Page 8 of The Year of Us: May
“Good boy. You’re doing so well. This is new for you, I know.” I wriggled lower and slotted myself between Reese’s legs. He spread them for me, opening himself up to me. Offering himself to me. His vulnerability was on display, and it shone out of his eyes. I almost couldn’t bear to look at him, he was so beautiful.
I dragged my gaze away from him and followed the inside of his thigh with my mouth. I kissed the crease of his thigh where it met his groin. My hands swept over his skin, committing every slope of muscle and hair follicle to memory.
Reese’s cock was getting hard again. It lay thick against his thigh, and I traced my lips over it, sliding them down the shaft. I buried my nose in the short thatch of pubes at the base and breathed him in.
“Can I put your cock in my mouth, Reese?”
His eyes flashed. His nostrils flared and his voice was quiet, barely above a whisper. Like he couldn’t believe what was happening.
“Please.” Reese said, granting me permission while he begged for it to happen. He knew the position I’d put him in. The role he was playing wasn’t the one he was used to and instead of feeling duped because of the way I’d gone about it, he seemed to sink into the moment.
Reese just might fucking trust me, I realized as I dragged my gaze away from his and mouthed the shaft of his cock. My insides wobbled at the revelation that Reese was giving me this part of him that he hadn’t given anyone yet. That maybe he hadn’t ever realized was in him to give.
I gripped Reese’s hips and that’s all the warning I gave him before I took his cock down my throat in one smooth motion. It tasted vaguely like lube, but I was beyond caring. It was Reese and it was perfect. I swallowed around him, tears springing to my eyes for that reason, among others.
I gagged on his cock and pulled off, sucking in a deep breath. Reese twitched under my grasp, trying to thrust even though there was nothing to thrust into.
“Cory—”
My name on his lips was the best sound I would ever hear.
“Cory, please.”
“What do you need?” I bit off the urge to call him love and I didn’t bother asking myself why that particular endearment would come to mind.
“Please. Fuck me.”
Reese didn’t have to ask me twice. I shuffled up the bed, positioning his legs over my shoulders, rolling his ass up off the bed to give me a good angle. I grabbed the lube and slicked my cock, then my fingers.
“I can’t wait to be inside you again.” Slowly, I slid my fingers into his hole, stretching him open, getting him ready for me. “You’ve been so good for me, so patient.”
An audible breath puffed out of him. “The patience isn’t endless.”
I grinned at him then. “I know the feeling.”
Pulling my fingers out of him, I moved my cock into position and with a hand on each of his hips, I pulled him down onto my cock. Reese tugged at the bonds, then threw his head back. His Adams apple protruded, and I bent forward pushing his legs apart to grant me access. I put my mouth on it his Adam’s apple and the moan he let out reverberated through me.
I’d already come, but I’d been apart from Reese for too long. Four weeks now felt like four years. Another release was quickly building, prompting me to slant my mouth over his and silence all the stupid things I wanted to say to him. I called him a good boy while I fucked him as hard and deep as I could get. I was a sweaty mess and Reese was no better.
“Come for me, Reese. Can you do that?” I was out of my mind with the need to come again. I felt it barreling down on me like an approaching storm. The hair on my arms stood on end and I felt almost giddy. Light-headed. And then Reese’s ass tightened on my cock, and I shattered.
When I came back to myself, Reese was again covered in cum. His, this time. Sweat had plastered his hair to his forehead. Leaning forward, I brushed my lips against his, then reached up and pulled at the binds, releasing him.
Taking one hand at a time, I stayed inside him as I massaged his hands, his wrists. His arms. He lay under me, legs flopped out to the side, wide open. Softening dick lying against his thigh, looking as exhausted as the rest of him.
Once I deemed his arms and hands sufficiently cared for, I gave in to the temptation of kissing him again before pulling away. “Don’t move. I’ll be right back.”
“I couldn’t move if you paid me.” Reese grinned at me. He looked loose and sated and so fucking perfect in my bed that it was hard to keep myself from inventing ways to keep him there forever.
CHAPTER6
Reese
Cory returned sometime later,and the sight of him sitting down on the edge of the bed with a wooden serving tray in his hands was almost too much for me to handle. The man had brewed me a pot of tea and carried it to me on a platter like a servant, complete with a porcelain bowl of sugar.
“You don’t need to pull out all the stops,” I told him, tongue still thick in my mouth. “I’m already a sure thing.”
Cory shot me a scathing look, setting the tray down on the bed beside my ribcage. I scooted up against the headboard so I was upright, the sheet tangled around my calves. There was no point trying to cover myself where he was concerned. He already saw all the way through me.