Chapter 17
SEVENTEEN
REX
Perry loomed above me, his soft hair falling in his face as he looked down at me.
His expression held a hint of mischief. I shivered when his fingers scraped my scalp.
Honestly, it blew my mind a little that Perry, who could have whomever he wanted, was here, wanting me.
If it was a dream, it was a very convincing one because I could feel the need pouring off of Perry, feeding into my own.
Perry’s kisses were dangerous, because when he kissed me, nothing else existed except the press of his lips and the way his tongue slipped into my mouth.
Careful at first, then slowly becoming more insistent.
Perry kissed me deep, licking all the way back to my tonsils, and I was powerless to do anything but follow his lead.
Right about now, he could steer us off a cliff, and I’d happily tag along.
I was panting when he broke away, his pupils wide like saucers as he sank to his knees between my legs.
With an ease that I envied, he grinned at me, completely comfortable in his skin in a way that I’d never quite managed.
Perry was slim and trim, and I wanted to touch him.
His chest was bare but for the hint of stubble there.
I reached for him, my fingers dancing along his chest.
"Doesn't that itch when it grows back?”
He laughed and pulled me in for a quick kiss. I could feel his smile pressed against my mouth.
“Sometimes. I shave it for work.”
His hands skimmed down my chest, his fingertips gently gliding through my chest hair. “Sometimes I hate doing it.”
“So don’t. You’re sexy as fuck, but you’d be just as sexy with your chest hair as you are without it.”
Perry’s smile gentled, and he placed a hand on my sternum, making me lean back so he could pop the button of my pants and tug my zipper down.
When he grabbed the waistband, I lifted my ass a little to make it easier for him to undress me.
He pulled my pants all the way down and freed my legs one at a time.
His hands slid up my shins, then my thighs.
He leaned in, his smoldering gaze lifting to meet mine, and I nearly melted from the intensity of it.
He leaned in more and nuzzled the base of my cock.
He went a bit lower and suddenly there was a mouth, hot and wet and soft, caressing my sac.
A tongue teased my balls before sliding up the underside of my cock.
My eyes rolled into the back of my head, and I had to work to keep myself upright because I was already boneless, wanting nothing more than to lie back and luxuriate under his ministrations.
But I couldn’t look away from him for more than a second or two.
I’d been attracted to Perry right from the beginning, and my attraction had only grown over the past few weeks as we got to know one another.
His tongue swirled around the head of my cock, teasing my slit, toying with me before taking me deeper.
I reached for him, needing to touch him.
My hand sank into his hair, which was even silkier than it looked.
But Perry… he touched me everywhere. His hands explored my body as he sucked me.
He teased my nipples, twisting them gently, and not so gently when I let out a particularly needy whimper.
His other hand stroked my shaft, he put his hands on my thighs, and his gaze flicked up to meet mine. In the next second, he swallowed me down to the root. I watched my cock slide into his mouth, inch by inch until he was all the way down, his nose pressed against my pubic bone.
It was too good. Too much. My hand tightened in his hair, and I clenched my muscles, desperate to stop myself from coming embarrassingly soon. “Perry, wait. I’m close, please. Perry, fuck.”
He released my cock, then rocked back on his heels, giving me a wicked grin. “Get on the bed.”
He stood with a practiced grace and popped the button on his pants open.
I did as I was told and I scrambled onto the bed, positioning myself in the center of the mattress. I watched Perry strip the rest of his clothes off. His chest wasn’t the only part of his body that he shaved. The lack of any pubic hair made his already impressive cock even more intimidating.
“Jesus Christ,” I said, letting out a shaky exhale. “That thing is not beginner friendly.”
Perry laughed as he knelt on the bed and crawled his way toward me. “Where’s your lube, Rex?”
“Nightstand. Top drawer.”
He stretched over, retrieved the lube, and dropped it on the bed next to us.
He straddled me, then draped himself over top of me, pressing our bodies together as he devoured me again with deliberate strokes of his tongue.
Then his mouth was on my neck, licking and sucking and driving me crazy.
Then on my clavicle, following the line of the bone from throat to shoulder and back again.
At this point, my cock was so hard it hurt.
My pulse beat inside it, making it throb.
Perry shifted back between my legs, but he looked at me with a naughty gleam in his eyes.
His hands slid under my legs, cradling the backs of my knees, and then suddenly he rolled me up and his hot-as-sin mouth was on my hole, licking and teasing and prodding at the muscle.
Instantly, I was a puddle of lust. Incapable of doing anything but lying there and whimpering as Perry ate me alive.
His mouth was a miracle. Soft and inviting and skilled with a tongue that should be registered as a deadly weapon since I was surely about to die.
I fisted the bedding, trying desperately to stay in some kind of control of myself because I seriously wanted to flip us over and ride his face.
I hadn’t heard the lube cap pop open, but he must have done so when I was whimpering and moaning, half out of my mind with pleasure, because suddenly a very lubed-up finger pressed at my entrance, sinking past the loosened muscle without much resistance.
“Ungh. Fuck.” I whined as Perry’s finger slowly worked its way inside me.
He lowered my bottom half, making it a little more comfortable for me, but he had ulterior motives.
Like gaining the ability to grab my cock with his other hand and jerk me as he teased my hole with a single finger.
God, it wasn’t enough. I felt empty and unsatisfied.
I was greedy and feral, my ass clamping down on his finger like it had designs on keeping it there permanently.
Then Perry added another finger and when I was sure I was going to come, when I was thrashing on the bed and clenching around his fingers, Perry squeezed the base of my cock. He squeezed and went still and when he figured the danger had passed, he started over again.
My cock was leaking precum down my shaft.
My hair was damp with sweat and plastered to my forehead, and my whole body was clenched like a fist. Perry gently pulled his fingers out of my ass, and he let me relax again.
He climbed on top of me and reached for the lube.
I watched him, my gaze unwavering as he squirted lube into his hand, then lined our cocks up and stroked them together.
“Fuck, look at you,” he rasped, his voice deep and hoarse.
Look at me? Look at him. I was nothing special, not compared to Perry.
He had me pinned beneath him, and I looked up at him like he was a god or some kind of prince, all sass and swagger.
A devastating combination of sex appeal and earnestness.
When he looked at me, I believed that he liked what he saw.
That in his eyes, maybe I was more than a soft-around-the-center veterinarian with a sprinkle of salt in his hair and crow’s feet etched into my skin.
My hands rested on Perry’s hips, and I looked down, watching the way he stroked both of us with his expert touch.
God, this man could have anyone he wanted, and he was here with me.
Naked. Harder than iron. I watched precum bead on the tip of his cock, and I had the urge to lick him clean, lube or not.
I didn’t care. But this was Perry’s show, and he was definitely in charge.
He leaned forward, bending his body around his hand and our cocks, and brushed a quick and dirty kiss against my parted lips.
The thing that floored me was that Perry hadn’t done anything to me that I hadn’t already experienced in some capacity before.
But it was the way he did it, the way all his focus was on me while he tore me apart, one atom at a time, that had my toes curling and my breath coming in short, sharp rasps.
My fingers dug into his flesh, like it was instinct to hold tight to him. As Perry stroked, he rocked forward and back, grinding and fucking the channel created by his hand.
“Holy shit.” His voice trembled when he spoke. His breathing was fast and thready as he continued to move against me. “I’m so fucking close.”
Reaching for him, I slid my hand around the back of his neck and pushed myself up a little with my other to meet him halfway.
Our lips clashed in a blistering kiss. Kissing Perry was a main event all on its own.
I loved the way he tasted, the way his lips were soft, and the way his tongue on mine made my heart thrash in my ribcage.
Perry had the power to destroy me with a single kiss. I was being unmade by him. By his touch and his breath. By the way he was taking me apart like no one else had ever done.
My orgasm came on like fog rolling in. Slow at first, then growing in intensity until my pleasure was the only thing that existed. My pleasure, and Perry, pressed against me. Writhing and moaning. His voice lilted as he whispered encouraging words as my mind shattered and cum sprayed up my chest.
I couldn’t stop touching him. Twisting underneath him. I couldn’t stop wanting to kiss him and grind up against him. Even though my cock was getting sensitive now, I didn’t want to stop. Perry was a drug and I was addicted.
Breathless, my body seemed to go limp all at once.
“That was… amazing seems like a weak word.”
Perry smiled down at me, mischief mixing with fondness in his gaze. “You used past tense, like you assume it’s over. Baby, I’m just getting started.”
Oh holy fuck. I wasn’t going to survive this.