Page 117 of Fourplay & Fatalities

“So pretty,” Asa muttered again.

“Say it again,” Felix begged. “Tell me I’m pretty.”

Asa chuckled, then wrapped a hand around the back of Felix’s neck, dragging him down to lick his way into his mouth in a forceful kiss. “You know you’re fucking gorgeous,” Asa snarled.

“Prettier than that bitch Patrice?” Felix asked against his mouth.

Asa’s tongue swept into his mouth again without answer, hand tight on the back of Felix’s neck as he plundered his mouth, making him take what he gave him. Felix tried to fight back, tried to push his tongue against Asa’s, but there was no winning.

Kissing him was a contact sport. They were both used to taking the reins both in the bedroom and out, but Felix had long ago accepted that there was a hierarchy of dominance within their home with Asa at the top, Zaney at the bottom, and Felix and Avi playing switch in the middle. It worked for them. All of them. Sometimes, Felix liked feeling small, feeling helpless.

But whenever they were alone together, the line between sex and violence often blurred as they fought for dominance, just not in the way it did with Asa and Zaney. Zane hardly ever fought back, not unless he wanted to get hurt far worse than Asa had previously planned. Zane knew just how to push his buttons. Maybe Zane was at the top and just had them all fooled into thinking that wasn’t the case.

Felix bit down hard on Asa’s tongue, making a satisfied noise when he tasted blood. Asa pulled back, slapping Felix’s cheek with only enough force to make him moan. He gripped his jaw tightly, forcing it open before kissing him painfully. Felix sucked the taste of copper pennies from Asa’s mouth.

“Fuck me already.”

“Don’t get pushy,” Asa chided.

Felix scowled, once more dragging his nails down Asa’s bare torso, watching as the faintest beads of blood formed along their path.

Asa released his jaw to grip Felix’s ponytail, yanking his head back to bite at his throat. “Retract the claws, kitten. I can’t get blood on this shirt. You’re not the only one with an important event today.”

Felix made a noise of displeasure. “Fine, then no hickeys.”

Asa snarled, sinking his teeth into Felix’s neck in defiance. “Walking into a TED talk with a hickey is a power move. Let them all know what a badass bitch you are from the jump. They’re probably all watching you get railed right now.”

The thought dragged a low whine from Felix. They were in the back of the garage, but it was rapidly filling. People going from their cars to the elevators walked past without giving them a second look, but soon, someone might park right beside them. They might narrow their eyes and see past the heavy tint on the windows. See Felix in Asa’s lap, riding him, begging to be fucked and used.

Felix sucked in a breath, pure electricity sparking through him at the thought. “I suppose you—” Asa sank his teeth in again. “Ow. Fuck—I suppose you’re right.”

Despite his protests, they could both see how his cock was leaking between them. Asa chuckled, sucking on the abused flesh.

“Lube,” Felix barked, like a surgeon demanding his scalpel.

Asa grunted, not handing him the bottle, just snapping it open and drizzling it over his cock, letting Felix stroke it over his length.

Felix sucked in a sharp breath as the blunt head of Asa’s cock pressed against his already abused rim.

“Hop on, kitten. We’re on a time crunch.”

Felix gave him a haughty look that didn’t quite meet his eyes. “You’re the one who wanted to fuck. I was perfectly fine waiting until we got home.”

Asa rolled his eyes. “Yeah, yeah. I get it. You’re a real martyr, taking one for the team. Take a seat.”

Felix arched one sharp brow, then gripped the back of Asa’s chair, shifting his weight from his knees to his feet, letting Asa guide his cock back to his entrance.

“Gonna put those pilates workouts to the test?” Asa murmured.

“Something like that,” Felix said, eyelids fluttering as Asa breached him just the tiniest bit.

“Show me what you’ve got,” Asa taunted.

Felix released a sharp breath as he sank down, realizing almost too late that he couldn’t take him all the way in with his feet flat on the seat. He gripped Asa’s shoulder with one hand and the handle on the ceiling with the other, rising up, then dropping down, both of them groaning at the sensation.

Asa’s hands landed on Felix’s ass, guiding him. “Fuck. You were born for this. So hot when you’re bouncing on my cock like this.”

“Just like this?” Felix panted, fishing for a compliment. “I’m hot all the time.”