A long beat of silence, then a whispered, “Do it again.”
“What?”
Rexton clears his throat. “Do it again.”
“I’m scared to.”
“Please.”
I hesitate, then bring my hands to his scarred flesh. I’m receiving so many conflicting emotions through the bond, and I’m having trouble discerning which ones to focus on. There’s a lot of bad, but it’s mixed so heavily with good.
“Not hard,” Rexton orders.
I nod, carefully grazing my nails across his back.
His entire body quivers, and his cock twitches inside me. Carefully, he thrusts, testing the waters, before seemingly deciding he likes this and settling back into a rhythm. It’s slower than before and filled with vulnerability.
I wrap my legs around him, clenching hard.
Rexton pulls out, gasping for breath. He takes a second to collect himself, then drops to his knees at the end of the bed. He’s peering up at me through his lashes, his cheeks flushed and hair tousled. I enjoy the sight of it, and I can’t help but grin as he pulls me to the edge of the bed.
The first brush of his tongue across my clit has me cursing. By the time he reaches his tenth and has three fingers curled inside me, I’m shaking.
“Rexton.” I push against his forehead. “I want to finish with you inside me.”
He retreats, climbing back onto the bed. He’s still hard, our slight break doing nothing to tamper his desire. When he sinks into me again, I feel through the bond that he’s still on the edge of cumming. He was hoping to regain his composure while licking me, but it only further worked him up.
He’s obsessed with me, with every part of me.
It only takes a handful of thrusts to have me on the edge with him, and I bury my face against his chest as my orgasm builds. It’s right there.
“Do you want me inside?” Rexton asks, his voice cracking. “I can pull out, but I need your answer now.”
How am I supposed to think, let alone answer, at a moment like this? My body jackknifes off the bed, and I let out a silent scream as my pleasure peaks. Rexton curses, his eyes clenching shut, before he attempts to pull out.
I wrap my arms and legs around him, holding him prisoner as he finds his release. I trust my birth control. It’s never steered me wrong.
Rexton shivers, then collapses on me.
I’ve broken him, and I can’t help but chuckle as I kiss his shoulder. “Next time, I want you to finish on my slit. Then use your cock to push your cum back inside.”
He snorts. “That’s a very specific request.”
“Okay?” I trail a finger up his spine, poking at each notch. “Is that a problem?”
“Obviously not.”
Rexton softens inside me. I stare at my ceiling. “You’re the first man I’ve ever allowed in my bed,” I admit. “It’s not as bad as I thought it would be.”
There’s a thump outside. Rexton startles, and I grab his shoulders and yank him back on top of me.
“Jassy is having your things brought over,” I say. “You’re moving in with me. Remember?”
Rexton hums. “I recall you mentioning it.”
Why’d he say it like that? “Youwantto move in with me, don’t you?”
Rexton nods, flicking a piece of hair out of my face. “Calm your eyes, Cassia. Yes. I’m excited.”
