Page 5 of The Year of Us: June

This was hot.

This was so fucking hot.

Slowly, I fed another inch into him, then another, and another until I’d reached the thickest part of my shaft. Going slow was torture, but Cory still snored softly beneath me, his hair soft and loose across his forehead. I was deep enough inside of him I could fold my body over top of his, bracing one hand beside his head and the other near his waist.

I sank myself into his body until I was fully seated, groaning under my breath at how wet he was. God, what had he done to himself on my sheets to get his bodythisfucking ready for me. I was desperate to shove my hand between his stomach and the bed to see if I’d find remnants of an orgasm drying against his skin. My cock throbbed, already threatening to burst, and it was that expansion that finally got a reaction out of my sleeping boyfriend.

Beneath me, Cory lifted his hips off the bed and grumbled something under his breath I couldn’t quite hear. His lashes fluttered, but his eyes didn’t open, and he moaned my name with more need than I’d ever heard from him when he was awake. Was this what he meant when he told me he ‘dreamed about me? When he told me how often he thought about me fucking him?

I shoved his legs farther apart, not caring anymore if it woke him up or not. I was minutes away from coming and I wanted him conscious for it. Pulling out until I was fully free of his body, I slammed back into him with enough force to knock the air out of both our lungs. His eyes flew open, then rolled back as I set an immediate and punishing pace. He’d wanted me to see how much of my cock I could get into him without waking him up, and the answer was all of it. I’d wanted to come home from work and fuck him so hard into the mattress than nothing else in my life mattered.

Heat built low and hot between my legs, and Cory reached back, grabbing my hip and digging his nails into my waist. He didn’t try to stop me, the sharp bite of his fingers only drivingme deeper. The bed slammed against the wall, and neither of us managed any sort of breath beyond a desperate and forced exhale between thrusts.

Nothing else mattered.

Nothing mattered more than him.

Than us.

Thanthis.

Cory whimpered, chin quivering as all his muscles tensed and locked, and I knew if he hadn’t come on my sheets earlier, he just had. I slammed against him two more times before my own orgasm pulled over me like a blanket, taking us both under from the swell of it. I shot a violent spray of cum into Cory’s body, collapsing on top of him as I lost control of my limbs.

My vision whited, stars blinking to life behind my eyelids. The only thing I knew was Cory was here for three weeks, he was mine, and…

My mouth opened on its own accord, dropping wet and sloppy kisses against the side of his neck, his ear, his jaw, while the aftershocks of my orgasm settled in my bones.

“I love you,” I whispered, because in that moment, it was the only thing I knew to say.

CHAPTER 5

Cory

Truth be told,I slept better in Reese’s bed than I had anywhere else and when he arrived home, I was dead to the world. I’d worked myself until I was loose and empty. Waiting for him in his apartment had been a special kind of torture. To be surrounded by his scent, his things, but be absent from his company? It was agony. But the payoff was exquisite.

Reese had thoroughly fucked me, pounding me with the force of a desperate man, and after, he lay boneless on top of me. The moment held its breath as he ghosted kisses across my shoulders. And then I heard him whisper.

“I love you.”

He stiffened, a subtle difference in the way his weight sat on me.

“I mean, I loved coming home to you.” The way he backpedaled wasn’t unexpected. Reese had been hesitant. Cautious. Guarded. But it still was a blow to my chest for him to give me that gift and then try to take it from me.

Squirming under him, I managed to roll over onto my back. Reese tried to get out of bed, but I wrapped my body around his and tugged him down on top of me.

“Reese, settle.” I always meant the words I said, even when I softened the level of dominance I used, as I’d been known to do where Reese was concerned. But this was a hard line for me, and I needed him to know I meant business, so I used a little more force behind my words than I usually did. Reese stilled immediately.

“I didn’t mean it.” His voice was strangled, like he was choking on his own tumultuous emotions.

“I got caught up in the moment,” he tried, without meeting my eyes. That wouldn’t do.

With my heart twisting in my chest like Reese had reached in and grabbed it in his fist and pulled, I made myself stay calm. “I have a new limit, Reese.”

Immediately his gaze snapped to mine. The sadness in his eyes was mixed with wariness, maybe a hint of fear. We were in uncharted territory. Carding my fingers through his hair, I tightened my grip until I was sure I had his full attention.

“Never, ever lie to me.” Still keeping my hold on him, I brought his mouth down to mine and demanded entry with a bruising kiss. It started out rough, an assertion of my dominance. A tangible reaction to prove that I meant what I said. And when he softened and let me take over the kiss, when he let me lead, I rewarded him by relaxing my grip.

I let my kiss become more gentle and when I pulled away, I waited until he opened his eyes before I released the smile that I’d been holding back from that first moment of hesitation.