I was in Rex’s bed because he wanted me there. My cock was in his mouth because he put it there. And my stupid heart was in his hands because I’d gone and caught feelings for him. I knew it was a dumb idea, and I let myself do it anyway. I could havewalled myself off and remained friendly but distant as per my usual M.O., but I hadn’t wanted to keep Rex at arm’s length.
What was he doing to me? Besides giving me the best head of my life.
Rex took his time with me. Working my cock deeper into his mouth with every passing minute. He seemed determined to take it all, and who was I to argue with an ambitious man?
At one point, he had to come up for air. He released my cock and sucked in a breath of air.
“You’re vers, right? Because this is something I need to experience,” he said, stroking my cock.
My pulse hammered in my skull like it was a drum being pounded from the inside.
Before I could answer, Rex took me back into his mouth again. This time he took my cock as deep as he could, which made him choke and gag. He pulled back and then tried it again, and I hated the way my body thought that was hot. It shouldn’t be, but I liked watching him choke on my dick.
My hand was still in his hair, still resting on his head, but I didn’t push him. Didn’t urge him to go faster or take me deeper. I merely held him while he gave me all the attention he wanted to give me. I wasn’t going to take more than what was on offer.
But I couldn’t get the image of fucking him out of my head. I wanted him underneath me, stretched out with his legs folded neatly under him. His head down and his arms outstretched, he’d allow me to pin him like a butterfly.
I almost missed the way Rex’s hips flexed as he ground his cock into the mattress.
God, he really liked sucking cock. He liked it to the point that he was about to come before I did.
“Don’t come,” I told him, my hips flexing and thrusting without my permission. Rex keened and groaned, but stopped thrusting, at which point I took over. Cradling his head in myhands, I planted my feet on the mattress and gently, slowly, leisurely fucked his face.
“That’s right. That’s good. Just like that,” I said. “God, I’m so close. And after I come down your throat, I want you to cum on me. Can you do that? Can you get up here and cum on my face? My tongue?”
He moaned but this time it sounded like he agreed with my plan. And that was enough to tip me over the precipice. I came in his mouth and down his throat, and some of it leaked out of his mouth and ran down my shaft. I was in too many pieces to mind. Every atom in my body split and shattered and then came back together all in less than a second. It was like I came so hard my soul left my body because the next thing I knew, Rex loomed over top of me and jerked himself above my waiting mouth.
The first bit of his release streaked up my cheek, but the next hit my tongue, salty and thick and not at all unpleasant. Rex stroked himself furiously, his face a mix of rapture and disbelief as his orgasm rapidly faded out.
For a second time, we lay collapsed in a heap of sweat and spend and satisfaction. There were more kisses after too, but these were even sweeter and softer than the ones before. Like he knew if he kissed me too deeply, my body might wake again and he was afraid of making that happen. And then it was his turn to use me for a pillow.
He laid his head on my chest, pressing his ear against me, and I combed my fingers through his hair like I was petting him. He didn’t seem to mind.
“Can you stay the night?” Rex asked quietly, like it was some kind of vulnerable thing for him to put himself out there, even after he’d sucked my brains out of my cock.
“The only place I’m going is the shower,” I answered, making him laugh. And if he held me a bit tighter, I pretended not to notice.
NINETEEN
REX
When he was asleep,Perry was an immovable object. He also had to have been an octopus in a former life because even serving as little spoon, he’d managed to restrain me. One arm was trapped underneath him and the circulation had been cut off for long enough to make my hand pound and tingle when I managed to move a little and let the blood flow again.
After he’d rocked my world—as promised—I’d taken him into the shower. Our kisses had taken on a dreamy quality by then. Our immediate thirst for each other had been slaked, allowing us to enjoy getting to know each other in a different way.
I washed him from head to toe, and the whole time Perry looked at me with an indecipherable expression. I had to remember that he might have a lot more experience with sex, but when it came to other forms of intimacy, he’d been less fortunate.
During the night, I’d left the door open and now Danish was curled up on the bed at Perry’s feet. His tail quietly thumped on the bedding and then, sensing I was awake, he made his way upthe bed, poking at me with his nose, a sure sign that he wanted to be let outside.
When I tried to move, Perry protested with a sleepy grumble. I brushed a kiss against his cheek as I extracted myself from his hold.
“I have to let Danish out.”
Perry grumbled again, and I had to stop myself from ignoring Danish and climbing back in bed to hold him some more. He was too adorable for words. Was it creepy to watch someone sleep? I wasn’t sure as I’d never had that particular urge before now.
It was something I pondered while I let Donut out into the back yard. Now that I was awake, I fed the cats and changed out their water for fresh. By the time I’d dealt with everything, I was wide awake with no hope of going back to sleep, but I got back into bed anyway and attempted to read a book. Concentrating proved impossible, however, with Perry sleeping next to me. He’d rolled over and curled against my side like the world’s cuddliest heat-seeking missile.
It wasn’t the cats walking over top of him, or Danish coming to inspect the new bedmate, or even me that woke him up. Before we’d turned in, Perry had plugged his phone in to charge, letting it rest on the nightstand on his side of the bed. It came to life and Perry’s brow wrinkled at the sound. Then he let out a groan.
