Page 5 of The Year of Us: August

It wasn’t all talk.

I did need it. I needed that connection point…

That gift.

Cory stroked himself once, then climbed onto the couch and lined himself back up with my hole.

“I’ll always give you what you need,” he whispered before pushing back into me.

My body took him with ease, still stretched, and when he was all the way inside, my eyes rolled back into my head, and I groaned. I grabbed his hips and pulled our bodies flush, relishing the sensations that came from being filled by the man I loved.

Another shuddering thrust and Cory’s dick thickened inside of me as he came. His back bowed and he collapsed on top of me, forehead landing on my shoulder, and I stroked my hands up and down the length of his back as he surrendered to the violent waves of his orgasm. At one point, Cory kissed my shoulder, then he kissed me with teeth, sinking them hard into the skin.

I bit back a whimper and stroked my cock twice so I could follow him right over the edge into oblivion. Hot cum splatteredmy stomach and my vision blacked out when I came. My muscles convulsed, milking more cum from him and another series of breathy curses and moans.

After what felt like an hour, both of our bodies finally went still, our breathing—and our heartbeats—in sync. Cory kicked one of my legs out from under me and took us both down onto the couch, lying on our sides and facing each other. His cock slipped out of me, and I winced, shuddering at the absence. It was hard to open my eyes, but his gentle fingers against my cheek and my forehead eventually lulled me back to the present. I blinked him into focus, overwhelmed by the perfect blue of his eyes, but more so by the love that poured out of them when he smiled at me.

Cory kissed the tip of my nose, and I tucked my body against his, which was a feat considering how much larger than him I was.

“It’s been a while since we’ve had this conversation,” he said tentatively, kissing my hair, then sliding his arm over my shoulder. “But now that I’m here…”

“Hmn?”

“What are your limits, Reese?”

CHAPTER 5

Cory

For the firsttime in days, my body was relaxed, and I was at peace. Being away from Reese was like walking around in an endless fog. But with Reese tucked in against my side, I felt more myself than I had since I left LA three days ago.

Each hour away from him had felt like a week. Had I grown needy in my old age? It was hard to tell, but I didn’t care either way. Reese was the person I’d spent my whole adult life telling myself didn’t exist. He wasn’t perfect, but he was perfect for me.

The question of his limits hung in the air between us and Reese let out a little sigh. “I should’ve known to expect that question.”

“I haven’t asked it in a while.”

“You haven’t needed to.” Reese shifted and I held him tighter until he settled again. “I trust you, Cory. More than I’ve ever trusted anyone. I don’t want to say that I don’t have limits because that’s not accurate, but they’re…” He lifted a hand and wiggled it in the air like he was searching for a word he couldn’t grasp.

“Nebulous,” he finally said, letting his hand drop back down. He shifted again like his discomfort had nothing to do with the cum that was probably leaking out of his ass.

“Tell me.”

When Reese didn’t speak, I started to prompt him. “Is bondage a limit?”

Reese scoffed. “No.”

“Sensory deprivation?”

“Hmmm, nope.”

Whatever Reese wanted to tell me had to be important, but sometimes he got tangled in his own head. It had been hard for him to reconcile what he thought he was allowed to want with what he actually wanted.

“Is sharing a limit?”

Reese let out a long breath and then nodded. “Yeah. I know it’s unfair of me.”

He traced abstract patterns on my skin with the tip of his index finger. “I know you watched me with Jason, and I liked that. But I don’t think I could ever be on the other side of that. I don’t like the idea of you with someone else.”