Page 10 of The Year of Us 2: February

When I kissed the crease of his thigh, Reese let out an impatient breath. “You’re a tease.”

“Don’t act like you mind.” I kissed him again, softer, because when I loved how hard my gentleness made him. I loved that his cock was rigid and weeping precum, standing straight up against his stomach, twitching every time I kissed him.

“Cory—” Reese said my name, and nothing else. Maybe he thought better of it. Maybe he didn’t want to be caught begging. I wouldn’t make him beg. Today.

Today I planned to stay true to my word to look after him.

Sliding my hands under his thighs, I rolled him up so his ass was off the bed before he could protest the sudden change in positions. And then I put my mouth on him. I pressed my open mouth against his taint before dragging it upward, sticking my tongue out far enough to tantalize him.

Reese practically choked when I slid my mouth lower and slicked my tongue over his hole. I looked up at him as I licked a trail all the way back up to the tip of his cock.

“Fuuuck.” He dragged the word out on a sigh, like it was him giving up, deciding that it was too much trouble to fight me, especially when I had my tongue in his ass. He had to know what was coming, but I pressed the pad of my finger against his hole and paused, then asked anyway.

“Are you going to let me fuck your hungry little hole, Reese?”

Reese’s chest rose and fell twice in rapid succession before he answered. “Cory.”

He said my name like a curse, like it was the ghost that haunted him. “You’d better.”

“Can you reach the supplies?”

Reese opened his eyes and half rolled over to get the condoms and lube. He tossed them down to me, then relaxed again, splaying his arms out to the sides like he was an offering.

I ate him like he was. Licking and spearing his hole with my tongue, humming my pleasure against his skin until he was sweating and writhing, fucking himself against my face. I ate him until he was loose and open, until I could slide two fingers in him easily.

“I bet I could get my whole hand in you,” I told him as I pulled my fingers free. His body spasmed at my words, but so did his cock. “I’d make it so good for you.”

I tore a condom open and rolled it down my cock as I spoke. “I’d get you so wet and loose. I’d open you up bit by bit, starting with my tongue.”

Reese didn’t respond. His eyes moved behind their lids and I smoothed a hand down his chest to soothe him. “Don’t overthink it, Reese.”

I slicked my dick with lube and sank deep inside him in one thrust.

CHAPTER 9

Reese

It wasimpossible to argue with the man when he was balls deep inside of me, so I let my still sleepy eyes fall closed as Cory sank into me. He made it so easy to forget the kind of man I’d always wanted to be, because when I was with him, I didn’t need to be anyone other than who Ireallywas. Everything with Cory felt like a threat and sounded like a promise, and as he slammed our bodies together in the early morning light of his airport hotel room, I found myself hard pressed to tell the difference.

“You made me so hard last night when you spanked me,” he said, using his shoulders to spread my legs apart.

His spit trickled down my balls, and I wanted to cover my face and hide from him.

“I love everything we do together.”

Of course he did because it cost him nothing.

“Is this how you aftercare all your submissives?” I asked, each word punctuated with a sharp breath driven out of me by the force of his thrusts.

He blew out an amused breath, corner of his mouth angling into half a grin before pleasure swept across his features and his eyes rolled back.

“I didn’t think you were a submissive,” he said after recovering the ability to speak.

Cory was cocky, but he was small. I hooked my legs around his waist and flipped us so he was flat on his back and I was in a straddle over his lap. I sank down fully around his cock, working myself up and down his length until his thighs began to quake beneath me.

“I’m not,” I said.

He nodded, folding his hands together behind his head like the unspoken command to not touch was a given—and like it was simple. Trying to ignore the quiet release etched around the corners of Cory’s mouth, I moved on top of him the way I liked best, with short grinds of my hips that brought our bodies unbearably close together.