Falling for Rex by Shayne Ford

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REX

This is nothow I envisioned this. Not with him watching. Not when she’s never done it before. He’s too smart not to figure out that she’s a newbie. That she’s never done it.

And then he’ll know what draws me to her.

But she threw the dice and opened the door to something else.

She found a way to get back at him, maybe. Put him in his place, and show him that she calls the shots. That it’s not up to him.

And it’s not.

But what if she pulls away? What if she doesn’t like it? She doesn’t know how to do it.

Even if she does her best, she can still tip him off.

But let the dice roll. What else can I say?

I want this as much as she wants it, or he does.

She lowers my jeans, so my dick sticks out to her mouth. It bounces hard, curved up, my balls heavy underneath.

He takes a few steps closer so that he gets a full view of us.

I can’t even guide her or talk to her.

She doesn’t seem to be distracted by him or the fact that he observes us, and she is naked in front of me, not so far away from him.

Usually, he’d be standing next to her or me.

Whoever she was...

That’s how it went down in the past.

Sometimes it was a college student like her. Other times it was a secretary or a woman who wanted to break away from her high-powered life.

Whoever she was, we didn’t start a war over her, but now it feels like we do. And it was never someone who’d never been with other men before.

He was never interested in watching me as he is now.

I keep my eyes on her, but even so, I notice he moves a little closer and leans against a wall table. His drink sits next to him, and his arms are crossed over his chest.

She looks up to catch my gaze, milking me.

She didn’t rub me before, let alone suck on me, and now this?

I’m tense and angry that she’s invited him into the room. I’m also hard as steel.

She sweeps her fist up on me, making twisting moves, and running it up and down before moving her gaze down, watching it while doing it.

She seems undeterred by his presence.

In fact, she doesn’t seem to care that someone else is in the room, and I find it strange, but then again, everything’s strange when it comes to Kian.

I don’t look at him. And I’m sure he doesn’t look at me.

He stares at her mouth and lips. At her tongue sticking out and pressing against the root of my erection before dragging up and sending shockwaves of pleasure through my length.

I wish I could forget that he’s here to enjoy this even more.

I imagine him smiling derisively as he always does, but as I glance away and catch sight of his expression, I realize he is tenser than I am.

He doesn’t feel good about my dick being stuffed in her mouth, and that boosts my pleasure.

She closes her mouth around me without exerting pressure, testing and exploring, trying to figure out if she likes it or not.

She’s never done it, never touched a man with her mouth, and it shows, the thought making me even hotter for her, though.

I wish I could teach her––give her a few pointers. Instead, I watch her stumbling her way through.

She runs her tongue across my tip while I wish I’d get more of her mouth. She spreads the moisture with her hands, swirling her tongue across my balls.

Now, we’re talking.

She takes one in her mouth, treating it gently, sending tingles up my spine. And then the other one.

And then she wants me to sit on the table so she can have a better grip on me.

I lower myself, my jeans and boxers open, my dick out, hard in her hand. She pushes up to her knees, tucks herself between my legs, closes both fists on my length, and starts making twisting motions with her hands.

Her head goes down, her lips opening, her tongue sliding against my underside before she closes her mouth and strokes me as if she sucks a lollipop.

It’s not the best, but it’s not bad either.

She finds her rhythm, neither of us drowning in pleasure, yet far from experiencing a disaster.

I lean back, propping myself against the tabletop as she starts bobbing her head. I don’t know what crosses her mind and I have no idea know how she feels.

All I know is that her tits bounce every time she moves, and her hair covers her face, and her lips keep sliding down, and her mouth swallows more and more of me.

Her ass sticks up in the air, her back arching.

I can imagine him behind her, grabbing her hips and filling her up until her mouth gets all my cum.

It’s happened before a few rare times, just not with women like her.

Again...

This time he seems tense.

I wait for him to leave the room.

He’s watched enough, and there’s nothing in it for him, yet he is still here, observing us. His eyebrows are knitted in a frown, his lips pursed. His muscles bulging.

He wears a pair of dark lounge pants, his feet are bare, and his erection is visible from where I stand.

He doesn’t even bother to adjust himself.

Knowing him, I wouldn’t be surprised if he broke all the rules and just stepped behind her, pulled the waistband of his pants lower, grabbed his dick, and plunged into her.

He might try it, but it won’t happen.

Not this time. Not with her.

He takes another sip before I move my eyes to the woman in front of me.

With one hand, she brushes her hair to the side, clearing the view for him. Her cheeks go shallow as she starts to suck on me and move her tongue. Now we’re getting somewhere.

Still, this could be better if he wasn’t here.

She starts to alternate her lips and her hand, slathering my dick with moisture before opening her mouth and taking me in again.

Now she moves her tongue more confidently and takes me deeper, lodging my shaft in the back of her throat.

She chokes on me a few times, and I push up, nearing the point of blasting my load.

I palm her cheek, prompting her to look at me, and lock her eyes. She connects with me that way, appreciating the encouragement and boost of confidence.

Smiling around my cock, she bobs her head, massaging the rest of my shaft and balls at the same time.

My expression changes.

We both forget that we’re still watched, or maybe, we both begin to enjoy that we’re watched.

At this point, it doesn’t matter that it’s Kian.

He doesn’t move–– and doesn’t say a word.

He’s different than how he usually is.

“Go for it...” I mutter as I watch her mouth going down, her eyes on me.

I lock her gaze again, teasing her with a smile, making her remember the time we had last night. She smiles at me as if we’re accomplices, not lovers.

As if we’re set to drive him crazy.

And that, we are...

Smoothly, she nudges me to my climax. I’m hardening even more, my balls tightening.

This is far from spectacular, but her looking at me while sucking on me gives me the last nudge before I blast my load into her mouth.

She doesn’t swallow immediately or pull away from me in a rush of panic.

Slowly she tears her mouth away from me and lets me finish coming on her fist.

The door slams closed not far from us when we both realize that Kian is finally gone.