Chapter 30
THIRTY
PERRY
When Rex gave me a key to his house six months ago and told me to let myself in whenever I wanted, I’d thought long and hard before choosing to take him up on the offer.
I mean, I accepted the key right away, but it took me a few weeks before I was comfortable with the idea of just letting myself into his space without him there.
Today, I had no such reservations. Rex had to work late handling an emergency, and I took the opportunity to come over and surprise him.
I let Donut out and fed his cats, which made me kind of wish that I could bring Gumball over with me so he could hang out with Rex’s cats.
But that was a problem for future Perry.
Current Perry was in Rex’s shower, cleaning out in preparation for the evening.
I mean, a girl could never be too prepared.
Truth be told, I was nervous. We’d traded housekeys and slept over at each other’s places, but tonight felt bigger somehow.
Maybe it was the romantic in me, the secret one that Rex had awakened with his charm and his acceptance, but I’d put a lot of importance on tonight.
We’d talked about going bare for a long time, but I wasn’t ready.
I still worked regularly, and Rex still loved that I did what I did.
And I, of course, got tested on a regular basis.
Rex trusted me and he’d been willing to go bare, not every time, but sometimes when we knew it was safe, for a while now.
But there was a problem.
Me.
For some reason, I’d been terrified to knock down this last wall between us. I was the final obstacle in removing this flimsy barrier. After weeks of turning it over in my head, I finally felt ready to do this. I wanted all of Rex. I wanted to give him all of me.
I was drying off when the sound of the front door shutting got my attention. Danish let out a series of sharp barks before going silent. Footsteps approached as I wrapped the towel around my waist. I heard the low timbre of Rex’s voice as he talked to Danish, but I couldn’t make out the words.
“Perry?”
“In the bedroom.” I called, stepping out of the attached bathroom and into the bedroom. I’d hoped to have more time to prepare for him, but when he rounded the corner and came into view, I suddenly didn’t care about anything except getting my hands on him as quickly as possible.
When Rex walked in, he lurched to a stop and straightened up. His eyes lit up when he saw me and each inch of bare skin seemed to help bolster that second wind. He was no longer exhausted like he’d looked only a second ago. Now he looked energized. Eager.
Rex licked his lips and walked toward me. I didn’t move, letting him approach. “Aren’t you a sight for sore eyes.”
Rex approached like he was hunting me, but I’d like to think the opposite was true because it was him who was snared by me.
He reached for my waist and the towel that barely clung to my body.
I was still kind of damp from the shower, but Rex didn’t care.
He tossed the towel aside and smiled when my cock rose to greet him.
Finally, Rex looked me in the eyes. “Someone’s happy to see me.”
My hands went to his chest automatically, and I started undoing his shirt, button by button. “I’ve been thinking about you all day.”
“All good things, I hope.”
“Good things. Bad things. Dirty things,” I whispered as I pushed the shirt off his shoulders.
Rex took care of the rest. Tugging it off his wrists, he let it fall to the floor.
I leaned in, rising slightly to meet his mouth with mine.
At the same time, I fumbled with his belt and his zipper.
Rex made no move to help me. He just held me, his hands sliding up my arms, caressing my skin, until he reached my face.
He cradled my cheeks and licked his way inside my mouth, taking over the kiss. Stealing my breath. Rocking my world.
Rex’s kisses were everything. They were light and dark and oxygen. They were my entire universe and my smallest, simplest joy.
He turned me and backed me up toward the bed. He had me sit on the edge and that’s when he finished what I started and dropped his pants. I stared at him, at his thick cock, at the way it rose up and away from his body, pointing straight at me.
I leaned forward, wanting to trace the head with my tongue, to lick the vein that ran up the underside, to taste him, but Rex pulled back.
Then sank to his knees.
“Tell me,” he said, sliding his hands up my knees, pushing them apart, spreading them to make room.
Tell me had become a little game we played sometimes.
Where Rex would lavish me with attention while I told him about a shoot I recently did.
He loved hearing about my scenes with other men.
We’d watched a few together, but Rex confessed that watching wasn’t as good for him as listening.
He said he liked hearing what I got out of it.
He liked hearing about my lived experience.
He found it hotter than watching, said something about hearing it come out of my mouth made it better for him.
And my thoughts on it? I fucking loved it. I never thought that I’d find a guy who was not only willing to accept my career, but who had also found a way to embrace it.
I leaned back, bracing myself on my hands, which I planted behind me to hold myself up so I could watch Rex’s reactions.
“Did you want to hear about the time I was spit-roasted in the forest?”
Arousal flashed in Rex’s eyes, and he leaned forward, taking my cock in his mouth as his answer. My voice got stuck in my throat as Rex’s tongue teased my cock, swirling around the head like I was his favorite treat.
I let my left hand take more of my weight so I could reach for Rex with my right. I stroked my fingers through his hair, trying to conjure up the memory even as Rex devoured me, body and soul.
“I was on a hike. Well, I was pretending to be on a hike. And these two guys, really big ones. You know the kind. Shoulders wider than doorframes. Arms like pythons. They were blocking the trail. They said I had to pay a toll.” Even Rex made an amused sound, though his mouth was full of cock.
“I know, it was kind of corny but, God, they were almost too big, you know. Intimidating as fuck. They not only could have snapped me in half, they could have pulverized me.”
Rex moaned, sending vibrations through my body. “God, your mouth is amazing.”
I let myself enjoy the feel of his tongue, of the way his lips curled around his teeth, guarding my sensitive flesh. He hollowed out his cheeks and sucked me down, taking me to the base of my cock. My hand tightened in his hair, and I tipped my head back, falling into a floaty feeling.
Rex pulled back. “Tell me more.” He moved his attention to the base of my cock, then my balls. He licked at my sac, teasing the sensitive skin with a touch that was almost too gentle.
“They put me on my knees, made me suck their dicks. One, then the other, then they tried to see if my mouth could take both. I still remember the way the ground dug into my knees and the way they gripped my hair.” I ran my fingers through Rex’s hair and then tugged a handful, not hard enough to hurt, but enough to make him feel it.
Rex practically purred, then with no warning, his hands slid under my legs and he rolled me up, tipping me on my back and putting my ass in the air.
“Ho—” I started to say, but his mouth was already on me, licking me open, thrusting his tongue in my hole, teasing the entrance.
I was now happier than ever that I’d taken the initiative to clean out properly.
It wasn’t something that was part of my normal routine because, honestly, it wasn’t my favorite thing.
But being with Rex made it worth it. I wanted everything to be perfect.
I’d never particularly romanticized the act of going bare before.
I’d done it for work and outside of work, but I’d been extra careful with Rex.
The last thing I wanted was to jeopardize his health.
And it was something he never pushed for.
Rex was perfect like that. Sure, we’d talked about it, and we agreed that it would be amazing for both of us, for a lot of reasons, but Rex understood my hang-ups about it.
In some ways, it was funny that the hesitation was mine and not his. He trusted me, he said. He loved me, and he trusted me, and he’d waited for me to be ready.
Rex ate my ass like he was starving. Completely not shy about the noises he made, moaning and slurping as he made sure my hole was nice and wet and loose for him.
I knew I was supposed to keep talking about the spit-roast in the woods, but all I could think about was how empty I was and how much I needed him inside me.
“Rex, please. Please. I need you.”
He paused, as he always did, and his gaze darted to the nightstand where he kept the supplies. He started to move, but I stopped him.
“Wait. Don’t. I want you. Just you.”
Rex glanced from the nightstand back to me. “You sure?”
“If you are.”
Rex bent forward and gave me a fleeting kiss before he grabbed the lube off the nightstand, leaving the condoms behind.
He coated his cock in lube, probably too much, and drizzled some more on his fingers.
He held my gaze, his other hand resting behind my knee to keep me in place.
I watched the muscles in his shoulder move as he stroked himself.
“Ready?” he asked, moving closer. The head of his cock brushed against my hole, and I reached up, gripping myself by the backs of the knees to hold myself open for him.
“I need you.” I poured every scrap of sincerity that I could muster into those three words.
Rex didn’t make me wait, but he didn’t hurry either. He entered me slowly, letting me feel every millimeter of his cock as it stretched me open. There was a slight burn, for a fraction of a moment, and then just smooth, uninhibited pleasure.
By the time Rex was fully seated, I was panting and sweating. Desperation clawed at me, demanding I move, and I tried, but Rex shushed me and continued his glacial pace.
My body tensed around him, gripping him like I could keep him inside me forever if I tried hard enough.
Rex leaned forward, placed a knee on the bed, and bent down far enough to kiss me.
I raised my head and tried to deepen the kiss, and that’s when he thrust hard and fast, knocking the air out of me.
“Fuck.” I whined. “Do that again,” I told him. I’d beg if I had to. I wasn’t above it. Not at all. Not when Rex inside me was the most perfect I’d ever felt. And it wasn’t my imagination. When Rex touched me, looked at me, smiled at me, I could feel the love flowing out of him.
He fucked me hard and deep, with long, powerful thrusts that drove me up the bed.
Eventually, both of Rex’s knees were on the bed, and he had my legs draped over his arms. He moved my legs so my calves rested on his shoulders.
He gripped my hips and fucked me hard, and fast, and I got so, so, so fucking close to coming when suddenly he slowed his pace.
He lowered my legs, smiling at me when I hooked them around his waist and pulled us closer together.
I reached for him, grabbed him, and pulled him down into a kiss and from there, things slowed down and he was no longer fucking me.
We were moving in unison. It was like a dance.
Push and pull. Breathing and kissing and just being so wholly present in the moment that nothing else in the world mattered.
My head spun from lack of oxygen, and my whole body felt like it was coiled tight, ready to shatter.
“Rex,” I said, nearly frantic, feeling like I’d go crazy if he didn’t come soon. “Please. Please, I need you to come.”
I wanted that part of him.
“I need you to come,” I told him. “So when I’ve recovered, I can flip you over and pin you down and do the same thing to you. Want to paint your insides. Want to mark you as mine.”
“Oh shit.” Rex’s voice was tight and his rhythm faltered.
He had a thing, he said, for my mouth. It didn’t matter if I was using it on his body or if I was just talking dirty to him. He proved his point when he tipped his head back and thrust harder and deeper and emptied himself inside of me.
That’s what finally set me off, knowing that Rex was deep inside me now. It was such a primal thing, this need I’d had to have him like this, and now that I had it, I wanted it again already, and he hadn’t even pulled out yet.
I came like a fucking bomb went off. The minute my hand touched my cock, it was over.
I shattered, coming in streaks up my chest. It pooled on my stomach and got on my fingers.
Rex scooped some of the cum off my chest and popped his fingers in his mouth.
He closed his eyes as he hummed, clearly appreciating the salty, tangy flavor that coated his tongue.
Cum breath or no, I wanted him to kiss me again. Needed it, in fact. Maybe more now than ever. Rex was mine. I was his. To think, something that started out fake ended up being the most real thing in my life.