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CHAPTER 3

Reese

I’d never slept with a man who so consistently found ways to transform into a four-limbed octopus, but as he had in so many other ways, Cory continued to surprise me. Just like the way he woke me up late Saturday morning with my cock in his mouth. I had no idea how long he’d been at it down there, the sheets hiked up over his shoulders and the top of his head, but by the time I blinked myself conscious, I was already minutes away from an orgasm.

Reaching down with a groan, I tangled my fingers through his soft and silky hair, which earned me a happy grumble. Much to my displeasure, he pulled away from my cock, wiggling his shoulders until the sheets slid down to his waist, revealing the smooth expanse of his naked back.

“Good morning,” he said, wiping the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand.

“It always is when you’re here,” I said, immediately regretting the confession.

Cory sat up straighter and reached down between his legs, giving a slow stroke to his own erection. “I would say the same.”

“You could get back down there and say less,” I suggested.

He arched a dark brow. “Is that an order?”

“Does it need to be?”

The minutes between me and my orgasm turned into seconds.

“Nothing needs to be anything more than it is,” he murmured, sinking toward the bed and taking my dick back into his mouth.

Cory sucked my shaft with the same agonizing precision he did everything else, milking the orgasm out of me before I even had time to get my hands into his hair again. The first shot landed against his tongue—and probably the roof of his mouth—and he groaned long and low. His hips fucked down against the sheets and he shivered in the way he always did right before finding his own end.

I tried to focus on my own pleasure, ignoring the fact I already knew his tells, ignoring the fact his own release would have sent me over the edge if his throat hadn’t done the job. I cursed his name under my breath and lifted my ass off the bed, the following bursts of cum landing against his tongue and finally against his lips.

Collapsing down onto the bed, I reveled in the way Cory seemed to enjoy simply having my cock in his mouth. He sucked and licked at my length as my erection flagged, only coming up to lay his head beside mine on the pillow when the heat of his mouth became too much for me to bear.

“Good morning, indeed,” I said, sliding my hand around the back of his neck and pulling him closer. Slanting our mouths together, I kissed the taste of salt and sleep out of his mouth, deepening my assault on his tongue when another shot of need flickered to life at the base of my spine. Shamelessly, I gave his thigh a little hump, only drawing away after he made a quiet but disapproving sound in the back of his throat.

“One of these visits, I want to do nothing but stay in bed and see how many times I can make you come,” he murmured, kissing the corner of my mouth.

“It’s a lot.”

“I would expect nothing less.” One more kiss on my bottom lip, then Cory rolled onto his back and tucked one arm behind his head. “I have a question, though.”

My mind raced with what the question might be and if it was tied to how many orgasms he wanted to wring out of me, so when he did finally voice the ask, the bark of a laugh that ripped out of me was absolutely sincere.

“Did you know that woman?” he asked me, staring up at the ceiling with the smallest frown imaginable on his perfect and swollen lips. “At the bar?”

“Which woman?”

“The blonde. She was at the far end of the bar. Opposite me.”

“Morgan,” I answered quickly.

“I know it’s not my place to ask, though it kind of is since we’ve been together without protection more than once?—”

I rolled onto my side and dropped my hand on top of his chest. His heart hammered against my palm, and for the briefest moment I imagined holding it in my hand.

“She’s my best friend,” I said. “And she is generally not terribly discerning about who she takes to bed, except it’s never been me.”

I would have sworn to God his fucking heart skipped. Flexing my fingers against his chest, I slid my hand lower toward his stomach, appreciating the way his skin softened and offered up more hair for me to touch below his navel.

“Why didn’t you introduce her to me?” he asked next.

My fingers’ descent stalled, and I switched to drawing lazy swirls across the few inches below his navel and above his dick. His skin was warm and sticky from his orgasm, and I wanted to take him into the shower and clean him off so I could defile him again later.

“I didn’t think we were at the meeting-the-friends stage of things yet,” I said, glancing at his face for a hint of emotion I wasn’t sure his features would provide. “Was I mistaken?”

“We haven’t really talked about that kind of thing.”

“We haven’t talked about much besides limits and travel plans.”

Not that I minded, but my relationship with Cory could hardly be called a relationship. We were two men who had amazing chemistry together, who met up at hotels to fuck, and sexted each other during the in between times. A relationship, and the things that came with it, had never been on the table, or so I thought.

Before I could push the subject, Cory cleared his throat and sat up in bed, stretching his arms above his head. It wasn’t avoidant per se, but it was treacherously close.

“I’m starving,” he announced, cracking his neck. “Let’s get room service.”