Chapter 18
EIGHTEEN
PERRY
“I’m ninety-seven percent sure I can’t go again anytime soon.” Rex looked mildly freaked out, like he was edging toward panic at the thought that he might disappoint me in some way.
To combat this, I draped myself over top of him, pressing our bodies together, smearing the mess between us without a care.
“Doesn’t matter.” I kissed him sweetly, dragging it out for a moment, just enjoying the way his mouth felt against mine.
The way his breath hitched when I kissed him.
The confession cracked me open and crawled out of my mouth.
“Sometimes the afterglow is my favorite part, but doing what I do, usually once they get the money shot, there’s a couple minutes of rest and then everyone is peeling away to do their own thing.
It’s not…” The word I wanted evaded me, but Rex swooped in with a soft expression.
“Intimate.”
“Yeah.” I dragged my fingertip down Rex’s chest. I was half on top of him still, my semi-hard cock nestled against him. “Is this okay?” I asked, leaning in, kissing his throat.
Rex wound his arms around me, holding me close. He turned his head and captured my mouth with his. His hand cupped the back of my head, and we kissed like we had all the time in the universe to explore each other.
I wasn’t lying when I told Rex about how it was after a shoot.
Sometimes, if I really clicked with a guy, we’d hang out after, but this felt different from that.
Sure, those instances were nice when they did happen, but they didn’t feel the same as this did.
It was like a cheap imitation to what I’d really been looking for.
This kind of closeness could only be achieved with someone I could trust. Someone I could be vulnerable with. Someone who saw past the persona to the real person underneath.
Rex had a way of kissing me that made me feel cherished and valued beyond the initial surge of lust. His body was pliant underneath me. Our bodies moved in unison, still seeking something. Not friction or release, but a closeness, like we wanted to crawl under each other’s skin.
We traded lazy kisses for ages until my mouth was tired and my lungs screamed for oxygen.
I pulled away, but didn’t go anywhere. Not that Rex would let me.
He’d turned into an octopus and had our legs tangled together.
His arms were still wrapped around me, and I laid my head on his chest with a sigh.
My cock was hard again, but coming didn’t feel all that important.
Rex rolled us onto our sides. My hand found a home pressed against his chest, and I found a home in his eyes.
Meeting Rex had been a dream come true. No man had ever bought me flowers before.
Or taken me to a community art exhibit. And maybe I just had shit taste in men, or maybe the bar was on the floor, but Rex never failed to exceed my expectations—and that included in the bedroom.
I’d had all kinds of sex before. Quick. Slow. Hard. Soft. Rough. Angry. You name it, I’d done it. But I hadn’t had sex that meant something. I hadn’t been with a person who meant something to me.
To stop all these thoughts from spilling past my lips, I kissed him again, softly brushing my lips against his.
He hummed and returned the kiss, taking the lead this time.
It seemed maybe he had designs on continuing because he rolled me onto my back and suddenly I was pinned underneath him.
Rex was taller and broader than me and my stomach swooped when his weight pressed down on me as our kiss grew more heated.
Rex’s kisses had a way of making time stop.
They made the universe disappear. He was still only half-hard, but I didn’t even care about that.
Anyone could have an orgasm. I could get myself off ten times a day if I felt the urge to do so, but this I couldn’t do.
I couldn’t kiss myself or hold myself or pin myself to the bed.
I couldn’t make my pulse race for reasons other than pure physical exertion.
He began kissing my throat, leaving long lines of featherlight kisses on my skin like he was drawing a map with his lips.
He kissed the hollow of my throat and the slope of my clavicle.
His hands skated over my skin, leaving trails of fire behind.
My cock, previously hard but content to take a back seat, was now throbbing again, demanding attention.
Rex seemed to be in no hurry to pay it any mind, however. He was too busy exploring my body.
His next conquest was my chest. I stretched my arms above my head, elongating my torso. This prompted him to take a detour to my armpit. His hands slid up my arms and he looked at me, a small smile curving his lips.
“You shave there too?”
“Mmhm. Even if I wasn’t in porn, I would. I hate having armpit hair.”
“I won’t lie. It’s kind of hot.”
His mouth descended upon mine, soft but with a renewed sense of urgency. His palms glided up my arms, then down again causing goosebumps to raise in the wake of his touch.
Rex couldn’t keep his mouth off of me, because one moment he was kissing me, and then his wickedly talented tongue was back at my chest, this time circling my nipple, teasing the tender bud until I started to writhe beneath him.
I felt him smile against my skin and then keep going.
Rex seemed determined to taste every inch of me and to drive me wild while he did so.
He kissed his way down to my stomach, and I laughed when he got too close to my belly button.
Upon finding the ticklish spot by accident, Rex teased it again then shot me a mischievous grin before abandoning the sensitive spot in favor of kissing lower.
And lower. And then suddenly his face was buried in my groin.
He nestled himself between my legs and spread them apart, making room for himself.
Instinctively, I reached for him. Burying a hand in his hair, I gently raked my nails over his scalp. “You don’t have to.”
Rex huffed a laugh. “Oh, I think I do.” His gaze met mine briefly before dipping again, focusing on the task at hand.
Which seemed to be spreading my legs wider and kissing the crease of my thigh where my leg met my body.
It made me squirm, and I wanted to spread my legs impossibly wider, but I also wanted to clamp them shut at the same time.
Rex seemed to sense this and he moved on, giving me a break from the overwhelming sensations coursing through my body.
His next trick was to tease the base of my cock with his mouth. His tongue. His hot breath on my damp skin. Bit by bit. Kiss by kiss. Rex was taking me apart, and I couldn’t look away from my own destruction.
When Rex took me in his hand, he let out an appreciative sound and licked an agonizingly slow stripe up the underside of my cock.
He laved the head with his tongue, swirling it around the crown without taking it past his lips before sliding his open mouth down the side of my shaft again.
He repeated this motion a few times, each time choosing a slightly different area on my cock to tease with his tongue.
I did my best to stay still and not thrash, but his efforts were starting to drive me crazy.
My legs were restless, and it was all I could do to stop them from thrusting when he finally did take me in his mouth.
My fingers tightened in his hair and he whimpered, so I released him, putting my hands at my sides.
Rex paused, until he located my hand and gently guided it back to his head. He pressed it to his skull in a silent order to keep it there and then he went back to work with gusto.
Seeing his mouth stretched around my cock was fucking obscene.
But the real treat was the way he glanced up at me every so often.
The look in his eyes was indecipherable.
And maybe it was okay to have some secrets between us because there was no way I could tell Rex that this had been the best day of my life.
That I wanted to never leave his house. That I wanted to tattoo myself on his skin and etch myself into his bones.
I lay back and closed my eyes and fell into the sensation of his mouth on my cock, his tongue flattening against the underside of the shaft as he took me deeper, but not quite all the way. He kept a hand wrapped around the base of my cock as he sucked.
If Rex was still worried about measuring up to the models I slept with, he had nothing to fear because being the center of his attention made me float.
It was a heady feeling to have no cameras rolling.
To not have someone sleeping with me because they were paid or because they wanted to say they’d fucked a porn star.
I was in Rex’s bed because he wanted me there.
My cock was in his mouth because he put it there.
And my stupid heart was in his hands because I’d gone and caught feelings for him.
I knew it was a dumb idea, and I let myself do it anyway.
I could have walled myself off and remained friendly but distant as per my usual M.O.
, but I hadn’t wanted to keep Rex at arm’s length.
What was he doing to me? Besides giving me the best head of my life.
Rex took his time with me. Working my cock deeper into his mouth with every passing minute. He seemed determined to take it all, and who was I to argue with an ambitious man?
At one point, he had to come up for air. He released my cock and sucked in a breath of air.
“You’re vers, right? Because this is something I need to experience,” he said, stroking my cock.
My pulse hammered in my skull like it was a drum being pounded from the inside.
Before I could answer, Rex took me back into his mouth again. This time he took my cock as deep as he could, which made him choke and gag. He pulled back and then tried it again, and I hated the way my body thought that was hot. It shouldn’t be, but I liked watching him choke on my dick.
My hand was still in his hair, still resting on his head, but I didn’t push him. Didn’t urge him to go faster or take me deeper. I merely held him while he gave me all the attention he wanted to give me. I wasn’t going to take more than what was on offer.
But I couldn’t get the image of fucking him out of my head. I wanted him underneath me, stretched out with his legs folded neatly under him. His head down and his arms outstretched, he’d allow me to pin him like a butterfly.
I almost missed the way Rex’s hips flexed as he ground his cock into the mattress.
God, he really liked sucking cock. He liked it to the point that he was about to come before I did.
“Don’t come,” I told him, my hips flexing and thrusting without my permission. Rex keened and groaned, but stopped thrusting, at which point I took over. Cradling his head in my hands, I planted my feet on the mattress and gently, slowly, leisurely fucked his face.
“That’s right. That’s good. Just like that,” I said. “God, I’m so close. And after I come down your throat, I want you to cum on me. Can you do that? Can you get up here and cum on my face? My tongue?”
He moaned but this time it sounded like he agreed with my plan.
And that was enough to tip me over the precipice.
I came in his mouth and down his throat, and some of it leaked out of his mouth and ran down my shaft.
I was in too many pieces to mind. Every atom in my body split and shattered and then came back together all in less than a second.
It was like I came so hard my soul left my body because the next thing I knew, Rex loomed over top of me and jerked himself above my waiting mouth.
The first bit of his release streaked up my cheek, but the next hit my tongue, salty and thick and not at all unpleasant. Rex stroked himself furiously, his face a mix of rapture and disbelief as his orgasm rapidly faded out.
For a second time, we lay collapsed in a heap of sweat and spend and satisfaction.
There were more kisses after too, but these were even sweeter and softer than the ones before.
Like he knew if he kissed me too deeply, my body might wake again and he was afraid of making that happen.
And then it was his turn to use me for a pillow.
He laid his head on my chest, pressing his ear against me, and I combed my fingers through his hair like I was petting him. He didn’t seem to mind.
“Can you stay the night?” Rex asked quietly, like it was some kind of vulnerable thing for him to put himself out there, even after he’d sucked my brains out of my cock.
“The only place I’m going is the shower,” I answered, making him laugh. And if he held me a bit tighter, I pretended not to notice.