Page 65 of Enemies with an Earl
Cold air slapped Felix’s overheated skin, but Thorne was back in the next breath, vial of oil in hand. “Do you want me to get you ready, or would—”
“I’ll do it.” Felix cut him off and took the oil.
A flutter of nerves swam in his stomach. He hadn’t meant to say that, but it’d been a knee-jerk reaction. A way to delay Thorne from breaching him. Which was daft. That was the whole point of tonight. He swallowed down the apprehension and dropped his voice to a husky register.
“You just sit back and enjoy the show.”
Thorne cursed.
Felix slowly slid his feet up until his knees were bent. Thorne fell back on his heels, hands clenched on his own knees, knuckles white. Felix shook a generous amount of oil into his palm and then threw the vial to the side. He coated his fingers, and Thorne’s gaze tracked the movement; he licked his lips.
Then Felix let his thighs fall open. Thorne’s gaze dropped to the center of Felix, and his lips parted on a whimper as yearning stole over his features. Oh God. That look. On this man. Dark, masculine, desperate. It was dangerous. Felix’s fingers slid between his legs, brushing under his ballocks before massaging over his hole. An animalistic sound pulled from deep in Thorne’s throat.
He worked himself open. Strangled guttural noises flew from deep in Thorne’s chest, louder the more Felix stretched himself. It was utterly depraved. Felix’s hips bucked against his fingers, all apprehension gone now. Pressure coiled at his spine, tingling as he thrust his fingers. Felix added a third, and Thorne’s hand shot to his cock and squeezed, eyes slamming shut. And if Thorne nearly coming undone just watching Felix wasn’t the most tantalizing thing ever, Felix didn’t know what was.
Felix scissored his fingers, gaze locked on the weeping turgid head of Thorne’s cock. “Now,” he rasped, pulling his hand from between his thighs. “Now, Thorne.”
“Thank fuck,” Thorne groaned, and shifted on his knees until he was between Felix’s thighs. He pushed Felix’s knees up, so they nearly rested on Felix’s chest, completely exposing him. A small flicker of unease crawled up Felix’s spine, but he let out a slow breath. There was no need for disquiet. In some preposterous twist of fate, Felix had come to trust Thorne.
The blunt head of Thorne’s cock pressed against Felix. Felix’s body instantly marbleized.No. He refused to lock up.Muscle by muscle—arms, thighs, calves, toes—Felix forced his body to relax. He bore down, and Thorne slipped past the tight ring of muscles. It burned like the devil, and there Felix’s muscles went, getting all rigid again.
“Breathe, Bentley,” Thorne coaxed gently.
He coasted his hands up and down Felix’s calves. Soothing. Strong. Safe.
He was safe.
Remember that, Felix. You are safe.
“I’m doing my best. Not the easiest thing to do when I feel like I’m being split apart by that same beam that almost crushed me earlier.”
Thorne barked out a laugh, sinking a little farther. Felix relaxed a little, the levity helping.
“Some men like being split in two.” Thorne winked.
Felix growled. “No other men here, Thorne.”
Thorne’s eyes widened briefly before his lids fell heavy, a self-satisfied smirk gracing those kiss-swollen lips. “Oh, Bentley. You jealous?” He brought his fingers to his lips and kissed them. “Exquisite.”
He rolled his hips and sank deeper. He pushed Felix’s legs open wider and then slid a hand over Felix’s abdomen. Felix’s breath caught at the almost…reverent touch.
“Don’t worry. No one else here, Bentley.” Those grey eyes pinned Felix to the mattress. “Only you.”
Felix would never understand why, but those two soft words shattered the already damaged organ in his chest. The sentiment should have been something that eased Felix’s fears, should have filled him with warmth, allowed him to let go and just be. But instead, everything inside twisted, constricted, and his body went stiff, a frantic need to flee overwhelming him. His breath shook as he tried to keep the torrent barreling forward under control.No.He wouldn’t let William win. That man couldn’t take this from him.
The thing was, this act already took an immense amount of trust for Felix, which was why he hadn’t allowed another man the privilege since… But with two words, Thorne tore away all of Felix’s protective layers, adding not just Felix’s body to the mix, but his heart. Making Felix utterly and irrevocably vulnerable. And he wasn’t sure he was ready to allow himself to be that.
His chest hollowed at the same time a searing hot fury swirled deep in his stomach. He didn’t want to be broken anymore. He didn’t wantthat manto hold power over him any longer.
But with the way his body had gone rigid, hard as glass and moments from fracture…
Felix didn’t have any say in the matter.
One could scream, beg, plead to be fixed, but if he’d learned anything over the years…
Wishing didn’t heal a bloody thing.
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