Page 83 of Enemies with an Earl
Felix’s fists clamped down on the edge of his desk, knuckles tight, eyes slammed shut. His lips moved silently. Sam thought he might have made out a“do not come.”He grinned. That seemed very much like a challenge.
Sam leaned forward, mouth tracing a wet path up Felix’s neck. He paused and inhaled. His eyes rolled back. God, he missed the man’s scent, the mixture of sweet almonds and man. His taste, a hint of toothpowder and pure Felix.
His lips feathered over the spot just below Felix’s ear. How he’d missed the feel of Fee’s soft skin, silky and unblemished. The sound of his low, rich baritone, like the lowest register of a pianoforte. There was nothing quite like drawing out the sweet melody Felix made when he was wound tight, teetering on the edge. Like now.
Sam tugged on Felix’s ear, and a small gasp burst from Felix, followed by a frustrated moan. Sam chuckled. “You don’t need to hold back, Fee. Just let go.” He quickened the pace of his hand and kissed his way along Felix’s jaw until they were face to face, nose to nose. “I want you to beat me to it.” His whisper danced between them. “I want to coat myself with your seed. Frig myself until I follow you over the edge, knowing I used you to get me there. Your pleasure will be mine.”
You will be mine.He didn’t say it. Was terrified even thinking it. So he hid from his thoughts by letting his lips dance over Felix’s sharp collarbone.
Felix grunted, his entire body quivering against Sam’s. He was so close.
“Be a good boy and come for me, Fee,” Sam murmured, pulling back.
He was met with that desire-soaked amber gaze for a breath and then Felix’s head was tipping back, neck muscles straining as his deep moan filled the study. And it stole Sam’s breath, the vision this man was when he came undone.
The warmth of Felix’s release coated Sam’s hand, allowing for even faster, smoother strokes. Sam worked Felix through it, reveling in each tremor, all the while the telltale pressure built at the base of Sam’s spine, his ballocks drawing up tight.
As soon as Felix went limp, Sam slipped Felix’s cock free and shuttled his fist over himself.
“Fucking hell,” Felix murmured shakily, eyes glued on where Sam frantically frigged himself with the man’s cum.
“Lift your shirt,” Sam gritted out.
Fee instantly complied, and the minute that deliciously muscled stomach was revealed, Sam toppled over the edge, too. Thrown into a weightless free-fall. Soaring, knowing that when he finally landed, it would be with this man.
Pleasure streaked through his groin, shooting up his cock. He buried his growl in Felix’s cravat, tightening his fist, wringing out every last ounce of bliss as he coated Felix’s stomach with his release. They collapsed against each other, their racing hearts beating in tandem, chests lifting and falling as one.
And as they caught their breaths together, calmed their hearts together, something shifted inside Sam. A warmth, a comfort, started up deep inside his ribcage, spreading outward, filling him. It was the same feeling that had settled over him when he’d held Felix the night Felix had gotten foxed.
A perfect fit.
He slowly pulled back, a part of him wishing they could stay pressed together like that for the rest of the day. But the sticky evidence of their pleasure needed to be dealt with. He used the tail of his shirt to wipe them both clean. Then he refastened Felix’s breeches before addressing his own.
Felix’s flushed, freckled face stared up at Sam, amber eyes dazed and completely unguarded. Sam’s throat tightened, and his heart expanded to a painful size in his chest. He grazed the backs of his knuckles over one blush-warmed cheek. “Beautiful.”
Overlong amber lashes fluttered, hiding whatever emotions were glimmering in the irises of their owner.
“We should probably speak logistics,” Felix said gruffly, eyes still downcast.
Sam dropped his hand and gave Felix’s thigh an affectionate squeeze. The man’s gaze shot back to his, clear and steady now. But also back to guarded.
“I must beg your pardon. I might have gotten a bit carried away when I saw you.” Sam nodded solemnly. “Logistics, it is.” The first hurdle had been passed, but now that Sam knew he’d be staying—for however long—he wasn’t sure what the arrangement would look like.
“We probably have quite a bit we want to say to each other,” Felix said softly. “At least I know I have much I’d like to explain.”
They did. Much had come to pass between them back in May, and Sam needed to know what exactly Felix was capable of giving him. It was clear Sam wasn’t the only one in this room who had a past.
“I think that’s an excellent idea.”
“But just so you know, Sam?” Felix’s gaze heated.
“Mmm?”
“You can get carried away with me any time you please.”
A slow smile spread across Sam’s face, and he slowly coasted his hands up Felix’s strong thighs. “Noted.”
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