I yawn big, letting my eyes fall shut. Rex's steady warmth along my back keeps me cozy as I start drifting off.
Maybe this cuddly sleep stuff ain't so bad.
Chapter 3
Wanderinghandsjoltmeawake. I'm barely conscious but my stupid dick is already getting hard. Wish I could say it’s from the orgasm denial, but I swear the traitorous appendage does it for Rex.
I grumble, then try to wiggle away. "No. Still tired."
But "no" ain't ever in his vocabulary.
He drags me back against his chest, scratchy beard brushing my neck as he kisses my jaw. "Rise and shine, boy." His hand is already shoving into my pants.
"Don't want to." But I’m already hard and throbbing under his palm. "I'm sore as hell from you railing me yesterday morning."
He stills for a second, then out of nowhere, he reaches around and pinches the back of my thigh hard enough to sting.
"Ow! The hell was that for?" I try to jerk away, but he's got me locked in place.
"You know I can tell when you're lying." His voice rumbles low in my ear.
I huff, glaring at the peeling wallpaper across from me. "Cannot."
Another pinch makes me yelp, this time right on my ass. Before I can properly cuss him out, Rex has me flipped onto my back. He undresses me and tosses my clothes to the floor, leaving me bare and exposed. "Can too. And just for that, you get a special surprise now."
I glare up at him even as heat swirls in my gut. "Great. Can't wait."
"Smart ass."
A click of the lube bottle cap echoes loud in the quiet room, then he disappears under the blankets, maneuvering me how he likes. I bite my lip, stifling a groan as his fingers tease my asshole.
"Can't be helped," he says, barely stifling a laugh as he pushes two fingers inside.
He works them in and out slowly, and the cold lube warms up quickly as he works me open. I grunt, unable to stop my hips from bucking, from visible pleading for more friction.
He releases another chuckle as he shoves his fingers in deep, then curls them right against my sweet spot. “My boy is so fuckin’ sensitive.”
“Fuck!” I arch off the bed, but he just keeps rubbing that spot relentlessly.
"What was it you said yesterday? Something that started with a P?"
I shake my head, biting into my lip even as intense heat floods my groin like a lava flow from hell. Not begging. No way.
Too soon, he adds a third finger, stretching me wide, then finger-fucks me until I'm a moaning, trembling mess.
I’m glad he’s under the blankets, otherwise he’d be watching my reactions. Rex loves eye contact, but I can’t stand it.
I stare stubbornly at the ceiling, biting back every whimper and plea, wanting to escape.
He yanks his fingers free, leaving me empty and aching.
The mattress shifts as he flings the blanket off to get into position, then he nudges his slick cockhead against my hole, exhaling shakily as he pushes inside.
"Fuck, you feel so damn good." He groans, his thumb rubbing my rim. Another thing he likes to do whenever he’s inside me.
He rolls his hips slow, letting me adjust before his hands clamp my hips in a vice grip. We rock together, his cock gliding smoother now.
I choke back a moan, fingers knotting in the sheets. Gotta stay quiet. I can't let him hear how wrecked I already am. But he knows my body too damn well by now.
