"Look at you, desperate and leaking for me."
His tongue teases just under the crown, shooting sparks of pleasure through me.
"Your mouth, please!" I cry out, fingers gripping his arm like desperate claws.
He chuckles. “Damn, Dev. Begging without a fight.”
“Rex, please. Need your mouth.” I’m fucking into his palms, trying to push between his lips. “Need you. Please.”
"Good boy, asking so nice." He engulfs my entire shaft, sucking me hard, his tongue swiping all over my hardened flesh.
I shout wordlessly, back arching as I start pulsing down his throat. He groans and swallows every spurt, prolonging my climax until I'm a mess of whimpers and trembling muscles beneath him.
He finally pulls off and sits back, looking all smug. “Always blowing your load for me so fast.”
My chest is heaving as I try to catch my breath. When the bastard meets my eyes and licks cum off his lip, I turn away, my cheeks burning.
He’s right.
I do shoot off fast and easy for him every damn time. Even when I try to hold back, I can’t. Rex turns me into a whimpering, writhing mess with just a touch.
I throw my arm over my face, but his hands settle on my thighs, warm and steady as hell. "No hiding. Didn’t mean to make you feel uncomfortable."
I nod but keep my arm there.
“Dev, stop hiding.” When I don’t move, he drags my knees up, exposing my asshole. “Baby boy, need you to stop feeling so insecure in bed. Don’t feel like anything’s wrong with you. You’re fuckin’ perfect.”
I shudder at his words and move my arm, grabbing the back of my knees to hold myself in position, but as I do, my father’s hateful nagging words return.
I wish my old man’s voice would disappear for good, leave me alone for once in my life.
Rex's calloused palm glides down my chest in a soothing motion. "Focus on me now. Don't let anything else distract you."
His gravelly voice commands my attention as his steady hand continues its calming path along my heated skin. Meeting his intense but earnest gaze, I give a small nod.
I close my eyes and take a breath, zeroing in on his touch, his smell, waiting to feel his fingers.
But instead he feathers his tongue over my hole, the touch hot and wet. “Holy fucking shit. Oh…fuck.”
He continues to lap and suck my rim, making me a panting mess, saliva dripping down the crease of my ass onto the mattress. His tongue spears me and I push into him, shuddering. “Oh, yes . . . Rex!”
Bastard pulls away, leaving me sloppy and empty and I can’t help but whine.
He plants his arms on either side of me, then pushes in, breaching my tight rim inch by slow inch until he's fully seated. My eyes drift shut when he pulls out just as gradually until only the tip remains inside.
"Ready?"
I nod, but nothing happens.
When I crack my eyes open, Rex's face is just inches away, brows raised as he waits for my answer.
Asshole.
My eyes narrow, top of my lip twitching into a little snarl. Seriously, I fucking hate eye contact.
He smirks. "There's that defiant glare, the utter mutiny I love."
My scowl deepens. Rex lives to provoke me, to tear down my walls piece by piece.
