REX (Finding Love) Page 6

  I huff out an aggravated breath and finish cleaning up. By the time I’m done, sweat and funk stick to my body leaving behind a repulsive odor. I hop in the shower quickly and find myself scrubbing harder than normal. Maybe I’m trying to wash off more than just dirt.

  It’s nearly six when I’m finished and I expect Vanessa in the next half hour. I’ve been thinking about her all day. There’s something about how direct she is. A woman who knows what she wants sexually and is not afraid to ask for it, is such a fucking turn on. Plus, she’s okay with taking the reins. Most of the women I’ve been with are not that vocal, and they like to be led.

  Even thinking about her now, I’m already hard. I can’t wait to have my hands and mouth all over her. That scent of hers stayed with me today like a shadow. Every time I moved, it followed, impossible to escape.

  After pulling on a pair of jeans and a clean t-shirt, I make my way out to the small living room to wait, when there’s a knock at the door. Everything south of my brain goes numb the moment I open it. Vanessa has her arm resting against the doorframe, those shapely legs crossed at the ankles in a sexy stance, and she’s wearing a short skirt, cut just above the knee. God, I love skirts. A barely there tank top shows every single curve of her breasts, my tongue jutting out at the thought of her nipple in my mouth again.

  “Are you going to invite me in?” she asks, the sound of her voice extracting me from my lustful haze.

  “Hey, uh yeah, come on in.” I usher her inside and close the door, taking a moment to check out that ass of perfection. As she tosses her purse onto the sofa, I come up behind her, wrapping an arm around her waist. My nose skims her neck and I inhale deeply, getting the first hit of what I’ve been craving. “Your scent has been on my mind all day,” I whisper against her ear, “your pussy, your skin,” and she sucks in a gulp of air. “You smell like fresh rain and something… sweet.”

  She shivers as my lips follow a path along the line of her jaw, her head lolling to the side as I feather kisses across her cheek, her ear, her throat. A tiny noise travels from her mouth into the space between us, my dick instantly hard at the sound.

  Draping her hair over her shoulder, I place one more kiss on her nape before dropping to my knees. My hands anxiously dip down to touch her, the pad of my thumb trailing the length of her leg, surprised when I reach her bare ass. My hand freezes, my cock twitching gratefully in my jeans. “Christ, Blondie, you’re going commando?”

  “Hmm-mmm,” she mumbles as I reach around to cup her sex. She’s already wet and I’m at risk for coming in my pants—again. What is it about her that has me wound so tight I could snap at any moment? It’s as if my body goes into overdrive and I’m at her mercy.

  My finger takes a slow slide between her pink lips, another sexy moan slips out and I groan. “Your pussy is so hot, so slick, you turn me on so fucking much,” I murmur and she whimpers.

  “Rex,” she whimpers again, “I need your tongue.” And the way she says it, hoarse and full of want, has my dick straining against my jeans.

  I jump to my feet, gently grasping her shoulders and turning her to face me. Her hands come up to frame the day old growth on my jaw, eyes focus on my lips before wandering back up to mine.

  I bring a hand up between us, dragging her plump lip down with my finger then sucking it into my mouth. She tastes so God damn sweet. When her tongue darts out to touch my upper lip, a spark of heat sends me into a frenzy and I attack her mouth, plunging my tongue in as we hold onto each others’ faces, angling to get deeper.

  Seconds later, we break away, her cheeks pink, our breathing accelerated.

  “I’m starving for you,” I rasp, and I don’t even care how it sounds. It’s so fucking true. I’m not deprived sexually by any means, but for some reason, I want her so badly I can’t see straight.

  “Well, I’m yours for the taking.” Her tongue pokes out to tempt me, an alluring smile curling her lips.

  Mark my words. She’s going to be my downfall. Straight into oblivion.

  Without warning, I grab her under her knees, flipping her over my shoulder, and she squeals when I smack her bare ass. “And I intend to take you, in every way possible.” I stride the short distance to my room, letting her down, and her hands immediately go for her skirt. “Leave it on,” I demand. “Just remove your top.”

  She pitches me a curious smile, but does exactly as I ask. My eyes remain on her the entire time as she teases me, ever-so-slowly sliding the tank top over her head until it falls behind her, leaving her in a sheer lace bra, the stiff peaks of her nipples pinching the fabric.

  “Take your bra off, too,” I order, my breath catching in my throat as she submits, the satin tumbling away, her pink crests taunting my anxious lips. I lift my t-shirt off then lower my head to run my tongue over her breast, my hand latching onto the other, squeezing and kneading her skin. She shudders as her nipple tightens, fingers clutching my hair, positioning me exactly where she wants.

  “Ahhh,” she cries out, my teeth nipping at her flesh. “Rex, please,” she practically begs. I know what she wants and I have every fucking intention of giving it to her.

  When I stand back up, I take a strand of her hair between my fingers, twirling it around, gazing at the desire looming in her eyes. “Do you know what I want?” I ask, my tone low, and she shakes her head, biting down on her bottom lip. I tug it free, then find her eyes. “I fantasized about you the other day… you were riding me.” My arms slip around her back, yanking her against me, needing her to feel what she does to me, my dick rock hard for her.

  She rubs against my cock, a shiver ripping through me as her nipples brush my chest. I edge closer, my hard breath blowing in her ear.

  “I want your pussy all over me. I want you to fuck my mouth.”

  She gasps and it does a free fall into the air between us. “Rex. If you keep talking like that I’m going to come right now.”

  “Well, then we better get to it,” I wink, “because the only place I want you coming, is all over my face.”

  She flashes me a killer smile and that’s when I notice she has this cute little dimple on her left cheek. It strikes me as odd that I’m even noticing that shit, but I shake it off. Right now I have more important things to think about.

  Taking her hand, I lead her over to the bed, motioning for her to sit. I shuck off my jeans and boxers as quickly as possible, Vanessa’s eyes widening when my cock springs free. I’m so erect, thick veins straining against my skin, and it nearly does me in when her pink tongue peeks out and skips across her lips.

  Fucking aroused beyond belief, I take a pillow, propping it against the headboard before lying on my back. Her gaze moves over my body, eyes alight with appreciation and heat.

  “Straddle my face.” My voice is husky, my control wavering. She shoots me a sexy grin before hiking up her skirt and bunching it around her waist, then caging me in on both sides with her legs.

  I’ve just officially entered the fucking promised land.

  “Hold on to the headboard.” My voice is hoarse as I bring her close and slip my hand between her thighs, spreading her lips apart. She smells so fucking good, so intoxicating. “Your pussy, Christ, you smell good.”

  “Taste me,” she purrs, my tongue instantly responding to her request, licking through her wet folds, circling her clit. She shivers and I glance up at her, breasts bouncing with the sway of her hips, hot little noises falling from her parted lips. She looks like a fucking goddess.

  A groan climbs from my chest as I continue to devour her, sliding my tongue back and forth over her sex, consuming her like I can’t fucking get enough, and I can’t. I’ve tasted a lot of pussy in my time, and none of it compares to hers.

  “Rex,” she whimpers, fingers tugging at her nipples, squeezing them as she rocks into me. I grip her hips firmly, holding her tight as I delve deeper into her pussy. She moans when I flick my tongue through her center, lapping up her juices.

  “Jesus, I could do this all day. Yo
u taste so fucking good.”

  “Don’t stop,” she cries out, continuing to rock against my face, a steady stream of whimpers tumbling from her lips, her body aching for release. “Oh God,” she shouts, and I speed up, working her faster, licking up and down her slit until she bucks against my mouth, limbs trembling, orgasm tearing through her.

  She mewls quietly as I slowly bring her down, brushing back and forth over her wetness, wanting every last drop of her in my mouth. “Holy shit.” She laughs, before finally shifting off of me and plopping back against the pillow. “Wow.”

  I twist on my side so I’m facing her, a mischievous grin settling on my lips. “I’ve got mad skills.”

  With a subtle turn of her head, her eyes meet mine. “Yeah, that, and a raging ego.” She giggles and I laugh right along with her. Raising up on her elbow, she extends her hand to draw circles on my chest, mapping the planes of muscle. I didn’t think my dick could get any harder.

  I was wrong.

  “So, do you like fill in the blank questions?” she breathes out, leaving me in the dark because I’m unable to process any thoughts at the moment, so fucking turned on by her it’s ridiculous.

  “Sorry?”

  “My text?” She gets up on her knees, backing herself down the bed. My dick does a happy dance because he knows where she’s headed. “I think I said, hmph,” she taps a finger against her mouth, “I want to wrap my lips around your—”

  Her tongue finishes her sentence, licking from the base of my shaft all the way to the head, and I groan, afraid I might lose my shit right now. She’s warm and wet against my skin and I’ve fucking died and gone to heaven. A burst of air leaves my mouth when her tongue rounds the swollen head, circling the sensitive area underneath, and now I want inside her mouth.

  “Jesus, that feels good.”

  “Hmmm,” she hums against my dick, “you’re so hard,” she moans again, and my hands dive into her hair, hips rolling toward her. Knowing what I want, she opens and surrounds me with those sultry lips, sliding my cock in and out of her mouth, gripping me hard. Her hand does this twisting and pulling thing as she sucks me off that’s driving me insane.

  “Take me deep,” I pant, and she brings her hands under to cup my ass, pulling me in deeper, my cock hitting the back of her throat.

  “Christ,” I growl, before reaching down and grabbing my dick, guiding myself in and out of her mouth as she takes me hard and fast. “Shit, I’m gonna come,” I grit out, my body jerking from the sheer force of my climax. She doesn’t budge, though, finishing me off, swallowing every last drop from my cock. When she finally lifts her head, she’s got a wicked grin on her face.

  “You see,” she rubs a finger over her swollen lips, “I’ve got mad skills, too.”

  I shake my head, pulling her back up to me and kissing her, my taste all over her lips. “Yeah, you do.”

  There’s an awkward silence that fills the air as we lie next to one another, and I’m not quite sure what to make of it. It doesn’t last long, though, because Vanessa sits up and scoots off the bed, plucking her bra from the carpet.

  “So,” she hesitates, “I should probably get going.”

  I sit up and scratch my head, tossing the sheets off. “You can… stay if you want. We can… hang out… watch a movie or something? Although, I don’t know if I have any movies you’ll like. I’m not into chick flicks.”

  “Chick flicks,” she repeats, strapping her bra on and taking a seat back on the bed. “What makes you think I like chick flicks? I’ll have you know, I was a tomboy growing up.”

  “Oh really?” My eyes roam her body. “That’s hard to believe. There’s nothing boyish about you.”

  She playfully smacks my arm. “I used to climb trees and play with those little, green army men. Oh, and I had a thing for G.I. Joe.”

  “All right,” I challenge, slinging myself over the bed, collecting my boxers and shrugging them on. “Game on. Let’s go check out my movie collection and you can tell me if anything looks good. I’ll be honest, though, there’s a lot of death and destruction out there.”

  “That’s cool.” She tosses her hair over her shoulder as she walks away. “I’m into death and destruction.”

  “Seriously?” I shake my head and laugh as I follow after her into the living room. She makes a beeline right for my movie collection.

  “No way!” She kneels on the floor, thumbing through the stacks of DVDs in the cabinet. “You have my favorite movie.”

  “Oh yeah, what’s that?” I grab two bottled waters from the fridge, then walk back out to the living room. I twist the caps off and set them on the table before sinking down into the couch.

  “Die Hard.” She holds the DVD up in her hand with a big smile.

  You’ve got to be shitting me.

  “Bullshit.” I smirk, because there’s no fucking way that could possibly be her favorite movie.

  “No, seriously,” she gestures with her hands in the air, “I’m a huge Bruce Willis fan and Bruce Willis barefoot, well….”

  “So you want to watch Die Hard?” My voice raises in pitch, shock making it difficult to digest this newly discovered fact about her.

  “Yeah. But I need popcorn. Do you have any?” She pushes to her feet, sauntering into the kitchen in just her bra, that hot little skirt, and of course, no panties.

  I’m still thinking about what’s underneath her skirt when she calls from the kitchen, “Do you have anything here? Where’s all your food?”

  “I’ve got food,” I yell back, making my way into my kitchen that’s more like a rabbit hole. When I walk in, she’s on her tiptoes, reaching up to a cabinet. I come up behind her, rubbing my cock, which is already hard again, against her ass. “What do you want?” I whisper just above her ear. “What are you hungry for?” I place a wet kiss against her neck, trailing a finger up the length of her thigh.

  She leans her head back, her breath warm against my jaw. “What I really want,” she says seductively, “is hot, melted… buttery popcorn.”

  I squeeze her ass and she grinds against me. “Don’t start something you can’t finish,” I warn, nipping her lobe. She squeals just as she spots the glass jar of popcorn.

  Reaching above her, I grab the pot on top of the cabinet. “You see, I have the essentials.”

  She spins around, glancing down at my hard-on. “You certainly do have the essentials,” she flirts. “But what the heck is that in your hand? You don’t have a popcorn maker?”

  “No. I make it the old-fashioned way,” I tell her as I place the pot on the stove. “Can you get the butter out of the fridge? And the oil is right behind you on the counter.”

  “Geez, I haven’t seen popcorn made like this since I was a kid.” She moves next to me, her eyes suddenly very far away, like she’s lost in a memory. “My dad made it once for my babysitter and me.”

  “Oh yeah?” My shoulders stiffen, that word making me cringe as I try to focus on pouring the oil then dumping the popcorn in the pot. “You and your dad close?”

  “No,” she admits, a crinkle of sadness between her brows, “not at all.” She clears her throat, as if she’s trying to bury the feeling. “What about you? Were you and your dad close?”

  My hand stills on the pot, an exhale of breath leaving me. “Well, we were, but I was only twelve when he died, so….”

  Empathy fills her voice. “Oh God, I’m so sorry.”

  “Hey, that’s life.” I say it like I’m trying to be hard, as though it doesn’t matter, but it still hurts like hell even now. I didn’t have a whole lot of years with my dad, yet it doesn’t make me miss him any less.

  “No.” Her words are steadfast as she touches my jaw, forcing me to look at her. “That’s the part of life that’s hard. It sucks, and I’m so very sorry.” She holds me captive with her eyes, but it’s too much and I snap my chin away, continuing to shake the pot, trying to forget all the shitty things about my life.

  “I’ll just wait for you in the other room
.” There’s hurt in her voice, and I’ve done it again. I close my eyes and pinch the bridge of my nose. I’m a fucking expert at pushing people away.

  Shit.

  Regretfully, I scrub a hand over my face then walk back out. “Okay.” I carry the bowl of popcorn out to the living room, trying to pretend like nothing happened. “One bowl of incredibly buttered popcorn made to order.” She gives me a slight smile, and I take a seat beside her, holding the bowl out. “Do you want to taste it to see if it meets up to your standards?”

  Her smile grows wider and for some reason I feel a bit better. “That’s pretty good, but it needs more salt.”

  “I knew you were gonna say that,” I reply, producing the salt shaker I was hiding. “Here you go. Have at it.”

  I grab the remote and flip the movie on, both of us relaxed, feet kicked up on the coffee table. I’m thankful she’s quiet. I can’t stand talking during a movie, unless it’s me doing the talking. “Enjoying the movie?” I stretch out, hooking an arm over her shoulder. She leans into me and I take a quiet breath, the smell of raspberries radiating from her skin.

  “Yup.” She finishes off the last of the popcorn, then places the bowl on the table. I barely had any, but I don’t care. She resumes her position against my shoulder and we settle back to watch the rest of the movie.

  “I love that movie,” she says as the credits roll. “I think I’ve seen it like ten times.”

  I gulp down the remainder of my water. “That’s a pretty surprising discovery I’ve made about you. What’s next? You gonna tell me you like cowboys and Clint Eastwood movies, too?”

  “Well, speaking of cowboys….” She flexes her toes, grinning at me.

  “Oh no. You don’t, do you?” I ask, throwing the empty bottle onto the table.

  “I was just going to say that the highlight of my day was getting accosted by the naked cowboy in Times Square.”

  “Who?” I’m not sure I like the sound of anyone naked accosting her except me.

  “Oh, right.” She nods her head in understanding. “I forgot you haven’t been back in the city that long. He’s this guy who hangs out in Times Square wearing only cowboy boots, a hat, and briefs. He has a guitar placed over his crotch so it appears that he’s naked.” She points a finger my way, pressing her lips together to squelch a laugh. “Oh my God, you should see the look on your face, it’s priceless.