Rex (8 page)

“Yeah.” She wipes her nose, then tosses the napkin in her purse.

Quiet settles over us for a short while as we finish our lattes and pick at our doughnuts. I’m not the least bit hungry now. The thought of what happened to Rex’s brother weighs heavily on my mind. I’m even more anxious to see him tonight.

“Stella, you can’t wear that costume to school, sweetie.” I hear a woman speaking from behind me and turn to find a little girl with curly blonde hair, rosy cheeks dotted with freckles, and a big smile. She’s wearing a Cinderella dress and twirling around the shop.

“What is it?” Olivia asks, tapping me on the shoulder, my head lost in another place and time.

I shift back in my seat, biting the tip of my nail. “I was just remembering all those times that Stella took me out for Halloween because my parents were working. I was the only one on my street whose babysitter took them out trick or treating.” A bitter sound makes its way from my mouth. “My mother and father would always tell Stella to be sure to take pictures of me, but they never even looked at them. Anyway,” I shoo the memory away with my hand, “whatever.”

Olivia doesn’t try to comfort me with words, but instead, places a gentle hand on my arm, diffusing the anger swirling inside of me.

“So… do you want to hang out tonight? Hunter has a late meeting so I probably won’t see him.”

“I can’t tonight.” A smile finally breaks through the melancholy. “I’m hanging out with Rex.”

“Is that so?” she inquires, and now her lips are tipping up into a smile as well. “You know, I invited you last night because I figured it would get you out and you’d have some fun, but nothing more.”

“Hmph, that’s kind of like dangling a mocha latte in front of my face and daring me not to drink it.” I click my tongue between my teeth. “So as I said, I’m hanging out with Rex tonight.”

“And what, pray tell, will you be doing with Rex Grayson?”

“Absolutely anything he wants.” Laughter bubbles up from my throat and before long, we’re both howling so loud we’re getting rude stares from other customers. “It’s her.” I glance around, pointing a finger at Liv. “It’s all her.”

While I’m waiting for Vanessa to show, I actually decide to pick up the apartment. It’s starting to look like a shithole—well, starting might be a slight understatement. Gathering up all the dirty clothes, I throw them in the laundry bin, then move on to the mountain of dishes in the sink, all from my take-out extravaganza. I’m not sure what my objection is to doing dishes right after I eat. I’d rather let them stockpile, creating a tower that could smash into a million irreparable pieces—sickly reminiscent of my life in some way.

And now I’ll stop because I sound like Dr. Billings, the therapist I saw for several years after my brother died, when my whole world fell apart. I’ve seen her a few times since I moved back to New York, and I know she would frown upon me thinking about myself this way.

Vanessa asking me questions about the picture brought it all back, though. I don’t know why after all these years I still have such a hard time talking about it. Maybe it’s because I still shoulder that blame. But as much as I condemn myself, deep down, somewhere in the recesses of my distorted mind on a good day, I know it wasn’t my fault. The burden rests solely on one person—my self-centered, drunken mother.

That woman has marked me, gouged my skin so deep. Her and that fucking babysitter. There’s only one moral to my story. Women are cruel and dishonest, and they can’t be trusted. They are, however, good for one thing.

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. You 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.