Page 116 of Fourplay & Fatalities

“An exotic dancer?” Asa asked with a frown.

“A poor person,” Felix corrected. “Not some purebred girl whose lineage traces back to, like, the Mayflower or something.”

“Purebred or inbred,” Asa muttered.

“Pretty sure at one point they thought the two were one in the same,” Felix said.

Pleasure shot through him as Asa gave him a near feral grin before torturing that bundle of nerves inside him until tiny little whimpers were pouring past his lips like water.

“You sound so good,” Asa praised. “I love when you lose that precious composure for me.”

Another whine escaped before Felix could stop it.

He fell forward, dropping his head on Asa’s shoulder.

“What do you care what someone like her thinks anyway?” Asa asked, continuing his sensual torment. “She’s just jealous that her husband’s whole salary and bonus are equal to what you spend on a shopping trip in Milan.”

Felix nodded blindly against him. “You’re so right. Say more like that,” Felix begged. “But say it while you fuck me.”

“You’re so bossy when you’re horny,” Asa muttered, reaching for the lube on the dash, shifting Felix slightly in the process until he gasped. “Touch yourself.”

Felix whined, but sat up, tipping his head back. He ran his palms up his chest, stroking over his own tight nipples, moaning as heat stoked through him. They were always so sensitive. He lost himself in his own body, knowing just how to stroke, pinch, and tug to have sparks appearing behind his lids.

He was so into it, it took him a whole minute to realize Asa had stopped moving entirely. Felix blinked open heavy lids to find Asa watching him, lips parted, eyes so dark they looked black in the garage phosphorescent lighting. Felix had been fucking himself on Asa’s fingers, rubbing his own chest, his cock bouncing as he used him to find his own pleasure.

“Keep going. But don’t come.”

Felix gave a stilted nod. “Okay,” he whispered.

“Does it feel good?”

“Yes.”

“You like being watched, don’t you?” Asa taunted.

“Yes,” Felix admitted, cheeks growing hot.

“You look so fucking debauched, riding my fingers in the front seat of my car, the whole world watching. Such a whore.”

Felix moaned, dropping a hand to his neglected cock, but Asa grabbed his wrist. “Not there. Not yet.”

Felix growled in frustration, but it only made Asa laugh.

He pinched Felix’s thigh until he yelped. “Don’t take that tone with me. I’m not my brother.”

Felix glowered at him, but they could both see the way his cock leaked at Asa’s words. “Your brother’s nice to me.”

“But are you nice to him?” Asa purred. “Or do you just use him for your own selfish needs?”

“I don’t hear him complaining,” Felix panted, bouncing on Asa’s fingers now, pinching his nipple almost painfully.

“That’s because he is completely captivated by your pretty face.” Asa suddenly pulled his fingers free, leaving Felix clenching around air, the feeling yanking him out of his haze.

Asa wiped his fingers off with the wet wipe from the console, tossing it blindly. “I’m not gonna be that nice. You had to know that.”

Before Felix could respond, Asa grabbed his wrists and pinned them behind his back, leaning forward to suck on his already abused nipple. That sharp pleasure-pain sliced through him, making his whole body jolt. “Oh, fuck.”

Asa bit down, hard, then licked over the injury almost like an apology. It was dizzying, never knowing if he would feel a soft touch or a hard tug, tongue or teeth. His nipples were puffy and oversensitive now, like someone had taken sandpaper to them.