Chapter 2
Rahat
The last person I wanted to think about was Adam fucking Dexter.
Why would I allow him even a second of space in my brain when I had the sexiest man in the world on my arm and in my bed?
The second the hotel door shut behind us, I turned Rex to face me and pressed my hand flat against his chest, and felt his heartbeat pick up at my touch.
He smiled as I made short work of his T-shirt, roamed my hands over his chest, and traced the line of his clock tattoo and the date below.
It always made me feel a little sad. He'd told me once that it was his mother's birthday, and the clock was a reminder of how short time is. I kissed it before unclipping the halter top of my silky dress, and letting it fall to the floor. My panties followed in quick succession, and well... I wasn’t wearing a bra.
Goosebumps rose on my skin as Rex bit his bottom lip and raised an eyebrow.
He was on me in seconds. His hand found the back of my head and tangled in my hair and his mouth crushed against mine. His tongue claimed me and heat spread through my whole body, making my core tingle. All the while, I fumbled with his belt buckle and the fastening on his jeans.
Rex broke the kiss and locked his dark eyes on mine. A spark of mischief flashed inside them before he grabbed my hands, pushed me back against the door, and pinned them above my head.
"I’ve been wanting you out of that dress all fucking night," he said before kicking away his jeans. “Now, don’t move.”
As always, he was commando, and his cock was already fucking huge and stood to attention.
The sight of him sent a fresh flood of wetness to my core.
My mouth watered at just the thought of getting my lips around it.
I wanted to devour him, to feel every inch of that massive girth stretching me wide until I couldn’t breathe.
My insides clenched in anticipation. But I did as I was told and kept my hands exactly where they were, even when he released his grip and ran his finger down my cheek, my collar bone, and skimmed them over the curve of my breast.
I stood naked and exposed against the door as he circled the tight, aching peaks of my nipples.
I arched into his touch. He trailed butterfly kisses down my neck and chest before sucking my hard nipple into his mouth.
His other hand slid between my legs. I whimpered as he circled my clit and pushed his fingers into my core.
"You like that," he asked as pleasure flowed through me.
I bucked against his hand in response. Rex withdrew his fingers and positioned his cock against my entrance.
He looked deep into my eyes as he lifted my one leg and hooked it around his waist before pushing slowly inside.
I ran my hand down his back, relishing the feel of him.
He moved slowly in rhythmic perfection, his breaths ragged.
His hand gripped my thighs, and he drove into me again and again and again with more and more force.
He lowered his head and nipped and teased at my nipple as his cock pummelled into me, and his hand threaded into my hair, pulling my head back.
I screamed out as the perfect sensation building inside burst through in the sort of mind-blowing orgasm I'd only ever dreamed about until I met Rex.
But Rex didn't follow me over the edge, even though his cock pulsed and twitched deep inside me, fit to burst. Instead, he pulled out and rested his head in the crook of my neck before pulling me in for a long, deep kiss, and then hoisting me over his shoulder, making me squeal in the process.
"Round two," he said as he tossed me on the bed.
"I could do this all night," I answered as he spread my legs wide. In truth, I never wanted this moment to end. I wanted to be here joined to Rex forever. Fuck the outside world. All I needed was Rex, in this room, making me scream his name over and over.
He arched an eyebrow before giving me a wink. "I'll take that as a promise," he said.
"You should."
He ran his hand up the inside of my thighs as I spread them, wishing they were already working their magic inside me.
After circling my clit, Rex obliged. He pushed his fingers inside while pressing my clit with his thumb.
He leaned over me and scraped his teeth over my nipple, before tweaking and teasing mercilessly with his mouth and tongue.
Every part of my body pulsed with pleasure.
I arched my hips to meet his fingers, willing them deeper, but needing his cock. "Please," I said, after a moment. "Fuck me."
He held my gaze for a second, his jaw tight. "It would be my pleasure." Rex pulled back and wrapped my legs around him before thrusting deep inside. He pounded into me, hard and fast. He cupped my breast and pinched my nipple. My back arched from the bed.
Bolts of pleasure swept through me, and Rex swallowed my screams in a claiming kiss.
I lost track of reality. It was just me and Rex.
Though I didn't know where he stopped and I began.
Every nerve in my body tingled, every fibre of me felt connected to him as he drove into me again and again.
Sweat beaded on my brow, and my breaths came fast and shallow.
Then all the sensation that had been building inside imploded in a climax so intense that black spots swam in my vision.
Rex collapsed on top of me and brushed the hair from my face before looking deep into my eyes. "Do you have any fucking idea how perfect you are?" he asked.
I laughed. "I do," I said. "But it's nice to hear you say it just the same."
With that, Rex clasped onto my hand and pulled me from the bed. "I think we should check out that walk-in shower and all those jets," he said.