Page 9 of The Year of Us: August

Cory

I woke up with a mouth on my cock, which was now my new favorite way to start the day. Shoving the covers off, I looked down at Reese. His hair was messy from sleep and he still looked like he was only half awake.

“Good morning, gorgeous.” I said to him, raking my fingers through his hair. Reese tried to release my cock to respond, but I held him in place with a firm hand. “Don’t talk with your mouth full.”

He huffed a breath out of his nose, but relaxed into my touch. Gently cradling his head with both hands, I fucked his mouth in a lazy rhythm. We had a lot to talk about, but nothing was more important than basking in his attention.

Changing my grip so I could hold his head with one hand, I reached down and grabbed his hand. I twined our fingers together and Reese held on with a death grip. His hips rocked subtly as I fucked his face.

“Don’t you dare come.” I told him, thrusting my cock deeper.

He gagged and his hand tightened around mine as he fought for air. I pulled him back a bit, letting oxygen flood back into his lungs. Reese whined, either because I’d told him not to come, or because I’d stopped fucking his throat. It was honestly a toss-up.

Already dangerously close to blowing my load, I slowed the pace, taking my time using Reese’s mouth.

“You’re such a sweet boy,” I told him as my orgasm started to build. It grew slowly, like a storm rolling in, languidly gathering strength before gently breaking. Reese swallowed me down, his chin drenched with saliva, his eyes heavy with lust and satisfaction as I praised him for a job well done.

“Come here, darling. I want to give you a good morning kiss.” I told him, coaxing him to release my spent, sensitive cock.

Reese crawled up the bed, blanketing me with his larger frame.

His mouth was salty and soft, and I smiled into his kiss, though I tried not to.

“I was going to kiss you elsewhere actually, but if you prefer this, I can work with that.”

Reese pulled back and looked at me, one eyebrow lifted slightly higher than the other. “Well, you should’ve said that sooner.”

“I’m saying it now. Get up here, straddle my face, and then don’t move.”

Reese did as he was told, being careful to not kneel on any of my body parts as he slid into position.

“Put your hands on the headboard.”

Reese again did as he was told and I reached up, angling his cock down into my mouth. I cupped his ass in both my hands, spreading him wide as I urged him forward into my mouth. Unlike the gentle way I’d fucked his face, I hollowed my cheeks and sucked him down all at once.

Reese cried out, his body convulsing as he tried to hold back.

He did so well too, lasting almost a full minute of me stuffing his cock down my throat and letting it retreat so I could breathe again.

And then I brushed my finger over his hole and teased his entrance, and Reese came like a fountain.

Through experience, I managed not to choke to death on his cum, but by the time he was finished, we were both breathless.

Reese moved and flopped back down next to me, draping his body over mine.

“You realize you came without permission,” I said a few minutes later, once my breathing had regulated and the blood had returned to my brain.

“Worth it,” Reese mumbled, his voice husky with sleep.

I told myself I had to get up and get things done, but the alternative was too enticing and it was the afternoon before Reese and I stirred in earnest.

“You work tonight?”

“Yeah.”

“Did you want me to crash at your place tonight? Or did you want to come back here after?”

“Let’s see. Go back to my tiny apartment with a shower the size of a tic-tac, or come here and shower in a bathroom with a larger footprint than my entire apartment. Tough call.” Reese laughed, but me not being in a relationship in years had me worried that I was misreading his laughter.

“I don’t want you to feel shoehorned into anything, Reese.”

He propped himself up on his elbow and looked at me. His brow was furrowed, and I wanted to reach for him and smooth the worry lines away.

“I don’t. I promise.”

“Okay. I just…” I exhaled and tried to gather my thoughts so I could articulate them in a way that made sense. “I know my move has changed things for us, and will continue to change things for us, but I don’t want it to change how we feel about each other.”

“How could it?” Reese asked softly.

“I don’t have an answer for that.”

“You don’t have an answer because fear isn’t rational. It’s okay to be a little freaked out, babe. You just moved across the country. You changed your fucking client roster, and probably a bunch of other shit, just to be here, with me.”

Instead of focusing on the very accurate way Reese pegged exactly what was going on with me, I smiled up at him. “Babe?” I questioned.

Reese shrugged. “It was that or pookie.”

“Babe is fine.” My heart did a victory lap in my chest. Babe was more than fine. And it was far better than pookie any day.