Page 7 of The Year of Us: June

Cory

Los Angeles agreed with me. Or maybe it was the close proximity to Reese that agreed with me.

But I slept like a fucking king in his bed or mine.

And not having to rush back to New York or some other location was definitely something I could get used to.

Especially if Reese made it a habit to stop by and have lunch with me.

I hadn’t anticipated his arrival or the flash of brat that appeared when he scuffed my shoes with his sneakers but putting him on his knees had felt right.

Warmth bloomed in my chest when I watched the way he folded for me.

The way he brushed his lips against the top of my shoes.

A little hesitant. A little reverent. A little unwilling to admit how much he liked it.

Then his tongue poked out and he swiped it over the top of my shoe, leaving a trail of shiny saliva behind.

“You look good down there.” Good seemed like such a weak word to describe the way Reese looked kneeling at my feet, worshipping me. But he liked to hear the word good in relation to himself. It wasn’t lost on me the effect calling him a good boy had on him. It was his Achilles’ heel.

“That’s a good boy,” I said, proving my point when he choked off a whimper. “Get them nice and clean for me.”

After he made another pass with his tongue, I pulled him up by the hair and yanked him forward, pressing his face against the bulge in my pants while I slid my freshly shined shoe between his legs. Lifting my toes, I nudged him, smiling when he whimpered as my shoe made contact with his bulge.

“Did you need something, Reese? Didn’t I leave you satisfied this morning? Or are you a needy little slut?”

When he nuzzled my bulge, a hungry sound rumbling out of him, I lifted my foot again, pressing a little harder this time.

“Did you need to come? Use your words, Reese.”

“I need to come,” he whispered, clearly desperate, if the husky quality of his voice was any indication.

“I have to prep for a meeting, but if you can make yourself come in the next five minutes, I’ll allow it. If not, you’ll have to wait until tonight after work.” I dragged Reese’s face up and looked into his eyes. “But you can’t touch yourself.”

Confusion fluttered through his expression. “Then… how?”

I straightened my leg a little more, making contact with his erection. “You know how.”

Understanding lit up his features and he shuffled forward. “Five minutes?”

“Four and a half now.” I put my other hand down, pointing my wrist toward him so he could see my watch. “You can keep time, Reese. Better hurry.”

His hips started to rock, and I pulled my foot away. “Not so fast. Be a good boy and get my dick out.”

Reese fumbled with my fly and untucked my shirt.

I grabbed my tie and threw it over my shoulder to keep it out of his way.

The moment he had my cock out, he devoured it, sliding it into the heat of his mouth.

His hips jolted and I felt him grind his dick against my leg.

The position was imperfect, but watching him struggle to get himself off while humping my leg and sucking my dick made it worth it.

And then there was the way his gaze kept darting to the Rolex on my wrist to check the time.

At the two-minute mark, he found a frantic sort of rhythm that worked well for him.

And for me. At the three-minute mark, I half expected Reese to come.

It wasn’t until he grabbed onto the arms of the chair for leverage that he really got going.

I could feel the heat of him, the rigidity of his cock as he ground it against my leg.

I was close to coming, but I didn’t want to yet.

I wanted to let it build and build. I wanted to work myself into a frenzy now and let it simmer on low all day and all night until I was free to unleash it on him with no one else around.

“Thirty seconds, Reese,” I warned, wondering if he was going to make it or not.

Then his hips stuttered, and he used my cock to muffle the sounds he made as he came, hot and sticky in his pants.

I almost felt bad for making a mess of him, but when he was done coming, I tapped his cheek. “Time’s up.”

He looked confused when I tucked my dick back in my pants. “But you…”

“Didn’t come? No, I didn’t. Not because you weren’t wonderful.

” Leaning down, I tilted Reese’s head up so I could brush a kiss against his lips.

“Tonight, when I get home, I’m going to get you nice and loose, and I’m going to send you to work with a plug in.

Then when you get home, I’m going to fuck you until you pass out.

Then I’m going to plug your ass and do it all over again in the morning. ”

“Jesus.” Reese exhaled.

“Are you safe-wording?” I asked, unsure if that was far too much for him. But then he smiled up at me, looking sated and pleased, and maybe a little excited.

“Hell, no.”

“You’ll still be a good boy if you safe-word,” I reassured him, brushing my thumbs over his cheekbones before combing my fingers through his hair to try and tame it again after I’d messed it up.

Reese scoffed. “I know that. You act like I’ve never had a plug in my ass. You should know better than anyone that doms can take things in the ass, Cory.” He moved and winced. Glancing down at his pants, he made a face.

“There’s a bathroom.” I pointed to the door that led to my private bathroom. One of the perks of being in demand was a nice corner office with all the luxuries. “You can clean up before you leave.”

Reese rose to his feet, pausing to kiss me quickly before he slipped into the bathroom.

I could definitely get used to being in LA.