In the Middle of Somewhere (Middle of Somewhere, #1)(105)
“All right?” Rex asks, more growl than query, and I nod frantically.
“Now you, please.”
He swears, and squeezes more conditioner out to slick himself up. He takes my hands and puts them on the bar inside the shower door, bending me over and lifting my ass to him.
“Stay,” he says.
He swipes his fingers over my hole one more time, making me clench in anticipation and moan when that’s all there is. Then I feel his heat hovering over my back, and he slides against me, filling me slowly. I can feel the trembling in his thighs as he seats himself fully inside me. He’s so tall he has to crouch to f*ck me like this, and that tremble makes everything more intense, like he’s willing to do anything to get inside.
“Oh god,” he moans, resting his forehead at the nape of my neck. I clench around him and he swears, curling his hands around my shoulders from the front, and dragging me down even farther onto his cock. As he penetrates me this last little bit, it sends shock waves of pleasure through my ass, and I can’t help but clench up again.
“Move,” I beg, so of course he stays still, kissing and sucking the back of my neck. I can feel him, pulsing inside me with the beat of his heart. Now that we’re not using condoms, it’s like I can feel his blood close to the surface, his heat always just about to merge with mine. Then he starts to move, tiny little pulses of his hips that seem to stir my pleasure so slowly that I’m moaning and panting before I even realize I’m doing it. He reaches down and spreads me open wider, and I can see our blurry reflections in the mirror through the shower door. Rex is looking down at where we’re joined and I wish I could see us through his eyes. Our hazy shapes in the mirror look like smears, shaking against each other with desire, straining to become one.
Rex ghosts his finger over my hole, around his erection, then pushes at my rim experimentally. My breath catches and I go still, my body tensed, every bit of my attention focused on the spot. He just keeps running his finger around my hole, sending shivers through me, until he flexes his finger slightly, sliding it in alongside his cock. I shudder, the sensation of being too full making me writhe away for a moment. But when he eases his finger out, I immediately want it back.
“Do that again,” I breathe, dropping my head down and trying to relax.
Rex pulls out and slams into me, that first stroke catching me so off-guard that I cry out. He f*cks me deeply for a few more strokes, then surges in to the hilt and pauses again. He squeezes more conditioner and then his finger is back, sliding gently into me alongside his erection. Rex moans and I shiver, my breath coming fast. Rex slowly pulls out, leaving just his finger inside me, and he curls it to nail my prostate. I cry out, the sudden bright pleasure so intense and so different than the diffuse pressure of his cock that it’s shocking. He leaves his finger inside me and slowly slides back in, filling me.
“Oh, f*ck, f*ck,” I mutter, trying to squirm away, but he won’t let me. He’s trembling again, clutching at my hip with his other hand. As his erection slides in, it presses his finger against my prostate, turning my insides to liquid heat. I tentatively clench my internal muscles around him and pleasure shoots through my channel. Rex convulses against my back, groaning. I can’t take much more of this. I feel wracked on Rex’s cock and finger, my whole body straining simultaneously to get away and to move closer. I can hear myself moaning brokenly but it sounds like it’s coming from miles away. The water sounds close, though, like we’re f*cking under a waterfall.
Rex gives one more flex of his finger against my prostate, then slides his finger out. I’m panting, my legs barely able to hold me up. I’ve left my hands where Rex put them: on the door rail. As Rex starts to f*ck me in earnest, long, deep strokes that fill me so perfectly, I let go to grab my own rock-hard erection. Rex, his hand now free, catches my wrist before I can, and guides it back to the door rail, squeezing his own over it.
“No,” he says roughly, and I groan in frustration, but can’t seem to form actual words of protest.
Rex pulls my hips up farther, so I’m almost on my tiptoes, and keeps f*cking me. The heat prickles in my lower back and I can see my erection jump each time Rex’s hard cock slides past my prostate. I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to concentrate on not stroking myself off. There’s something about the way Rex tells me what to do when we’re f*cking that makes me want to do whatever he says. It’s like he owns my body and controls it. And I let him.
Rex puts a hand to my belly, just above my groin, holding me tight to him. Then he starts thrusting up into me, changing his angle so he penetrates me even deeper. I can feel my whole channel throbbing with pleasure and a little bit of soreness from his powerful thrusts. Then Rex slides his hand down and starts jerking me off. The second his rough hand closes around my erection, I’m done for. My balls are pulled up so tight I can’t believe I haven’t come yet, and every nerve ending in my body feels electric. Rex thrusts into me a few more times, and my orgasm shoots through me, the fingers of pleasure stroking me inside and out, pushed out of me by Rex’s cock and pulled from me by his hand.
My whole body clenches in white-hot pleasure and I can hear Rex cry out, distantly, as I clench around him. His hand is shaky on my cock as he gives a few last thrusts, and then he’s coming too, legs trembling, chest heaving, and cock branding me inside with heat. My own cock gives a final, sympathetic pulse, a few last beads of pleasure welling from me as Rex collapses on my back, his breath loud in my ear.