Page 9 of The Year of Us 2: February
“Will you see me again next month?”
I blinked my eyes open, even if it was only halfway. Cory hovered above me, hair dripping, eyes as bright and tempting as they always were.
“I want to.”
“That’s enough for me. That’s all we need, isn’t it, Reese?”
“Is wanting enough?” I asked, not sure if it was.
“For now.” Cory pressed his palm against the underside of my chin and tipped my head back so he could seal his mouth around my Adam’s apple and suck. “Can I mark you here?”
“Yes,” I rasped.
And he did, sucking a chain of bruises onto my throat before working his way downward. He took one nipple into his mouth, then the other, and I was still beyond fucking tired, but I was also so fucking hard for him.
“Do you have one more in you before I lose you tonight?” he asked, breath hot against the hair below my navel.
“I don’t know.” I reached down and threaded my fingers through his hair, which earned me a groan. “Not if you’re still counting on any sort of aftercare at the end of it.”
“Maybe the aftercare is you staying here with me for a night. Maybe it’s something I’ll give you when you wake up.”
I licked my lips, letting my eyes fall closed again. When I didn’t argue, Cory slid further down my body until his mouth was alongside my cock. He didn’t take me into his mouth right away, instead he dragged his lips and his tongue up the length of my over-sensitive shaft. He sucked a finger into his mouth and reached behind my balls to tease my asshole, and I hated how much I loved being on my back for him.
I knew that bottoming didn’t have anything to do with dominance, but the control just oozed out of his pores whether he intended it or not. Cory must be a force of nature at work, because if I found it hard to say no to him, how must a weaker man feel? That thought led me down an unwelcome rabbit hole of jealousy and comparison, knowing there had to be a thousand men between here and New York who were better suited for him.
As if he could hear all the intrusive thoughts and wanted to drive them away, he took my cock into his mouth and swallowed me down to the back of his throat. Cory didn’t move quickly, which would have felt like pins and needles for how sensitive Iwas. Instead, he held me in his mouth and hollowed his cheeks, swirling spit around me and simply letting my shaft take up space against his tongue.
“Fuck, your mouth feels so good.” I carded my fingers through his hair, and he leaned his weight against my thigh, settling in.
He hummed around my dick, taking it out of his mouth long enough to ask, “Can I come for you again, Reese?”
“Yes.”
He took me quickly back into his mouth, then the bed began to shake as he stroked himself off. His moans and whines reverberated through my whole body, and as another orgasm crested through him, my balls emptied whatever was left inside of them onto the back of his tongue. My grip on his hair was punishing, but he refused to let me pull him off, and I fell asleep like that, with my cock in his throat and his body warm and in control between my legs.
CHAPTER 8
Cory
I’d never consideredcock warming to be among my kinks, but as Reese nodded off, I could suddenly understand the appeal of staying here, sheltered between his thighs, his cock more soft than hard against my tongue.
Despite my strange and sudden urge to remain nestled between his thighs, I crawled up the bed and wrapped myself around him. I took stock of my body. My ass was well used on the inside and still warm and tingly on the outside. I wasn’t a switch because I didn’t have it in me to play the part of the submissive. But that didn’t mean I didn’t appreciate a man who knew how to use his hands the way Reese did.
I watched him sleep for a few minutes, enjoying the way he looked when he was relaxed, when there were no thoughts churning around in his head about what was going on between us and what it meant. Then, because I’d stayed up half the night before Reese’s arrival, and had been fucked thoroughly after, it wasn’t long before I dropped off to sleep too.
It was hours later when I woke. The late afternoon sun was slamming into the thick curtains, trying to break through withlimited success. It made the room all soft and glowy and perfect. In my arms, Reese stirred and tried to wriggle free.
“Stay,” I told him. He was warm next to me, and soft. His body relaxed from sleep, a match for me and my own heavy limbs.
“I have to piss,” Reese said, and I let him go.
“Hurry back.” I stretched while I listened to him in the bathroom. Theoretically, we had the rest of today and the night before I was due to fly back to New York, but I doubted that I’d get him to agree to stay that long. Part of me was surprised to find him still in my arms when I woke up. I was still half asleep when the bed dipped. Reese didn’t move to curl up in my arms again, so I edged closer and draped myself over him.
“You’re an octopus. Has anyone ever told you that?”
“Mmhm.” I nuzzled against him, sleepy, but also horny now. On another morning, I’d ask him to fuck me while I was still half awake and loose limbed from sleep. This morning, however, I’d promised to look after him.
I started by kissing my way down his body. Down the slant of his collarbone to the hollow at the base of his throat. Down his sternum to where it gave way to the soft tissue of his abdomen. I slung my legs over his, straddling him as I kissed further down, tickling the hair around his navel when I exhaled. I watched the muscles in his stomach jump as my mouth moved lower.