They hadn't had a chance to talk about what was going on between them, but Rex had a fair idea of where he wanted to steer it. And sitting with his family, where Al fit as well as any of the rest of them, his brothers ribbing each other, his father cracking terrible jokes, he had the same sense of homecoming as when he had seen the welcome sign driving back into Shepherd's Creek.
"So, this coming Friday," Jared announced as they were finishing, "the gang's getting together at to the Local to officially welcome you home."
"I'm working until late on Friday," Nate said immediately.
"You're always working until late," Jared shot back. "Just shuck the suit jacket and come afterward. The files will still be there when you go in at 6 on Saturday morning."
"You know, some would say important cases take priority over a piss-up," Nate snapped.
"And some haven't seen their brother in five years. You don't have to stay late, just make an appearance. Eric?"
Eric shrugged, his go-to response to almost any question. "I'll be there."
"Is this a parents-invited kind of event, or should we pretend to be there independently?" Rex's dad laughed at his own joke, folding his hands on his belly.
"Can we stop you?" Nate asked.
"Not a chance," their mother said, smiling broadly.
"Then you're invited," Jared said, wrapping an arm around his wife. "Al, will we see you?"
"Yeah, I'll be around," she said. "I think Kayla mentioned it at one point, welcoming the prodigal son of Shepherd's Creek back into the fold." Rex almost jumped out of his skin when she stroked the top of his thigh again.
"If anyone else calls him the prodigal bloody son," Andrew announced, "Rex's ego will be too big to fit in this room."
"Don't worry," Al said. "While he's staying with me, I'll keep him humble."
Rex finally had his dick under control enough to stand and volunteer to clear the table, not displeased when Al followed suit. He cornered her in the kitchen, physically restraining himself from bending her over the bench. He settled for caging her between his arms and enjoying the view down the front of her dress where her head was tucked under his chin, very conscious of his family in the next room. "You're finding this real funny, aren't you, sassy girl?"
"Maybe," Alannah purred, pressing back against him so his cock hit the upper curve of her ass. "This is the tease you wanted, isn't it? I distinctly recall you asking for suspense."
"Yeah, it was somewhere between you coming on my tongue and pleading to suck my cock."
A shiver ran though her. "I could always stop if you can't take it."
"If you can dish it out, I can take it," Rex said, more confidently than he felt. "But when we get home, your ass is mine."
"If you say so," she simpered, so sweetly he almost would have thought her unaffected if it weren't for the way she pressed against him. "Guess I'll just have to wait and wonder what you want to do with my ass."
Gina's voice calling their names surprised the two of them away from each other.
"Fucking hell," Rex grunted. "We can't keep doing this. My parents are in the next room and I'm hard as a fucking rock. I'm going to have an aneurysm."
"So you can't take what I'm dishing out, is that it?" Al's breath was still unsteady.
"Just buy me a minute or two to deal with this." He swatted her ass as she walked away, and she responded by flipping up the hem of her dress, giving him a glorious glimpse at her lace-covered cheeks. He snatched her back toward him, trapping her hands between them, bare centimetres from his erection, and growled in her ear, "All right, sassy girl. I'm going to need more like ten minutes. Half an hour, if you can manage it."
Chapter 5
By the time they got back to Alannah's house, Rex estimated he was about six seconds from completely losing his mind. He yanked the door closed behind them harder than he meant to, and the noise echoed in the stillness. She was frozen like a rabbit in the headlights, looking so fucking sweet, all big eyes and fidgeting hands. He closed the space between them with long strides, halting with all of two inches between their bodies, but it felt like a hundred miles.
"I don't care what we said back there," he ground out, voice like gravel. "If you're not one hundred percent on-board with what I want to do, I'll stop and we can never speak of it again."
"That depends on what you want." Her fidgeting fingers stilled when he came close, and Rex could taste her sudden calm with every breath.
"I want to fuck you, baby. I want to spank your ass so red, you feel it every time you move. I want to play with your body until you're begging for me. I want this pretty mouth and these pretty tits and this pretty, pretty cunt. I don't know if I've got gentle in me right now, but if you need it, I can do my best."
"I don't want gentle," Al said. "I want to feel you for days too."
He didn't quite strangle his groan. "I already know I'll never get over the taste of you on my tongue. Are you sore from that? I wasn't gentle then, either." His brow creased at the idea.
"Not sore," she assured him. "I loved it. You felt so good." She took a tiny step forward to press herself against him, rubbing like a cat starved of attention. "Can I do that to you too? I made you hurt tonight, all night. I told you, I want to take your ache away too."
Another growl threatened to rumble its way out of Rex's chest. "Are you always going to be this desperate to get me off, baby? Because I can live with that."
Something dimmed in her gaze and she stepped back from him, but the cold of her absence only lasted a moment before she took his hand and led him toward the sofa. "Does it matter what tomorrow looks like? I want to do it now." Her hands rested on his belt.
Rex tried to reconcile the sensible, measured Alannah of his memories with the woman running her nails over the skin above his waistband and failed. "Not if you're going to wake up wishing this didn't happen," he managed.
Al stretched up to snatch a kiss. "Never. Now, are you going to take these pants off, or do I need to?"
She dropped to her knees, and Rex felt his blood heat by several degrees in response. He unbuckled his belt and pulled it loose, watching for any kind of discomfort in her eyes as he folded it in half.
"I could redden your ass with this, instead, if you keep showing me that much sass."
Her pupils dilated visibly, and she took a breath to steady herself before continuing, mischief playing about her mouth. "You could." She undid his fly, tugged his jeans down his legs, and pushed him to sit on the couch. "But I'm kind of in the middle of something right now."
Her hands were shaking just a little as she brought him out, but Rex loved how she stared, like she was enthralled by his length. She stroked him experimentally, that mischievous smile spreading as he muffled a curse. The moment she extended her tongue to lick his head, Rex gave up the fight to hold the words in. "Holy fuck, Alannah. Yes."
"I like how you taste," she murmured, taking his head into the heat of her mouth for a long suck.
"You don't get this for long, baby," he said, resisting the urge to wrap his hands in her hair and fuck her throat deep. "You've been teasing me all night, so you'll take the consequences like a good girl. I'm going to need to fuck you hard and fast. That's what you traded for time with your mouth on my dick." She took him deeper, like she was rewarding him for his dirty words. "Think you can take it?" he demanded. "Think you can take being used to get me off?"
She moaned around his length in the affirmative, and Rex slammed his fists into the soft cushions of the couch at the mind-blowing sensation. One hand landed on his belt, and he clenched it as Alannah started to work him in earnest. Incoherent curses interspersed with moans tumbled off his lips as he took in the picture that she made, big eyes and messed hair, and the sundress that had been hiding her body from him all night, and those pretty pink lips wrapped around his girth.
"Take those clothes off. Pull the tie on your dress and unwrap yourself for me, sassy girl."
Another affirmative hum, and one hand ab
andoned him to tug loose the bow that had been holding her dress closed. As if anticipating his next instruction, she tugged the edges of the fabric apart to expose her bare skin. When she went to pull away from him to take it off, he wrapped a hand in her hair to keep her where she was. "No. Keep that mouth on me, you little tease."
He could have sworn her eyes rolled back in her head a little at the words, and she took him so deep in the next second that he saw stars. When his vision cleared, it was to see Alannah, naked but for the white lace panties she'd flashed at him in his mother's kitchen.
"Fucking hell," Rex ground out, half in response to her nudity and half at the way she returned her hands to working his cock. "If I'd known you weren't wearing a bra, we wouldn't have made it through dinner. I'd have dragged you back here before you'd eaten a goddamn thing." He used his grip on her hair to pull her off him, but the sight of her parted lips and bright eyes almost sent him over the edge anyway.
"Why are you stopping me?" Al gasped. "I want to make you come."
"You will," Rex assured her. "I've got a promise to keep first, though. This ass needs a little more colour." He stood, tugged her to her feet, and drew her close to him. "If you tell me to stop, I'll stop. Do you understand? You decide how much you can take."
"If you can dish it out, I can take it," she echoed his words from earlier, big eyes pleading. "Please. I feel like I've been waiting forever."
Rex guided her around the couch and bent her forward over its back, then he cupped the swells of her ass. Gentle swats first, warming her skin to a pink glow. Apparently, he was in the mood to torture himself, because he found himself pressing up against her to feel the heat of those spanked cheeks. She felt like heaven warming up against his cock, and every time he returned to spanking her, it was harder to pull away. He increased the intensity of his strikes, peppering them across her skin so her ass heated evenly. Every few slaps, he tested her response in the most torturous way possible, fingers tracing the wetness dripping from the sweet pink folds revealed by her bent-over position. And yeah, his girl fucking loved this kind of pain, gasping and moaning and crying out in a symphony he could listen to for days.
"Can you take more, sassy girl?"
"Yes. Yes. Please don't stop."
He bent forward over her, letting the heat of his body cover every inch of her skin as he reached for the belt he'd left on the sofa. His movements were slow, measured, and he kept his eyes trained on hers to gauge her response as he collected the belt, folding it in half within her view so the buckle and free end were both held in his right hand. Alannah's lips parted on an intake of breath, and her eyes went wide for a moment before she squeezed them shut, a shiver rocking her entire body against his.
"Yes, Al? I won't until you tell me you want it." He traced the folded end of the belt down her spine as he palmed her pussy, feeling his pulse throb at the hot wetness of her.
"Oh God, yes."
Smack.
He didn't hit her hard, definitely not for the first stroke, but she responded like he'd lit a fuse that connected right to her clit, arching back upward toward him on a cry. Rex leaned over her, pressing his chest to her back, holding her as she reeled from the strike. "Again?"
"Please!"
Smack.
"Is this what you wanted when you flashed this ass at me? Is it what you thought you'd get?"
"Yes!"
Smack.
"Are you ready to be good now, sassy girl? Did you just need a good spanking and a hard fuck into submission?"
Smack.
The next noise she issued was a whine that Rex wanted to replay forever, a begging cry that pulled him forward to press his cock into the gap between her shaking thighs and feel the wetness dripping down her legs. "One more, baby. Can you take one more?"
"Just one?" There was no trace of her teasing sass now, just raw lust and lips bitten red, like she wished he'd keep this up all night long.
"Last one before I need to fuck you. Don't worry, I'll give you more next time. Are you ready?" He stepped back, taking in the way she bent deeper to present her ass to him more fully, and this time he swung the belt harder, hard enough that the sound of it striking her skin throbbed through him.
She fucking loved it. The arch of her back was so strong, it almost brought her back upright and had him digging his wallet out of his jeans pocket and fumbling for a condom. He rolled it on with a stream of grateful prayers and praise. "You took that like a fucking champ, baby. Ready for your reward?"
In lieu of an answer, Alannah bent forward again, spreading her feet further apart, tilting that ass back up to improve his access to her pussy.
"That's what I thought." Finally releasing his iron grip on his self-restraint, Rex lined the head of his cock up with her swollen sex and slid home.
Their groans mingled together, harmonising as he halted himself halfway in, rocked out, drove in again. Go gently, open her up slowly. "Fuck, you're so slick."
"Stop going easy on me," Al growled, pushing back to take him deeper. "I need it. I need you."
"Don't tell me how to fuck you, baby," he ordered. "I earned the right to choose how I'd give you my cock when I held my shit together the first time I saw your ass in those shorts. I've been dreaming about this ever since."
"Dreaming about having me like this?" The last word came out on a sob as Rex gripped her hips and slammed deep. The sob turned into a cry and she clamped down on his length, but he refused to let her fuck-tight grip change the long, deep way he took her.
"Every morning since, I've woken up ready for you. Do you know how hard I've been, standing in your shower, knowing you'd be in there naked and dripping after I was already gone? I hate that room. Made me jealous of a fucking shower, I was so hard up to have you like this."
The look she tossed over her shoulder, all bedroom eyes and hair messed up from his hands, was so hot that Rex felt it in his stomach.
"And now you have me like this? Still jealous?"
"You like me that way, don't you, sassy girl? Like making me hard in public, making me edgy to rip the clothes off you." He bit at her shoulder, hard enough to make her gasp and clench down on his length, and he swore, shoving his rising orgasm away. Not yet.
"Yes, I do. I do!" Still, Al was rocking on her heels, pushing back to take him, and the tightness of her was so overwhelming, he thought his heart might give out.
"Stop trying to ride me, Alannah. Next time, I'll sit you on top of my dick and let you show me how these hips work for my cock, but not today. I'm fucking you. You wanted to tease me to insanity; here I am. And I'll set how much of my dick that little show of attitude earned you. I'll tell you what you fucking get."
She arched again, but this time Rex shifted his grip to the curve of her waist and didn't let her bend back over the sofa, growling in her ear, "This is what you get when you sass me, Alannah. You get bent over the nearest piece of furniture and fucked like a bad girl. I will ride your ass until you're good and sorry then put you on your knees and let you apologise for teasing my cock. Do you understand?"
A wordless wail came from Alannah as she tightened up even further, orgasm bending her into that fucking arch that would feature in his every fantasy for the rest of his life, pressing up against his chest, gasping his name as shudders ran through her, and it was too much. He couldn't hold off, just pushed himself deep once more to feel her tight, hot, wet all around him as he came. "Fuck, baby. Al."
When the tremors finally ceased, Rex peeled himself off Alannah, bringing her upright with him, only to sink them both to the floor. He situated her in his lap and wrapped around her like a cocoon. He wasn't quite sure what he was doing, but the need to keep his skin against hers wouldn't be denied. He pitched his breathing to Al's as it slowed, feeling aftershocks still tensing her body irregularly, pressing kisses to her forehead, stroking her hair back. "Holy shit, baby."
She pushed away from him just enough to meet his eyes. To Rex's shock, hers were wide with concern. "Did I
… was that okay?"
"Are you kidding me?" His immediate response was to hold her close and pretend the rest of the world didn't exist, but she pushed away when he tried to hold her, her bare knees thudding against the floor. "Alannah. Look at me."
She did, hunched forward like she might be able to protect herself with the shield of her own bare back.
"Whoever tried to tell you," Rex reached out toward her slowly, as if he were approaching a skittish animal, "that what you want in bed," a shiver ran over her as his fingertips made contact with her skin, "somehow makes you wrong, or dirty, or less than you are," his whole hand now, stroking the full length of her arm, cupping a shoulder, drawing her back in toward him, "is an absolutely," two hands now, "deluded," he let the full weight of his grip rest on her, "idiot."
Their gazes held for a long moment before Al took in a deep breath, her shoulders starting to relax, muscles shifting under the weight of Rex's hands. She tilted her head backward, and he realised she'd been fighting back tears when one drew a trail down her cheek. He threw his skittish-animal strategy to the winds and knelt to meet her, wrapping an arm around her body and using the other to stroke her hair. Her face went straight to the juncture of his neck and shoulder and he held her there, slowly wrapping himself around her until she once more was cocooned in his warmth.
"I-I've never asked for… that… from someone and not had them look at me like there was something wrong with me."
"I meant what I said, Al. That person—those people—they're idiots, small-minded and weak and probably confused about genital anatomy to begin with. There's nothing wrong with wanting a certain kind of thing during sex."
She pulled away to blink up at him. "Do you really think that? There's nothing wrong with it?"
He kept his eyes on hers, needing her to see how serious he was. "I don't want to make light of what's happened to you, because it's clearly affected you. But sexual preferences are kind of like food preferences, just society's put more moral pressure on what people like in bed. No one gets morally persecuted for preferring strawberry ice cream to chocolate."
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