Page 6 of The Year of Us: May

“Yes,” I said, nodding. “You can make me come.”

Cory closed the space between us and went down to his knees with all the graceful fluidity of a dancer. He curled his fingers around my hips and nuzzled his cheek across my length, smearing my arousal beneath his eye before bringing my shaft to his lips.

“Is this okay?” he asked, flexing his fingers around my hips.

“Yes.” I threaded my fingers through his hair and groaned when he sealed his lips around the tip of my dick.

“Is this okay?” I asked, gently pulling at his hair. “Can I touch you like this?”

He pulled back enough to answer, “You can touch me however you want, Reese.” And then he was back between my legs, my entire shaft sucked down into the hot cavern of his mouth.

Cory’s blowjob skills were as effective as every other skill the man possessed, and I wondered for the first time if I had a competence kink or what, because he sucked my dick like it was his job, and it wasn’t more than five minutes before my jetlagged body was hurtling toward completion. When I was ready to warn him of my end, he pulled back with a wet pop, his mouth swollen with saliva and his pupils so shot it was nearly impossible to see the blue of his eyes.

“Don’t stop now,” I begged.

I demanded.

“What if I wanted you to come inside of me instead?” he asked, wiping the corner of his mouth with the side of his thumb. “Doesn’t that sound like a better way to spend your load?”

“I won’t last.”

“You don’t need to.” Cory pushed to standing with the same grace and ease he’d gone to his knees. “Would you get on your back for me, Reese? Would you lie down on my bed and let me ride you until you come?”

The undertone of submission was still there in every question he asked, but the words were now coated with the hint of dominance I’d come to expect—and enjoy—from him.

“Where’s your lube?” I asked.

“Nightstand. I’ll get it. You…”

He trailed off, and I walked backward until my knees hit the edge of his bed. I crawled backward on it until my head hit the pillow, and I waited for Cory to get the lube from the side table.

“Will you watch?” he asked me next, picking up the silk ties as he made his way between my legs.

“Get yourself ready,” I said.

He dropped the ties onto my stomach, the long ends of them fluttering against my sticky and overly sensitive cock. I glanced down at them, my attention shattered when he groaned. The bed didn’t creak—probably too expensive for that—but I watched with rapt pleasure as Cory eased down onto his own hand, fucking himself with two fingers to get himself prepared for my dick.

“That’s enough,” I told him, smiling as he re-situated himself over top of my thighs. His hand was wet enough to slick my dick, his fingers pushing me closer to the already too close edge. He flicked the ties out of the way and sank down onto my length with one easy slide of his body.

“God,” I groaned, throwing my head back and grabbing his waist as he seated himself fully. “You’re perfect.”

Cory hummed, circling his hips before starting to move.

I opened my eyes in time to see him pick up the ties to drag the soft silk across my stomach and down my forearms toward my wrists. They were less threatening now that I remembered how our bodies worked together…our minds.

“Reese.”

My name left his mouth in a sharp exhale of breath. He’d started to move on top of me, slow and long thrusts to ride me where he pulled almost all the way off before sinking back down to the hilt.

“Yes.”

“Check in with me,” he whispered, looping the silk around my right wrist. Not in a knot, but just as a test, it felt like.

“You feel so fucking good.”

“You feel so fucking good too,” he said, fingers covering the silk on my wrist. “Can I come, Reese? Will you help me come?”

“Fuck yes,” I groaned, reaching for him.