In the Middle of Somewhere (Middle of Somewhere, #1)(95)

“Your body is so f*cking gorgeous,” I tell him, squeezing handfuls of his ass and watching the flesh bounce perfectly. I kiss the insides of his thighs and he jerks, his breath coming faster. I reach under his hips and pull his erection so it’s pointing down between his legs, then I run my tongue along the sensitive skin between his hole and his balls, then down over the tip of his erection, which is leaking his arousal.

With one hand, he reaches back and pats my cheek clumsily, trying to look over his shoulder and failing. He’s muttering something into the pillow but I can’t make it out.

I spread his ass apart and tentatively run my tongue over his hole, never having done it before. Within seconds I can tell that it’s about to become my new favorite thing to do, though, as Rex’s whole body comes off the bed.

“Oh god!” he practically yells.

I chuckle and put a soothing hand on his hip as I lean back down. I lick over his hole, feeling it spasm, and then, as he slowly relaxes, push the tip of my tongue inside. Rex is moaning like crazy and the feeling of this big, powerful man coming undone with the motion of my tongue intoxicates me. I rub at his slick hole with my thumb, encouraging him to open to me, and then I slide my tongue inside.

Rex whimpers, then goes slack on the bed.

“Oh god, oh god, oh god,” he says as I flex my tongue inside him. “Oh god, Daniel.” All I can feel is the slick heat of Rex’s hole and the way it’s seemed to short-circuit the rest of his body.

“Please,” Rex says so softly I barely hear him. I slide up his body and bury my face in his neck. I can hear his breath coming fast, feel the incredible heat coming off his skin. “Daniel, please,” he scrapes out.

“You need me inside you?” I say low in his ear, and he shudders. He nods immediately, reaching for a condom and passing it back to me.

“I want you just like this,” I tell him, running my hand down his spine. He nods again and I can see the relief in his face.

I slick up my fingers and slide one inside Rex’s heat, watching his shoulders for any tension, but he just moans softly. I push his knees farther apart and add a second finger, feeling him clench a little around me. He’s all slick heat and strong muscle and I crook my fingers, searching for his prostate.

He cries out when I find it, his knees falling even farther apart as he tries to hump against the mattress.

“Uh-uh,” I say, and lift his hips away from the bed. I slide a third finger inside him and stroke his erection lightly. He writhes against me.

“Ready?”

“Yes,” he moans, “please.”

“So polite,” I murmur, pressing against his prostate once more before removing my fingers. He shudders and hangs his head, now up on his knees and elbows.

With one hand steadying his hip, I slide against the crack of his ass. I’m hard as a rock and just the feel of him sends bolts of pleasure to the base of my cock. I give his erection a few hard strokes as I start to slide inside him.

We both groan as I breach his muscle. It’s like I’m being swallowed up by the most perfect pressure, his body hugging my erection so tightly I can barely slide in.

“Oh f*ck, Rex,” I say.

“Don’t stop,” he says quickly.

“Not on your f*cking life,” I say, pulling back a bit and adding more lube before sliding forward again. This time I slide all the way inside him, and it’s not like anything I’ve ever felt before. Usually I feel a sense of relief when I slide inside a guy’s ass, the sense that soon I’ll get to come and it’ll feel great. Now, I feel something like desperation. Desperation to be inside Rex for as long as possible. Desperation to make him feel as good as I do. And, yeah, okay, desperation to come.

“Jesus, you feel amazing,” I say.

Rex just grunts in response, but I can see him nodding against the bed. He pushes back against me, fitting us even closer together. I hadn’t realized I wasn’t moving. I drop a quick kiss on Rex’s spine and then I pull back and start thrusting into him. I feel like every single nerve is concentrated in my groin—like all feeling has left my extremities and migrated there, turning me into one desperate, heat-seeking missile of pleasure. As I push into Rex, he pushes back against me, driving me even deeper. I press his shoulders down, changing the angle, and he cries out.

I’m hitting his prostate now as I thrust into him, and I feel like with each snap of my hips, I’m trying to push the pleasure out of my own body and into his. The muscles of his back are tensed and his hair is spread out against that f*cking sweater and his arms are thrown out to the sides like he’s pinioned on the bed.

All of a sudden, it’s imperative that I see his face.

I pull out and Rex makes a sound of complaint.

“C’mere,” I say, and pull him over by the shoulder.

Rex’s face is flushed and his hair is a mess and I can see the impression of cable-knit on his cheek, and he’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. I tilt his hips up and push his knees apart and then I’m right back there, sliding us back together, connecting us as we should be. I drag his chin to mine and kiss him with everything that I have, feeling his erection pulse between us.

“Daniel,” Rex says brokenly as I start thrusting again. His voice is choked and he squeezes his eyes shut as he moans. With every thrust, he rolls his hips to meet mine, causing us to meet powerfully and sending tiny explosions of ecstasy through me. I can feel the tingling in my lower back and belly and I push my orgasm back, determined to make this last as long as I can.