Page 4 of The Year of Us: August

But I wasn’t done with him yet. Sliding a finger under his chin, I encouraged him to look up at me by applying gentle pressure. Reese obeyed, sliding away just far enough to obey my silent command.

“You have ten seconds to get out of those clothes.”

He pulled his shirt off in less than half a second and then his hands were working on his pants, fumbling with his belt and the button before yanking them open and shoving them down. He flopped back onto his ass and kicked his pants off the rest of the way before returning to his knees.

His movements were jerky and hurried. Sloppy and lacking in grace. And he was the most perfect man alive. Reaching my hand out, I waited for him to take it and once he did, I pulled him to his feet and yanked him close. I slanted my mouth over his and when he tried to lead the kiss, I kissed him more forcefully until he relented, going pliant against me. Soft like butter. Well, not entirely soft.

I trailed kisses up his jaw, enjoying the scratch of his stubble and the scent of his cologne when I mouthed the shell of his ear. “I’m going to fuck you in every room in this house. There won’t be an inch of this place that you’ll be able to look at without thinking of it. Of me.” I reached down and took him in my hand.

Reese’s arms tightened around me and his hips jerked, seeking friction. I loosened my hold until he stopped moving, a frustrated whimper tearing free.

“Do you like the sound of that?”

His answer was quick this time. No hesitation. No subtle pause while he weighed the word before letting it leave his tongue.

“Yes, sir.”

CHAPTER 4

Reese

Cory practically shovedme 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 Ineeded. 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?”