“Rex. Rex, please. I need…” Truthfully I didn’t know what I needed, but I trusted him to know what it was.
Or maybe he didn’t because suddenly he was pulling out of me and my whole body protested. Rex practically flipped me over onto my back. He was back between my legs and deep inside me before I could conjure up a protest that he’d pulled out to begin with.
And then his mouth slanted down over mine and I saw stars. My body suddenly remembered how to move and I wrapped my arms around him. My fingers dug into his flesh, and my heels pressed into his ass, pushing him closer. Deeper. Harder.
We kissed like we’d been apart for centuries, like the ache between us in each other’s absence had been as big as a galaxy.
I’d been fucked before by many people in many ways but never like this. This wasn’t something that I could have with anyone else because I didn’t love anyone else.
I cradled Rex’s face in my hands and kissed him deeper, trying to get him to understand what I was feeling without having to say the words. I wasn’t sure I was ready for that just yet, but I wanted him to feel what he meant to me. What this meant to me.
“Fuck, Perry,” he panted against my mouth. “I’m so close.”
“Then come. Come for me. I need it.”
Rex sat up and my body ached for the space that put between us. He pulled out and tore the condom off and the next thing I knew, Rex was coming all over me. His head tipped back and the cords of muscle in his throat stood out as he jerked himself to completion. When the dam broke and the first ribbon of cum shot out of him, his eyes opened again and he looked at me, then looked down and finished coming.
I didn’t realize what he was doing until he gathered the cum off my chest with his fingers and then took my cock in hand, spreading his cum all over my dick. The act felt as sweet as it didterritorial. I felt like he was marking me and I didn’t mind the idea of that at all. I liked that he was reclaiming what belonged to him.
For a moment, I wasn’t sure that I had another orgasm in the tank, but Rex proved me wrong with his sure strokes. His hair was sweaty and messy and his skin was flush from the exertion, pink from the tips of his ears down to his nipples. He was striking and sweet and he was all mine.
That’s when I shattered. My orgasm didn’t hit so much as it unfurled, leaving my body like smoke from a chimney. I shook and trembled as I came, my body managing to dredge up more cum than I thought possible at this point in the day.
It didn’t take long for my dick to become hypersensitive and Rex caught on to my sudden discomfort and released it. It flopped down and rested against my thigh, tired and already halfway to being soft.
I pulled Rex back down to me and enjoyed the way he came willingly, giving me his weight. Giving me himself as he opened for me, trading lazy kisses. The kind of kisses that had nowhere to go, nowhere to take us, and could just exist as a simple pleasure. A way to connect us without words. Because if I spoke now I’d make confessions that he might not believe.
If I spoke now, I might tell him that I was falling in love with him and I didn’t know what that would mean for us. I’d never fallen in love before and part of me wanted to bask in this blossoming feeling before saying anything about it. I wanted to keep it to myself until I knew the shape of it and how it would fit inside me.
But Rex kissed me like he knew. Like he knew there were things I wasn’t telling him and that he didn’t mind not knowing, so long as he could kiss me.
Eventually, Rex flopped down next to me and pulled me into his arms. I went willingly, folding myself into him, burying my face in his chest.
“I’m going to have to send Quinn a thank you card.” I told Rex, “Because that was the best sex I’ve ever had.”
Rex chuckled. “I was inspired.”
“I can’t feel my face. My feet. I can’t move. I am deceased. RIP me. I will be missed.”
Rex held me tighter, like he knew some of my pieces had shifted and I needed a minute to get them back in place. For the first time since I started working in the industry, I had hope that I could have it all. The job, the friends, and a man who cared about me. It felt too good to be true, and that scared me.
TWENTY-FIVE
REX
Nigel’s weddingwas going to be a small affair, he said. And even tried to argue against a bachelor party, saying that it wouldn’t feel right with his best friend still icing him out, but I insisted.
He’d vetoed the idea of going to a strip club, which, thank God for that. I picked him up from his place, and he tried to look enthusiastic as he climbed into the passenger seat. A smile was painted on his face, fake as hell, and it didn’t reach his eyes, which were full of tragedy.
“Well,” he said. “Let’s get this show on the road.” Nigel fastened his seatbelt and then looked at me.
“You look miserable,” I said.
“I’m going to a bachelor party under duress. They’re a stupid tradition, honestly.”
“I agree.” I started the car and pulled away from the curb.
“Then why did you insist?”
