“Turn around.” I kissed the corner of his mouth. He’d left a short beard for Nigel’s wedding, and it was just long enough to be soft against my lips. It was also sexy as fuck.
Rex gave me a questioning look but did as he was told, slowly shuffling around so his back faced me, and again I went to my knees.
“You have a magnificent ass.” I told him, gripping the cheeks in my hands. He only hummed in an appreciative way, clearly enjoying the way I squeezed his cheeks. Then I parted them and leaned in. The sound Rex made when my tongue slid from taint to hole was this combination of a whimper and a moan that ended with the wordsoh shitand then my name.
I devoured him then. Licked and teased him with my tongue. Danced around his entrance, licking and kissing his hole until he was pressing his ass against my face, his body unable to stop begging me for more with the way he ground against my tongue.
I paused and brought my hand back and cracked him across the cheek. He let out a startled yelp, then another guttural moan. “Oh fuck. Do that again.”
Only too happy to oblige, I did. And then while Rex was still riding the aftershock, I dove back in, parting his cheeks, and I speared my tongue inside him. Rex reached back and put his hand on my head, not to try and suffocate me with his ass, but just as a not-so-subtle ask for me to keep going. As if I was about to stop any time soon. I planned to keep going until he begged to fuck me.
His hand tightened in my hair, and I pressed myself deeper, eating him out like it was my first, last, and only meal.
“Perry, Perry, please. I can’t—I can’t feel my legs,” he said with a laugh.
“Are you tapping out?” I asked, pulling back to give him the break he obviously needed.
“More like begging for a relocation.” Rex shoved his pants the rest of the way down and stepped out of them. He kicked them aside and then turned.
His cock bobbed in my face, but I ignored it in favor of looking up at him.
Rex held out a hand and waited patiently for me to take it. “Come with me.”
He helped me to my feet and my knees were suddenly very grateful that he insisted on a location change. I tried not to groan but failed and Rex let out a laugh.
“Kneeling on the floor is only going to get harder and more uncomfortable.” He tugged me toward his bedroom and had to immediately shoo the cats off his bed. They left in their own sweet time, stopping to stretch first before sauntering out of the room.
Apparently, it was Rex’s turn because he undid the buttons of my shirt and stripped me of it in a deliberate manner that let me know exactly what was coming. As if there’d been any doubt.
When my shirt was gone, I lost patience and popped the button of my pants before shoving them down and kicking them aside after I stepped out of them. Suddenly I had an armful of Rex. Our bodies were pressed together, my cock trapped against him, only a little lower than his. It wasn’t a perfect alignment because of our small height difference, but it thrilled me, nonetheless.
Especially when he kissed me and just kept kissing me. It was like kissing was the main attraction and not merely a quick stop before he forged ahead. My head spun after a minute, likely from lack of oxygen, but I could easily pretend it was from Rex sweeping me off my feet.
He touched me everywhere. Pulled me close and explored me with his hands as his tongue plundered my mouth. I held on to him, knees weak, head spinning, drunk on the way we fit together. The way his body felt against mine.
“Bed.” I was breathless by this time and my heart was a runaway train in my ribcage.
Rex startled me by literally sweeping me off my feet. Picking me up, he turned and took a few steps to the bed before laying me down on it, and then he quickly followed.
Rex’s body blanketed my own, and I grabbed his hips and pulled him down to me. Our cocks pressed against each other between us, and it tore a moan out of me that was longer and louder than I’d anticipated it to be.
“Good?” Rex asked, clearly amused.
“Better than,” I said, kissing him again, but only briefly, because he pulled away and half rolled off of me so he could reach the supplies that were on the nightstand.
He grabbed condoms but didn’t open one right away and instead drizzled a healthy amount of lube on his hand. He took himself in hand, and I watched with rapt attention as he stroked himself in long, slow movements that made my mouth water.
“Touch me,” I begged. “Please.”
Rex answered with a lazy smile, but he released his cock and then pressed our bodies together again, lowering his mouth down to mine. I opened for him and he licked his way into my mouth. At the same time, he started grinding his hips, pressing his solid, slippery cock against mine.
It was too much and not enough all at once. Too much because it was slow, exquisite, but methodical and it gave me too much time to think. Not enough because whatever he gave, I needed it ten times over. A frenzy built inside me, a bit at a time, until I was writhing underneath him both desperate for release and not wanting it when it slowly built.
“Slow down,” I warned him. “Slow down, I’m too close.”
Rex slowed. Instead of moving, he just kept his weight pressed down on me while we traded languid kisses.
“I could come just like this,” I confessed, desire still pooled hot in my belly.
