Page 4 of The Year of Us: October

Reese

I trailed my hand down Cory’s stomach and wrapped my fingers around his still-caged cock. His body burned so warm, so flushed from the sex. I wanted to crawl inside of his chest sometimes and eat him from the inside out.

“Costume parties?” I asked, stroking him lazily. “Why?”

“Rapture is having one, and I thought it might be fun to go.”

I pressed my thumb against the slit of his cock, barely reachable for the hard plastic around it.

“I know last time we were there I said I was interested in fisting, but I’m not trying to be your hand puppet in public.”

He chuckled and buried his face against the center of my chest, flinging an arm over my waist and a leg over the top of my thigh. It made it hard to reach him, but he rutted against my side to make up for the lost friction.

“I wouldn’t take you out like that until you were well and properly broken in,” he teased.

I huffed out a laugh, pinching his ribs.

“But, in all seriousness, I work on Halloween.”

“Every year?”

“Every year.”

Cory rocked against my hip again. “Are you sure you want to keep this on until the morning.,” I asked him.

“Positive.” He groaned, like it was a lie.

“If you want to go to the party, though, I trust you.”

“I don’t want to go without you. If you’re working, then I’m drinking shitty whiskey all night.”

I yawned and stretched my legs. It was so late. So fucking late.

“Morgan normally comes and hangs out a bit,” I said. “I’m sure your partner in crime could keep you company if you really feel like it’s important to be out.”

“Any excuse to see you, darling.” Cory kissed my nipple, then untangled himself from my arms. “I need to piss.”

“Do you want me to unlock you?”

He flung his legs over the side of the bed and threw a glare at me over his shoulder. “I told you in the morning.”

I rolled onto my side so I could fully appreciate the view as Cory righted himself to standing and stretched his arms above his head.

“Turn around and let me see you.”

He folded his fingers together at the base of his skull and turned, giving me more than enough time to get a good look at him in all his naked glory. I slid across the bed and cupped his cock and balls into my palm, testing the weight of them in my hand.

“Do I pass muster?” he asked.

I scooted closer and folded myself in half and pressed a kiss against the leaking tip of his dick.

“If you don’t stop that, I’m going to piss into your mouth,” he warned.

I licked the salty wetness from the cage and threw myself back down onto the bed, pretending I didn’t notice how hard the threat made me.

“I don’t want to drink your piss,” I told him.

“That’s a clever clarifier.” He smirked at me, giving his balls a tug and groaning.

I ignored him, for multiple reasons. “Do you want to take a shower, so you don’t leak all of my cum out of your ass in the middle of the night?”

“Do you want to come?”

“Do I want to join you in the shower or…” I was already up, already following him into the bathroom.

He didn’t make a stop at the toilet, and a terrifying new kind of adrenaline burned through my body.

My fingers ached, vibrating like my bones were too big and too small at the same time.

Cory bent over, showing me the mess I’d made of his ass, then he turned on the shower and gestured for me to get under the spray.

I stepped into the shower, and Cory forced himself in behind me.

It was way bigger than the stall at my old apartment; there was no need for us to be so close, but Cory liked the proximity, and I didn’t hate it either.

Turning under the water, I used my fingers to brush my wet hair back from my face, all the while doing everything I could to avoid Cory’s penetrating stare.

“Tell me that you want it,” he said, sliding his hand up my chest until he reached my throat.

That adrenaline exploded inside of me, and I pressed my shoulders against the wall of the shower. Cory curled his fingers around my throat, giving me that same familiar smirk when he knew he was about to push a button I didn’t even know existed before he found it.

“I’ve never thought about it,” I admitted.

“You never thought about this.” He flexed his hand around my neck.

Reminded me of my collar.

Of my place.

“Yes.” I nodded, throat parched. “Okay. Yes.”

He took a step closer, notched one of his legs between mine so his caged dick was against the inside of my thigh. “Tell me you want it, Reese.”

“Please.”

He stretched his thumb up over my chin, dragged it across my lower lip and tugged until I bent down enough for him to kiss me.

He growled into my mouth, entire body tense, and then…

then there was no way I could mistake the heat of his piss running down the inside of my thigh for anything other than what it was.

I whimpered against his tongue, and Cory didn’t move until his stream finished.

He reached down with his free hand and gave a half-hearted slap to the inside of my thigh.

“You’re mine,” he said.

“Yes.”

He flexed his fingers against my leg, then crashed one more passionate kiss against my already swollen lips. He broke away when he was well and done, which was never enough for me, and I couldn’t help but find more amusement in the roundabout way we always ended up needing each other.

Finally, he reached for the soap, lathering his hands before washing every inch of my body except for the inside of my right leg. He sank down to the basin of the shower and licked me from my knee up to my balls.

“You’re so fucking hot,” I rasped, threading my fingers into his hair. My hips thrust forward on their own, my body tired from work but constantly chasing after the kind of pleasure only one man had ever been able to give me.