Page 9 of The Year of Us: August
Across the table, he met my gaze and I returned his smile, then glanced down and turned the plug in his ass on again. This time I cranked it up, causing him to flinch and nearly knock Morgan’s drink into her lap.
She steadied her wine glass before narrowing her gaze at Reese, then at me. “Whatever you’re up to, I don’t want to know.”
“What makes you think we’re up to anything?” I asked, feigning innocence. Which Morgan absolutely didn’t buy.
She rolled her eyes. “You’re men, therefore you’re always up to something.”
“Hey,” Reese chimed in. His cheeks were flushed, and he had to be going insane from the steady vibration, but he’d managed to get himself under control. “That’s not inaccurate, but you could at least have pretended not to notice.”
“Because I love you, I’ll pretend that the two of you aren’t doing whatever it is that you’re doing.” Morgan pushed her glass out of the way when the server arrived with our food. She pinned me with a look. “Behave, Cory. If you make my best friend choke to death, I will stab a fork in your eye.”
“So much for pretending we’re not up to something.” Reese sulked and picked up his fork.
For the rest of the meal, Morgan and I chatted back and forth, and Reese spoke up whenever he was able. Admittedly, I tortured him. The satisfaction I got from knowing that I’d now spend more dinners with Reese than I would without him. The idea that I was no longer living out of airports and suitcases would take a bit of getting used to, but coming home and finding Reese there was the highlight of my year.
Having some mercy on him, I turned the device off and watched his shoulders slump in relief. I left him alone until after dinner. I let him enjoy his time with his friend and the decadent dessert he’d ordered. We waited with Morgan until her Uber arrived, and then we got into our own. Now that I was going to be in one place more often, I considered getting a car, but that was an issue for tomorrow.
The minute we were in the back seat, I slipped my phone out of my pocket and turned the device on, cranking the intensity and changing it from a steady buzz to a pulse. Reese gasped and gripped the edge of the seat.
The driver glanced back. “Nervous passenger? Just don’t puke or it’ll cost ya.”
“No worries,” I told him. “He’s got it under control. Don’t you, darling?”
Reese scowled at me and I only smirked back at him, delighted by the way he suffered for me. He was so stoic, so steady, even though he had to be in agony by now. Shimmying closer, I put my hand on his thigh, then slid it up his leg, inching closer to the bulge between his legs.
Reese didn’t move, or blink, or maybe even breathe. Part of me was disappointed that he’d managed not to come because I’d wanted to spank him. If he didn’t come, I’d have to find another way to slake my thirst.
By the time the car pulled up outside the house, Reese was on the ragged edge of his sanity. He practically leaped out of the car and hurried for the door. I took my time, peeling off a generous tip for the driver, who’d not commented on the little whimpers that had escaped Reese every now and then.
The Uber driver pulled away and I approached Reese. “One of the things I liked the most about this place was the privacy.” Though there were neighbors nearby, the property had enough trees and landscaping to be private and seem more secluded than it was.
“You have two options. If you want, we can go inside, and I can take that plug out of your ass and fill you full of my cum, but I’m not going to let you get off. Or… we can come, right here, right now, and then we’ll go inside and I’ll tie you down and fuck you until you come again.” I kept my eyes trained on his and watched the way his gaze flicked around when I made my offer.
“The choice is yours. What’ll it be, Reese?”
CHAPTER 8
Reese
The privacyof 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.