Page 14 of The Year of Us: July

And then he slid his cock into my mouth, into my throat with one smooth glide of his hips. I gagged around him, the contractions in my throat letting him inch deeper. With my nose nestled into the neatly trimmed hairs at the base of his shaft, Cory bottomed out, and I started to stroke my cock. I was already so close to coming, the arousal from spanking him paired with the pleasure of having his dick in my mouth was a perfect drug, but when he started to fuck my face like he’d promised, there was no hope left for me.

I came almost immediately, cum splattering against my fingers and the floor, as Cory set a relentless pace that was likely to bruise the back of my throat. Gasping through my own orgasm, getting an actual breath was not an option. He held my head steady, fucking in and out of my mouth like a saw, pulling almost all the way out before sinking back down to the hilt.

I had to close my eyes because I couldn’t see through my tears. I didn’t want to see. With my vision darkened, I was forced to feel the pressure of the floor below my knees, Cory’s fingers against my skull, the salty musk of him surrounding all of my senses. Spit ran down my chin like a waterfall, and all the while he whispered to me how good I was, how perfect, how his.

When Cory came, his cock thickened impossibly hard against the roof of my mouth, a load of cum bursting hot and violent onto the back of my tongue. He bowed forward over me, temporarily cutting off my ability to breathe as he came straight into my throat, his entire body seizing and jerking with the force of it. My own dick, already sated, twitched and pulsed, another burst of wetness leaking from my slit.

Without any warning, Cory pulled himself all the way out of me and my eyes opened like he’d flipped a switch. I blinked hard and fast, falling forward against his bare thighs and gasping for breath. Sinking down to his knees in front of me, he wrapped hisarms around me as I struggled to fill my lungs, whispering more words of praise and promise into my ears.

“Thank you,” I murmured, swaying forward against his shoulder. “Thank you, Sir.”

He froze.

I froze.

The honorific hung between us like it was meant to be there, and a fresh wave of tears spilled down my face for how right everything was. I didn’t say anything about my use of the word. Notably, I didn’t try to take it back, and Cory didn’t say anything either. He smiled against my temple like I’d given him the right answer, and then he kissed my tears, my cheeks and the dip beside my nostrils, down to my mouth. He kissed me so hard and deep, I knew he had to taste himself—and the word—on his tongue by the time he finished, then he leaned back and pressed another kiss against my spit-soaked chin, then tilted my head up and kissed the angle of my jaw.

“You’re everything I’ve ever wanted in this life,” he whispered, hands constantly moving over me like he was checking me for injury, and maybe he was.

“Cory, I?—”

He cut me off, bringing his mouth so close to mine it was impossible to talk when all I wanted to do was kiss him. “I never want to spend another night without you again. I’m calling Zane first thing tomorrow morning and making an offer on a house. I don’t want to be in New York anymore. I want to be here. I want to be with you.”