Page 5 of The Year of Us: May

Reese

“I thoughtI was getting a quiet night in,” I rasped, the soft silk dancing across the gooseflesh on the back of my neck.

“I can be quiet,” Cory teased, bringing out mouths close enough for a kiss but not connecting.

It was a test, I realized.

With a gulp, I bracketed my hands against his hips and licked my lips. My throat was drier than the Sahara and my tongue stuck to the roof of my mouth. This was basically what we’d been building up to, wasn’t it? From the very first night we met. Cory was a dominant man, and I didn’t know if he’d clocked me as the same, but either way, he’d spent five long months wearing me down…

No.

That wasn’t right.

He hadn’t worn me down. He hadn’t teased or pushed me into anything I didn’t subconsciously want. At least, nothing I didn’t want with him. It was easy to submit to Cory, but it was near impossible to reconcile that with my perception of myself. I’d never thought so much of my self-worth was tied up in identifying as a dominant man, a Dominant in general, but as Cory picked and pulled me apart, I had finally started to realize it.

“If it’s too soon—” he started, tone laced with apology.

“It’s not that,” I said quickly, clearing my throat. “It’s not that. You’ve already taken me over your lap and spanked me until I was ready to burst. It’s not…it’s not too soon.”

“It’s just a lot,” he whispered, and I nodded my agreement.

“What if we go to bed then?” His hands skated over my shoulders and down my chest, the black silk ties still wound around his fingers. “We get you out of these clothes and I lay you down on the bed, Reese. I finally get my hands and mouth on the skin I haven’t been able to stop dreaming of, and then we’ll see what happens?”

“I can do that,” I agreed.

“So, tell me your limits.”

My mind was a blank slate.

“Come on, Reese.”

Cory stepped back, taking his hands with him. I stepped toward him and he took another step back, and before I knew it we were walking down a short hallway and had come to stop in a bedroom bigger than my apartment. The room was narrow but long, more exposed wood and a simple king size bed with white sheets ticked against a stark white wall. The other end of the room had floor-to-ceiling windows that looked out at the city, but we were high enough nobody could see inside.

“Just…ask first,” I managed.

“I can do that.” Cory reached past me and tossed the ties onto the bed. “Can I take off my clothes?”

“You don’t have to ask me about that.”

“Can I take off my clothes, Reese?” he asked again.

I blinked hard because he sounded so soft and submissive. My brain tilted onto a new edge, another sliver of unfamiliar territory.

“Yes.”

He was efficient, naked before I’d even had a chance to force myself to swallow, and he was hard. Cory moved to touch himself, then stopped, letting his hands fall open at his sides.

“Can I take off your clothes, Reese?” he asked.

Whatever this new game was, it was going to break my fucking brain. When all was said and done, Cory was going to send me home to Los Angeles nothing more than a shell of the man I thought I’d been when I left.

“Yes.”

He made quick work of my clothes, not stopping to let his fingers or his eyes linger anywhere for longer than a second. He was almost clinical with his precision, stripping me bare in more ways than one and then we stood in front of each other, naked in every way that counted.

“I want to suck your cock, Reese.” He said my name like an honorific and precum pulsed out of my slit. “Can I get on my knees for you and make you come?”

Nothing in the world sounded better than sinking into the wet heat of his throat again after so much time had passed.