Page 62 of Fourplay & Fatalities

If Avi had given him a command like that, Felix would have flayed him alive. He would have had him on his knees, licking his feet and begging for forgiveness.

But with Asa, Felix did as he was told, gasping when he grabbed his ass in a painfully tight grip that was sure to leave bruises.

Asa spread him open, driving up into Felix as he dropped down, sending sparks of heat through him.

Why did that feel so good?

“Avi’s right. Your thighs are just for show. That’s okay. I’ll do the work for you, princess.”

Felix wanted to be offended, but then Asa was holding him in place, setting a brutal pace as he fucked up into him.

“Feet flat on the mattress.”

Felix did as he was told, gasping at the change in angle.

“Oh, God. Oh, fuck. Yes. Right there. Right there. Right there.” He didn’t even have it in him to be embarrassed.

Every thrust sent jolts of bliss through his system, making him whimper. His fingers curled uselessly behind his back, desperate for something to hold onto.

Asa chuckled darkly. “That’s more like it.”

Beside him, Zane was mewling and whining, begging Avi for more as Avi bounced Zane on his cock, not making him do a bit of work.

Felix smiled when he heard Avi say, “That’s it, Zaney. You’re doing so well. You take it so well. You look so pretty on my cock.”

“Am I being good?” Zane asked, his face forming an adorable pout.

He was so needy, and it was clear from Avi’s fucked-out expression that he loved it. Loved praising him.

“Fuck yeah, so good for me, baby. Such a good boy for me. You feel so fucking good on my dick. I can’t believe you made me wait this long. Maybe I should have Asa punish you for that. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

Zane’s response was lost as Felix’s whole world shifted and he somehow found himself on his back, his ankles over Asa’s shoulders, Asa bending him in half.

He didn’t even have time to catch his breath before Asa’s cock was pistoning into him relentlessly, grazing over his prostate in a way that had him moaning like a porn star—something he just didn’t do.

“Oh, fuck. Asa. I need…I need more. Please. Please. Please.”

Asa’s low laugh stirred something in Felix, this weird sense of shame that only made him feel more turned on.

He shouldn’t like being reduced to this. Shouldn’t like Asa knowing he could.

Asa hauled his hips off the mattress, holding his lower half in the air as he drove into him, his pace relentless. The head of his cock was now hitting Felix’s prostate dead on, whiting out his vision with each hard thrust, pleas pouring from Felix’s lips like water.

“Fuck, Asa, please,” he panted. “If you don’t stop, I’m gonna come.”

Asa met his gaze, his look deliciously void of feeling. “Come if you want, sexy, but I’m not stopping until I get off. So, you’ll just have to lie there and take it, no matter how much it hurts.”

Felix’s eyes rolled back at his words, heat pooling at the base of his spine, spreading through his limbs.

He went to wrap his hand around his cock, but Asa batted it away. “You said you were gonna come, so fucking do it. What do you need your hand for?”

Felix sucked in a startled breath as fireworks exploded behind his eyelids, his release punched out of him with enough force to have him worried he might lose consciousness.

Asa was relentless. He didn’t even slow down. The first couple of strokes, Felix didn’t notice anything, too wrapped up in his own post-orgasmic bliss, but as he came down, he started to feel it. That oversensitivity, like someone was pressing a live wire against his swollen prostate as Asa continued to hit it dead on.

His face contorted, unable to stop his cry or the tears leaking from his eyes.

If he expected sympathy, he was mistaken.