Page 2 of The Year of Us: June

Reese

“So needy,” I murmured, smiling against Cory’s mouth. He groaned, cock pressing into my thigh. “You show up a day early and spoil me with whiskey and flowers I don’t even get to appreciate, then you take me to some bougie apartment and tell me to get on my knees?”

I’d already boxed him in against the wall, and I shoved my leg between his, using my knee to spread his legs, the top of my thigh to press against his cock.

“I asked very nicely,” he protested, digging his fingers into my hips. “Besides, you like when I call you a good boy.”

“Do it again, then,” I whispered, kissing my way down his neck toward his collarbone.

“You’re a good boy, Reese,” he murmured, and I palmed his erection with my hand. “You’re the very best boy.”

I hummed, rucking up his shirt so I could get my fingers onto his skin.

It had only been a month. It was always only a month, but as our relationship had turned into something more than sex, the need I felt for his company during our time apart had also escalated into something that was getting very hard to manage on my own.

“Do I really have you for three weeks?” I asked, putting enough space between us so I could get his shirt over his head and onto the floor. My hands went to his belt next, knowing that he could beg me as much or little as he wanted. I would still end up on my knees for him.

“Three weeks,” he promised.

“Tell me I’m a good boy again.” I undid his belt, pulled down his fly, and took his pants down to the middle of his thighs.

“You’re a good boy,” he panted, and I sank down to my knees on the hard tile floor of his rented apartment.

Cory’s cock smelled like expensive soap, and I realized he’d been in town long enough to freshen up before coming to see me. His early arrival hadn’t just been a surprise. It was also pre-meditated. Dragging my cheek over the length of his cock, I smiled, feeling more special than I had any right.

“On my knees like this?” I asked, looking up at him and opening my mouth. His cock slipped past my lips and landed hot and wet against my tongue. I sealed my mouth around him and sucked hard, taking down as much of his shaft as I could manage without choking myself in a decidedly not-sexy way.

“Just like that.” He tangled his fingers into my hair and dropped his head back against the wall with a moan. “Just like that, Reese. There’s my good boy and his perfect fucking mouth.”

There was no lie between us about the fact I did like when he called me a good boy, but it also went deeper than that.

I didn’t only like hearing it, I liked being it, and I knew enough from my years as a dominant that there wasn’t anything wrong with finding pleasure in submission and service.

It simply wasn’t something I’d ever planned for myself.

With Cory, though, there was no other way, and I was finally starting to be okay with that.

“Would you put your hands behind your back for me?” Cory asked, his chin against his chest down, fingers still threaded through my hair. “I know it’s a lot.”

It wasn’t a lot.

But it was new.

With a mouthful of his cock, I slowly lowered my hands from his thighs, letting them hang loose at my side for a breath before reaching behind my back and twisting my fingers together.

The sound that left Cory’s mouth at my compliance was absolutely feral, and his cock pulsed so hard it smacked into the roof of my mouth.

“You’re a vision,” he moaned, pulling back enough to slide all the way past my lips, a chain of spit connecting us together as he gave me back my mouth. “What are your limits?”

I didn’t even know anymore.

“None right now,” I said, “but if you don’t come in my mouth, I’m leaving.”

Cory cursed under his breath and thrust himself back into my mouth, hard and deep enough to get me right to the not-sexy kind of choking I’d been trying to avoid.

I gagged around his length, which only spurred him on.

With my hands behind my back—of my own accord—the only brake on this blow job was Cory’s own willpower, which seemed to grow thinner with every inch he fucked past my lips.

Tears streamed freely from the corners of my eyes, and the sounds that echoed through the open floorplan apartment would have made a porn star blush. The whole time, Cory murmured words of affirmation and praise, his voice a complete contrast to the punishing way he fucked my throat.

I was covered in tears and spit and precum, and I’d never been more turned on.

Every experience with Cory was a new one, whether I was on my knees, or he was on his, and I didn’t ever know what to expect.

I hadn’t planned on becoming a submissive—or rather, a switch—but I hadn’t planned on developing feelings for Cory Callahan either.

“I’m so close,” he rasped.

He grunted. He fucked into the back of my throat, and then he went still.

Cory’s cock thickened and pulsed, shooting a burst of cum right onto my tongue and another that slid straight down into my throat.

He cupped one hand under my chin, the other cradling my cheek, and there was nowhere for me to be except in that moment with him, with his dick and his cum and his blown pupils and his strong fingers… the only thing that mattered.

I swallowed every drop he gave me, sinking down onto my heels when he finally released my face and pulled out of my mouth.

He leaned against the wall, then slumped to the floor, spreading his legs so one was on either side of me.

Cory scrubbed a hand down his face then gave me the kind of smirk that had caught my attention the night I met him at the bar.

“Well,” he said with a shaky breath. “That was quite the housewarming gift.”