Page 3 of The Year of Us: August

Cory

I’d heard the word a million times if I’d heard it once, but hearing the honorific fall from Reese’s lips was the headiest feeling in the world.

I’d never commanded it of him, and I never would.

I treasured each scrap of submission he gifted me with.

If he never said it, I’d still be grateful for everything he gave.

But his willingness to be on his knees for me, to look up at me with hunger so thick it looked like it pained him to feel it, knocked me off-center for the smallest of moments, but then his tongue poked out of his mouth and wet his lower lip.

Sir , he’d called me.

“I asked you a question, Reese.”

A deep breath made Reese’s shoulders lift and then lower again. “There’s no wrong answer,” a hesitation, like he was rolling the word around in his mind again before letting it out. “Sir.”

I grabbed Reese by either side of his head and slid my cock into his mouth. He opened, clearly as desperate for me as I was for him. From my vantage point, I saw the way his hands twitched when I went deeper, like he wanted to touch me but knew he wasn’t permitted. How was he so fucking perfect?

“I think I’ll give you both,” I said, plunging further, until my whole cock was buried in his mouth. The head pressed deeper, sliding down his throat, making him gag around it. I didn’t hold him there, but he didn’t pull back.

“Do you know why?” I pulled away, allowing him to suck in a deep breath. Reese shook his head and then I plunged my cock back into the wet heat of his mouth.

“Because you’re a good boy, aren’t you Reese?”

Reese closed his eyes, shutting himself away from facing my praise.

“Look at me, darling.”

His eyes snapped open, and he met my gaze.

“I fucking love your mouth. And I love fucking your mouth. I hated being away.”

I had to stop talking for a moment and let out a low groan of appreciation at how skilled Reese’s mouth was.

He teased my shaft with his tongue, or the head when I pulled back far enough.

He hollowed his cheeks to create more suction and when my cock went deeper, he swallowed around it, managing not to choke every single time.

But he couldn’t avoid it on some strokes, causing tears to leak from the corners of his eyes.

I pulled back again, and Reese sucked in a full breath. “Touch me, Reese. Make me come. And after I come down your throat, I’m going to own you right here by the front door. It might take me a while to come again, but your ass is up for it. Isn’t it, darling?”

Reese couldn’t answer beyond the whimper he let out as the fingers on one hand dug into my hip. The other hand wrapped around the base of my spit-slick cock so he could jerk me while he sucked and toyed with the head of my cock with his tongue.

“You have an amazing mouth. Fuck, I missed you.”

Reese whimpered, possibly in agreement. Possibly because I put my hand on his head and gently caressed his skull and urged him to take me deeper.

Already worked up long before I touched down in California, the last hours apart from Reese had been especially torturous and my release slammed into me like a hurricane.

Reese held me tight against him, wrapping both arms around me and pulling me close until his throat convulsed and his face turned a remarkably erotic shade of pink.

When I pulled away, he inhaled a desperate gulp of air, coughed a couple of times, and went boneless against my thigh, his shoulders rising and falling as he caught his breath. My chest heaved along with his like I’d sprinted back here from New York instead of enduring another hours-long flight.

But I wasn’t done with him yet. Sliding a finger under his chin, I encouraged him to look up at me by applying gentle pressure. Reese obeyed, sliding away just far enough to obey my silent command.

“You have ten seconds to get out of those clothes.”

He pulled his shirt off in less than half a second and then his hands were working on his pants, fumbling with his belt and the button before yanking them open and shoving them down. He flopped back onto his ass and kicked his pants off the rest of the way before returning to his knees.

His movements were jerky and hurried. Sloppy and lacking in grace.

And he was the most perfect man alive. Reaching my hand out, I waited for him to take it and once he did, I pulled him to his feet and yanked him close.

I slanted my mouth over his and when he tried to lead the kiss, I kissed him more forcefully until he relented, going pliant against me.

Soft like butter. Well, not entirely soft.

I trailed kisses up his jaw, enjoying the scratch of his stubble and the scent of his cologne when I mouthed the shell of his ear.

“I’m going to fuck you in every room in this house.

There won’t be an inch of this place that you’ll be able to look at without thinking of it.

Of me.” I reached down and took him in my hand.

Reese’s arms tightened around me and his hips jerked, seeking friction. I loosened my hold until he stopped moving, a frustrated whimper tearing free.

“Do you like the sound of that?”

His answer was quick this time. No hesitation. No subtle pause while he weighed the word before letting it leave his tongue.

“Yes, sir.”