Felix and the Prince: A Forever Wilde Novel

by Lucy Lennox

  “Fuck,” I breathed. “Do I have to get naked to enjoy all that?” My hands skimmed across his shoulders and down to his shoulder blades.

  “Mm-hm, you sure do,” he rumbled. His scratchy chin dug into the skin above the waistband of my underwear and began to shove it lower, exposing the top of my pubic hair. “I’m going to suck you off, Felix. I can’t do that with all this fabric still in the way.”

  Lio was deliberately teasing me with his flirty, sultry tone of voice. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see my own chest and abdomen heaving up and down as I struggled to suck in enough air to stay alive.

  I’d never been so turned on in my entire life, and I still had on my fucking pants.

  Oh god. What if I come before you get my pants off?

  I didn’t realize I said it out loud until I felt his chuckle vibrate against my thighs where he lay sprawled on top of me. His chin still held my boxer briefs down, and I felt his tongue snake its way into the nest of curls there.

  “Felix, I want you to come. Feel free to do so at any point,” he purred. “There’s no hurry and certainly no limit to how many times I can make you come tonight.”

  I reached my fingers into his thick hair and squeezed my eyes closed in disbelief. My cheeks tightened as I felt myself grin like an idiot.

  The hottest man on the fucking planet was going to go down on me. Lio was going to suck my dick. I thought about all of my insecurities and decided I was going to miss out on enjoying this aberration if I continued to be apologetic and weird.

  Instead of a stammering, nervous geek, I decided to fake it—to act like a confident, sexual beast who took what he wanted. Why not? It’s not as if this guy was anyone I was going to see again after this trip. Why not try for once in my life to embrace the moment and fly by the seat of my pants?

  My eyes opened again to catch him peering up at me, his tongue dragging lazily across my hip. “Did you leave me?”

  “No. Hell no. But I need you to take my clothes off and suck my dick,” I told him with a grin. His own grin widened, and he rolled over and stripped off his briefs, exposing a glorious cock, uncut and hard as hell.

  I groaned and salivated. I’d never been with an uncircumcised man, but I’d porned the hell out of them.

  I tried not to swallow my tongue. “Gnpfh.”

  Lio’s eyes lit up as he began to pull my pants and underwear off. “Like that, huh?”

  “Mpfh,” I agreed.

  As my clothes came off, my hard-on got caught up in my underwear and slapped back to my belly. I reached for it to stroke myself, but Lio grabbed my wrist and pinned it to the bed next to my head instead.

  “Let me. Someone had certain ideas about what I should be doing with your cock, and if I recall correctly, it didn’t include your hand.”

  “Your mouth,” I breathed.

  He stuck out his tongue and gently swiped it over the tip of my cock, where a bead of precum lay waiting.

  “Shit,” I gasped, throwing my head back onto the mattress and squeezing my eyes closed. “Shit, I’m going to come already. Fuck.”

  Lio’s laugh vibrated its way around my shaft as he swallowed me down in a quick down-up motion.

  “No, Felix. I changed my mind. No coming until I say so. I want to play for a while first.”

  A whining sound escaped my throat, and I brought my feet up flat on the mattress next to Lio’s sides. I wanted to thrust up into his wet warmth, but I wasn’t sure if that would be rude. My fingers threaded through his hair, and I scraped my fingernails lightly along his scalp. The man practically purred with pleasure, my cock in his mouth and my balls in his hand.

  I looked down at the sight in front of me and felt dizzy.

  “Fuck my mouth,” Lio said in a gravelly voice. “Want you to feel good.”

  “Jesus,” I muttered as I thrust immediately up into his throat, feeling the lure of his tight heat. “Fuck. Fuck, Lio. God.”

  If only I had more coherent words to say, but I didn’t. It was all pleasure and gasping and mumbling out expletives.

  The slurping and sucking sounds coming from his hot mouth turned me on even more, and I thought I might lose it right there.

  “Lio,” I cried in warning.

  He quickly pulled off my cock and shifted forward in the bed. I cried out a complaint before his mouth crashed into mine in a searing kiss. Just like that, my attention went from a close climax in my cock to an absolute ravaging of my mouth. His tongue licked into me as his cock thrust against my thigh in rhythm.

  I gasped between kisses. “Lio, gonna—”

  “Not yet,” he commanded in a stern voice that made my stomach flip. “No, Felix.”

  “Agh, god. Fuck,” I panted against the side of his face, trying every sort of mental gymnastics to keep myself from coming too soon. “Ffft.”

  “Tell me you have lube and condoms, baby,” Lio purred. His tone was like a roller coaster ride in the dark—unpredictable but exciting as hell. “I want to get inside of you right now. Pound you into this bed, Felix. Where’s your stuff?”

  My heart dropped. “I… I don’t have any stuff,” I admitted in a broken voice. Who the hell brought condoms and lube to an island in the North Sea when they hadn’t had sex in years? “I mean, I have lube, but… no condoms.”

  “Fuck,” he muttered before lurching off me and reaching for his pants. “Fuck. My wallet’s back in my room.” He looked up, revealing the most adorable frown lines between his eyes. “Guess we’ll have to get creative, then. Where’s the lube?”

  I reached out a shaky hand to point toward the bathroom. “In my shaving kit.”

  He strode over to retrieve it and had a mischievous smile on his face when he returned.

  “Hands and knees,” he commanded. The man was obviously used to being in charge.

  I wasn’t complaining.

  I blinked up at him and swallowed a gulp before moving into position. Lio moved over top of me, his cock grazing the skin of my ass and his knees landing on the mattress inside of each of mine to nudge my legs farther apart. I felt the scratch of his body hair against my inner thighs and sucked in a breath.

  Warm lips landed on the base of my neck and began trailing kisses slowly toward one shoulder. Lio’s arm wrapped around my waist while the other grasped my cock with a cool, slick grip.

  “Mmm, someone’s still hard for me,” he murmured into my ear. “You have no idea how hot that is, feeling your cock and knowing it’s hard for me. Does that feel good, Felix?”

  “Uh-huh.”

  I felt his lips curve into a smile against my neck before he licked a light stripe down my spine to the top of my ass.

  “Do you like my mouth on you here?”

  “Uh-huh.”

  Suave, Felix. Super cool.

  “Yes, I mean. Yes,” I said.

  His lips and teeth took turns nibbling at my ass cheeks before his hands opened me and cool air hit my hole.

  “Ungh,” I gasped. “Lio, please. You’re teasing me.”

  I was owning this role as a sex-confident player. I hadn’t whimpered once. Well, not more than a few times anyway.

  “You want me to kiss you here, Felix?”

  “Fuck yes… Please.” Okay, that might have been a whimper.

  I felt his fingers tighten on my skin and his hot breath land on the sensitive bundle of nerves between them.

  “Oh,” I moaned, before his mouth even landed on me. “Oh god.”

  Lio’s hand stroked my cock while his tongue began to dance around my hole, and white shards of light began to creep around the edges of my vision.

  I’d never been rimmed before, and it was goddamned nirvana.

  Chapter 11

  Lio

  It occurred to me at some point while I was tongue-deep in Felix’s body that I had never before given so much attention to someone else’s pleasure. Every movement, every sound he made was like fuel on the flame of my own desire until it became a game of getting myself off by getting
Felix off.

  It was like the higher he flew, the higher I would as well.

  “That’s it, baby,” I murmured against his inner thigh before grabbing some more lube and playing at his entrance with my fingers.

  I’d gone from being desperate to fuck the man to desperate to make him feel good. And, boy, was he feeling good.

  “Please, please, let me come,” he whimpered. “I need to come. I need to come.” His words were barely audible through his labored breaths. He was teetering on the edge.

  I pressed my slick index finger inside of him and felt his entire body react. His spine arched, his head went back, and his ass drew closer, searching for more. I took the risk of pushing in deeper in hopes of finding the magic spot.

  “Holy Christ, fuck, fuck!” Suddenly, Felix’s channel contracted around me as he cried out, warm jets streaking across my hand as I stroked him through his release with one hand and fucked it out of him with the other.

  The orgasm wrecked him in the very best way, and I wondered if he was always like this, if he was this responsive with the other men he slept with.

  At the very thought of him with other men, I felt like I’d been doused with frigid water. I released him and pulled away, falling onto my back and closing my eyes to steady myself. I covered my face with an arm and tried to even out my breathing. My cock continued to pound in rhythm with my heart, and why shouldn’t it? I was still in bed next to the most beautiful soul and the hottest body around.

  “Lio?” He sounded small and unsure, and I hated hearing his voice like that. I turned to look at him. Worry creased his face. I wanted to run my fingers through his hair, but they were manky with lube.

  “You okay?” I asked quietly, trying to give him a reassuring smile. It must have worked because his face softened into a relieved grin.

  “Hell yes, I’m okay. Very okay. Better than okay.” He glanced down at my cock, standing up like a jackass from my groin. “Lio, will you hop in the shower with me?”

  It wasn’t what I expected him to say, and it must have shown.

  His grin turned a bit evil then. “I have plans for you. In the shower. Come on.”

  He wiggled away from me and hopped off the bed, showing me a tight little ass still pink from where I’d worked the hell out of it with my hands while rimming him.

  Felix’s body was gorgeous. I could stare at it all day.

  Or you can go put your hands on it and rub up against it in the shower, you imbecile, I reminded myself.

  I followed him into the bathroom, idly stroking my cock along the way.

  While we waited for the water to heat, my hands began exploring his ass again and I dropped kisses behind his ears. “This ass. Fuck. I can’t keep my hands off it.”

  “No one’s asking you to.”

  Felix’s hand came back to cup the back of my head as I continued to kiss his neck and fondle his front. His nipples were stiff peaks in the cool bathroom air, and his stomach contracted into little bumps beneath my touch.

  “Never thought I’d get lucky at Gadleigh,” I teased. “Who would have expected to find a sexy scientist here in the middle of winter?”

  I turned Felix around to face me before backing him into the tiled space and making sure he was under the hot spray. His eyes were warm brown pools of lust, and his pupils remained wide open as he gazed at me.

  “It’s like a crazy fantasy,” he murmured before catching himself and giving a self-deprecating laugh. “I mean, sorry. That sounds silly.”

  “No, it sounds accurate,” I assured him. “A fantasy I’m sure to revisit in my head for weeks to come.” I winked at him then and leaned in to kiss his reddened lips. They were soft and firm at the same time, and his tongue began to taste familiar, as if the night’s kissing had been enough to imprint his taste on me forever.

  He pulled away and shifted us so I was the one under the water. I leaned my head back to get my hair wet for a moment, and when I opened my eyes again, Felix had lowered himself to his knees.

  The man was looking up at me as if waiting for permission. Silver water droplets caught in his dark lashes and on his full lips as the tip of his tongue came out to swipe it away. I squeezed my eyes closed for a moment and thanked my lucky stars for not walking away from Felix like my conscience had tried to tell me to do.

  “Correction,” I said in a low voice. “This is the fantasy I’ll replay. The sight of you on your knees for me, Felix. Christ.”

  His eyes stayed on me while his face nuzzled my cock, the prickle of his stubble rough on my tender skin. I brought my hand up to brush wet strands of hair off his forehead. Felix’s tongue came out and began to lick up and down the length of me, always, always keeping his eyes glued to mine.

  It was hot as fuck.

  He took the head of my cock into his mouth and began to toy with my foreskin, clamping it gently between his lips and tugging slightly. I groaned and tightened my fingers in his hair.

  After a few pulls with his hand around my shaft, he pulled back the skin and teased the tip with his tongue, letting the skin loose again but continuing to roll his tongue inside of it. I thought I was going to lose my fucking mind.

  “Fffuck, Felix. Feels so good. Just like that.”

  His eyes stayed on me as his hand jacked me firmly and his tongue played along the sensitive head of my cock.

  Felix pulled off just long enough to lick his lips and ask, “If I’m doing anything wrong, please tell me.”

  His eyebrows were up in concern, and I reached out to smooth the worry lines between them.

  “Not possible. Your mouth feels amazing. Keep going.” I tried to steady my breathing, but I couldn’t. It came in gasps and moans as his mouth and hands went to town on my cock. Sure fingers clasped my balls and made my knees shake.

  “Not going to last,” I warned through my teeth. My hands had come out to brace against the walls of the shower in case I lost my footing. My legs were shaking so hard, I thought it was a real possibility.

  A finger I hadn’t noticed before snaked behind my sac and pressed against my perineum, sending sparks of pleasure all through my groin and warning me of the coming orgasm.

  “Baby, shit,” I cried, trying to pull him off. He stayed on his knees, mouth firmly wrapped around my cock as I released into his throat. “Fuck. Oh god.” My hand came down hard on Felix’s shoulder to support myself, and he reached up to hold my wrist.

  He never once took his gorgeous eyes off me.

  I’d had intense sexual experiences with other people before—men and women—but I’d never before felt something quite like this. It was as if Felix had seen straight into my soul somehow, which was ridiculous because the man didn’t even know who I was. And, hell, I didn’t even know who he was. Not really. A glass professor from Texas. That was it. It wasn’t like we’d exchanged phone numbers or anything.

  The thoughts and feelings I had were well and truly inconsistent with a hookup. I’d thought that was all this was.

  But then we’d talked. And kissed. And touched.

  And now… now I knew it was about more than just sex.

  And that was not okay.

  Chapter 12

  Felix

  Waking up to an empty bed was decidedly shitty compared to falling asleep in Lio’s strong arms the night before. I knew before I even opened my eyes he was no longer there. The bedding was cold, and I was curled into a tiny ball in a subconscious effort to conserve heat under the covers.

  “Crap,” I mumbled into my pillow. It wasn’t like it was a surprise. Clearly Lio was the type to fuck and duck, but that didn’t make it any less disappointing.

  And I was most definitely disappointed. The sex had been out of this world, but the companionship had also been a rare treat. I’d enjoyed talking to him and flirting with him. Would have enjoyed sleeping all night in his arms even more.

  That was one of the shitty aspects of being single. No one to touch, no warm body to cling to on a cold night in bed, no one to com
plain to when things didn’t go your way.

  I blew out a breath and thought about the day ahead of me. Calum had offered to teach me a few things in the glassworks later in the morning. I wondered if I could scrounge up my own breakfast in the little apartment. I knew I had coffee, but I wondered if I still had some of the instant oatmeal packs I’d thrown into my bag at the last minute.

  After visiting the bathroom and dressing warmly, I set about making breakfast without sparing Lio another thought. I wasn’t at Gadleigh to get laid. I was there to finish my dissertation and study glass.

  There were still hundreds of examples of hidden glass in the castle, but I knew right away I wouldn’t have the guts to go anywhere near the main house today. Not when there was the very real possibility of running into Lio and having the awkward morning-after weirdness. No. I’d concentrate on the glassworks and picking Calum’s brain as much as he’d allow me. Then maybe I’d return to my apartment and work on my dissertation.

  Once I’d downed a cup of coffee and a granola bar I found in my backpack, I bundled up in my coat and hat to make my way to the glassworks building.

  When I entered through the wide door, I saw the glow from the fire right away. Calum was sitting back drinking from a mug while reading a paperback book that seemed as old as he was. Two of his assistants puttered around the studio behind him.

  “Morning,” I said with a smile. “You ready for me?”

  “Do I have a choice?” he asked in his rough voice. I would have thought his question was rude if I hadn’t noticed the twinkle in his eye. “Come on over here. We’re making glass today.”

  My heart sped up. Had he really meant we?

  “Why do you look so surprised, young Felix? I thought you’d done this before.”

  I was in the process of taking off my coat when I laughed. “Yes, sir. I have. I have a degree in glassmaking. Not the same as being master glassmaker at Gadleigh but enough to keep from embarrassing myself with a blowpipe and marvering table,” I joked. “And I’d do just about anything to make something in the Gadleigh glassworks.”