Finally, Rex looked me in the eyes. “Someone’s happy to see me.”
My hands went to his chest automatically, and I started undoing his shirt, button by button. “I’ve been thinking about you all day.”
“All good things, I hope.”
“Good things. Bad things. Dirty things,” I whispered as I pushed the shirt off his shoulders. Rex took care of the rest. Tugging it off his wrists, he let it fall to the floor. I leaned in, rising slightly to meet his mouth with mine. At the same time, I fumbled with his belt and his zipper. Rex made no move to help me. He just held me, his hands sliding up my arms, caressing my skin, until he reached my face. He cradled my cheeks and licked his way inside my mouth, taking over the kiss. Stealing my breath. Rocking my world.
Rex’s kisses were everything. They were light and dark and oxygen. They were my entire universe and my smallest, simplest joy.
He turned me and backed me up toward the bed. He had me sit on the edge and that’s when he finished what I started and dropped his pants. I stared at him, at his thick cock, at the way it rose up and away from his body, pointing straight at me.
I leaned forward, wanting to trace the head with my tongue, to lick the vein that ran up the underside, to taste him, but Rex pulled back.
Then sank to his knees.
“Tell me,” he said, sliding his hands up my knees, pushing them apart, spreading them to make room.
Tell mehad become a little game we played sometimes. Where Rex would lavish me with attention while I told him about a shoot I recently did. He loved hearing about my scenes with other men. We’d watched a few together, but Rex confessed that watching wasn’t as good for him as listening. He said he liked hearing what I got out of it. He liked hearing about my lived experience. He found it hotter than watching, said something about hearing it come out of my mouth made it better for him.
And my thoughts on it? I fucking loved it. I never thought that I’d find a guy who was not only willing to accept my career, but who had also found a way to embrace it.
I leaned back, bracing myself on my hands, which I planted behind me to hold myself up so I could watch Rex’s reactions.
“Did you want to hear about the time I was spit-roasted in the forest?”
Arousal flashed in Rex’s eyes, and he leaned forward, taking my cock in his mouth as his answer. My voice got stuck in my throat as Rex’s tongue teased my cock, swirling around the head like I was his favorite treat.
I let my left hand take more of my weight so I could reach for Rex with my right. I stroked my fingers through his hair, trying to conjure up the memory even as Rex devoured me, body and soul.
“I was on a hike. Well, I was pretending to be on a hike. And these two guys, really big ones. You know the kind. Shoulders wider than doorframes. Arms like pythons. They were blocking the trail. They said I had to pay a toll.” Even Rex made an amused sound, though his mouth was full of cock. “I know, it was kind of corny but, God, they were almost too big, you know. Intimidating as fuck. They not only could have snapped me in half, they could have pulverized me.”
Rex moaned, sending vibrations through my body. “God, your mouth is amazing.”
I let myself enjoy the feel of his tongue, of the way his lips curled around his teeth, guarding my sensitive flesh. He hollowed out his cheeks and sucked me down, taking me to the base of my cock. My hand tightened in his hair, and I tipped my head back, falling into a floaty feeling.
Rex pulled back. “Tell me more.” He moved his attention to the base of my cock, then my balls. He licked at my sac, teasing the sensitive skin with a touch that was almost too gentle.
“They put me on my knees, made me suck their dicks. One, then the other, then they tried to see if my mouth could take both. I still remember the way the ground dug into my knees and the way they gripped my hair.” I ran my fingers through Rex’s hair and then tugged a handful, not hard enough to hurt, but enough to make him feel it. Rex practically purred, then with no warning, his hands slid under my legs and he rolled me up, tipping me on my back and putting my ass in the air.
“Ho—” I started to say, but his mouth was already on me, licking me open, thrusting his tongue in my hole, teasing the entrance. I was now happier than ever that I’d taken the initiative to clean out properly. It wasn’t something that was part of my normal routine because, honestly, it wasn’t my favorite thing. But being with Rex made it worth it. I wanted everything to be perfect.
I’d never particularly romanticized the act of going bare before. I’d done it for work and outside of work, but I’d been extra careful with Rex. The last thing I wanted was to jeopardize his health. And it was something he never pushed for. Rex was perfect like that. Sure, we’d talked about it, and we agreed that it would be amazing for both of us, for a lot of reasons, but Rex understood my hang-ups about it.
In some ways, it was funny that the hesitation was mine and not his. He trusted me, he said. He loved me, and he trusted me, and he’d waited for me to be ready.
Rex ate my ass like he was starving. Completely not shy about the noises he made, moaning and slurping as he made sure my hole was nice and wet and loose for him. I knew I was supposed to keep talking about the spit-roast in the woods, but all I could think about was how empty I was and how much I needed him inside me.
“Rex, please. Please. I need you.”
He paused, as he always did, and his gaze darted to the nightstand where he kept the supplies. He started to move, but I stopped him.
“Wait. Don’t. I want you. Just you.”
Rex glanced from the nightstand back to me. “You sure?”
“If you are.”
Rex bent forward and gave me a fleeting kiss before he grabbed the lube off the nightstand, leaving the condoms behind. He coated his cock in lube, probably too much, and drizzled some more on his fingers. He held my gaze, his other hand resting behind my knee to keep me in place. I watched the muscles in his shoulder move as he stroked himself.
