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You were playing a dangerous game.
He wasn’t allowed to touch you. At all. Only you could initiate the touching and you knew it was driving him insane.
You wore his favorite dress that hugs all of your curves in a decadent shade of crimson. He’d already complained of being in physical pain before you’d even made it out the door.
Felix was normally put together, calm and collected. Goofy, fun. But put together. You had him rattled.
The event was your typical get together with people who thought they were important. Everyone dressed to the nines. Champagne. Diamonds. Elegance. But also that underlayer of disingenuousness that you hated. That’s why you’d wanted to play. You didn’t want to join your boyfriend at boring events like this, but it was important for him to go and he wanted you there.
He was completely wrecked from being unable to touch you, though. He was stumbling over his words, zoning out when making new connections. You had to slap his hands off of your waist more times than you could count. Each time elicited a needier sound. You were having the most fun you’d ever had watching him come undone.
You purposely brushed your backside against him many times that evening. You ran your hands down his back, along his neck, even giving him some gentle kisses occasionally. Not allowing his hands to reciprocate in the slightest. You were high off of watching him become tenser as the evening went on.
You brushed against him again, feeling him aching through those fancy clothes he was wearing and your breath hitched, loving that you’d been having this effect on him the whole night.
He leaned in close to your ear, breath hot against your skin. “Enough.” His voice was low and wrecked and you almost let him give in. Not yet, though. Not until you got home. You ground against him and he groaned with need and desperation.
You continued teasing, playing, until finally it was time to leave. The energy in the car was electric. The rules were he still couldn’t touch you until you got back to your room. He was silent and heat flooded your veins knowing what was coming. He was past his breaking point.
Neither one of your spoke, the tension building as you made your way through the hotel up to your room. He fumbled a bit unlocking the door, but otherwise you couldn’t read his emotions, but you knew he was coming undone. He let you in first and you tried to seem unaffected. You took off your heels and sighed in relief. Acting like nothing was out of the ordinary.
Then his hands were on your waist. He was pushing you forward. He pressed you into the glass doors leading out to the balcony and rolled his harness into you.
“It’s my turn to tease you.” He grumbled, pushing you harder into the doors, your breath fogging up the glass in front of you. He unzipped your dress quickly and efficiently, kicking it off to the side and stepping back to observe. You were now in just a lacy set of a black bra and panties. He swallowed at the sight, his eyes tracing up and down every inch of you. Heat flooded your core but you stayed where you were. You’d teased him enough tonight.
Reaching around you, he opened the door and motioned for you to step out onto the balcony.
“Like this?” You asked, hesitating slightly. You were quite a few stories up in the air and the city sparkled beneath you. It still wasn’t what you were expecting from him.
“Outside. Now.” He was rough and demanding, more so that usual and it set your blood on fire.
The weather was perfectly warm against your skin, adding to the heat of the moment. Felix dropped into a chair and splayed out, looking incredible in his suit. Your mouth went dry.
He patted his lap, eyes devouring you. “Sit.”
Feeling severely underdressed and exposed compared to him, you still followed his command. You sank into his lap and he hummed in satisfaction at the contact.
His right hand slid up your side and gently grabbed your throat, forcing you to lay back on his shoulder.
“Do you feel what you do to me?” He hissed into your ear, rolling his hips up and letting you feel that evidence. Your breath hitched and he chuckled darkly.
His hands started a slow journey, feeling you, tracing your curves, like he was learning you for the first time. His fingers traced along the edge of the black lace covering your chest and you heard his breathing quicken. He twitched beneath you and you arched to meet him.
“I don’t think so,” he breathed, using his arm to brace you, holding you still against him. “It’s my turn. You don’t get to move.” His lips met your skin at your throat, and they matched the pace of his hands, Slow, precise, like he was learning every reaction. Your bra fell to the floor as he unhooked it in one swift movement. The hand that was bracing you pulled both of your arms behind your back and he held them in one of his.
His free one continued its journey across your breasts, teasing and rolling your nipples between his fingers. It was hard not to move and you were gasping beneath his touch. His tongue and teeth continued to trace along your neck and ear, exploring and making you feel like you were going to lose it if he didn’t touch you soon.
“It’s just payback, love.” His hand finally started working its way lower. When his fingers brushed along the black lace, you thought you were going to explode already. Your hips bucked up to meet him and he pulled his hand away.
“No, no, no,” he whispered against your skin. He let you sit in that tension for a moment. “Promise to be good?”
Unable to speak coherently, you nod and he returns to between your thighs. He pushed the lace to the side and brushed along your core. You gasped and help still, unable to breathe through the effort it took to hold still. He entered you with two fingers, curling up to hit the perfect spot to make you cry out. His other hand tightened on your wrists, keeping you still. He’s twitching beneath you.
He starts moving in and out at a perfect pace, using his thumb to brush along your bunch of nerves and you start shaking, close to falling over the edge already. Right as you start to tighten around his fingers, he pulls out and stops touching you. You sob in frustration. He’s still holding you in place.
He brings his now free hand to his lips and sucks on them, groaning in pleasure at the taste, tormenting you more.
When he’s cleaned them thoroughly, he brings them back down your body, entering you again, quicker this time. More demanding. Insistent. Bringing you right back to that edge again before removing his fingers again.
Tears start falling from your eyes now as he teases you to the brink two more times, denying you the relief you’re desperately craving.
“Good girl,” he moans against your skin, releasing your hands and pushing you forward enough to undo his pants. He springs free, hard and leaking. Your mouth waters at the sight.
He pulls you onto him and you both groan at the feeling of him finally filling you. He’s allowing you to move now and you’re sure you’ve woken half of the hotel with your noise by now, but you’re unable to care. He’s fucking up into you, one hand resting against your throat, and the other going to play between your legs, pushing you right back to the edge.
You flutter around him and he throws his head back now, your name falling from his mouth.
“Fuck, Felix, please…” You’re breathless now. Your body tightening and reaching the point of no return. You cry out as you fall over that ledge, pulsing around him. He follows you over, biting down gently on your shoulder to keep his moans down.
You both relax into the chair as you come down. He’s kissing you gently all over your shoulder. Your breathing evens out and you both take in the beautiful night around you for a few moments, neither one of you ready for the night to end just yet.