Page 3 of The Year of Us: August

Cory wrapped his hand around the chain and pulled me to my feet, leading me back into the house and upstairs to the bedroom like my control over his cock was as much my own leash as it was his. When he reached the bedroom, he let me go and turned to face me, fingers already working quickly at his pants.

He shoved his jeans down past his thighs and tore out of his shirt. Closing the few feet that remained between us, Cory grabbed the key—still around my neck—and gave me an instruction we’d both been hungry for.

“Get on your knees, Reese.”

I sank down in front of him without a second though, not a single sliver of doubt as my knees landed on the soft rug that stretched out from beneath the bed.

Cory didn’t bother taking the chain off my neck, he grabbed the key and yanked me toward him, shoving it into the lock and pressing my face against his groin at the same time. It wasn’t the best angle, but he smelled like heaven, and I wasn’t going to complain, and then the cage landed on the floor with a thud and his cock sprang free.

I could see the pressure marks left from the steel prison, and the relief that rolled though him at the first breath of freedom was enough to have my entire body swaying alongside him.

“Do you want my first load in your mouth or in your ass?” he asked, and I shivered at the brashness of the question.

There was absolutely no wrong answer.

I closed my eyes and breathed him in, the now recognizable smell of his soap and laundry detergent overlaying the subtle musk that made his scent so uniquely him. There was no wrong answer to the ask, but there was one that was more right than the rest, and it was the one thing we hadn’t discussed since the word had slipped out of my mouth the first time four daysearlier. I licked my lips and swallowed, breath coming easily, even as my heart battered my ribs.

“You tell me.” I tipped my head back to make sure he was looking right at me when I added a breathy, whispered, “Sir.”

CHAPTER 3

Cory

I’d heardthe 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 andurged 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.