Page 2 of The Year of Us: July

Reese

Work was slow and Cory wasn’t answering any of my text messages.

I tried to convince myself he was working late, even though I knew with the time difference that wasn’t the case.

And when that idea failed, I tried to tell myself he was out with his friends, maybe his phone died… none of it felt right.

Cory was my boyfriend. We were in love. He wouldn’t just disappear.

By the time I got off work, I was close to panicking, debating who I could ask to borrow money from to get a plane ticket for New York.

Maybe I could pawn the stupid watch of his, even though I’d gotten very used to wearing it…

the weight around my wrist offering me a calm sort of reassurance that I was cared for.

When I shoved my key into the door at home and stepped into the entryway, all the worry rolled itself up into something much more manageable, even if it made me want to throw the watch across the room.

“What are you doing here?” I asked, words barely loud enough for me to hear myself.

Cory wasn’t answering my messages because Cory was here.

He wasn’t just in LA. He was here, in my apartment, and he was in my bed, eyes drunk with lust and his hand moving lazily between his legs.

And…

“Is that my hoodie?” I asked, kicking off my shoes and closing the door behind me.

He plucked it away from his body, giving me a view of his thick erection beneath.

“It’s my hoodie now,” he said, reclining against the wall to give me a better view.

There was something absolutely indecent about a man as rich and dominant and put together as Cory Callahan sprawled out on my bed in a stolen hoodie with his dick out.

“How did you get in?”

“Morgan gave me a key,” he said.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were coming?” I closed the space between the door and the bed, crawling up onto the mattress and finding room for myself between his legs.

“I’m not coming yet,” he whispered, mouth quirking up into one of his familiar—and missed—smirks.

“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.