“Come on, old man. Get inside me. Please.”
His nostrils flare, eyes darkening. Yeah, bastard loves when I beg. And while I used to hate doing it, I kind of enjoy his reaction when I do it. So, maybe I beg on purpose now.
Not that he needs to know.
He squirts the liquid into his palm, but instead of slicking it over his shaft, he slicks it over mine. “Rex?”
“Shut up, Devon.” He jerks me off, making my dick a hard, loppy, lube-covered mess. He squirts more into his other hand that reaches below to his ass and his lashes flutter. “Fuck, so good.”
“Rex, fuck me.” I need more than him jerking me off. “Please. I can’t wait anymore.”
But instead, he releases my dick and straddles me, leaning over and brushing his lips against mine. I bite his bottom one, sucking it between my teeth.
I’m still awkward at kissing. This is only my second kiss. Well, passionate kiss. Rex has given me light kisses over the past two days. Being careful with me.
Seriously, hate that shit.
“Rex, I fucking swear. Fuck me now, dammit.”
He kisses me hard, and I moan into his mouth. He grips my dick and my tip presses on something. On him. “Oh, fuck.”
Slowly, he grits his teeth and sinks down until I push past the tight ring of muscle. The warmth, the sensation, is too much, and I buck upward.
“Fuck!” Rex’s whole body tenses.
Shit.
I didn’t mean to go so fast. We've just never done this. He always fucks my ass.
When I try to pull back, his hand goes around my throat and he squeezes. “Don’t. Fuckin’. Move.”
“Sorry.” I have no clue when the last time someone fucked him, but it doesn’t matter. I still need time to adjust, and we fuck almost every day. “Did I hurt you?”
His forehead rests against mine, eyes closed, as he takes in deep breaths. “Just give me a second.”
“Rex?”
“I’m fine, Devon.”
Buried inside him, something snaps inside me. But not in a broken sense. More like a puzzle piece that found where it’s supposed to go. Found where it fits.
After another moment, he rocks and my hands slide up his thick, muscular thighs to his waist.
My dick starts twitching. He’s so warm, so tight. “Think I’m gonna—”
“Don’t you fuckin’ dare. Not yet.”
I thrust up.
“Boy, just lay there.”
“Like fuck.”
“Don’t need you getting dizzy and passing out. You wanted to fuck. We are.”
I growl, my fingers digging into his hips. But instead of being stubborn, I concentrate on the feel of him around me. How he clenches and milks my dick.
“Fuck, Dev. Your cock feels so good.” His grip on my throat tightens as he rides me. “You gonna come in me? Make me yours?”
