Brett closed his eyes, grateful he hadn’t realised because he wouldn’t have been able to concentrate if he had.
“And I’ll continue to wear it every day so this can happen whenever we need it.”
Brett inhaled a shuddering breath and increased his rhythm. “From now on, don’t make a sound. No matter what I do, be quiet. No one can know we’re here.”
Felix gave a bitten-off gasp when Brett slammed against him. Well, as much as he could in their positions. If no one heard them, it would be a miracle. He continued to stroke Felix as he moved faster, his need to make Felix come before he did a necessity. Changing positions slightly, he felt Felix tense and knew he’d hit the right spot.
“Ah, right there, huh?” he whispered, making sure he didn’t move from that point. “Come, Felix. I want you to come into my hand so I can feed it to you. And you’ll lick up every drop. We don’t want any mess on our wedding outfits, do we?” Felix’s hand tightened on Brett’s, and his ass clenched. Not quite there but nearly. “I want to fill your ass with my come and then push the plug back in for you to keep all day. We can’t have it leaking out of your ass, now, can we? You’ll end up with a wet patch for everyone to see. And everyone will know you’ve just been reamed.”
Felix’s cock trembled in his hand, and Brett let go of his hand and cupped the front of his dick, still stroking. He stopped the in and out of his cock in Felix’s ass, and instead, did tiny pumps right against his prostate. Felix turned his head into Brett’s neck as much as he could in their positions and came. Brettbreathed through it, his body wanting to follow, but he wanted to remember and store away every piece of information he could about Felix’s experience before he did—in case he didn’t get it again.
“Well done, Felix,” he murmured once his body slumped against him. “Now for your job.” Brett held his hand to Felix’s mouth, and the man slurped and licked until it was clean. His blood heated, and his hand returned to Felix’s dick, even though it was unlikely he would come again. He wouldn’t stroke, just hold, but he wanted to feel it when he came inside him.
“My turn,” he growled.
He began thrusting again, small movements to get him where he needed, and it didn’t take long; he doubted it ever would when it was Felix. He buried his nose in his neck and inhaled, the scent of him and sex sending him over the edge. He was aware of everything and didn’t lose track of where they were or what they were doing, but heat flooded his system, making him extra sensitive to everything.
When his body returned to some semblance of calm, he still held deep, removing the plug from his pocket where he’d stored it, knowing what he needed it for. He tightened his hold on Felix.
“This is going back in your ass now, and you will keep it inside you until you have finished with your day and gone home. Only then will you remove it and feel my come leaking from your ass. Understand?”
“Yes, Sir.”
As much as he wanted to stay where he was, with his cock deep inside the man, he withdrew. He leaned back, after making sure Felix could stand, and crouched. Spreading Felix’s ass cheeks, he watched as his fluid seeped out, and without a second thought, licked him cleaned. The pucker fluttered, and Felix gasped. Brett wanted more, but he couldn’t. They’d run out of time. With a final lick, he pressed the plug to the hole andpushed gently. Felix bore down without a word until the very end when Brett settled it fully. Then Felix groaned low and long, barely audible, but it flooded Brett’s body with more endorphins than he knew what to do with.
Instead of doing what he wanted, he stood and pulled Felix’s underwear and trousers up, settling them into place, then he reached around and fastened them before seeing to his own.
Taking a breath, he said, “Let’s finish the sweep.”
As heartless as he sounded, he couldn’t do anything more right then. He wanted to kiss him, to soothe him, to bring him down again, but if he did, he’d lose his self-control—he’d lose himself—and they had work to do.
“Yes, boss.”
The switch from sir to boss was sharp, but he understood it and couldn’t begrudge Felix his annoyance. In his place, Brett would be annoyed as well. Reaching for the earpieces, he handed Felix’s back.
“Back online,” Brett said. “Anything I need to know?”
“All clear,” several voices came back, and he exhaled.
He met Felix’s gaze, dropped his gaze to his lips, and then looked away. “Let’s go.”
Felix fell in behind him, and they continued through the chapel, ensuring everything was in place. After the final walk-through, they headed back to Sec HQ for a gathering of all but a few guards—the rest of them keeping watch to ensure nothing happened to the chapel before they got there.
He went through the plan one more time, not that anyone needed him to, and set the guards to their relevant places. Felix held back but then followed the others out of the room. It gave him two seconds to breathe before he followed.
He and Felix headed to the suite that Christian and Oscar were using to get ready. He knocked and entered when Christiancalled out. Sticking his head in the door, he said, “We’re outside when you’re ready to go.”
“Thanks, Brett.”
He shut the door again and stepped into place on the other side of the door to Felix. They stood straight and silent, eyes scanning the area, never once meeting each other’s gaze. While it wasn’t strained as such, it was difficult to keep quiet—something Brett had always found easy. He wanted both reassurance and to reassure, but it wouldn’t change the fact that he hadn’t done anything after they’d had sex except run. He cleared his throat but couldn’t find the words, so he gave up. Perhaps it was for the best.
“All guests are seated,” Dominic said in his ear. “We’re just awaiting the prince and his entourage now.”
Meaning, the princes and the king, with their relevant partners, were waiting to go. “Set the wheels in motion.” He went to the door and knocked again, repeating the same actions.
“We have the all clear to leave.”
“We’re ready.”