“See, no condoms required.” I grabbed his hand and led him further into his house. “Bed or couch, make your choice.”
A heated look flared through Rex’s expression, and he licked his lip before giving me his answer. “Bed.”
“Then lead the way,” I said, stepping out of my shoes. I narrowly avoided Danish, who had appeared suddenly and started following us to the bedroom. When we arrived, Rex apologized to the dog before shutting the door.
“I let him on the bed to sleep. Some people hate it.” He looked nervous again, and I did my best to defuse his tension.
“Some people are stupid,” I told him as I went back to unbuttoning his shirt. “God, look at you.”
I exhaled at the sight of his bare chest. He looked soft in the best way. Thick pecs and a slightly round stomach. His chest was furry, but the hair thinned out to a dark treasure trail.
I shoved his shirt down his shoulders and tugged it off him. Rex tossed it aside, the only mess in the neat-as-a-pin bedroom. The bed had been made and there was no laundry on the floor. No stack of half-eaten snacks on the bedside table. Were it not for the stack of books and the reading glasses, I might have thought he brought me to a guest room.
“You’re sexy as fuck. Can I call you Doctor Patterson, or is that weird?”
My comment seemed to do the trick and Rex laughed, releasing some of his nervous tension.
“Please don’t. If you want to role play, we can, but I’m probably not good at it.” Rex looked at my mouth for a minute before reluctantly lifting his gaze again to meet mine.
My eyes narrowed, and I pressed my hands against his chest, moving him back until he hit the bed and sat down on the edge of it. Then it was my turn to take my shirt off. I watched Rex watch me undo the buttons, one at a time, going slowly.
He looked at me like he was lost in a desert, and I was a tall glass of water. With my shirt off, I stepped between his legs, parting them with a gentle nudge of my knee. I cradled his face in my hands and stared down at him.
“If I do anything you don’t like, you can tell me to stop.”
Rex let out a dry laugh. “I don’t think that’s going to be an issue.”
I leaned down and brushed my lips against his. Once. Twice. “Fingers crossed.” Three times.
SEVENTEEN
REX
Perry loomed above me,his soft hair falling in his face as he looked down at me. His expression held a hint of mischief. I shivered when his fingers scraped my scalp. Honestly, it blew my mind a little that Perry, who could have whomever he wanted, was here, wanting me. If it was a dream, it was a very convincing one because I could feel the need pouring off of Perry, feeding into my own.
Perry’s kisses were dangerous, because when he kissed me, nothing else existed except the press of his lips and the way his tongue slipped into my mouth. Careful at first, then slowly becoming more insistent. Perry kissed me deep, licking all the way back to my tonsils, and I was powerless to do anything but follow his lead. Right about now, he could steer us off a cliff, and I’d happily tag along.
I was panting when he broke away, his pupils wide like saucers as he sank to his knees between my legs. With an ease that I envied, he grinned at me, completely comfortable in his skin in a way that I’d never quite managed. Perry was slim andtrim, and I wanted to touch him. His chest was bare but for the hint of stubble there. I reached for him, my fingers dancing along his chest.
"Doesn't that itch when it grows back?”
He laughed and pulled me in for a quick kiss. I could feel his smile pressed against my mouth.
“Sometimes. I shave it for work.”
His hands skimmed down my chest, his fingertips gently gliding through my chest hair. “Sometimes I hate doing it.”
“So don’t. You’re sexy as fuck, but you’d be just as sexy with your chest hair as you are without it.”
Perry’s smile gentled, and he placed a hand on my sternum, making me lean back so he could pop the button of my pants and tug my zipper down. When he grabbed the waistband, I lifted my ass a little to make it easier for him to undress me. He pulled my pants all the way down and freed my legs one at a time.
His hands slid up my shins, then my thighs. He leaned in, his smoldering gaze lifting to meet mine, and I nearly melted from the intensity of it. He leaned in more and nuzzled the base of my cock. He went a bit lower and suddenly there was a mouth, hot and wet and soft, caressing my sac. A tongue teased my balls before sliding up the underside of my cock.
My eyes rolled into the back of my head, and I had to work to keep myself upright because I was already boneless, wanting nothing more than to lie back and luxuriate under his ministrations. But I couldn’t look away from him for more than a second or two. I’d been attracted to Perry right from the beginning, and my attraction had only grown over the past few weeks as we got to know one another.
His tongue swirled around the head of my cock, teasing my slit, toying with me before taking me deeper. I reached for him, needing to touch him. My hand sank into his hair, which was even silkier than it looked. But Perry… he touched meeverywhere. His hands explored my body as he sucked me. He teased my nipples, twisting them gently, and not so gently when I let out a particularly needy whimper.
His other hand stroked my shaft, he put his hands on my thighs, and his gaze flicked up to meet mine. In the next second, he swallowed me down to the root. I watched my cock slide into his mouth, inch by inch until he was all the way down, his nose pressed against my pubic bone.
