Page 8 of The Year of Us: October

Reese

I tried to keep one eye on Morgan and the other on Cory for the rest of the night, but the bar was so unbelievably busy it was near impossible.

Morgan kept popping into my peripheral vision, her dress obscenely short and bustle-y all at the same time.

Cory spent most of his night at the end of the bar, nursing his way through a single drink, and I tried not to think about the reason for that.

If I got too distracted by what I knew was coming, I’d mis-pour or misjudge. I needed to stay focused.

Morgan and Cory had taken an Uber to the bar, so at the end of my shift, I dropped her off at home, then drove Cory and me back up to his house.

The ride was mostly silent, but far from uncomfortable.

My nerves were seconds from getting the better of me, but when I walked into the house and saw a black cape slung across the back of the couch, I couldn’t stop myself from letting out a laugh.

“What’s funny?” he asked, rubbing his finger against the bottom edge of the mask.

“You didn’t wear the cape?”

He shook his head. “Too hot.”

“That’s disappointing.”

“Is it?” Cory brushed past me, snatching the cape off the back of the couch and making a show of dramatically fastening it around his throat. “Is this better?”

I growled, closing the space between us. “The cape was the hottest part.”

I grabbed Cory’s face and crashed our mouths together, licking past his lips with all the fervor my crush on the phantom required of me. He let the cape fall out of his hands so he could slide them around my waist, pressing our bodies together and swirling his tongue with mine.

“I’ll extend the rental” he murmured, pulling back and popping the mask off his face. A line of white latex looped up his face, and I traced my fingers over the shape. “You have a date with my fist, darling.”

I exhaled heavily, fear boiling in my veins.

“Go get comfortable on the bed. I’m going to wash this off my face,” he said, turning me toward the bedroom and giving me a push.

It wasn’t anywhere near a shove, more an encouragement and a reminder that I was walking into something both of us wanted.

I’d wanted Cory from the first night I saw him, and even when things between us had developed into something bigger than I’d imagined, I fought through the fear to get him.

To keep him, and this was the same. Not that he would leave me if I didn’t let him fist me. He would never.

Just…

A different kind of trust.

In the bathroom, the water turned on, and I cast aside my dog ears then stripped out of my clothes before my fingers forgot how to work.

I sat on the edge of the bed, more stressed than I’d ever been, but the view of the city outside the window helped settle my nerves while I waited for Cory to come back.

He showed up behind me, one knee sinking into the mattress, then another, and then his arms wrapped around my neck, and he kissed the very sensitive spot beneath my ear. I shivered, covering his hands with mine.

“This doesn’t have to be anything more than it is, Reese. I can still worship your body whether I put my whole hand into you or not. I can still make you come better than anyone ever has.

“Or will,” I murmured.

“Damn right.” Cory pulled me toward the headboard, laid my head against the pillows and climbed on top of me. He was already hard, and so was I, and when he slid down my front and settled himself between my legs, I only got harder.

He pushed my legs up until my knees bent, then he kissed the inside of my left thigh, down, down, down, until his breath ghosted over my hole.

“So tight,” he murmured, setting my feet down flat onto the bed. “Touch yourself, Reese.”

I cradled my cock and balls in my hand, lifting them up and out of his way. The touch was almost grounding, the only thing that stopped me from flying off the bed when Cory’s tongue swirled around my asshole.

“Fuck,” he muttered, spearing me open with a sharp thrust. “You taste so fucking good.”

He didn’t say much after that, and neither did I, at least not until he added a finger, and I immediately begged him for another.

Cory laughed against me, taking his time with the first finger, drawing it all the way out of me before sliding it back in.

True to his word, he’d eaten my ass so thoroughly before even bothering with his fingers he hadn’t needed lube.

When it was time for another finger, he used it anyway, the cool squirt of wetness a sharp contrast to the heat of his mouth.

Two fingers, and then three, and I had already broken out in a sweat, thrashing beneath him while wanting more and less at the same time.

“Make room for me,” he whispered, reaching for my hands and guiding them to my thighs. I spread myself open for him, held my legs apart, and stared down my heaving chest at the determined look on his face as he tried to get a fourth finger into me.

“It’s a lot,” I groaned, almost an apology.

“But you’ll bear it for me, won’t you?”

It might as well have been a statement, a key to unlocking the final bands of tension that had wrapped around my body.

We’d been at this for so long I’d lost track of time, reduced to nothing more than precum and need as his pinky forced its way into my body, up to the widest stretch of his knuckles.

I cried out, clamping down so hard onto his hand he cursed under his breath and eased out almost all the way.

“Do you want this, Reese?”

I was crying, I realized. Snotty. Spitty.

“Yes, Sir, but…”

Cory glanced up at me and put his mouth back between my legs, tongue fucking my gape until the muscles relaxed back to normal and it hurt to have his tongue inside of me again.

“But what?” he asked, dragging his teeth over my rim.

It was embarrassing, the thing I needed in order to have the thing I wanted.

“Help me,” I whispered.

“Help you how, darling?” He stroked his sticky hands up and down the length of my thighs, from the backs of my knees to my balls, always touching, always moving. Like a fast-spreading fire.

“My body, it…” I groaned, covering my face with my hands.

“Reese.”

“Tie me up,” I blurted. “Tie me up so I can’t fight it.”

The look that crossed Cory’s face was positively primal. He cocked his head to the side and exhaled so low it sounded like a growl. I’d never seen him so possessed.

“Are you certain?”

“Please,” I begged, screwing my eyes closed. “I want this so much. I want it, Cory. I fucking want it.”

He palmed my asshole, and I flexed the muscle so he could feel me try to open for him, so he understood how serious I was.

“Don’t move,” he warned, climbing off the bed and disappearing into the closet.

The two of us had a different life before the other.

Play used to look a lot different for me and for him, and I knew between the two of us we needed to have something that would work to get me over the finish line.

I expected cuffs, but Cory came back with rope and made quick work of binding my right wrist to my right ankle, left to left.

“Is this okay?” he asked, running his fingers over the places where the rope met my skin.

“It’s perfect.”

It was so perfect, I could have cried…

I already was crying.

I was sobbing, and he licked the tears from my face, smeared them across my mouth with his tongue, then he tied my limbs to hidden bolts in the headboard. It was like the worst kind of yoga position, spread out and vulnerable.

Exposed.

Cory set a pair of safety scissors onto the pillow beside my face.

“Say the word and it’s done, Reese.”

“I love you.”

Cory cursed again, returning to his place between my legs to start to torture over again. First his mouth, then one finger, then another, then a third, a fourth. Again he got to that broad stretch of his knuckles and my body fought him for the rest.

“Bear down,” he coaxed, taking my cock into his other hand and stroking it with a loose grip from root to tip. “Let me in, Reese. Let me in.”

My joints ached and the bed frame creaked. My legs fought to straighten, my arms to rip the headboard out of the wall. Cory cradled my dick in his palm and barely touched me, leaning down and spitting on my shaft to make it wetter.

“Does it make you feel better to fight the things you need?” he asked, twisting his hand.

He was so close to breaching me fully, and I shouted his name so loud my voice cracked.

“I’m not scared of it, Reese. I’ll fight you back.

I’m not scared of the work it takes to be the kind of man you deserve. ”

A strangled cry ripped out of somewhere very deep inside of me, and then like a puzzle piece fitting into place, Cory’s entire hand was inside of me. Up to the wrist, an inch up his forearm, another, until I screamed his name, and he eased back.

“God, Reese.” Cory kissed my cock, slid down and kissed the place his hand disappeared into my body. “I love you. I love you. I love you. I wish you could…”

He trailed off, moving his hand in and out of me slowly, slowly, slowly. Never up too far, never past the knuckles, the way it felt to have such a big piece of him inside me was almost enough to make me black out.

“Fuck, darling. I’m so hard for you.”

“Show me,” I rasped, clenching down around his wrist.

“Okay,” he said gently, adding more lube before easing his hand out of me. The emptiness was shocking, and when I whined over the absence, he was quick to swallow my protest with a kiss. Quick to replace his hand with his cock, and when my muscles tightened down around him, it was over.