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CHAPTER 5

Reese

I wanted to stop because he’d told me not to, but every time my hand landed against Cory’s ass, my dick leaked in pleasure. Already coated with precum and a glob of Cory’s spit, I was well on my way to an embarrassingly premature end of the morning. The month before, I thought Cory was going to be a one-time thing, but here we were, in the same room and in the same position. I’d clearly underestimated one—or both—of us.

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.

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 toward the 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’m going to 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.