Page 7 of The Year of Us 2: February

My entire body quaked, my hands trailing down his ribs and curling them over the swell of his hips. I gave him two sharp thrusts, then found a pace punishing enough it was hard for me to breathe. Beneath me, Cory moaned and whimpered, fisting the sheets to keep his hands away from his cock. Leveraging one leg up on the bed, I slammed into him, moving us both towardthe pillows with every thrust. Sweat trickled down my temples, and I shook my overgrown hair back and out of my face.

“I need to come,” he said, sounding as much like a demand as anything that ever came out of his mouth. “Let me come, Reese.”

“No,” I answered, sinking into him three more times before an orgasm barreled into me like a semi-truck. My hips jerked as I emptied into the condom, my body folding over Cory’s bruised and hickeyed back. I was still spilling into him when I reached around and fisted his cock, stroking him with tight and merciless pulls of my hand.

“Reese, I need to come. I’mgoingto come.”

“Don’t,” I warned, bracketing my other arm around his midsection. He was small enough for me to lift, and I picked him up right off the bed, walking us back until I landed in the chair he’d put me into the first night. I let my hand wrap around the base of his cock, and we both watched pre-cum burst out of it with as much force as the real thing.

“Put your hands behind your head,” I said softly, moving to make room for him to get his fingers linked together again through his hair.

I stroked him slow and loose, fingertips barely touching the burning hot skin of his shaft. Every time a tremor tore through him, I let go entirely, taking my hand away from him. And every time I took my hand away, he ground down against my still hard cock, chasing after the one thing I had yet to give him permission to take.

CHAPTER 6

Cory

The handprints Reese leftburned where they pressed against him. It made me ache in ways that had my cock twitching and leaking. His cock remained lodged deep in my ass. I needed to come. I needed his permission, but he was going to drag it out. Whether because he liked the way I wriggled on his cock, desperate and needy, or because he wanted to prove something to himself. That he could be dominant again, that whatever it was he thought he’d lost around me wasn’t lost at all.

I gave my own dominance a rest and let him edge me. I let him make me beg for his touch.

“Reese,” I groaned his name.

His hand wrapped around my cock again, the loosest of holds. More torture than touch. But it was almost enough.

No. It wasn’t close to being enough.

“Reese, please.” I sought the friction of his fist, my hips jerked, and I fucked myself on his cock. He was as deep as he could get, but still I wanted him deeper. Wanted more of him inside me.

I’d driven myself mad with need before Reese had even arrived at my room, sleep deprived and disheveled. I’d riddenmy hand until my wrist threatened to break, shoved my fingers in my ass with his name on my lips. And it hadn’t been enough either.

Reese touched me again. Firmer. More commanding than the last time he touched me. It felt like he was pulling the orgasm up from the depths of my soul only to stop it before it could break free.

“Not yet,” he said, his breathing harsh in my ear as if he was the one panting and writhing and so very fucking close to losing it.

“Reese.” I said no more. I’d wrapped every plea in the sound of his name and let it hang in the air as I held myself painfully still. I wanted to fuck myself on his cock. I’d fuck him through the floor, his dick so far up my ass I could feel him on the back of my tongue.

He reached for me again and I screwed my eyes shut. Reese stroked my cock just once before he let it go.

“Let me come,” I told him, quietly desperate. I was going to lose my mind if I didn’t come soon.

Reese’s shaky exhale washed over my skin. He couldn’t feel the way my fingertips dig into my scalp to ground me. Did he notice the tremble of my thighs or was he focused on the way my ass gripped his cock like a fist?

“Let me come, Reese.” I ground against him, swiveling my hips, fucking myself on his cock.

He buried his face in the curve of my neck. Lips brushed against my skin. His hand slid over my chest and he grabbed a nipple, pinching it in his fingers. I felt his smile on my skin as he pinched harder, twisting a little.

I let my body have its way and I writhed on his cock, twitching and chasing oblivion.

“Let me come.” I told him, past the point of begging now. “Let me come, Reese.”

Reese took hold of me again with his other hand and jerked me hard and fast. He released my nipple as he gave the command I’d told him to give me.

“Come for me.” Reese’s words were almost lost to the white noise of my own pleasure as it tore out of me. I bucked in his lap, a wild thing not quite tamed. I coated his hand in the stickiness of my release. As I rode the aftershocks of my orgasm, I untangled my hands from behind my head and reached further back, looping them around Reese the best I could.

His hands roamed over my body, smearing my cum on my thigh, my stomach, my chest. He painted me with my release as he struggled to catch his breath. I’d had all night to think about what I wanted to say to him and longer than that to think of what I wanted to do to him. With him. The time I had left to spend with him wasn’t enough to get through a fraction of what I wanted. Reese made me greedy. Obsessive. Driven.

“I’ll be coming back to LA next month. And the month after that. And the month after that. I’d like to keep seeing you.”