Total pages in book: 160
Estimated words: 153871 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 769(@200wpm)___ 615(@250wpm)___ 513(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 153871 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 769(@200wpm)___ 615(@250wpm)___ 513(@300wpm)
“Yeah?” His lips quirk into an almost-smile. “Usually people just want me to top,” he says, biting his lip, “but I—oh!” he moans as I palm his ass, enjoying the firm roundness and the incredible heat between. I can imagine that people don’t look at Rex and see someone who wants to get fucked. But it was right there in his eyes. In how he trembled against me, so eager to give me pleasure like he thought it might be the only thing he could offer, but so heavy with the responsibility it required. He wants this, wants me to take care of him. And I need it too.
The dynamic between us has been the opposite ever since Rex found me in the woods all those months ago, and I’ve barely noticed because I’ve felt so messed up about everything else in my life, so off-kilter because of my feelings for Rex. I’ve let him take care of me or resisted it, but I haven’t been taking good care of him. And maybe before, I could tell myself it was because I didn’t know how. But right here, right now, in this bed, I know how to take care of Rex. I know how to take him out of his head and how to force him not to think about anything but the feeling of our bodies moving together.
I jerk open the drawer and grab the lube, determined to make this as good for Rex as he always does for me.
Richard liked it hard and fast, liked me to slam into him over and over, like I was the star of some rough-trade fantasy come to life. He’d jerk himself off, and if he came before I did, he’d pull off me, leaving me to finish myself off, uninterested in sex lasting for one minute after he was done. Something tells me Rex won’t be anything like him.
I roll Rex over onto his stomach with his knees spread and kiss the back of his neck, paying attention to how warm his skin is, how every tiny movement he makes ripples through the muscles of his back like a finely tuned machine.
“Daniel, I—” Rex starts uncertainly, but I don’t let him finish.
“Shh,” I say. “You just don’t worry about anything, okay?”
He moans, which I take as assent.
I run my hands along his rib cage and watch goose bumps rise on his arms. I kiss down his spine toward his gorgeous ass and watch the shivers ripple over his skin. I kiss the dimples just above the swell of his ass and then lick them. Rex groans, fisting the sheets, his face now buried in the sweater.
“Your body is so fucking gorgeous,” I tell him, squeezing handfuls of his ass and watching the flesh bounce perfectly. I kiss the insides of his thighs and he jerks, his breath coming faster. I reach under his hips and pull his erection so it’s pointing down between his legs, then I run my tongue along the sensitive skin between his hole and his balls, then down over the tip of his erection, which is leaking his arousal.
With one hand, he reaches back and pats my cheek clumsily, trying to look over his shoulder and failing. He’s muttering something into the pillow but I can’t make it out.
I spread his ass apart and tentatively run my tongue over his hole, never having done it before. Within seconds I can tell that it’s about to become my new favorite thing to do, though, as Rex’s whole body comes off the bed.
“Oh god!” he practically yells.
I chuckle and put a soothing hand on his hip as I lean back down. I lick over his hole, feeling it spasm, and then, as he slowly relaxes, push the tip of my tongue inside. Rex is moaning like crazy and the feeling of this big, powerful man coming undone with the motion of my tongue intoxicates me. I rub at his slick hole with my thumb, encouraging him to open to me, and then I slide my tongue inside.
Rex whimpers, then goes slack on the bed.
“Oh god, oh god, oh god,” he says as I flex my tongue inside him. “Oh god, Daniel.” All I can feel is the slick heat of Rex’s hole and the way it’s seemed to short-circuit the rest of his body.
“Please,” Rex says so softly I barely hear him. I slide up his body and bury my face in his neck. I can hear his breath coming fast, feel the incredible heat coming off his skin. “Daniel, please,” he scrapes out.
“You need me inside you?” I say low in his ear, and he shudders. He nods immediately, reaching for a condom and passing it back to me.
“I want you just like this,” I tell him, running my hand down his spine. He nods again and I can see the relief in his face.