TWENTY-FOUR
PERRY
Rex was goingto be the death of me. His mouth was hot and tight and—oh fuck—so talented. My hands sank into his hair and my body jolted when he purred like a fucking kitten. The vibrations went straight through my dick and I arched up, sinking my cock deeper into his mouth.
“He didn’t make me feel like this.” I told Rex, honesty pouring out of me now, like Rex had turned a tap on. “He… oh my god. Do that again.” Rex did some kind of magical motion with his tongue that rendered me speechless. It was getting increasingly difficult to tell Rex about the shoot with how he was taking me apart now.
And then Rex took me deep, all the way down and I watched him struggle with it. Felt the way his throat clenched and convulsed around my cock.
“If you… don’t make me come yet.” I warned him. “I can’t come yet.” My tone was more frantic than I’d meant it to be but I was worried that if I came now, that I’d be done for the day. Mybody only had so many rounds in it and the idea of disappointing Rex made my stomach turn.
Rex slowed down and released my cock from his mouth. He took a ragged breath, like he had to teach his lungs how to function again.
“Roll over,” he rasped as he moved back to give me room.
I did as I was told and I let Rex manhandle me to position me how he wanted me. As much as I loved my job, it was nice to have sex that wasn’t filmed. Filmed and edited and graded. There was no pass or fail here. Just me and Rex and the frisson of heat and excitement that went through me whenever he touched me.
Rex had me face down with my knees bent and tucked under me to elevate my ass. He no longer asked about Quinn and what we did. I think he knew that sticking his tongue up my ass was a sure-fire way to make me incoherent in a hurry.
Rex gripped my cheeks in his hands and squeezed them. Kneaded them and spread them apart and then he dove right in, feasting like it was his last supper. I keened, letting out a wail that made my bones shake. Or maybe it was Rex’s tongue that did that, as it speared in and out of me. Teased my rim. Licked a stripe from my balls to my taint before coming back to my hole to tease me some more.
My body was covered in a sheen of sweat and none of the sounds I was making could have been considered words. The only thing coherent that I managed to say was the occasional f-bomb. Those came out loud and clear.
“Did you top or did you bottom?” Rex asked and for a second my brain went offline as I tried to remember what he was talking about. Before I could though, he squeezed the globes of my ass. “Don’t answer that. It’s not important.”
I didn’t have the words to tell him that I’d done both, so I let him brush the question aside. The snick of a lube bottle openingmade me relax because it meant I was going to have him inside me soon. There was no way I had the coordination to fuck him, not after he obliterated me with his magical mouth. My bones were sawdust and I was going to die soon if he didn’t get his dick inside me.
“Please, Rex.” There, that was coherent. “I need you.”
Rex tore a condom open and rolled it down his cock. At that moment I decided not to do any more bareback scenes. It didn’t make it foolproof. I’d still have to test frequently and Rex and I would still have to use condoms most of the time, because I wouldn’t risk him. But then sometimes… sometimes I could feel him inside me with no barriers between us. It felt important to me to have that. To give him something that I didn’t give anyone else.
Now wasn’t the time to talk about it with him. Now was the time to try to remember how to fucking breathe as Rex blanketed my body with his. The tip of his dick pressed against my hole and Rex’s voice rasped in my ear.
“Breathe, Perry.”
Rex’s words unlocked my brain and I sucked in a breath and promptly forgot how to breathe all over again when he started to slide inside me. My muscle memory was still going strong from the shoot earlier, and coupled with the way he’d eaten me alive, his cock was able to slide into me with little resistance.
“God, that’s good. You’re so good, Perry.”
I tried to shake my head. I wasn’t even doing anything. And I couldn’t. Not with the way Rex pinned me down. His body on mine. His weight a comfort as he started to move, sawing in and out of me in an achingly slow and gentle way.
Part of me had expected him to be brutal. To fuck me hard and fast and rough. To fuck me so hard I shattered. But he went slow, kissing my shoulders. My neck.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered and I wanted to argue, but my mouth wouldn’t make any sounds that made sense. He’d bewitched me and taken away my ability to speak. “You feel incredible, Perry. So smooth, so hot.”
I whimpered and Rex kissed me behind the ear. I gripped fistfuls of bedding and dug my toes into the mattress, trying to get leverage to make him go deeper. Harder. Faster.
“No, sweetheart. I’m not going to do that.” Rex said, as if reading my mind. Or maybe it was my body; either way, he seemed to know what I was asking for and denying me. “I’m going to fuck you sweet and slow. I’m going to stretch it out and make it last. I’m going to hold you and kiss you and fuck you the way I want to.”
“Why?” I tried to snatch the question back, but it was too late. It hung in the air between us and Rex paused for a fraction of a second as he processed.
Then he was back to his slow, sweet, rhythm. “You don’t want me rough because you want it rough.” Rex paused and kissed the back of my neck. My whole body erupted in goosebumps when he did that and I shivered beneath him. Quaking with pleasure, all I could do was lay there and listen.
“I’m not going to pretend I know what you’re thinking. But I’m thinking that you deserve the best I can give. And right now, that’s me fucking you nice and sweet.” Rex’s hands slid up my arms until he found my hands. I released my handfuls of bedding and let Rex twine our fingers together.
The sound that came out of me was broken and Rex didn’t try to shush it away. He let me feel it, and he kept moving, kept fucking me slow and sweet the way he promised.
My release built so slowly I almost didn’t notice how desperate I was for it until I started to keen and writhe beneath him.
