“Came across a band of Carrionites once. A friend sacrificed herself, so the rest of us could get away. We failed to protect her.” He looks down at his forearm then back at me. “I wouldn’t have survived if they’d taken you from me too. Wouldn’t want to.”
My throat gets tight and my eyes grow wet.
I throw the rest of the protein bar at him. “Why do you have to make my eyes leak?”
“Such a brat.” He stares at me for a moment, something flittering across his face I can’t read, then he starts to get undressed.
My eyes travel over his body as he removes his clothes. He’s a bit thinner since getting sick, but still just as strong. And when my gaze falls to his erect dick, my mouth waters and a small whimper escapes.
“So fuckin’ needy.” He reaches down and unbuttons my jeans, then pulls them off along with my boxers. “Take the sweatshirt off.”
I sit up carefully, then tug it off before lying back down. For once, I’m not ashamed that I’m already hard for him.
He gets on the bed and flicks the cap of lube open. I swear the bastard scavenges for the stuff as if it’s as important as food. As much as we fuck, he never seems to run out of it.
I bite my bottom lip, hips already squirming. “Rex . . . hurry up.”
His brow raises. “Boy, watch that mouth.”
“Come on, old man. Get inside me. Please.”
His nostrils flare, eyes darkening. Yeah, the 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, sloppy, 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 time. 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. Then 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 entire 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?”
