Chapter REX
REX
“Fuck.”
A soft laugh escaped her. “Does that mean I’m doing it right?”
I peered down at the witch sitting on her knees between my legs and mumbled, “You don’t have to do anything other than breathe on it by this point and I’ll consider it a world-class blowjob. But yeah, sweetheart, you’re doing A-grade work here.”
She slipped the tip into her mouth and left sucking kisses around the head like I’d asked her to before. All while her eyes were locked on mine.
“Overachiever. A-plus.” Around a groan, I muttered, “Roll your tongue around the underside. Yeah, there.”
My hips jerked up and I quickly grabbed the base of my cock so I didn’t thrust into her mouth too deep.
She circled the edge, underside the glans, then waited.
This ‘asking for direction’ shit shouldn’t have been so fucking hot.
I drew in a sharp breath, stared up at the ceiling. “Suck.”
She did.
I groaned.
“Flat of the tongue around the circumference, then gently prod the slit.”
God.
“More spit,” I rasped.
She hummed and suddenly, the glans was flooded with a hot slickness that made me want to shoot my load.
“Let go now before I come. Trace the vein on the underside with your tongue.”
Her breath washed over me as she moved down the vein, sucking nibbles that had me clenching my fist around the base of my dick.
When she reached my fingers, she pressed a kiss there before she started back up again.
That little dose of tenderness made it so much fucking sweeter knowing she was the one doing this to me.
I hadn’t had a blowjob in decades, and if I didn’t go blind by the end of this, I’d consider it a win.
“Gather spit and move your tongue—” I broke off to gasp when she took the initiative.
As she followed the veins around my cock, her movements were slicker now, easier, because of the added lubricant.
“Now, put the tip back in your mouth and go as deep as you can. I like suction, not speed.”
At least, I thought I fucking did.
Jesus, I didn’t even remember.
Either way, she listened.
I lowered my chin to my chest, watching her lips tighten, her cheeks suck in, and I couldn’t stop myself from reaching over and letting my fingers trace the indents. When she shuffled to the left, I got a feel of my dick in there too.
Grinning, I told her, “Less messing around, more sucking.” She rolled her eyes but listened, and I hissed, “Fuck.”
It was ten times more guttural than the last time.
“Take your shirt off.”
Her eyes widened and she shook her head.
“They won’t come in,” I assured her.
She moved down my cock and back up again; that vacuum-like pressure felt so fucking good until she released me with a pop. “I’m not getting naked.”
I huffed a breath. “They’re not coming in here.”
“Your ears aren’t working because your brain is in your dick, but they’re arguing.” I gritted my teeth when she pressed a kiss to the glans and whispered, “You taste so good.”
My eyes flared wide. “You like that?”
She nodded, her tongue peeping out to thrust into the slit which made her moan. “Can I suck it harder?”
“Fuck,” I snarled. “Yes.”
“Let go,” she whispered, her fingers stroking over mine.
“No, I don’t want to thrust too deep—”
“You can let go,” she told me, her eyes on mine as she suckled me. The slurping sound that came next had me tightening the clench of my fingers before I slowly released it.
When my cock flopped back and onto the flat of my belly, she released a soft laugh and I watched as a globule of spit sank from her pretty red lips and down onto my dick.
I reached up and cupped her chin, my thumb moving over her mouth. “How is this still red?”
She shot me an amused smile. “Disappointed?”
“No.” Maybe.
“Stain.” She reached down and jacked my cock fast enough to make me clench my jaw. “Stops it getting on my teeth for meetings.”
I blinked at her, completely clueless as to what she was talking about.
Especially when my gaze shifted to the red-tipped fingers that were circling my dick, to the other that moved to her shirt.
When she dragged her tits over the neckline, I had no idea why she didn’t just take the damn thing off, but I wasn’t about to complain.
Her tits were perfection.
Fucking perfection.
I groaned and reached for one, cupping it in my palm then squeezing her nipple. She tensed and moaned, reminding me they were very sensitive right now, and I rolled it instead of pinching, enjoying her guttural groan because I timed it with the first suck she took on my cock.
“Is your mouth wet enough?” I instructed gruffly, and watching her nod when her lips were full of me was the picture I wanted on my screensaver. “Then move your head up and down and suck as hard as you can.”
When she complied, my brow puckered as I clenched my eyes closed. The pleasure rammed into me, and I gritted out, “There’s spit on my balls. Use that to lube your hand so you can rub them together.”
She released a soft moan that made my heart stutter.
“Next time, I want you to touch your clit when we’re doing this,” I rumbled. Hell, I’d wanted her to do that this time, but she’d insisted on her lesson first.
Another moan was her answer.
“Twist ‘em. Gently! Not like you’re juicing a fucking orange,” I yelped, which made her snicker. “Just, ya know, in your palm. That, that,” I rattled off, my ass clenching as my hips rocked.
“You like that?” she whispered as she pulled back, blowing a stream of cool air down the length of my pulsating dick.
“Yeah, I fucking do, baby girl.”
She groaned. “I like it when you tell me that.”
“You do? You like knowing that your mouth is sinful? That I’m trying really fucking hard not to come right now?”
“Oh God, yeah, I do.”
I growled, “Get those hot lips back on my dick, baby. I want you to taste my cum. You good with that?”
Her nod was hesitant, and I wanted to celebrate that nod. I knew what it meant. Another step forward.
“Thank you, sweetheart. You’re sucking me off so fucking well, Rachel. No one could make me feel like this, no one. Only you. Always you,” I ground out, then I bit off, “FUCK,” when she placed pressure on the glans with her teeth.
She pulled back, and just when I thought I’d fucked up, she moved down to my balls and I groaned, “Jesus,” when she sucked one between her lips and palpated it with her tongue.
“Next time, I’m gonna eat you out as you do this.”
“Thought the next time I was gonna rub my clit as I did this,” she teased when she came up for air.
“We’re gonna do it all.”
“Got a lifetime ahead of us to check it off the list,” she agreed, softly releasing a breath as she sucked the tip.
“Fuck, we do,” I moaned as she went back to gently twisting my balls.
“I want you to come, Rex. I want your cum in my mouth, and I want you to get pleasure—”
I grabbed her ponytail and tugged gently on it. “Baby girl, I’m so fucking close, you’ve no idea.”
She grinned at me as she tongued that vein on the underside again. “I’m doing it right?”
My eyes nearly crossed. “Yeah, you’re doing it right.”
“Good.”
Suddenly, a gush of warm spit drenched my cock, and she slurped as she began to move her head. Faster than before, clearly more confident in what she was doing.
Somehow, that, more than anything fucking else, was what got to me.
Was what had me rocking my hips. Was what had me bucking in her mouth as I strained to find the release I’d been denying myself throughout this lesson.
When she bobbed her head faster, I hissed out a long breath before I reached up and grabbed some of my fucking hair and pulled on it so I didn’t do that to her.
I choked out a, “Fuck, baby girl, like that, like that, please, fuck, don’t fucking stop—” And her mouth tautened around me.
I was a goner.
I didn’t have the wherewithal to worry if she was okay. I just fucking exploded in her mouth and she took me.
All of me.
And that was when two things happened.
One—I was reminded my woman was often right.
Two—the door to the den off her office, her sanctum sanctorum, popped open.
I had moments to react, and I grabbed a blanket and managed to shove it over us both so her tits and my dick were not exposed.
Wynter and Rain didn’t notice. They were too busy bitching at each other about something or fucking nothing and I had no clue what to goddamn do.
“You’re a hypocrite! How can you want to join the army to spread peace? Peace isn’t spread through war, dumbass.”
It was safe to say, Wynter and Rain argued a lot. I figured it had helped her settle in, though, because settle in she had.
It was almost like we’d never been without her, which was fucking awesome.
“Because humans suck—”
How right he was.
Rachel, the little witch, gave my dick a quick suck.
“—and sometimes, they only respect a show of strength.”
As they argued, I saw her head bobbing which triggered a whole host of new fantasies, and then she was out from under the blanket, her shirt righted, her lips wet, and her hair mussed.
She twisted around as if nothing had happened, quickly straightened her ponytail, and leaned back against the sofa with her phone in her hand.
I felt like I’d had a bullet between the eyes, but she looked as if she’d been working—but had been pulling at her hair because it was definitely mussed. But in a natural way. As if she were stressed.
The kids were used to that look.
“Rachel, for fuck’s sake, would you tell your brat that the army can do good?” Rain demanded, finally glaring at his sister.
“Aren’t you talking to the wrong person there, Rain? I’m with Wynter on this one,” she said coolly.
So fucking coolly that I had to remind myself she’d just swallowed every drop of cum I’d given her.
That was when I realized this might have been for the best.
The aftermath—it was rushed, and she couldn’t panic, and it was over with. Nothing to discuss. Nothing to dissect.
Where I could have killed my kid and my brother-in-law a moment ago, suddenly I wanted to thank them.
“Rex, talk some sense into them,” Rain argued.
“Why? I don’t want you to enlist either. And if you’re going to join the army, why can’t you go to college first and enlist as an officer?”
Rachel shot Rain a smug look. “See? That’s the smart move, Rain.”
He grated out, “When are you three fucking off to Cali again?”
“No parties,” I grumbled.
“What are you? My dad?”
“Tomorrow. So Wynter’s not jet-lagged for her finals on Wednesday,” Rachel intoned calmly.
“What’s with the blanket, Dad?” Wynter asked as she moved over to the sofa and plunked herself down beside me. Well, this wasn’t weird at all. “You gonna nap?”
I shot her a bland smile. “Yeah, honey. That’s what I’m gonna do.”
Rachel snorted. “Not in here you’re not. I thought we were talking about Farrow’s election and the upcoming primaries?” Her smile was a taunt in and of itself.
I narrowed my eyes at her in a silent promise.
Her response?
A wide grin and my ass buzzed when my phone received a message.
Rachel: Told you they’d barge in.
Rex: You did. Little fuckers. Why can’t they just get along?
Rachel: They’re making up for the years apart.
Rex: If you say so.
Rachel: Did you hear Rain say he was taking her into town?
Rex: I did.
Rachel: Good. I need you to fuck me.
Rex: What if you sucked my dick dry?
Rachel: That was my intention, but I’m sure you’ll rise to the occasion.
Rex: How wet are you?
Rachel: So goddamn wet my panties are drenched.
Rex: Fuck.
Rachel: Hard already?
Rex: Stop being smug.
Rachel: :P
Before I could reply, the sound of a hog’s engine roared outside. Wynter shrieked and rushed over to the window to stare out into the yard.
Harlow was getting used to a bike the club was lending him. Link had nearly shit a brick last week when the hog had come back scraped up because Harlow hadn’t put the kickstand down properly.
Rachel pinched my leg and texted me:
Rachel: Stop glowering at her. She can’t help that she has a crush on him.
Rex: Of all the goddamn brothers, she had to have a crush on the one who kills pedophiles for a living.
Rachel: You’re the one who said it was time he started riding a bike.
Rex: So it’s my fault?
Rachel: I think the crush was there. The Harley just made it worse.
Rex: FML.