Don’t push, I silently begged, winding my arms around him now so I could plaster my body against his and convince him that this had to happen. I needed it to happen. Needed him.
“Perry,” Rex said my name in between kisses. In between sliding his hands up my back and pulling me close and somehow steering me away from the front door without me noticing we’d moved at all. Time and space had no meaning when he was close enough for me to feel the thrum of his heart through his chest and the puff of his breath on my cheek.
“Perry,” he said again. “Are you sure? Because we don’t have to.”
He trembled as he held me, like his lust was shaking him apart and telling me we could stop, that we didn’t have to do anything, came at a great personal cost to him. But he’d pay the price if I said stop. He’d probably kiss my cheek and back away slowly. Take a few deep breaths and offer me a glass of water. And when he was alone, he’d jump in a cold shower and rinse this off like it was just a dream.
To answer him, I held the back of his head and pulled him down to me again. This time, I kissed him softer and slower, with more intention than the fevered whim of a kiss flung at him as I barged into his house.
Rex let out a groan and then his hands were everywhere, in my hair as he tilted my head and delved his tongue into my mouth again with unleashed hunger. They slid down my back and up my sides and down to my ass, caressing me like he was trying to learn the shape of me. Pressed against me was the rock-solid proof of his arousal.
I’d seen more than my fair share of dick, but I couldn’t remember the last time I was curious about what was in someone’s pants. A dick was a dick. Some were bigger than others. Some had owners who knew how to use them, and some didn’t. But Rex’s was a mystery. A treat that I wanted to unwrap.
But not yet.
Right now, I was floating away. Rex had kissed me dizzy, and now he worked his way down my neck, a fresh breath of air hitting my lungs making my head spin.
“You came back,” Rex said, his voice tinged with disbelief even though I was right there in front of him.
I didn’t have a good response to that, so I kissed him again. Because what I really wanted to say was that I’d always come back to him, but it was too soon for words like always to be thrown around.Alwayswas hardly a casual sort of word, and that wasn’t the kind of promise you made someone in the heat of the moment.
“I couldn’t stay away,” was what I settled on saying.
Rex kissed my neck again. We were still standing in his entryway, making out and groping like a pair of horny teenagers.
“I’m glad,” Rex said, yet he paused and I felt a but coming on.
I’m glad you came, but we have to stop.
I’m glad you came, but you need to go.
“But I don’t have any supplies. I mean, I have lube, but no protection. I haven’t been tested in a while, but I also haven’t had sex in a while. I was fine last time I was tested.”
My heart did a funny little swoop like it was gloating that I was wrong about what Rex was going to say.
“I’m tested regularly, and my results are negative across the board, but I can rock your world in so many ways that don’t involve us needing condoms at all.”
Something flashed in Rex’s eyes. A hint of raw want mixed with a gentle kind of vulnerability. I made my hands go still,and I stopped my body from its slow grind against his and for a second, we just breathed.
“Does my experience bother you?” The million-dollar question was out in the open, and Rex shook his head.
“No. It’s my inexperience that bothers me. I… don’t want to disappoint you.”
“Isn’t that the same thing?”
He drew me closer. “No. Because I’d feel this way if you were a celibate accountant who hadn’t touched another man’s dick in a decade.”
All the things Rex had told me about himself and his bedroom life came flooding back. The way men wanted certain things from him. The way they probably wanted him to be in charge and make all the moves and take care of everyone’s pleasure. But he didn’t have to be that way with me.
“Well, I’m not a celibate accountant, and I won’t tell you when the last time I touched another man’s dick was unless that sort of thing gets you off.” As I spoke, I slowly unbuttoned his shirt, not bothering to look at the buttons. Instead, I kept my eyes trained on his face. “But I’d love for you to sit back and let me devour you.”
Rex’s hands flexed, his fingers biting into my sides again. I fucking loved the way that felt kind of possessive. Like he was claiming me with his body regardless of what his brain might be saying about the whole thing.
I kissed the column of his throat. Slid a hand down his front, skimming the bulge in his pants. He moaned and his body arched into my touch. Something I learned in my line of work was how to set expectations before a scene. Who would do what, and when, and what kinds of things were okay and what things were off-limits. This wasn’t work by any stretch of the imagination, but I still found myself drawing on that experience.
“I want to strip you bare, and then I want to kiss you everywhere. I want to make you come with my hands or my mouth, and I want to grind against you. I want to stroke our cocks together. I want to see how they fit.”
Rex took a tiny step backward, putting just a little distance between us. “If you keep talking like that, I’m going to come in my pants.”
