Page 8 of The Year of Us: August

Reese

The privacy of Cory’s property was the first thing I’d noticed upon my arrival.

Tucked into the side of the canyon, there were huge trees that acted as markers of the property line and cleverly designed steps that angled up toward the rock patio that offered even more seclusion.

Though, to be honest, I was so tightly wound from his little game with the plug all night that I would have let him get me off in the lobby of the police station if he wanted to.

“That’s not even a question,” I answered. “How do you want me?”

Cory grinned, a mischievous and terrifying thing, and he crooked his finger, beckoning me closer. He took the final two steps to the door backward, and I closed the space between is in less than a breath.

“Good boy,” he whispered in my ear, bringing me in so our bodies were notched together, his leg between mine and mine between us.

The vibration between my legs was a steady, cruel pulse against my prostate and I pressed my dick hard against his thigh as he wrapped his arms around my shoulders and dropped his head back against the door.

“I pick the second option,” I clarified, as if it wasn’t clear the first time. But I was desperate for him to act, to put me out of my misery.

“I know. I know.” He flexed his fingers against my neck.

“How?” I rasped, dropping my head against his shoulder.

“Use my leg, darling.”

I swallowed hard, reeling back in shock. “What?”

In reply, he bent his knee and applied pressure with an upward lift of the leg he’d tucked between mine.

“Use my leg,” he said again. “Hump me like the horny little boy you are, Reese.”

“What about you?”

He hummed, skating his hands down the back of my neck. His fingertips were so warm.

“I’m a horny little boy too, Reese,” he murmured, grinding down hard on my leg. “I know what to do.”

“Oh, fuck.”

“Later,” he promised. “After this.”

“Kiss me,” I begged him next, and he obliged me, slanting that calculating smile over my own desperate mouth.

Cory kissed me furiously, tongue dipping and swirling around my mouth like we were running out of time, like we were two teenagers kissing goodnight at the end of a date, ready to go our separate ways instead of going home together.

He ground himself down against my thigh, the searing heat of his cock a reminder that I was meant to be doing the same.

His phone was tucked safely into his pocket, a promise that the agonizing pulse against my prostate was not going to let up until we were both soaked in our own release, so I buried my face into the crook of his neck and grinded my hips against him, hard enough to knock him back against the wall.

“Needy thing.” He groaned and gave it back to me with just as much need as I’d given him.

I always wanted Cory, but I was wound up and desperate.

The urge to score his back, to mark his chest, to bite his lips until he bled.

It was too much and nowhere near enough to sate the fire growing hotter and hotter in my belly.

Reduced to nothing more than a rutting husk of a man, I yanked the collar of Cory’s shirt to the side to bare the gorgeous line of his throat.

I kissed him in the place where his neck sloped down into his shoulder, the place that would be hidden if he was fully dressed because he’d never said visible marks were allowed between us.

I sank my teeth into the salty and warm flesh, and then I sucked.

Hard.

Against my front, a violent shiver ripped through Cory’s whole body.

He bucked away from the door with a surprised-sounding cry, and then his body went still and tense in the way he always did when he came.

Hot seed leaked through his pants, through mine, against the trembling muscles of my thigh, and I chased right after him, humping his leg like the feral slut he’d turned me into.

His body still seized with the force of his pleasure as I found the orgasm I’d been so frantic for all night, and I cried out, far too loud for his shoulder to muffle.

Between the throbbing pulse in my ass and the warmth of him all around me and against me, my body collapsed as I emptied into my pants like a teenager.

Though, even as I blinked in and out of awareness, I remembered a time so many months ago in a hotel room where Cory had done the same.

With another shake, my balls emptied entirely, and I returned my mouth to the bite on his neck.

Instead of sucking again, I kissed the already purple bruise and carefully licked my tongue over the indents left by my teeth.

“I’m sorry,” I whispered. “I’m sorry, does it hurt?”

“It was excruciating.” Cory stroked his fingers through my hair, kissed my temple. “I loved every second.”

The plug was still on inside of me, and as my orgasm settled and died down, my legs followed suit.

Every muscle in my body trembled with the strength it took to hold myself up, and Cory sensed my impending slide to my knees.

He hooked his arms under my armpits to catch me as my legs buckled, hefting me back to my feet and propping me against the wall.

“I’ve got you,” he assured me quietly, getting the door open and getting us inside. The plug vibrated like it was trying to rattle its way into my bones, and as soon as we stepped into the entry, I fell to my hands and knees, back arching as I let out a low and qnguished wail of need.

“Please turn it off,” I begged, hips humping the air even though my cock was still warm and sticky from the orgasm I’d just had on the porch.

Cory didn’t. Without a word, he helped me again to my feet, guided me up the stairs and into the bedroom where he stripped me out of my clothes and laid me down on the bed. My dick was hard again, pulsing in time with the toy and pointing angry and wet at the ceiling.

“Cory,” I whispered.

“I’m here,” he said, but the plug stayed on as he carefully wrapped leather cuffs around my wrists and my ankles. “Is this okay?”

It was the first time he’d put me into anything even close to proper bondage, and even through the haze of overwhelm and pleasure, I recognized the check-in for what it was.

“Yes, but the plug.”

“But the plug,” he repeated back, latching the cuffs to bolts that were somehow already in place on the bed. I hoped Morgan didn’t have anything to do with that like she had with the food, but the thought was fleeting as another violent wash of pleasure threatened me.

“Please turn if off now. Please take it out. You said you were going to fuck me.” My hips bucked off the bed and I thrashed, dick thickening at the sound of metal against metal as my brain registered how trapped the bondage had made me.

A flash of fear skittered up my spine, but I moved to test the pressure against my legs and the plug vibrated harder against my prostate… and then it was gone.

“Are you good?” he asked, tugging one of my wrists to indicate the question was about the restraint and nothing else.

“I’m good,” I croaked, my fingers gripping the chains for support. The leather around my wrists was soft and supple, though firm in its presence.

“Good.”

Cory stood beside the edge of the bed and stripped out of his clothes, tossing them on the floor before climbing onto the mattress and slinging one leg over mine so he was straddling me. He hovered over me, the tip of my cock dragging a wet smear across his right ass cheek.

“Sir,” I pleaded, eyes rolling back at the clash of sensations threatening to take me over.

Cory purred, sliding up and down my body so my cock nestled between his cheeks. “I fucking love when you call you me Sir. I wish I could put it on my resume. Let everyone know it’s the greatest accomplishment of my life.”

I blinked hard, wetness swelling against my eyelids. I wanted to talk to him about that, but there were more pressing matters.

Literally.

“Sir, please. The plug.”

“What about it?”

“Please turn it off. Take it out.”

“I never said anything about that, Reese.” He bent down and licked my bottom lip, rocking back upright with that terrible teasing grin on his face. He had lube in his hand, and he slicked my shaft, then made quick work of getting my dick inside of his tight and hot asshole.

“You—” I gasped, a thick burst of precum leaking out of me as Cory seated himself on my cock.

“I said we’d get off right there on the porch, that I’d take you inside and tie you to the bed until you came again.” He paraphrased the offer, starting to ride me with a slow circle of his hips. “If you wanted the plug out, Reese, you should have chosen option one.”