Page 9 of The Year of Us: March

“I want you bare?—”

I lifted to speak, but he kept going before I could.

“I know we haven’t talked about that yet, but I haven’t been with anyone besides you since January, I’ve been tested, and I do fear if you don’t come inside of me before I have to go back to New York, I might perish on the return flight.”

There were a thousand things I could have said to him, but my thoughts were focused on two things and two things alone—the outline of his handprints against my backside and the thrumming of my pulse through the length of my erection.

“We can’t have that now,” I muttered. “Can’t have you wasting away over Nebraska.”

“I don’t think I’d make it that far,” he admitted, testing his hand out against my ass one more time.

“What are you waiting for then?” I asked. “Make my cock hard.”

CHAPTER 7

Cory

There wasno way for me to compare Reese with any other man I’d been with because he was so unlike any of them. Dominant, but willing to bend, to a point. For a price. Even if he didn’t understand why he wanted to or what it meant. He was brave enough to do it anyway. To drape himself over my lap and give himself up to my care.

His cheeks were a satisfying shade of pink and warm to the touch. When I squeezed one, he moaned. Trapped between us was his cock, hard like iron and weeping like a faucet. But I wasn’t ready for him yet. I wanted his desperation. I wanted him so worked up he’d feel like he was dying unless he had me.

I struck him again. Alternating cheeks, I built a steady rhythm. Sometimes I’d pause to soothe the sting, and it was during these moments when Reese came back to himself enough and stiffened, like he suddenly remembered he was a Dom, and Doms didn’t get spanked. And then he’d remember that I was one too, and I’d let him spank me first.

“You’re doing so well,” I told Reese as I laid a few sharp slaps down, earning me a grunt from him each time. Reese started to writhe underneath me, seeking friction for his cock.

“You’re so hard,” I said, as if he didn’t know the state of his own cock. As if all he knew was me and the sensation of my hand gripping one of the pink globes of his ass.

“Hard enough to break you in half.” Reese’s words had more bite than his tone. He was half man, half lust. Not a reluctant submissive, but a confused switch. One who’d never entertained the idea that there might be untapped treasure on the other side of the coin.

“Not yet,” I told him, stroking his rosy cheeks. I brought my hand back, then laid into him harder than I had done before. Reese let out an indecipherable sound and his body contracted then relaxed, and after that, every strike brought him closer to the edge. His hips started seeking friction, humping against my thigh, and another time I might have let him finish like that. It held a certain kind of appeal, but tonight the only thing I wanted was to have him deep inside me. Splitting me open. Making me his in ways he could understand.

I stilled, but he didn’t. His hips kept rocking. Kept grinding his cock against my thigh.

“Now,” I said.

No sooner did the word leave my lips and Reese was up. He scrambled to his hands and knees, then to the edge of the bed. He dropped his feet down onto the floor, then reached for me. Grabbing me by the legs, he pulled me to the side of his bed. I let him manhandle me until I was half on the bed, half off, face down. Reese picked up the lube and drizzled a healthy amount down the crack of my ass.

The first sound he made was a tortured moan when he used the head of his dick to spread the lube around my hole. His desperation was palpable, something that was so real for us both I could almost see it in the space between us. Like there was me and him, and his lust encompassing us both.

“Do it,” I urged him. My own lust was clawing at my chest, trying to dig its way out of me. “Do it,” I said again, but softer, closer to a plea than a directive.

A long steady stroke stretched me open, burned in the right way, the way that would let me carry this night with me for a few days after, that would remind me, probably somewhere over Nebraska, that I’d left something important behind in California.

Then he was in me, buried as deep as he could get, and yet his hands dug into my hips and he kept pulling me closer, like he could get deeper. I sighed when he pulled back and closed my eyes when he started thrusting again. The first few slides of his cock were gentle, allowing me time to acclimate to the shape of his cock inside me, to relax myself enough that I wouldn’t be hurt when he started fucking me in earnest.

His dick felt amazing, big enough for me to feel him for days and so fucking hot without the latex between us. If I were here more often, I’d be able to better get used to it, and he could fuck me more often if I were. As it was, the feeling of that first stretch was still burning deep in my core, even after I’d adjusted to the intrusion.

“I love your cock,” I rasped as he buried himself deep in a short, sharp thrust. Reese leaned forward and wrapped his arms around me and pulled me upright. He kept one arm around my chest, resting his hand on my shoulder as his hips snapped and his ragged breathing rushed past my ear.

His other arm looped around my stomach, his hand ignoring my dick, even as it bounced and leaked. I reached behind me and took hold of him in any way that I could. I wanted him closer. Deeper. Wanted more of him than he could give me in that moment. I wanted everything.

I turned my head to try and catch a glimpse of him over my shoulder and that’s when his mouth made contact with mine.The angle was imperfect, which made the kiss all the better for the way we had to work at it, for the effort we had to put into maintaining that connection as he battered my insides.

“Feels so good,” I said, drunk on lust. On him.

Reese’s only response was to kiss me again. Deeper. Slowing the pace he fucked me at so he could kiss me better. Harder.

I kissed him until the lack of oxygen made my head swim and when I pulled out of the kiss, Reese buried his mouth against my neck. He seemed to remember the time I said he couldn’t mark me where a suit couldn’t hide it because his mouth travelled away from my neck to my shoulder.