Page 9 of The Year of Us: October

Cory

Reese was hot and tight around me, in spite of the fact that I’d just had my whole hand up his ass.

The minute my cock entered him, he was done.

I’d watched him sob and beg as I worked him up to taking my fist and now I watched him shatter.

His breath stilled and his back arched, and he came untouched, his cock jerking as he painted his chest with cum.

“That’s it, sweetheart,” I said, leaning forward to kiss him. He tasted of the salt from his tears. Reese was a mess of tears and cum and desperation. Even now, as I thrust into him, driving myself as deep as I could go, he whimpered like it still wasn’t enough.

“You’re doing so well, darling,” I whispered against the corner of his mouth. “You’re so beautiful like this.”

The truth was that Reese had never felt more mine than he did tonight. Trussed up, spread open, stretched to his limit, tear-soaked, cum-covered. Perfect. I sat up, my hips still driving my cock into him. Smearing my hand down his chest, I gathered some of his cum on my fingers.

“Do you need more? Is that it?” I paused to slick my cock with his cum, soaking in the look on his face when he realized what I was doing. “Use your words, darling. Let me know if it’s too much.”

For me, there was no such thing as too much. I’d always want more from him. With him. For him.

“More.” Reese’s voice wasn’t the only thing about him that was ruined. His hair was wet and stuck to his forehead. His chest was slick with sweat and cum. His hole was soft, though, and welcoming as I slid a couple fingers in alongside my cock. Reese’s back arched and he let out a moan.

“Cory, please. Fuck. I need it. I need it.” He begged me in a raspy voice.

“What do you need? Tell me.” I kept a languid pace so I could memorize every inch of his insides as they stretched around the intrusion. If it were possible, I’d have been willing to stay like that forever.

“I need to touch you. Need you to fuck me. Please, Sir.”

He didn’t call me Sir often, and it wasn’t something I’d ever require from him.

It was an honorific that was freely given when he felt the safest to give it.

It never failed to make my heart stop when I heard him say it.

Immediately, I wanted to be feral with him, but first I had to gently remove my hand from his ass.

After which I made quick work of the rope, untying the knots.

Reese’s legs wrapped around my waist, and he pulled me closer.

He gripped my face in his hands and pulled me down to him.

His kiss was ferocious and needy all at once. And tense too, like there was still something he needed. Something he hadn’t asked for yet.

“Is this all you need, love?” I tortured him by slowing my pace, even as he tried to urge me faster and deeper using his legs to direct me.

Reese let out a frustrated sound. “I need to feel it for days. Feel you for days. I want… fuck me.”

I paused, going completely still. I kissed him softly between each word.

“Tell.” Kiss. “Me.” Kiss. “What.” Kiss. “You.” Kiss. “Need.” Kiss.

“Hard. I need it hard. Rough.”

“Turn over.” I directed as I slowly eased out of him, loving the way he whimpered.

The way his hole spasmed after, clenching around nothing.

His hole was shiny with lube and pinker than usual.

Used, but not abused. I was absurdly proud of him and how well he’d taken my fist. There had never been a more beautiful sight than Reese, vulnerable, held open, fighting to take my fist, desperate to please me.

“I fucking love you,” I told him because I couldn’t keep the words back even if I’d wanted to.

Reese whimpered again, like he’d wanted to respond with his own declaration but couldn’t form words at the moment.

As it was, with his wobbly limbs, he barely managed to turn over onto his hands and knees.

I knelt up behind him and used my hand to drive his chest into the mattress as I guided my cock back into him with the other.

I kept him pinned there like that, slamming into him as hard as I could manage and harder than I ever thought I’d be able to.

Eventually my hand found its way into his hair, and I grabbed a handful, pulling it tight, clenching it in my fist. My other handheld on to his hip as I fucked him, chasing him down into the mattress.

Reese was a mass of sweat and tears. A boneless heap beneath me, gulping air, half sobbing as he keened and moaned and begged. He was almost incoherent as I drilled into him.

“Tell me you’re close,” Reese whined, still somehow needy and frantic in spite of all I’d put his body through.

“I’m so close, darling.” It was the truth. I’d almost come a couple of times, but I’d held back, wanting to stretch this night out as long as possible. Wanting to wring every drop of pleasure from it that I could.

“Cory. Cory. Cory, Cory, please. Fuck. Fuuuck.” Reese writhed beneath me, probably coming again if the way his ass spasmed around my cock was any indication.

I stretched out over top of him, my body blanketing his the best it could.

I slowed my thrusts and tangled our fingers together, holding them too tight for comfort.

I’d eaten him, stretched him, fucked him with my fist, my cock, with all my strength, and now I wanted to finish with him being able to feel how precious he was to me.

My orgasm built slowly, like a storm rolling in off the horizon. I pressed open-mouthed kisses to Reese’s back as I came, my hips taking on a life of their own as I thrust into him in a rhythmless frenzy.

When I was finished, I slid out of him gently.

The pained noise he let escape was a knife in my heart.

I moved off of him, being extra careful not to jostle him.

Rolling onto my back, I pulled him into my arms, let him use my chest for a pillow, and stroked my fingers through his hair as he clung to me, his body still trembling and shaking.

It seemed like it took forever for him to calm down and when he finally did, I tilted his head up and made him look at me.

His eyes were glassy with more tears. Red-rimmed from crying. Reese was easily the most beautiful sight in that moment. Because he still looked at me with such fucking trust, such love, that I knew I wanted to never let him go. Reese was it for me. He was my end game. My future. My forever.

“Let me up so I can look after you, darling.” Not only did Reese deserve some hardcore pampering after all I’d put him through, taking care of him was one of my greatest pleasures. And a large part of me wanted to check him over. I needed to examine every inch of him to make sure I hadn’t hurt him.

Most of the time when Reese was sated, the fight went out of him, and he just let me take care of him.

He basked in the attention I gave him, from the gentle way I always cleaned him up, to the water I made him drink.

Sometimes I fed him by hand after. But I always kept him close.

Kept telling him how much I loved him. How good he was. How breathtaking.

“One more minute.” Reese clung to me, like he wasn’t yet willing to give up our physical connection, even if only for a short time so I could look after him.

“Okay, darling. One more minute.” Of course I’d give him another minute. I’d give him anything. But I heard that little noise he made, and I had to wonder if I’d given him too much.

Unaware of my inner turmoil, Reese smiled, kissed me, then snuggled back down.