Page 6 of The Year of Us: August

Reese

We fucked again, this time on the stairs because I couldn’t make it up to the second floor without pushing Cory down and devouring him.

And he let me. He welcomed it, taking the brunt of the stairs against his back so I could bury myself in his body and fill him up, and it was with my cum leaking out of his ass that he went to the kitchen to get the remnants of the charcuterie my best friend had dropped off behind my back.

I’d have words with her later.

But now I was content to sprawl out on Cory’s massive bed with one arm propped behind my head and the other drawing lazy circles on my stomach while I waited for Cory to finish up with his shower.

He’d demanded I shower first—by myself—on account of him certainly not being able to keep his hands off his perfectly breedable and submissive boyfriend but still needing some refractory time before we went at it again.

My cell phone vibrated on the nightstand, screen flashing an alert just as Cory turned the water off in the en suite.

He’d brought both our phones up with the snacks, which was thoughtful of him.

I rolled onto my side and checked the screen to find a text message from Morgan.

It was a picture of her in the kitchen, all the contents of the food stacked on the counter, clearly before being put away.

MORGAN

Meant to send this yesterday. Weird.

You’re a Judas.

LOL I have not betrayed you.

I’ve done you so many favors with that man and you are welcome by the way.

You like him too.

What gave it away?

Cory padded out from the bathroom, naked and dripping wet, using a towel to soak water out of his hair instead of covering the most indecent parts of his body.

“Already bored of me being here?” he teased, crawling onto the bed and shoving down the sheets so he could nestle his face against my cock.

I groaned and tossed my phone onto the pillow, so my hands were free to comb into his hair. “I don’t think I’ll ever get bored of you, but…”

He hummed, mouthing at my sac and mumbling something that sounded a lot like, “But what?”

“I’ll never get a thought out if your face is down there.”

He burrowed deeper, my balls resting on his face and giving his mouth access to my hole and the sensitive strip of skin between the two.

“Try harder.”

“So much has changed.”

He licked my asshole and I groaned, arching off the bed and tightening my fist in his hair. Cory kissed and licked my rim, humping the bed when his cum trickled out of my ass and into his mouth.

“I thought you needed time to recover,” I murmured, lashes fluttering.

“I’m suddenly feeling revitalized.”

He spread my legs wide to give himself more room, then set to eating my ass in earnest. I didn’t know if his intent was to wring another orgasm out of me, but if not, it wasn’t for lack of trying.

“Do you work tonight?” he asked.

“Took the night off. Knew you would be here.”

“How thoughtful.” He nipped at my skin with the sharp edges of his teeth, and I winced, but quickly settled into the teasing sparks of pain. Cory raised himself up on one hand, looking utterly debauched with his swollen lips and his spit-shined chin. “I told Morgan we’d get dinner tonight.”

“That must be why she’s started her text assault.”

The sun was nowhere near setting, but it was LA in the summer so that didn’t mean much. It was probably very close to dinner time, if not already past it.

“Maybe,” he agreed, licking his lips. “Before I haul you up to get dressed, I have a proposition.”

“Tell me.”

He slid a hand between my cheeks and pressed his fingertips against my hole. “Do you remember that time you wore the plug for me?”

“I don’t think I could forget.”

“I got a new one for you,” he said, mouth lifting into a dangerous smile…one I hadn’t seen on him in a very long time. It was the look he had when he knew he was about to push my boundaries but also knew that even though I’d fight him on it, I’d like it.

But we’d talked earlier, and I’d agreed not to fight. Hadn’t I? At least I implied that I wouldn’t do it. That I would trust him to lead in the ways that came so fucking easily to him.

“Oh?”

“Do you want to see it?”

Before I could answer, he was off the bed, and I wondered why he’d phrased it as a question and not a statement.

Let me show you. It was the careful difference in delivery that made his dominance so irresistible, I realized.

Cory made everything feel like a team effort, even though he was always going to be the one calling the shots.

He had been all along, even if I hadn’t understood at the beginning of the year. I saw it all clearly now.

He was back as soon as I wrapped up the thought, however uncomfortable it might have made me, a glittery pink plug in his hand.

I moved into a seated position and he dropped the toy into my palm for my inspection.

There was a silver bullet encased in the silicone, and it matched the glint in Cory’s eye when I glanced up at him.

“You can’t be serious,” I drawled.

He raised his other hand, showing me an app on the screen of his phone.

The interface looked basic enough, and he pressed his thumb to the button shaped like a green up-arrow.

The plug vibrated to life in my palm, the silicone dampening the sound of the buzzing to nothing.

Whatever could be heard…my body would undoubtedly muffle the rest.

“The only thing I’m more serious about is you.” Cory turned the vibration up another two clicks and the plug threatened to vibrate right out of my hand. I curled my fingers closed around it, the toy going silent.

I shivered at the fierceness of it.

“I’ll come in my pants in front of my best friend and the general public if you put that thing inside of me and make me go out.”

“I hope you do,” he said simply, ending the vibration and dropping his phone onto the sheets. “Because if that happens, I’m going to take you over my knee when we get home tonight and make sure you’re well and properly punished for wasting cum that should have ended up inside of me.”