Page 3 of The Year of Us: July

“You know what I mean.”

“I just decided today,” he answered. “I didn’t want to be without you for another second.”

“How long are you here for?”

Something flashed across his face that was gone before I even had a chance to read it. Maybe on a better day, but I was tired from work and kind of in shock, and I was definitely going to have a talk with Morgan about keeping secrets from me.

“Let’s talk about that later,” he said, rucking the hoodie up again to make sure I was aware of the situation between his legs. “I’ve been torturing myself in your bed for hours, Reese. I have videos to show you later, but now that you’re here, I really want to come.”

Cory reached for me, dusting his fingers across my cheek before stretching his hand around my head and pulling me into his lap. His dick was slick with what must have been hours’ worth of precum, and I opened my mouth around his tip to give him the best hello kiss I could manage. He lifted off the bed with a groan, holding me steady with both hands and fucking into my mouth with short and gentle thrusts.

It was nice, but I wanted more.

I took more of him into my mouth, until his cock tapped against the back of my throat, and when I gagged around him, his hands held me down right where we both wanted to be.

“That’s a good boy, yes.” Cory let loose a breathy whimper that went straight to my dick, “Just like that, darling. Fuck, I missed your mouth.”

I didn’t know which I liked more—when he called me a good boy or when he slipped and called me darling. He didn’t do it often, mostly only when he was really fucking turned on, but there was something so achingly intimate about it, the endearment made me want to cry. Thankfully, he offered a rough thrust into my mouth that brought tears out on its own, so even if I had cried about the softness, Cory would never know.

“Look at you wearing my watch too,” he purred, grabbing my wrist and pulling my hand up, sliding it underneath the hoodie so I could rub and claw at the muscles on his stomach. “The watch is mine and so are you, isn’t that right?”

I hummed, hollowing my cheeks and sucking hard on his cock.

Cory practically growled, settling back to let me set the pace, which was decidedly more aggressive than he’d started us off with. I took so much of his dick into my mouth it was hard to breathe, and I faced the reality I could have died happily if that was how I was meant to go. I pulled off before it got to that point,rocking back onto my heels so I could look him in the eye when I made him come.

I curled my hand around his cock, caught his stare with my eyes, then twisted and jerked him right back to the edge. His chin quivered as he tried to keep his breathing steady, and no matter how bad I wanted to kiss him, I wanted to see him come worse.

“I missed you,” I told him, watch sliding around my wrist as I made a tight tunnel around his shaft. My lips tingled, swollen and wet from how hard I’d been sucking him.

“I missed you,” he whispered.

“I love you,” I murmured, worrying my lip with my teeth. “I’m so glad you’re home.”

Cory’s entire body swayed forward, and his cock pulsed against my palm. His jaw hinged open, even though no sound came out, and then cum exploded from his cock, splattering against my—his—hoodie and my hand. He was a vision when he came, and there was no amount of money in the world that would have been enough for me to look away. I stroked him slower until he shivered from oversensitivity, then I flung myself over the top of him and crashed our mouths together in a blistering kiss.

CHAPTER 3

Cory

Reese’s hoodieno longer smelled like him, but that didn’t matter now that he was back in my arms, trembling with need.

“You’re here,” he whispered between frenzied kisses, as if he still couldn’t believe it. I slid my hands down his sides and tugged at his shirt, rucking it up his back. Reese got the hint and pulled away long enough to peel it off over his head, then he was yanking on the hem of the hoodie and pulling it off over my head.

“You’re not supposed to be here yet,” Reese said from where he kneeled before me, shirtless, his cock straining at the fly of his pants.

“I think New York is the place I’m not supposed to be.”

Reese watched me as I reached for his pants and popped the button open. I took my time unzipping him, watching the way his chest rose and fell as he watched me.

“How long were you here waiting for me?”

I looked up at him and smirked as I dragged his pants and underwear off his hips, exposing his stiff cock. “Hours. Hours and hours and hours.”

I flicked my gaze down to his pants. “You should get out of those.”

Reese scrambled out of his clothes and climbed on top of me, straddling me, pressing our cocks together. Then he leaned in and kissed me with the softest mouth I’d ever had the pleasure of kissing.

“Cory,” Reese said.