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.
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.
“Fuck me already.” I start wiggling my hips beneath him. “Rex, fuck me, dammit.”
Without warning, his powerful hips snap forward, spearing his thick length back into me hard and fast. I cry out as the air is punched from my lungs.
“Let’s get rid of that attitude, shall we? Need to remind you who’s in control here.”
Before I can spit out a retort, he starts to rail me mercilessly. Each powerful drive knocks my breath away and lights up my nerves like fireworks.
The lewd sound of skin slapping fills the room as I cling to Rex’s broad shoulders, mouth falling open in ragged moans I don’t even try to muffle.
My body trembles on the knife’s edge. With Rex buried inside me, nothing else exists—no hateful words, just pure sensation.
He slows, reaching down and suddenly the burn of being stretched increases. “What the fuuu—”
I open my mouth to cry out when his finger presses against my prostrate as his dick fucks into me, but he crushes his lips to mine, swallowing the sound.
His lips are soft yet firm against my own. His tongue invades my mouth and . . . Shit. A strange, new heat pools in my gut.
Helpless to resist, I kiss him back clumsily, my inexperienced mouth fumbling against his talented one.
Everything tightens unbearably, my fingers digging into the skin of my thighs as I pull my legs farther apart, until I finally explode, shaking beneath him, moaning uncontrollably into our joined mouths as my second orgasm crashes over me, shattering in its intensity.
