Page 4 of The Year of Us: June

He nipped below my ear and I turned my head to meet him in an imperfect kiss. Turning in his embrace, I wrapped an arm around his neck, then slid my other hand down between us and cupped his dick through his pants.

“Someone’s needy.”

Reese scoffed. “Someone else got to come already.”

“What if I asked you to wait? What if I wanted to go back to your place, feed you dinner, and then wait for you in your bed? What if I wanted you to come home from work and see how much of your dick you could get in me before I woke up?”

“That’s a lot of what-ifs.” Reese’s eyes narrowed, but he licked his lips, clearly interested in my proposition.

“You don’t have to say yes.”

“And if I say no?”

“Then you say no, and we find another way to get you off. No harm. No foul.”

Reese groaned like he was in pain, and he crushed his lips against mine. Sliding his tongue into my mouth, he clung to me and mapped my body with his hands before suddenly breaking the kiss.

“Fuck. Work is going to fucking suck. I’m so goddamned hard.”

I smiled up at him and brushed a kiss against his mouth. The tip of his nose. His cheek. “What’s good to eat around here?” I asked, changing the subject.

Reese heaved a sigh and accepted the fact that he’d be without an orgasm until after his shift.

“There’s a place on the way back to mine; we can grab something from there. I get food from there all the time.”

“You want me to stay over?”

His eyes crinkled at the corners when he smiled. “I want to stumble in from work and fuck you through the mattress without trying to remember where the hell I’m going.”

“Let me grab a toothbrush.”

Color tinted Reese’s cheeks. “I already have one for you,” he admitted.

Reaching up, I cradled his cheek in my hand. My heart was melted butter when it came to Reese. “What am I going to do with you?”

“A lot of things, I hope.”

CHAPTER 4

Reese

GettingCory situated at my apartment and then leaving him behind was agony. I wanted to stay, watch him make himself at home in my space. I’d told him to do it, and I wondered what he would get up to by himself while I was busy at work. I didn’t have anything to hide.

I’d watched him unwrap a clean toothbrush and drop it into the holder mounted to the wall, and I’d definitely watched the way he smiled at me as the plastic rang out against porcelain. Excitement laced with fear bloomed in the middle of my chest, and the way he danced his fingertips across my hip and my stomach on his way back into the living area didn’t go unnoticed.

His shoes were by the front door, his bag on the floor by my bed. While I got ready to go, he sat on the edge of my bed and scooted back until his shoulders hit the wall, then he crossed his legs at the ankles and smiled at me like I was getting ready to hang the moon.

It was that smile that got me through my entire shirt, his words from earlier in the day about the things he’d wanted me to do to him that spurned me through the end of night prep in record time. I made sure to be quiet as I could when I got home,and I found Cory sprawled face first on my bed, his bare ass in the air and his arm wrapped possessively around my pillow. His phone was propped up against the bottle of lube I kept on the nightstand, a movie playing the end credits.

What if I wanted you to come home from work and see how much of your dick you could get in me before I woke up?

We’d talked about it, and I’d told him what I wanted, and he’d stripped out of his clothes in my absence, fallen asleep, spread for the taking. I’d been teetering on the edge all night, my arousal alternating between something that felt like pleasure and something that felt like pain. The switch into submission had already scrambled my brain enough that trying to make sense of the other was one step too far for me.

Quietly, I stripped out of my work clothes, not bothering with a shower. I’d need one after, but it would wait until the morning. I settled one knee on the bed, then the other. Cory didn’t so much as change his breathing. I knee-walked toward him, turned off his phone, then squirted enough lube into my hand to slick my cock for entry. I didn’t think I’d even get the tip inside without waking him up, but I was happy to try.

Situating myself between his legs, I gently spread his cheeks apart, revealing a smear of wetness that leaked out of his asshole. Arousal pulsed like a violent wave through my whole body as I faced the proof he’d gotten himself ready for me while I worked. Cory had gotten himself naked, climbed into my bed, and fucked himself with his hand while I was making drinks for a bridal party from Orange County.

I notched the head of my cock against his already slick hole and pushed the tip inside. Cory grunted, burying his face into the pillow, but for all intents and purposes was still asleep. I shivered, power racing through my veins.