Page 6 of The Year of Us 2: February

I spanked Cory again and again, my palm darkening to match the pink of his ass. God, he was perfect like this, bent over with his dick hard and copies of my palm prints against his skin.

“What else do you want to do to me?” Cory asked, pressing his cheek to the sheets.

“I want to fuck you,” I rasped, already working on getting out of my clothes, making another mess of his hotel room. “Where are the condoms?”

“On the bedside table. Next to the lube.”

I gave him another slap against the ass then went for the lube and condoms. Situated back behind him, I watched as Cory humped himself against the edge of the bed with no shame, lashes fluttering as he chased after his own pleasure.

“Enough,” I warned. “Settle.”

He groaned and went still.

“No coming without permission,” I said next, rolling the condom down my length. “You can come when I’m finished with you.”

He made a pleased sound, giving his hips a wiggle and lifting his ass higher into the air to meet me.

“I don’t need prep,” he said. “I was ready for you hours ago.”

I spread his ass apart, finding his hole shiny with lube and puffy from use.

“How did you get ready for me?” I asked, pouring lube down my shaft instead of my fingers.

“I rode my hand and pretended it was yours.”

“Did you come then?”

“You said no coming without permission.” His breath skipped when I pushed the tip of my cock against his hole.

“That was now.”

He hummed, rolling his forehead down into the sheets. “I had a feeling.”

I eased into him, digging my fingers into the soft, pink bruising of his ass cheeks, using his pain to ground myself into the present moment. I gave Cory inch after inch of my cock until there wasn’t anywhere else for me to go, and then I gave us both time to adjust to the stretch. I used my grip on his ass to change the angle, sliding out an inch before punching back into him so hard he gasped.

This.

This is what I’d been chasing with him since the first time—the surprise and the shock that overlaid the pleasure. The helplessness that came from being under someone else’s thumb. That was one of the things that made dominance so appealing, the control and the power, knowing how and when to wield it safely.

“I’m so hard for you,” Cory murmured into the sheets, and I fisted his hair, yanking his head back so I could hear him better. It arched his back and I slipped deeper into him.

“Say it again.

“I’m so hard for you,” he rasped.

We both looked down at his erection, thick and strained, the skin shining and wet from his spit.

“Stay that way,” I whispered, sinking my teeth into his ear lobe.

No marks visible in a suit, I thought to myself, kissing my way down the back of his neck to the top of his spine. I bit him there, pulling the skin between my teeth and sucking hard enough to leave a bruise. Cory cursed under his breath, hips twitching for friction while I licked and bit my way across the top of his shoulders. He tasted like sweat and lemons, and I shuddered behind him, overwhelmed.

Fucking Cory wasn’t something as simple as two bodies coming together. He was a sensory experience, from the smell of him to the taste of his skin…his cum. He wasn’t just wrapped around me, he was deep inside my brain, tunneling deeper into a walled-off place in the middle of my chest.

“Move, Reese,” he begged. “Please.”

“Say it again.” I bit a bruise I’d just sucked onto the back of his neck.

“Please fuck me,” he whispered, cock twitching helplessly against his stomach.