Page 51 of Enemies with an Earl
“As you wish, my lord,” he purred, stepping back. And then he thrust Felix into the wall again.
A deep, animalistic noise rumbled through Felix’s chest.
“Fuck, that was positively sinful. The sounds you make. I think I could come just from listening to you moan.” Thorne gyrated his hips against Felix, each press making Felix’s breath catch in his throat.
Bloody fucking hell. “And I could come just from the wicked things you say with that devilish tongue of yours. God, your mouth. I love it, and I hate it. It’s the best and worst thing about you.”
The offending mouth curled up in a dangerous smirk. And Felix fell on it. His lips crashed down on Thorne’s, colliding in another feverish kiss. Thorne’s fingers dug into Felix’s arse, the grip painful, and lust shot to Felix’s groin.
“Harder,” Felix pleaded in between kisses.
One of Thorne’s hands found Felix’s jaw, shoved his head back, pinning him against the wall. Thorne slowly trailed his fingertips down Felix’s neck, paused at the base, fingers tightening.
“I love how solid you are,” Thorne whispered.
Air burst from Felix’s mouth, blood rushing in his ears. Held prisoner by this man.
Thorne’s hand slid behind Felix’s head and tangled in Felix’s hair. Then tugged, wrenching Felix’s head back, and Felix gasped, sharp pleasure-pain dancing over his scalp.
“I love that I can be rough with you, and you won’t break. And knowing youcraveit.” Thorne made a satisfying hum that went straight to Felix’s cock, pulling a moan from him.
But this was escalating quickly, and Felix was afraid it was going to go the way it typically did with them, with Thorne taking over, being the one who did all the work.
“Bed. Now.”
“Mmmm,” Thorne murmured against Felix’s lips.
He pressed one last bruising kiss to Felix’s mouth and then, both hands coming up under Felix’s arse, carried him to the bed. Which he promptly tossed Felix on like Felix weighed nothing at all. Felix’s eyes rolled back, and he pushed down on his raging erection. Pressure built at the base of his spine, his ballocks drawing up. He was so wound up; this was going to be over much too soon.
When he looked back to Thorne, the man had already lost his breeches and was palming his thick shaft, gaze roaming over Felix. Felix’s gaze latched onto the glistening, angry tip that disappeared and reappeared with each stroke. He licked his lips.
“Hungry for it?”
Felix’s gaze snapped up to Thorne’s. He nodded adamantly, and Thorne chuckled, deep and rough. Felix tackled his breeches, and Thorne helped him pull them off before crawling over him.
“How do you want this to go?” Thorne murmured.
Something caught in Felix’s chest. Even with how volatile their clashings were, Thorne never failed to ensure they both were fully consenting in this, both on the same page with what was happening and what they wanted to happen. It settled something inside Felix. Made him think that perhaps he could… No. He mentally shook off the thought. That wasn’t for tonight. Probably ever.
“I want to taste you,” Felix said. “I’ve been dying to havethat”—he jerked his chin toward Thorne’s impressive erection—“in my mouth since I first laid eyes on it.”
Thorne flipped over onto his back. “Who am I to deny you, my lord? I live to serve.”
Felix’s lips tugged up in a half-smile. He swung a leg over, straddling the man’s hips. He bit his lip, tracking his gaze over the glorious body spread out before him like a banquet. He wanted to lick and touch everywhere.
He settled his hands on Thorne’s stomach, strong muscles beneath a layer of soft flesh, instantly twitching and going hard under his palms. The man was so solid. All meat and man. His mouth went wet, his body wanting to feast on any and all of the burly man underneath him.
He slid his hands up, over each ridge of muscle, up over the curve of the man’s chest muscles. Christ, the chest on this man. He sank his fingers into the sturdy flesh, and a hiss left Thorne. Felix’s gaze whipped up. Thorne’s dark gaze peeked at him beneath a frill of ebony lashes.
Thorne cleared his throat, but it did nothing to remove the lust roughening his tone. “So, just to warn you, this may be over embarrassingly quick.” His chest rose and fell beneath Felix’s palms, breaths escaping in sharp, shallow pants. “Because, God damn it, Bentley. The way you’re looking at me right now. It’s dangerously indecent.”
Pleasure shot to Felix’s cock, and he gave himself a quick stroke, gaze sweeping over Thorne. Felix dragged his teeth over his bottom lip. Yes, he could definitely relate to Thorne’s predicament. Because Felix felt the same way about the man under him.
“Fuck, Bentley. Those lips were made for sin. I want them wrapped around my cock already." He let out a feral sound between clenched teeth. “I want to see my seed dripping from them.”
Bloody fucking hell.
He shuffled backward and rested on one hand, his other one coasting up Thorne’s solid thigh. He reveled in the strength, in the coarse hair rough against his palm. Then he glanced up at Thorne and batted his eyelashes.
