In the Middle of Somewhere (Middle of Somewhere, #1)(50)



I never thought about having tension in my hips or thighs, but as Rex spreads my legs farther apart, relaxing them, I feel loose and flexible, the tension draining from me, leaving me open to him. He scoots up, running a hand through my hair and I arch into his touch.

“Okay, baby?” he asks softly, like he doesn’t want to break the spell.

“Feels so good,” I murmur. When Rex slides down over my back and starts kissing my neck, I vaguely register that he’s taken off his pants too, but I didn’t notice. He kisses down my spine and, when he reaches the plump of my ass, he doesn’t stop, kissing a line down my crack. I gasp and tense up again, but his hands stroke my hips.

“I want to taste you, Daniel,” Rex says, his voice the tumble of a blood-warm wave breaking near my ear. “Can I taste you?” He follows this up with a lick to my ear and I groan, nodding manically. I can feel his hardness between my legs, a pulsing brand on my thigh.

“Tell me.”

“Do it, please.”

“Do what, Daniel?” Rex asks, his voice teasing and filthy.

“Ungh, I want—want you to taste me,” I bite out, a rush of shame competing with arousal.

“Spread your legs for me,” he commands.

He drops down again, grabbing the hills of my ass and squeezing them, then pulling them apart. His tongue touches my opening and a dark, hot pleasure opens me up as he licks into me.

“Oh god,” I groan, burying my face in the pillow. Rex goes back to his massage, hands sliding down my thighs to my calves, relaxing every muscle he touches. Then his mouth is back, kissing and then licking my hole, his tongue relaxing this muscle too. He pushes me up farther, so he can bury his face between my cheeks, and then everything is liquid heat and a pleasure so much gentler than penetration. I feel the shift as my muscles relax and Rex’s tongue breaches me. It’s something caught so exactly between relaxing me and driving me to a fever pitch of arousal that my brain doesn’t know how to process it and I slide back and forth between unclenching to his mouth and tensing with pleasure.

I’m crying out, now, desperate for Rex to push a little harder, slide a little deeper so this feeling can coalesce into something I know. But he keeps working me, sliding softly inside me and gentling my trembling muscles with his own.

“Rex, Rex, Rex,” I call out, unable to control myself. I don’t know what I’m begging for. Whether more or less—everything or nothing—I don’t know.

Then Rex groans, the sound ripped from deep inside him. As he shifts, I feel his erection, impossibly hard, and he’s trembling above me.

“Oh, Daniel,” he says, and his voice is a tender animal that could consume me. “Fuck, Daniel, I need to be here right now.” He slides three fingers into me as he says it, and my whole body clenches, shuddering when he breaches me.

“Unnhh,” I say, pressing my hips into the bed and grabbing the sheets. Rex grabs my hips to keep me still. He reaches up to grab a condom from the dresser and puts his mouth to my ear.

“Was that a yes?” he growls, and I moan again. “Was that ‘Yes, Rex, you can have my ass?’” I nod frantically, trying to turn and look back at him, but his weight makes it impossible. I’m out of my head with lust. The only thing I can feel is the empty throbbing in my channel where his tongue has left me wanting. I can almost feel him inside me, filling me up, and I clench at the thought.

“Fuck, baby,” Rex says. Then he dives back down, his mouth sucking at my hole, tongue jabbing inside me.

“Rex, please.”

“Please what?” he says, low and rumbling.

“Please, f*ck me,” I’m finally able to string together. I don’t know how I can be this relaxed and this on edge at the same time, but when I feel Rex’s heat against me I don’t even tense up. He slides just past my muscle and my body welcomes him. He spreads my ass and slides the rest of the way in, filling me so perfectly that it takes me a moment to catch up with the sensation. By the time it does, he’s all the way inside me, and my whole channel clenches with pleasure. We both cry out and Rex’s hands tighten on my hips, pulling me up and onto his shaft.

He doesn’t move, and it’s like we’re locked together in a perfect moment that we know will only get better. I swallow hard and Rex drops his forehead to my back. Then he begins to move—tiny pulses of his hips that stir friction between us. Gradually, his movements get bigger, until I can feel the drag of his cock against my inner walls. My own erection feels almost secondary, a sensation I never thought I would have. It’s as if only where he’s touching me matters. He slides slowly out of me, and I make a desperate sound, thinking he’s leaving, but he strokes up my spine.

He rests the head of his cock against my hole, teasing me with it, pulsing himself shallowly in and out of my muscle, confusing the sensitive skin there with each penetration. Then he slides all the way back in with one firm stroke and it’s like a fire stroking through my channel. He pulls my hips up farther and begins f*cking me deeply, letting his weight bear him down.

He’s supporting himself on his arms as he f*cks down into me and I grab the corded muscle of his forearms, trying to gain some purchase. I can’t stop the broken sounds that are coming out of my mouth and Rex is making a noise like a groan and a whimper. Then I arch into him and he slides against my prostate, flooding me with a wave of pleasure from my ass to my dick.

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