Page 14 of The Year of Us: November

Cory reached between us and made a much kinder fist around my cock, stroking me in time with the thrusts of his hips until I was on the brink of collapse.

“I’m going to come.”

“Are you?” The tease was loud and clear in his voice.

“Please.”

“Hmn?”

“I need to come, Sir,” I pleaded, fisting the sheets to stop myself from knocking his hand out of the way and taking over. “Please let me come.”

Cory hummed, smiling now against my temple.

“Thankful you learned how to do what you were told,” he said. “Come, darling. Come all over my hand and milk my own orgasm right out of?—”

He didn’t even have to finish because all of it happened at once.

I came with a shout, spurting all across his knuckles. My muscles spasmed and tightened, clamping down so hard on his cock he cursed under his breath and then went still above me. One hot pulse after another and Cory spilled his release inside of me until we were nothing more than a tangled, trembling, and sweaty mess.

“I’m thankful you’re a beast in the sack,” I said after finding words again.

He laughed at that, easing out of me with a wince before flopping onto his back beside me. He covered his eyes with his forearm, and I rolled over, taking his hand and kissing the place where the ring met his skin. Cory’s palms were smooth save for callouses from holding pens and pencils for so many hours, and I kissed those too.

“I love when you do this,” I told him, sliding down his chest until his still thick and pulsing cock was only inches from my mouth.

“Do what?”

“Keep your clothes on,” I said.

“Hmn. Why’s that?”

“It makes me feel…” I trailed off, the words a little jumbled in my mind still. “It makes me aware of the differences between us.”

His mouth tipped into a tired smile. “And what are the differences?”

“Well, I spend much more time on my knees now than you do,” I reminded him.

“I was just on my knees on the patio.”

“You know what I mean.”

Cory slid his hand down and curled his fingers around the base of his cock, pointing it toward my mouth.

“Do you mean it makes you feel more submissive when you’re the only one naked?” he asked.

I nodded and opened my mouth for him.

“You may be naked,” he said quietly, sliding past my teeth. “But I’m fucking bare, Reese.”

I sealed my lips around his shaft and hollowed my cheeks, sucking him lazily until he was hard and leaking again. I took him as deep into my mouth as I could manage, groaning when the tip of him grazed the back of my throat.

“Definitely thankful for that,” he said, threading his fingers into my hair and holding me down between his legs. He wasn’t hard enough for me to choke on him, but it wouldn’t be long until he was fully erect again.

I hummed, and his fingers tightened, pulling me off of him.

It was impossible to not smirk, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand.

“Easy,” he warned.

“And here I was about to say I’m thankful you have the stamina of a teenager.”

“The stamina isn’t an issue.” Cory let go of my hair and folded his hands on his stomach. “The issue is the sweet potato pie. You’re gonna have to let dinner settle before we go for another round.”

I laughed, climbing off the bed and taking the final drops of champagne from his empty glass. Even if I didn’t like the idea, it was probably a good call.

“Fine,” I agreed. “But in the meantime, maybe you can take me over your lap and give me some new bruises.”

Cory sat up in a flash, those sapphire eyes of his bright as I’d ever seen them. He crooked a finger and beckoned me toward him, but I took one step backward and another, and another. Then he was up from the bed, approaching me, chasing me down. He caught up to me in the kitchen, arms around my midsection until he dragged me to a stop in the front of the sink. I turned in his arms and grabbed his face, an uncommon display of dominance from me as I crashed our mouths together and kissed him hard.

“New bruises,” he muttered against my mouth, sinking his teeth into my lower lip. “Coming right up.”