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CHAPTER 9

Reese

Cory’s nostrils flared when he spoke, and I was thankful Jason shifted on the couch behind me, the leather creaking under his weight, reminding me we weren’t alone, so I didn’t pounce on Cory and fuck him six ways from Sunday.

“I’ve got a treat for you alright,” I said to him, making a show of palming my throbbing cock. I was painfully hard, the heat and pressure of Jason’s gagged mouth and scruffy cheeks almost enough to have gotten me there on their own accord.

Cory nodded, hands still shoved beneath his thighs.

I glanced back at Jason on the couch, knowing I still owed him a certain level of care until he was on his feet and ready to head over to Barclay and Val’s house.

“Do you want to come or do you want to save it for Val?” I asked him.

Jason had tucked himself against the arm of the couch, blanket loose around his shoulders and the water bottle held easily between his already steady hands. He was a great play partner in the way he was basically down for whatever with whomever, with no worries of romantic attachment. I cared about him greatly, as a friend, and the feeling was mutual and never murky.

“You tell me, Reese. You’re the one in charge in here,” he murmured, stare flickering toward Cory on the bed. “Right?”

“Then no.” I decided for him. “You sit and watch, and you finish your water.”

Jason huffed an amused and tired breath. “It’s been weeks since anyone has cucked me.”

“Weeks?” Cory asked from the bed with a laugh. “Jesus, I love your friends, Reese.”

I hummed, giving Jason a nod before stalking across the room and climbing up on the bed. There was a small table with a lamp to the side, already stocked with lube and condoms, only one of which I would need. Cory understood the intent without any instruction, doing his best to scramble out of his clothes while I used my teeth to tear open one of the single-use lube packets.

I was still dressed, and there wasn’t enough time to bother getting myself out of my clothes. I tore down my zipper, slicked my cock and dove between Cory’s spread legs and notched our bodies together. I pushed one slick finger into him, then another, and Cory grabbed the sheets like he was about to fly into space.

“You’re so gorgeous in your element,” he whispered, and I tucked my face into the crook of his neck, kissing and licking the smooth skin I found there. “Watching you with him…”

Cory trailed off, and I withdrew my fingers.

“Watching me with him?”

His hips lifted off the bed, chasing after my fingers.

“Made me hard,” he rasped. “Everything about you makes me hard. When you’re sprawled over my lap with my handprints on your ass or when I’m on my knees for you or when I’m watching you mark another man. Reese, you’re?—”

I didn’t think I could bear whatever was about to come out of his mouth next, so I pushed my cock into his barely prepped ass and slanted our mouths together. He mumbled against my mouth as I sank all eight inches of my dick into him with one smooth thrust.

Cory closed his eyes and arched his back, and I brushed his hair back from his face. He looked borderline distraught, very nearly desperate, so I pulled back and thrust into him again. The force of my hips alleviated some of the tension on his face, so I repeated the motion. Again and again and again until the frown lines around his mouth melted into oblivion. Shifting my weight, I reached between our stomachs and grabbed his cock, curling my fingers around his pulsating shaft. Cory shivered, spreading his legs wider.

“No one has ever fucked me the way you do,” he whispered, lashes fluttering.

“How do I fuck you?” Heat rolled up from the base of my spine, and I trembled, fighting back my release for as long as I could manage. I wanted to come the same time he did, wanted his muscles to tighten and constrict and milk the pleasure out of me.

“Like you’re made for it.”

Cory’s jaw quivered and heat spilled over my knuckles as he came. His orgasm rocked through the both of us, his legs wrapping around the backs of my thighs to pull me deeper into him as he shuddered through it. His body was hot and tight, and I had one last thrust to give him before falling toward my own end.

“Fuck,” he cursed, wrapping his arms around me, nails digging into my flesh as I shot my load into his ass. “Fuck, Reese. Yes. Just like that. That’s what I wanted. That’s what I deserve.”

His words were like a drug, drawing more cum out of me with every syllable until I had nothing left to give him. I collapsed on him with one last stuttering breath, and his grip on my back turned softer until his fingers were skating up and down my body the way I often touched submissive partners after a scene.

“You’re a revelation,” Cory whispered, kissing my temple.

“You’re…” I trailed off, either because I didn’t know what to say or because I was scared to say it. Maybe both.

With a groan, I reached down and eased our bodies apart, and rocked back onto my heels. Cory’s skin was flushed and sweaty, his stomach smeared with cum and his cock resting plump and sated against his hip. I kissed him once on the mouth, once in the middle of his chest, and once on the tip of his dick, which earned me a pleased little moan.

“Are you good?” I asked.

He covered his eyes with his forearm and nodded.

I stood and tucked my sensitive shaft back into my pants, finding Jason on the couch with blown pupils and an empty water bottle clutched in a death grip.

“Are you good?” I asked, and he answered with a jerky nod.

It had been awhile since I’d managed two partners through a scene, but I remembered how. Keeping an eye on Cory while I helped Jason back into his clothes, and then a hand against the small of his back while they said goodbye to each other. I walked Jason to the door of the room, thanked him for being such a good sport, then texted Val to let him know company was on the way.

I slid my phone back into my pocket, locked the door behind him, and turned my focus back to Cory.