The Taste Of Rebound Love

Part 7

Jack tried to tug his ankle out of Felix's grip, while chuckling out playfully.  "You should get that! I'd hate for you to 'miss' something important"!  Felix stashed his phone back into his pocket with an amused smirk, then dragged Jack closer by his ankle, lightly snipping out.  "You think your better then me? Is that is, you Irish bitch"?  A blush burned over Jack's cheeks as he mumbled out meekly.  "I didn't say it. I thought it... didn't say it".  A burst of laughter burst from him, as he tried to curl into a defensive ball.  Felix responded by quickly climbing onto the bed over Jack, trying to straighten him out across the bed!  Tightly gripping Jack's  thin wrists, he pinned them down against the mattress.  Jack twisted his wrists working them slowly out of Felix's grip!  Cursing loudly, Felix tried to regain his grip on Jack's wrists, while trying to find a way to keep Jack from sliding out between his legs!  With one last twist, Jack managed to twist his wrists free, then flipped onto his stomach to push himself out from under Felix's legs! Having older brothers and a lean body frame taught you how to escape to survive!

Thinking fast, Felix shifted to sit on Jack's back as he was crawling away!  Felix's weight had worked enough to pin Jack flat back to the mattress for the moment!  Huffing loudly, Jack thrashing hoping to shift Felix enough to escape the rest of the way, shouting back.  "UGH! Damn, your heavier then you look"!  Again, Felix snatched up Jack's wrists and pinned them to the mattress again but this time, he shifted all his weight to hold them to the spot!  Jack repositioned himself, trying to get onto all fours to gain leverage... but wound up just bent over under Felix!  Jack noticed the problem too late!  Felix shifted his leg right up between Jack's legs, lowering his body over Jack's back while keeping Jack's wrists pinned!  Felix had him trapped to the spot!  He couldn't sit up... he couldn't scoot back... and all his weight was resting on his own arms because Felix had his wrists!  Staying still beneath Felix, he was becoming to aware of the mans increasing warmth... but it felt strangely relaxing.

Felix lowered his head over Jack's shoulder, playfully teasing into his ear.  "Well, looks like you got yourself into quite a predicament. How does your irish ass plan to escape"?  Jack panted softly from the exertion, answering a little breathlessly.  "Give me a minute".  Felix chuckled so softly it was more like a purr.  Jack's mind was racing as he tried to analyze any possible means of escape... but the power to his brain shut off, when he felt Felix tenderly bite his throat!  The sensation of Felix's warm breath against his skin sent ripples of tingles throughout his every limb!  If Felix hadn't physically been keeping him on his knees, they would have weakly buckled!  Closing his eyes, Jack had no choice but to let his body go numb.  He felt like Felix's body was melting him down.  He felt so euphorically distracted, that he hadn't noticed that Felix was holding his wrists with only one hand now... until he felt where his other hand went.  It was snaking up the back of his shirt!  Jack felt like he was swimming in his own lust... or more accurately happily drowning in it! 

Felix pushed Jack's shirt up along his shoulders, pulling his lips away from his throat to trail kisses along his bare shoulders!  Jack let his forehead rest against his arm, biting his lip as Felix kept up the tender assault on his burning skin!  He couldn't believe his body had become so submissive from something so innocent!  Felix's hand passionately wrapped around Jack's stomach... slowly warming a trail across Jack's flesh.  Instinctively, Jack arched up against Felix as his palm stopped just above his pelvis.  If his hand slipped any lower, Felix was sure to feel the bulge that was testing the strength of his jeans.  His mind felt so cloudy, he couldn't decide if he wanted Felix to know or not...  If wasn't like his body was really trying very hard to hide how if felt.  When Jack felt Felix's hand slide to his belt, a soft moan escaped him.  He wasn't sure if he could mentally handle the added pleasure that would bring him.  He already felt like melting butter... if Felix slipped his hand THERE... he was sure he might just die from an overwhelming mix of embarrassment and pleasure!  Felix shifted over him a little more to press his soft lips right against his ear, whispering lustfully.  "Do you want me to stop"?

For a moment, Jack forgot how to talk.  His throat felt dry and he was kind of using his mouth to breathe!  Swallowing down a gulp of air, Jack could only manage to shake his head as his response.  Felix smiled against his ear, asking coolly as he slowly pulled Jack's belt buckle loose.  "Tell me what you want me to do".  Jack curled the blanket into his hands, he couldn't possibly answer that!  Couldn't Felix see he was suffering in pleasurable agony?  Besides, dirty talk wasn't his strong suite... He never knew what to say.  Felix slowly unbuttoned Jack's pants and slowly dragged the zipper down, asking his question again.  The sound of the zipper was more like an erotic countdown... What would Felix do if couldn't answer?  Would he do it, if he did?  Felix traced a teasing finger along the elastic of his underwear, asking yet again a little softer.  The new drop in Felix's tone, sent a shiver that traveled from his ear to the base of his spine!  Pushing his ass back against Felix's, he hoped it was enough of a hint.  Felix chuckled, moving his hand away from Jack's underwear to slide it up his torso!  It was like Felix's hand had it's own gravity, because as it traveled up Jack's chest... Jack's chest lowered down against the mattress!  Jack shifted to lay his cheek on the mattress.  While Felix started to casually stroke Jack's lightly hairy chest, he asked him seductively.  "Why suddenly so quiet? I imagined you as quite the vocalist in bed. Am I wrong"? 

Jack could feel his blush steadily burning the tops of his ears.  Felix loosened his hold on Jack's wrists, allowing him to drag the blanket that he had clutched in his fists, down to cover his face.  Chuckling to himself as he heard Jack muffled out a reply that was barely audible through the thick blanket.  "Fuck you".  To Be Continued...