Page 4 of The Year of Us: August

Reese

Cory practically shoved me into the living room, one hand on my back and the other hand carrying his bag.

My knees hit the couch, and I bent over the back of it while he cursed under his breath.

I glanced over my shoulder to find him digging around in his bag until he triumphantly pulled out a bottle of lube.

“Hold yourself open for me,” he demanded, and I did, letting my elbows and chest hold my weight against the couch. Cory was behind me in an instant, his face pressed between my ass cheeks and his tongue drawing a persistent and hungry circle around my hole.

He kissed my asshole with the same passion he kissed my mouth, and it wasn’t long before my legs trembled and gave out, spreading wider.

He hummed happily, the vibration sending shockwaves into my balls.

He replaced his tongue with the lube-slick head of his cock and with one sharp thrust, he was inside of me.

Cory sank home like he’d been gone for seventy-two years not seventy-two hours, and it was easy to lean back against him and let him wrap his arms around me to give me all the support I needed.

He thrust up into me with hard and shallow snaps of his hips, and gooseflesh broke out across my arms as he set a slow and hungry pace.

“I love this view,” he murmured, and I blinked the trees and the houses outside into focus before I felt the press of his nose against my cheek, the weight of his stare on my face.

I sighed, trembling in his arms.

“You know we’re going to talk about the Sir thing,” he whispered, gliding his hands down my sides and bracketing them around my waist. He gave me a little nudge forward and I returned most of my weight to the back of the couch.

“You know I don’t want to talk about it.”

He fucked into me especially hard, punching the argument right out of me with three sharp thrusts that stole my breath.

The word had come out on accident the first time.

I’d been so overwhelmed by him and with pleasure and need, there hadn’t been anything else to say besides that.

The second and third times had come with more thought.

I was aware of the word now, and that gave me time to think about it before deciding if it felt right on my tongue.

I’d talked to Morgan about it in the few days Cory was gone, and she’d found the whole thing laughable.

“If you love him, what does it matter?” she’d said, and I knew it should have been that straightforward, but nothing with Cory was straightforward.

We were both dominant men. Maybe he was more dominant than I was, but it didn’t change the fact that for all intents and purposes we lived on the same side of that coin.

But maybe it was that simple. Maybe I was just making it complicated.

The first time I called Cory Sir, there hadn’t been anything else to call him.

In the throes of some of the most all-consuming pleasure I’d ever known, all I saw was him, and he was Sir, and…

Yeah. Maybe it really was that simple.

Behind me, Cory’s fingers flexed against my hips, and he slowed his pace, then pulled out of me entirely.

Much like the honorific, there was no stopping the strangled cry that ripped out of my throat when he withdrew fully from my body.

I white-knuckled the couch and turned to glare at him over my shoulder.

“Why did you stop?” I panted.

“Because I didn’t want to come yet.”

“What if I wanted you to come?” I asked, turning and sitting flat on my ass, spreading my legs and bending them at the knees. I took my cock and balls into my hand and lifted, making sure he could still see my slick and swollen hole. “What if it’s what I needed from you right now?”

It wasn’t all talk.

I did need it. I needed that connection point…

That gift.

Cory stroked himself once, then climbed onto the couch and lined himself back up with my hole.

“I’ll always give you what you need,” he whispered before pushing back into me.

My body took him with ease, still stretched, and when he was all the way inside, my eyes rolled back into my head, and I groaned. I grabbed his hips and pulled our bodies flush, relishing the sensations that came from being filled by the man I loved.

Another shuddering thrust and Cory’s dick thickened inside of me as he came.

His back bowed and he collapsed on top of me, forehead landing on my shoulder, and I stroked my hands up and down the length of his back as he surrendered to the violent waves of his orgasm.

At one point, Cory kissed my shoulder, then he kissed me with teeth, sinking them hard into the skin.

I bit back a whimper and stroked my cock twice so I could follow him right over the edge into oblivion. Hot cum splattered my stomach and my vision blacked out when I came. My muscles convulsed, milking more cum from him and another series of breathy curses and moans.

After what felt like an hour, both of our bodies finally went still, our breathing—and our heartbeats—in sync.

Cory kicked one of my legs out from under me and took us both down onto the couch, lying on our sides and facing each other.

His cock slipped out of me, and I winced, shuddering at the absence.

It was hard to open my eyes, but his gentle fingers against my cheek and my forehead eventually lulled me back to the present.

I blinked him into focus, overwhelmed by the perfect blue of his eyes, but more so by the love that poured out of them when he smiled at me.

Cory kissed the tip of my nose, and I tucked my body against his, which was a feat considering how much larger than him I was.

“It’s been a while since we’ve had this conversation,” he said tentatively, kissing my hair, then sliding his arm over my shoulder. “But now that I’m here…”

“Hmn?”

“What are your limits, Reese?”