Page 12 of The Year of Us: June

Reese

Cory and Morgan never returned to the bar, which was not surprising.

I hoped they had managed to have a good time together while I worked, but I also hoped they’d said their goodbyes before I got home because the plug Cory put inside of me after our last round had spent the entire night dragging against my prostate if I moved the wrong way and to say I was ready to burst would be an understatement.

Thankfully, I received a text from Morgan at quarter to two telling me she approved, and a text from Cory near the same time that wasn’t anything more than a picture of him in my bed, naked from the waist up.

I sped through the rest of my shift as fast as I could and made it home in record time.

Cory was still in my bed, one arm folded behind his head, the other holding his phone as he scrolled his screen.

“Someone’s eager,” he teased, throwing back the sheets.

“Please take this out of me,” I begged, stripping out of my clothes and climbing into bed.

Cory chuckled and let his hand trail down my side and over the swell of my ass until his fingers were against the base of the plug.

“Why?” he asked.

“Because of this.” I pulled his hand to my front, covering my achingly hard erection with his palm.

“I’m really tired, Reese,” he whispered, smiling and tucking his chin against his chest. Cory rolled me over so my back pressed against his chest, the searing heat of his erection hard against my thigh. “Morgan is a talker.”

“I know, but can we not talk about her right now?”

“Would you rather talk about the way you wanted me to tie you up earlier today?” He kissed the back of my neck. “I’ve been dying to talk about that all night.”

“I don’t know what to say.”

Rather, I didn’t know which of the dozen things I was feeling was the one I wanted to say.

Yes, Cory had tied me up earlier, and yes, I’d asked him to do it tighter.

It wasn’t the first time he’d restrained me.

He’d done it our first night together in New York, but it had been different earlier.

Like another step in a direction neither of us had specifically talked about walking, even if we’d been heading there the whole time.

“You think too much,” he said, hand between our bodies, fussing with the plug.

It pushed against my rim as he tugged and then it popped free.

I buried my face into the pillow at the same time Cory rolled me onto my stomach and mounted me.

His cock slipped into me easily, my muscles clamping down around him as he seated himself fully, balls nestled against my ass.

I groaned into the sheets, reaching back blindly to feel for his hand or his leg, or any part of him that I could touch.

“Easy for you to say,” I argued. “Not your whole life getting turned upside down.”

“Isn’t it?” He punctuated each statement with a thrust of his hips, pushing us both down into the mattress. “I don’t date. I don’t bring men to the club. I don’t bring men to my house. I definitely don’t fly across the country every month for a man.”

“That’s for work,” I argued weakly.

“Is it?”

He pulled us both onto our sides, hooking one leg over mine to pull my body open for him. He wrapped his other arm around my chest, holding me as he rocked into me at a slower pace than before.

“Isn’t it?”

He skated his hand down my stomach until he reached my cock, still hard and needy after hours of neglect at work.

“You tell me, Reese. You’re a smart boy.”

“Not for work,” I whispered.

He kissed my shoulder and groaned quietly, going still behind me.

A shudder rippled across his chest as he came inside of me, and without prompting and without question, his talented fingers curled around my dick and stroked me until I fell headfirst after him.

Cum splattered my chest and my stomach, but his strong leg wrapped around mine kept our bodies joined in the most important places until the aftershocks of both our orgasms quieted down.

“I love you,” I murmured, no longer able to keep my eyes open.

“I’ll never get tired of hearing that,” he said, smiling against me. “I love you too, Reese.”

There were no words exchanged after that, not even a goodnight, but the conversation played on repeat loud enough in my head to keep me up for another twenty minutes.

Long after he’d fallen asleep inside of me, I remained awake, knowing there were two weeks left on his trip and two weeks was plenty of time for things between us to change.

And there were things that needed to change.

Cory was a patient man, and he’d been more than gracious with me while I worked through whatever chaos his presence created in my life, but for as easygoing as he was about most things, he did deserve more than an unspoken agreement.

It had taken us months to call ourselves what we were, even longer to admit the feelings between us were love.

The only other confession left to make was that we might have started as two dominant men, but that wasn’t where we found ourselves anymore.

And it was a complicated thing because, while I enjoyed submitting myself to Cory, I didn’t consider myself submissive and I didn’t think I ever would. It was almost like a secret between us. A gift, just for him. Did that make me a switch? Did that make me a dominant with a submission kink?

I had no fucking idea.

But I knew that within the next fourteen days, I’d have to figure it out.