In the Middle of Somewhere (Middle of Somewhere, #1)(36)

“No one?” I ask, my breath coming a little quicker as his hand drifts down to my chest and finds my nipples, his rough finger pads tracing them lightly.

“No one,” he says. “Never talked in class. Never talked period. Stuttered if I tried. Didn’t look at anyone. Not at any of the schools.” His fingertip slides into my navel and down to trace the edge of my jeans where they’ve slipped below my hip bones.

“Schools?”

“We moved a lot.” He presses kisses to my collarbones and my chest as he unbuttons my jeans and pushes them down. “Made it easier ’cause no one really notices the new kid anyway.” His hands cup my ass, squeezing gently, and I shiver against him.

I run my hands up and down his sides, feel the huge expanse of his ribs as he inhales. Compared to his hands, the skin here and on his back is smooth and untouched. His stomach’s another story. At first I didn’t notice because of his dark hair, but the flickering firelight casts a scar into relief on the right side of his stomach.

“What’s this from?” I ask, running my finger over the raised scar.

“Had my appendix out,” he says, then kisses me again, dragging me tight against him. I grab at his waist to keep my balance.

“Daniel,” he grinds out, his voice like crushed rock. “I want you so bad.” I feel an answering pulse in my groin.

I nod, try to answer, but it just comes out as “Mmphfhm.” Apparently Rex understands, because he takes my hand and leads me to the bedroom. It’s spare but comfortable. There’s an iPod and a Discman on the bedside table. I didn’t know anyone still listened to Discmen. Rex’s sheets are—I see just before I end up on my back on top of them—green flannel.

Rex drops his pants on the floor next to the bed and crawls on top of me. His legs are powerfully muscled, his thighs twice the size of mine, and his plain white briefs fail to contain his erection. He is, all in all, overwhelming. His size, his heat, the f*cking delicious smell of him that’s now mixed with a scent that must be his arousal. I cup his balls through the damp fabric and he growls, shimmying out of his underwear and dragging mine down too.

He flips me onto my stomach effortlessly and kisses the back of my neck and down my spine. When he gets to the small of my back, he licks his way back up. I shiver as the wet stripe catches the air. He nuzzles my neck and kisses my ear and I turn my head to try and catch his mouth.

“You don’t know what you f*cking do to me,” he murmurs. I can feel his erection pulse against my ass with the beat of his heart.

My skin feels too tight but my hips and spine are loose with desire. He flexes his hips and his hardness slides between my cheeks. Rex moans and kisses the center of my back. I feel shivery and a little uncertain, realizing that I’m about to f*ck Rex. Or, what seems more likely is that he’s about to f*ck me. I want to just lose myself in his body, his strength, but my heart starts to race, and a little voice in the back of my head is whispering things I don’t want to hear. It’s not safe to be this vulnerable, it whispers. You can’t trust someone like that. He’ll think you’re weak.

I shake my head to clear it and grab the sheets, the green flannel an anchor.

Rex’s heat recedes a little and I’m rolled gently onto my back. I open my eyes to see Rex leaning over me. His gaze is steady, hot with desire, but still calm. Like he’s totally in control of what he’s doing.

“You okay?” he asks. I nod and reach for him again. “What’s up?” I shake my head. “Daniel, we don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do,” Rex says, sinking down next to me. His weight makes the bed dip and I roll into him.

“No, no, I want to. I totally want to,” I say, but my voice sounds a little shaky. “I just—it’s been a long time since I….” I look away.

“Bottomed?”

I nod.

“Just tell me what you want.” One big hand is stroking my back gently, but the look in his eyes is intense.

“I want to,” I say. “I want you.” I bite my lip. I can’t stand the sound of my own voice. I sound needy and weird.

Rex pulls me on top of him and tangles our fingers together. Then we’re kissing, our mouths and cocks straining together, but he won’t let us touch each other. I pull at his hands and he draws mine to his mouth and kisses each before he lets them go. I reach for his balls, hold them warm and tight in my hand and then I kiss him slow, watching his eyes drift shut. I tug gently and he gasps into my mouth. I reach underneath him and stroke his ass. It’s thick and strong and his whole body tightens when I squeeze, etching his muscles like stone.

Rex pulls me forward and kisses me deeply, our tongues sliding together, and I feel his finger at my entrance, just tapping there. But every tap zings a jolt through me and I shiver against him. Then the finger is gone and he cups my head, runs his hand through my messy hair and I moan into his kiss. He spreads me open with both hands and then his finger is back, slick with lube he must have reached for but I didn’t even notice. He rubs the slickness into my hole while he kisses me, then slides slowly inside. I tense up, but he runs his hand down my neck, stroking my back.

“Okay?” he says, and I nod, thrusting my hips as I adjust to his finger. Our erections slide together, his hips meeting mine.

“Fuck, baby, you feel amazing,” Rex groans and he slides a second finger inside me. I kiss his neck and throat. I can feel a spot he missed when he was shaving and I’m flooded with tenderness for him. I kiss the spot and shake my head at myself because apparently I’m turning into a total sap.