Housewife Zaney Part 3 - Asa & Felix (Patreon)

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“…then—oh, holy fuck—she said it was a ‘bold choice of color—,” Felix said in a haughty accent, breath breaking in the middle as he sank down onto Asa’s lube-slick fingers. “—for someone my age,” he finished breathlessly. “My age! Like I’m—Oh fuck, right there—like I’m thirty-five or something.”

Asa gasped in mock horror. “Not thirty-five.” 

“Shut up.” 

Asa’s hand wrapped around Felix’s throat, not squeezing, just holding him in place, forcing him to meet his gaze. “What was that?” 

“I said ‘shut up’” Felix taunted. “What are you gonna do about it?” 

“If you were Zaney I’d slap your face and spit in your mouth,” Asa growled. “Then fuck you raw until you cried.” 

Felix didn’t have a pain fetish, but his cock twitched at Asa’s bold words and they both saw it. 

Asa arched his brow, tightening his grip on Felix’s throat. “Oh, really?” 

“Try it and I’ll castrate you with my fingernails,” Felix spat. 

His words lost their bite a moment later as Asa twisted his fingers inside Felix and he whimpered high and loud, earning a low rumble of satisfaction from his sadistic playmate. 

It was no secret to anyone that Asa liked to play with his food before he ate it. Felix had learned that long ago. Once upon a time, Felix’s own husband had been on Asa’s plate and he’d loved every moment of it. He even made Felix recreate some of the scenarios he’d played out with Asa when they were too young and dumb to know what they were doing was something others found…tab00. 

But Asa didn’t just like to play, he liked to watch the effect he had on his prey, whether that was fear or pleasure, or pain. Like now. Asa forced a third finger in with the first two before Felix was ready, knocking a cry loose. The burn was sharp, radiating, his body reeling from being stretched too far too fast. Felix’s face twisted into a grimace, teeth bared. 

He dug his nails into Asa’s bare chest, not enough to break skin but enough to pull a hiss from him. 

Felix watched with some satisfaction as red lines bloomed in Felix’s wake. This was just how sex was between him and Asa. Two animals fighting for dominance. A wolf and a tiger circling each other, biting and tearing at each other, Felix pretending he stood a chance against Asa, but both knowing he’d give in at the end. 

That didn’t mean he didn’t enjoy the fight. It was all part of the fun. This was his and Asa’s love language. 

This and gossip. 

Felix often bitched to Asa when he needed to be really catty. Zaney was his best friend, one of the three loves of his life, but he always tried to find the best in people. And Avi…Well, Avi went out of his way to make Felix feel better, of course, but never really joined him in the truly childish and borderline deranged way he needed. 

Only Asa was willing to be as petty, mean and evil as Felix was when it came to everyday people in their lives and it fed the darkest most venomous part of Felix in a way he couldn’t put into words. It was the sexiest thing about Asa in Felix’s humble opinion. 

They’d started their conversation as soon as they’d gotten in the car, knowing time was of the essence. It had started with a recap of last Thursday’s PTA meeting—or as Zaney called it, the real housewives of Primrose Country Day School. It was a clash of personalities every single time. The power suit—moms with their tablets and neverending meetings—That was Felix’s group. The yoga moms with their yogis and crystals and lotus tramp stamps. The trad wives with their Selkie dresses and Stepford stares. And finally the old money moms who tried to act above it all while secretly trying to wrestle all the power for themselves. 

Every meeting was spent duking it out over bake sales and car washes all while trying to assert their dominance. Felix couldn’t understand why a school whose tuition cost the same yearly as a new Land Rover needed fund raisers in the first place, but that was neither here nor there, he supposed. Felix and Zane were not the only gay dads amongst the PTA parents, there was Darius—who’d somehow been made an honorary trad wife—and Joel, who was one of the queen bees of the old money moms. His father had invented frozen waffles or something equally inane. 

They were the only gay dads in a poly relationship but that only made them more intriguing to the real housewives of PCDS, not less. The last name Mulvaney still carried more weight and nobody wanted to be on the bad side of Thomas Mulvaney. Not even Joel and his waffles…or whatever breakfast food his great-great grandfather had invented. 

No, there was only one person who wasn’t afraid of the name Mulvaney. Felix’s current nemesis: Patrice Schroding. 

Patrice was the current trophy wife of CEO, Drake Schroding, who ran a tech company that was currently under investigation for some very shady monopoly allegations. She’d swept into Primrose with carrot red hair, a fake tan and freckles Felix just knew had been tattooed on. She had immediately barged her way into the old money mom group name dropping left and right and making veiled threats and insinuations anytime anyone dared to question her suspicious…petigree.

Felix had refused to back down though. Not that he cared who her family was. He had no room to talk when it came to what these women referred to as pedigree, like they were all pomeranians instead of people. He’d never cared until Patrice started making borderline racist comments about his children and commenting about the twins ‘real mom’. 

That was when Felix had put Calliope on the case. Seeing as how her wife’s eggs were the mom in question, she had even more motivation to help Felix in his revenge plot. It only took about twenty-minutes before Calliope had confirmed that Patrice Schroding was not a salt heiress as she’d claimed but a girl named Patty Kowalski from some place in Queens. 

Patty was a former midnight ballerina and paid escort who had clearly seen a sucker in Drake Schroding. It had only taken six months and one conveniently dead wife and she’d traded in her clear heels for vintage Chanel and his dead wife’s favorite pearls. 

Felix had hoped Calliope would find evidence she’d tossed the previous Mrs Schroding down a flight of stairs or something so he could torture her for real, but no such luck. The original Mrs. Schroding had an unfortunate reaction to anesthesia during a facelift. Which still seemed weirdly suspicious to Felix but maybe it was his wishful thinking. 

Oh well. He had all of this info in his back pocket, saving it for the perfect moment to ruin that bitch. But until then he was going to seeth, just not quietly. 

They’d arrived at the garage for Felix’s lecture before he could finish his diatribe on all the ways he hated Patrice, so they’d decided to multitask. Now, there was a tube of lube on the dashboard, an unopened condom in the passenger seat and Felix seated on Asa’s lap…and his fingers.

Felix gasped as Asa curled said fingers, massaging that bundle of nerves until tears pricked the back of his eyes. 

“Do that again,” he moaned.

Asa complied. “Which one is this Patrice bitch again? Is she that pickle-faced cunt with the fake tits and the chicklet teeth,” he asked.

“Which one?” Felix asked on a breathless laugh. “They all have fake tits and veneers.” Before Asa could answer, Felix registered the insult. “Pickle-faced?” 

He rolled his hips, fucking himself on Asa’s digits, clamping down on his lower lip to bite back another low, throaty sound. 

Asa shrugged, eyes still locked on Felix’s face. 

Asa did love to watch.

“I heard Jet say it the other day and liked the imagery it evoked,” Asa admitted, eyes dropping to Felix’s flushed bare chest, licking his lower lip as he checked him out in an obvious manner that made Felix hot all over. “Very descriptive.” 

The intensity of Asa’s gaze always made him feel sexy. Asa didn’t say things he didn’t mean, he didn’t phone in compliments to make people feel better. If he said something nice, he meant it. 

Felix’s thighs burned where he straddled Asa, hovering just enough to give his hand room to move. Felix was already naked from the waist down, having wiggled free of his pants with one sharp look and a one word command from Asa. “Strip.” 

Asa had pulled his pants and underwear down only enough to free his cock, which was straining and wet at the tip, making Felix’s mouth water. Maybe he should have just blown him? Asa and Avi were identical in every way, even their dicks, but how they used it was night and day. 

Felix ran his palms down Asa’s chest. He’d unbuttoned his shirt to avoid any stains, but his tie was still firmly around his neck. He looked good enough to eat, like Avi in a business suit but far more…menacing than Felix’s own golden retriever husband.

Felix gripped the wheel behind him with both hands, using the leverage to fuck himself on Asa’s fingers. “I hope Jet isn’t throw—Oh, yes—throwing around—Jesus, do that again—the c-word.”

Asa chuckled, twisting his fingers inside Felix once more making his vision tunnel and his cock leak copiously onto his belly and the car seat. Asa caught the liquid on his finger, then rubbed it over Felix’s lips like chapstick. His tongue darted out to lick the taste without thought, enjoying the bitterness on his tongue.

“He spends so much time with Jericho’s older kids at the garage, I’m surprised he hasn’t started complaining about overtime and pushing for union rates,” Asa said.

Felix smiled, grabbing the condom from the passenger seat, ripping it open with his teeth before using both hands to roll it over Asa’s hard cock, then stroking him for far longer than necessary, just to hear the catch of his breath. There was something so powerful about watching a predator lose their cool.

“She is pickle-faced,” Felix agreed. “That’s actually a perfect description for her sour puss. I can’t wait to out her to the whole PTA. The old money moms will have a stroke when they see who they’ve let in.”

“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 he 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. 

“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 it 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 tongue.

“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 his 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 him. They were in the back of the garage but it was rapidly filling. People going from their cars to the elevators 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 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 his cock pressed against his already abused rim.

“Hop on, kitten. We’re in 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.” 

“Someone’s needy today,” Asa mused, gripping Felix’s hips and driving up into him, stealing his breath.

Felix’s chest burned. “So what? Can’t I have an insecure day?”

“No,” Asa growled.

Felix’s eyes flew open, meeting Asa’s. “No?”

“No. You have nothing to be insecure about. You’re hot, smart, dangerous as fuck, famous, talented, and married to the two most unattainable Mulvaney siblings and the world’s most adorable YouTube journalist. You also have two babies that worship you and my husband who thinks the sun rises and sets on you and who would probably—maybe—choose you over me in a divorce. He’d definitely choose the kids.”

“Not true,” Felix moaned, hating how much Asa’s speech was working for him. 

He missed Avi. He missed Zane. He wanted them here with them. Wanted to watch Avi taking Zane apart, wanted to watch his eyes glaze over as they all played with him, wanted to suck Zane off or fuck him while someone fucked him. He loved his family. He loved his life. 

“Don’t let some skank try to drive you out of the PTA. Go in there and take it over. In a few months the boys will be at St. Aggie’s anyway and nobody would dare try to go against us there. We practically own that place. You can be queen bee if you want.”

Felix’s thighs were burning already, but the tears he blinked away had less to do with his muscles and more to do with Asa’s assessment of him. He didn’t know of Felix’s secret insecurities, or if he did, he never let on. And Felix usually preferred it that way. Asa always treated Felix as an equal. They all babied Zaney. That’s what he needed. He needed to be used to feel worthy. Needed to be babied afterwards to push away all the mean thoughts he had about himself.

But not Felix. He couldn’t abide anyone thinking that he wasn’t just as tough, just as confident, just as dangerous…even if it was all a lie. So hearing Asa say these things had him feeling things he couldn’t put into words. So he didn’t. He stopped thinking and just let himself feel.

Asa pulled him in for another kiss, this one slower, deeper, dirtier. He shifted them both so that Felix no longer had leverage, forcing him to take what Asa gave him. Which was all of it. Sometimes Felix forgot how strong Asa was until he was picking him up and dropping him down on his thick cock, dragging the head across his prostate with every movement until Felix was so blissed out he worried he might start drooling.

“Touch yourself, kitten. I’m gonna come soon,” Asa warned.

When Felix slow-blinked at him, Asa chuckled, then took Felix’s cock in hand, using his other arm to hold Felix still so he could drive up into him. As soon as Asa started stroking him, Felix’s mind went hazy, eyelids closed, giving over entirely to his own pleasure. He was so full. Sharp spikes of euphoria jolted through him with every sharp twist of Asa’s fist.

He could feel his orgasm coming, but he couldn’t even bring himself to warn Asa. Two firm pumps later and Felix’s vision whited out as he came over Asa’s fist, painting his belly. Asa didn’t slow, just worked him through his release before gripping both Felix’s hips so he could fuck him hard and fast.

There was no way the car wasn’t rocking like mad. Felix knew people were probably staring but he didn’t even care. He dropped his head to Asa’s shoulder letting him use him even when it started to hurt. Just when he was about to beg him to finish, Asa grunted, burying his face in Felix’s neck and biting down hard until he cried out.

Felix could feel Asa throbbing within him as he came, He wished they were home so they could have done this without a condom. It was Felix’s one weakness when it came to sex. He liked to feel claimed, bred, filled to the brim. He and Zaney had that in common.

Asa didn’t immediately toss Felix off of him to get dressed. Instead, he just let him lay there, rubbing his back for a bit.

Eventually, he cleared his throat. “What time is your lecture?”

“Nine,” Felix said around a heavy sigh. “Your meeting?”

“Nine-thirty.”

Felix nodded, then sat up. Asa held the base of the condom as Felix slipped off of him and into the passenger seat. They both used the wet wipes to clean up, then dressed in comfortable silence.

Once they were dressed, Asa watched as Felix fixed his makeup in the car, then ensured his hair didn’t look too disheveled. Even when he was satisfied that he looked fine, he lingered. 

“What’s wrong?” Asa asked, brows pinched. “Worried about your talk?” 

Felix shook his head. “I just want to go home and cuddle Zane and Avi.” 

“What time is your talk over?” Asa asked. 

“Eleven-ish, but then I have to mingle. So like noon?” 

“My meeting will be over by then. I’ll come get you and we can play hookey for the rest of the day.” 

Felix’s mood immediately brightened. “Really?” 

“Sure, why not? What's the point of running our own businesses if we can’t take a day off when we want?” Asa asked. 

“That’s a good point,” Felix said. 

Asa snorted. “I have them occasionally.” 

Felix rolled his eyes with a shake of his head. “I’m not even dignifying that with an answer. I’ll see you at noon.” 

“See you then,” Asa said. 

Felix was almost out of the car when he leaned back in and smacked a kiss on Asa’s lips. “Have a good meeting.” 

Asa looked a little startled but he nodded. “You–You too.” 

By the time Felix made it to the elevators, Asa’s car was gone, but Felix’s mood wasn’t. How could he be in a bad mood when his day had started with the people he loved and would end with it too. He led a charmed life. 

One that bitch Patrice could only dream of having. 

And that’s all that mattered.