Chapter 14
Gwen
The dance studio happened to be right around the corner from my apartment.
The sexual tension grows as Rex and I walk silently, hand in hand, down the streets of New Orleans back to my place.
Climbing the steps to my apartment, my heart beats wildly as I wrestle with letting him back in.
After all this time, I have to be sure once I open this door.
There’s still a tiny piece of doubt in the back of my mind, but my heart is flowing over with hope, and damn it if my heart doesn’t always win.
Standing at the top of the stairs, I take a moment and slowly pull my keys from their hiding spot in my purse.
Rex stands further away than I thought he would, and when I look up at him, sadness clouds his eyes as he questions me, wanting to know if I’m sure.
If I’m ready for everything opening this door entails.
But as I stare into his gaze, and the fear of facing our past fades, a slight smile spreads across my lips. Not breaking eye contact, I enter the key in the slot as Rex’s stare changes from hesitation to desire.
He takes a step into me. His body brushes eagerly against mine. “Kiss me,” I whisper.
“Fuck, I thought you’d never ask.”
I push the door open, but before either of us can step inside, he quickly wraps me in his arms and crashes his lips against mine. His strong hands lift me under my thighs as he carries me across the threshold. Desperation fuels his kiss—a need to take. A need I’m sure will not be satisfied tonight.
My fingers lace through his hair as he kicks the door closed behind him. Greedily, I take his kiss. After all this time, I can finally admit, I need it like the air I breathe.
There is no holding back now. I need more of him. All of him.
He sets me down in the entryway. I take a few steps backward until my thighs bump against the couch. With hooded eyes, he stares at me in the dim light of evening like a predator about to take what he wants, and God knows, I’m all his for the taking.
“You have no fucking idea what you do to me, do you, Gwen?” he growls, taking a step closer and making me lean back against the couch with anticipation. Looking my body up and down, he runs one finger across the strap of my sundress before tugging the fabric down so hard it breaks.
My breath catches as I wait for him to make his next move.
Taking another step forward, he says, “You have no clue, sweetheart, what this body of yours makes me crave. Fuck, I hope you’re ready because I’m about to take everything I can from you until you’re sore, swollen, and can’t breathe anymore from screaming my fucking name. ”
My center pools between my thighs. Rex comes a step closer and leans in as if he will kiss me. I wait for it, closing my eyes and needing his contact. But it never comes. A low laugh rings through the room. I open my eyes quickly to see him staring down at me.
“Not yet, Gwen. I want to make you fucking beg first,” he growls.
“I want you so worked up, your body needs only me to release it. And I think I’ll start…
right here,” he says, running his hand up my thigh, below the hem of my dress, and to my dampened core.
His fingers find my panties and slowly pull them aside.
He hums his approval at my wetness and slowly dips one finger inside me.
My eyes close, my head falls back. His free hand grabs my neck, forcing my head back up.
“Look at me, Gwen,” he demands, and my eyes flash open.
“I want to stare into your eyes while I pleasure your cunt, sweetheart. I want to see the way I’m making you feel.
The way you make me feel, because hell if your pussy doesn’t feel like fucking heaven. ”
I let out a whimper and he licks his lips. His finger dives further into my core, then slowly back out to coat my arousal around my clit. Rubbing gradually in circles, he smiles and rests his lips against mine.
“You like that, Gwen? Fuck I know you do, sweetheart. But how about when I do this?” he asks as he enters two fingers inside my swollen flesh. I instantly clench down around him, and he moans. My mouth falls open, I lean into him, desperate for his kiss, but again he denies me.
My eyes want to close, to allow myself to get lost in the sensation between my legs, but I force them to remain open as he fingers me harder, then forces a third finger inside me, making me lose my damn mind.
My arms and legs grow weak. He braces his free arm behind my waist, holding me up as he continues his assault.
Slowly, he pulls his fingers free and brings them to his mouth. Licking each one, he groans in such a sexy way it makes my center throb, my knees buckle, and my eyes threaten to shut again.
“So damn good,” he growls. “But that taste was only a fucking tease.” He lowers himself to the floor, and lifts my dress. Over my rapid breathing, I hear his sharp intake of breath as he takes in the sight of my glistening sex.
“You won’t be needing these,” he says.
Before I can respond, he rips my panties right off my body.
His warm tongue slowly parts my velvet lips. He licks his way back up to the top of my core, sucking my clit in his mouth, making me purr with ecstasy. He smiles against my sex before he backs away and blows on the area he was just torturing.
“God, Gwen, I dreamed of being back between your thighs so many damn nights, now that I’m here,” he says, slowly entering a finger inside me. “I’m not stopping until I’m fucking fully satisfied.”
His mouth finds my clit, and he sucks down hard as he enters a finger back in my throbbing center. I gasp from the sensation, grip his hair, and ride his face. My knees buckle, and he throws one of my thighs over his shoulder, gaining him better access to make me fall apart in his arms.
Removing his fingers, he licks from my center to my clit three times before sticking his tongue deep inside my pussy.
His fingers find my clit and rub me quickly toward climax.
I hold on tight to his hair, the back of the couch, anything that will keep me grounded and not falling over the edge.
Seconds away from exploding- he suddenly stops.
A low chuckle escapes his lips as he comes to his feet.
“Not yet, Gwen,” he whispers. “I want to be inside you when you cum, sweetheart. I want to feel you clench down around me while I take you. While I claim you. While I make you understand, you’re mine, and no one can fuck you like I can.”
Before I can respond, he spins me around and pushes me down over the back of the couch. With my ass in the air, he spanks me hard and grabs my hips.
“God, I’ve missed this ass,” he hisses before I faintly hear a rip of foil.
“You just take what you want, don’t you?” I tease, pushing myself back against him.
He laughs before a groan escapes his lips as my wetness rubs against his throbbing cock.
“I do take what I want, sweetheart,” he grabs my hips possessively, “and right now, I want to give you want you need and fuck you into submission.”
He positions himself at my opening and pauses for a moment. I look back over my shoulder at him.
“Are you ready for me, Gwen?” he asks, knowing damn well his question carries more than just sex. It carries the past, the present, and a future we are both unsure of.
“Quit talking, Roberts, and give me what I want,” I demand.
His face breaks out in his signature sexy smirk as one of his hands comes up and wraps around my hair. Slowly, he pulls me back towards him.
“It would be my damn pleasure, sweetheart.”
In one quick thrust, he enters me violently, making me scream out. I struggle to turn my head back around, but he keeps my hair pulled back and my eyes locked on his. The fullness I feel, and his hand tugging my head back, makes me want only one thing - more.
My pussy clenches around him as he pulls back and thrusts deeper inside me.
Releasing my hair, his hands viciously pull my top down around my waist. Taking a nipple in between his fingers, he rubs it lightly before pinching down sharply.
I release a moan as his hard cock repeatedly thrusts in and out of my slick sex, and my wetness drips down my thighs.
Palming one of my breasts, his free hand skims down my stomach.
He rubs my clit harshly, perfectly, making me buck back against him, demanding more.
Kissing my back, he smiles and says, “You like that. Fuck, how I know you like that, Gwen. No one knows how to fuck you like I do.”
Suddenly, he pulls out, leaving me empty and breathless. Panting, he spins me around to face him.
“Tell me,” he demands. “Say it. I want to hear you admit it. That you’ve needed me to fuck you as much as I needed to be inside you.”
Usually, I would protest. Normally, I would tell him to go to hell. But right now, all I want is him. So I cave and tell him the truth. A truth that holds more weight than either of us knows.
“I’ve needed you my whole damn life, Rex Roberts.” His jaw ticks as his eyes study mine, desperately wanting to know if I am telling the truth. “I can’t stop thinking about you. About this,” I say, grabbing his length and stroking him hard.
His eyes roll, he releases a deep groan. He grabs my neck, forcing my lips against his own. I taste myself there, and it fuels me. Like a fiend, I push him back against the wall behind us, and stroke his hard cock greedily.
“Fuck, Gwen,” he groans against my lips. “Just like that, sweetheart. Fuck yes, circle the tip. Good girl, keep going. God, don’t fucking stop.”
His hands grab my thighs, and he hoists me up in the air.
Turning, he pins me against the wall. I slowly roll my palm around his crown.
He holds my stare as he lowers me onto his length.
He waits until I am fully filled with his cock before he leans forward and takes my bottom lip between his teeth.
He holds us there as he nibbles my lip, then quickly licks away the sting. Our breathing synced, he thrusts quickly up inside me, hitting a spot so deep and perfect I almost climax. Rubbing his pelvis against my swollen clit. I grip his arms and rotate my hips.
“Rex,” I whimper as he thrusts inside me harder. Faster. “Fuck, Rex, I’m about to cum.”
His punishing rhythm increases as he lowers his face to the crook in my neck and picks up his pace. My eyes roll back, my head falls against the wall, and my body braces to take each delicious thrust.
“Does that feel good, Sweetheart,” he growls.
I respond only with a whimper. “Tell me how bad you’ve needed me to fuck you, Gwen.
Tell me how bad you needed my dick inside you.
” I groan as his head lifts. “Look at me, Gwen,” he demands.
I struggle at first, lost in the sensation, but eventually open my eyes.
“I want to see the look in your eyes when I make you cum, sweetheart. So you finally understand, finally see, we were never a fucking mistake.”
My eyes widen. His dirty mouth and the way he knows how to use it are my undoing. He leans back, holds me against the wall, and pushes his length inside me deeper than before as he rubs on my clit and licks his lips.
“I want to feel your cum running down my cock, sweetheart,” he growls, never taking his eyes off mine. “Do you feel how hard I am for you, Gwen? Do you feel what your sweet little pussy does to me?”
My walls tighten.
“Cum for me, Gwen,” he demands.
The last thing I see is his smile as my eyes flutter closed, my toes curl, and my screams fill the room.
“Fuck yes,” he grits out as my orgasm continues to climb, my eyes open and find his. A determined look fills his gaze as he starts to chase his release.
“Hold on, sweetheart,” he says as he thrusts harder and faster, pounding me against the wall.
His head falls forward as he races to his finish.
I grab him around the neck, my fingers dig into his back as another orgasm hits.
Finally, Rex’s moans fill the room around us as he empties himself deep inside me.
I continue to ride out my second high, rubbing my clit greedily against his pelvis.
He grabs my throat and pins me back against the wall.
Keeping a light grip on my neck, his movements slow, but he circles my clit with his thumb as he holds me hostage and my climax continues to milk every last drop from both of us.
My breathing eases back to normal, but our hearts continue to race as we come down from heaven.
He holds me still against the wall, his eyes find mine, and we sit in silence. Peace floats through the air around us. A high neither of us expected. Tenderly, he releases his hold on my neck, kisses my lips and slowly lowers me to the ground.
When I come to standing, we smile at one another. A soft knowing is exchanged between us. The knowledge of what just happened and how much it meant. Kissing the tip of my nose, he surprises me when he swoops me up in his arms and carries me down the hallway.
Laughing, I say, “Where are you taking me, Roberts?”
He smiles, setting me down in the hallway between the bathroom and bedroom.
“Well, first,” he says, backing me into the bathroom. “I’m going to clean you up.”
He reaches behind me and turns on the shower.
“Then,” he says, flinging my hair off my shoulder before grabbing it in his fist and pulling me towards him. “I’m going to take you to bed because we’re only just getting started. And this time, I’m never letting go.”