slowly, Thorne slid a hand over Felix’s aching length. Then he started popping buttons free. A low, rumbling chuckle fled those tempting lips.
“If you think because I’m the one on my knees that I’m not the one in control, my lord, you are sorely mistaken.”
What the man didn’t understand was, Felix was already out of control.
Might as well fucking lean into it.
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Felix
ThelastbuttonofFelix’s breeches popped free. Thorne’s gaze flicked up. And held. At the first contact of Thorne’s palm on his cock, Felix’s head dropped back, eyes fluttering shut. A tortured groan rumbled from deep in his chest. Visions of their encounter nearly eight months ago assaulted his mind. Visions that had planted themselves there, taken root, and become impossible to eradicate.
And this, what was happening right now, was why. All the man was doing was slowly stroking him, but Felix’s entire body was a stormfront of vibrating sensation. The man’s touch did something to Felix he couldn’t explain, as though not all touch was created equal. As though, in this life, there were only certain people who could truly set one aflame. And for Felix, that was Thorne.
Thorne’s free hand closed around Felix’s hip, and Felix’s eyes flew open. The man gave a rough shove, pushing him around to the right. Felix stumbled back a step, and some of his simmering lust morphed into ire. His muscles tightened, ready for another fight. But then, in a smooth movement, Thorne hopped from his knees to a crouch and unfolded to standing. Felix’s mouth went slack, want pulsing through his cock. That may have been the most delicious display of raw physicality he’d ever witnessed.
Thorne stalked toward him, and as soon as he reached Felix, his hand was wrapping back around Felix’s shaft. But Thorne didn’t stop. He kept pushing Felix backward. And he went willingly, quite literally being led by his cock. Until his arse hit the edge of his bed. A predatory grin spread on Thorne’s sharp-jawed face, dark grey eyes gleaming with promise. A skitter of unease stole over Felix’s skin. Warning bells clambered in his mind. He wasn’t exactly certain what that promise entailed. But he was past the point of rational thought.
Thorne dropped to the ground, knees hitting the rug with athump,bringing Felix’s breeches down with him so they rested mid-thigh. He continued with his slow, loose strokes. They were a tease. They weren’t enough. And Thorne was relaxed, sitting back on his heels, like he had all the bloody time in the world.
“Well, are you going to get to it already?” Felix asked, the torment Thorne was causing evident in his strained words. “I’m waiting to see thiscontrolyou have.”
A dark chuckle rumbled from Thorne. “Oh, Bentley. Can’t you see? I already have you in the palm of my hand.” Thorne’s fist tightened.
Nrrgh. Fuck.The tighter hold combined with the deep rasp of the man’s voice, like he was just as affected touching Felix as Felix was by his touch, had sharp pleasure arcing down Felix’s length.
Then Thorne took Felix completely by surprise. The man went from toying with Felix to swallowing him down in the next breath. A dizzying rush of heat ripped through Felix’s groin, igniting his senses.
“Holy. Shite. Bloody—” His breath hitched as Thorne slid farther down his length, and a moan burst from him. “Hell,” he added weakly. His hands gripped the bed covers, strangling the fabric. He needed to hold on to something, because the shock of abrupt heady pleasure had the crucial parts of his legs necessary for standing melting away.
Thorne didn’t go easy on Felix. He didn’t take his time. He didn’t build up the pleasure. No, those glistening lips stretched around Felix’s cock, worked Felix with the perfect amount of suction, the man’s hand following his mouth as he bobbed up and down on Felix’s length. Felix couldn’t look away. Mesmerized by the sight of this rough-hewn man tearing him apart bit by bit.
He destroyed Felix with that talented mouth. Felix’s heart drummed wildly in his chest, breaths surging as his lungs desperately tried to keep up with the torrential pleasure wreaking havoc on his body. Satisfaction shone up at Felix in those dark irises. Felix was about to embarrass himself terribly. Seconds. It had been mere seconds. The pressure coiled, streaking down his cock, the telltale pulsing bliss at the crown of his cock signaling he was going to spend. Already. Not even a minute of this man’s mouth on him.
His vision blurred, and he squeezed his eyes shut tight, the fire lit in his groin burning up through his body, the pressure so close to pushing him over the edge.
And then Thorne’s mouth and hand were gone.
Felix’s eyes snapped open. His muscles hardened, painfully tight. The rush of pleasure receded, replaced instantly by an excruciating ache piercing through his ballocks so acutely Felix doubled over.
