Page 30 of His to Possess
“You like what you see,” he stated, his eyes glinting with amusement.
I swallowed, unable to form words, my cheeks flushing with a mixture of desire and embarrassment.
A slow, satisfied smile stretched across his face, as if he had won a prize. “Taste me,” he said, his voice heavy with desire. “Take me into your mouth.”
I leaned forward, my lips inches from his straining length. I paused, my breath ghosting over him, feeling his eyes on me, intense and demanding. A part of me was unsure of where to even start—he was that thick and large.
“Use your tongue,” he ordered, his voice tight with arousal. “Show me what you can do.”
With a soft moan, I complied, licking him from base to tip. He tasted salty-sweet, and I hummed at the discovery, earning a sharp intake of breath from him. drew him in Those first few motions, along with the way he relaxed into his seat, gave me all the encouragement I needed.
And then I took him deeper still, sucking gently, inch after pulsing inch.
Rex’s eyes remained fixed on me, unblinking, his expression unreadable. He sat there, unmoving, apart from his shallowbreaths. I pulled back, my lips gliding off him with a wet sound, and I glanced up at him through my lashes. He gave no indication of pleasure, aside from the way his muscles relaxed ever so slightly, and the lack of reaction fueled my determination to elicit a response.
I took him back into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the head, then teasing the sensitive spot just under the ridge with the tip of my tongue. I hummed, vibrating against him, and he shifted minutely in his seat, his hips twitching.
Still, he remained silent, his hands resting on the armrests as if he had all the time in the world. No touch, no murmurs of pleasure, just that unnerving stare that saw right through me.
Determined to make him react, I took him deeper, relaxing my throat to accommodate his length. I hollowed my cheeks, sucking gently, and his eyes fluttered closed for a brief moment before opening again, that steely gaze locking with mine.
I moaned softly around him, the vibrations of my throat sending a shudder through him. I pulled back again, this time taking him fully into my mouth, until my lips brushed against the base. I held him there for a moment, swallowing around him, and his hips twitched again, a spasm of pleasure.
Finally, he broke eye contact, his head falling back, his eyes closing. “Enough,” he rasped.
I sat back on my heels, a rush of satisfaction washing over me. I had made him lose that ironclad control, if only for a moment. I licked my lips, tasting him on my tongue and a soft smile curving my lips.
“Come here,” he said again, his voice low but firm. There was no mistaking what he meant—he wanted me in his lap. Slowly, I obeyed, climbing onto him. His legs shifted just enough to guide me onto one of his thighs. I settled there, unsure, my gaze searching his face for answers.
He gave them without hesitation, as if he could hear the questions I hadn’t asked. “Arouse yourself again,” he said. “Use my thigh.”
My breath caught. I had never done anything like that before, but something in his tone told me this wasn’t a moment for hesitation. Without a word, I began to move against him, the friction subtle but undeniable. The fabric beneath me felt electric, each movement sending a ripple through my body.
Still, he didn’t touch me. His hands remained on the armrests, unmoving, distant. But his eyes told another story entirely. They watched me like I was something sacred, something he wanted to devour slowly, without ever laying a finger on me. To support myself further, I leaned back slightly, resting my hands on his knee as I ground against him, feeling myself rise to that peak again. My arousal soaked his pants, but neither of us seemed to care about it. At all.
Those cold, intense eyes continued to stare at me, taking in every second of my pleasure, every movement, every tiny whimper. My eyes rolled back into my skull as another orgasm approached, and then his words echoed again.
“Stop.”
And so I did, like obeying him was my second nature.
“Come closer,” he said again, and I obeyed once more.
My breath hitched as I straddled his lap, feeling the hard length of him nestled against my core. I hesitated, suddenly feeling self-conscious, unsure of myself. His eyes burned into me, demanding my obedience, and I placed my hands on his chest, leaning back slightly for balance.
Rex’s hands flexed on the armrests, his knuckles turning white, but he didn’t move. He was like a coiled snake, ready to strike. I shifted against him, feeling the ridge of his arousal pressed against my center, and he hissed out a breath, his eyes glittering dangerously.
“Ride me,” he ordered, his voice rough with desire. “Take me inside you.”
My mouth went dry at his command, and I swallowed, suddenly nervous. I bit my lip, steeling myself, and then slowly lowered myself onto him, feeling his thickness stretch me deliciously. I was wet and ready, having just climaxed, and he slid in smoothly, filling me completely. A slight wave of pain spread through me, but it only made the sensation that much more intense.
I paused, taking a moment to adjust to his size, and he let out a harsh breath, his eyes squeezed shut. “Move.” His hands gripped the armrests like vices.
I began to move slowly, tentatively, but he shook his head, his eyes burning into mine. “Faster,” he commanded, his voice hard as steel. “I want to feel you lose control.”
I complied, moving faster, my hips rolling as I rode him. I leaned forward slightly, still unsure, my hands still on his chest to support myself.
“That’s it. Take what you need.”
