Page 5 of The Year of Us: September

Cory

By the time Reese’s brain caught up with his body, I had two fingers buried in his ass. He was face down on the bed, and I’d woken up wrapped around him. Reese let out a sleepy, sexy moan as I gently worked my fingers deeper, making sure to stretch him enough so I wouldn’t hurt him.

“Good morning, darling.” I brushed the hair off his face and warmed at the way he leaned into my touch a little. Instead of actual words, Reese mumbled incoherently and pressed back, taking my fingers deeper.

“Is there something you want?”

He managed to pry an eye open, and he glanced at me before closing it again. “Need you.”

His voice was scratchy from sleep, and it was the sexiest thing I’d ever heard.

Gently, I pulled my fingers from his ass and moved into position, straddling him and lining my cock up with his hole.

“I love you,” I told him as I slid inside, feeling his muscles give around me, inviting me inside.

“I love how easy you are in the mornings. How loose you get for me.”

I sank all the way home, burying myself up to my balls. I leaned forward pressing myself against Reese’s back. I left an open mouth kiss to the back of his neck and breathed in the scent of him.

Reese mumbled something, and I kissed him again as I flexed my hips, driving into him, pulling a moan out of him that was low and deep and vibrated through me.

Reaching for his hand, I threaded our fingers together, but it was Reese who squeezed them tight, like he wanted to know he could keep me there, that I wouldn’t get away.

“I love the way you feel on my cock, Reese. You’re such a good little slut for me. So soft for me.”

Reese huffed. “Not soft.” He punctuated his point by moving his hips and fucking the mattress.

“Someone’s feeling sassy.” Mouthing the shell of his ear, I dragged my tongue over it.

I found the sensitive spot below his ear and teased it with my tongue.

And the whole time I did this, I gently rocked into him.

His body kept chasing me, trying to entice me to fuck him harder, and finally he whined my name.

“Cory, please.”

“Well, okay, but only because you asked so nicely.”

Reese released me from the death grip he had on my hand, and I sat up. Putting my hands on his shoulders, I pinned him to the bed then slammed into him, hard and deep and unforgiving. He moaned so loud that eventually he turned his face, burying the rest of the sound in his pillow.

Grabbing him by the hair, I yanked his head back and another sound came out of him. A sharp gasp of surprise followed by a whimper. His ass hugged my cock, gripping it tight. I wasn’t going to last much longer.

“Those are my sounds, darling, and I get to hear them. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Sir.” Reese still sounded half asleep, but he said the words like they were the best things he was going to say all day.

I set a punishing pace, driving into him over and over until Reese was properly moaning and whimpering. I kept my hand in his hair but had stopped pulling so tight.

“If you want to come,” I said, snapping my hips, forcing another sound out of him. “You have to do it before me, or I’ll make you wait.”

His answering moan seemed a little more distressed than usual, and the fact was that unless Reese could come on demand, he never stood a chance. It took a few more thrusts and suddenly I was thrusting with no rhythm, filling his ass with my cum.

I collapsed on top of him, boneless and breathing heavily. A wicked, mean, awful idea brewed in my head, but I knew that the plug we normally used had been left behind at the house.

“Reese, darling, do you have any toys here? I’d love to plug you today. Keep you wet and messy for me.”

Reese groaned in defeat. “Under the bed, there’s a small duffel bag.”

I kissed his cheek then carefully climbed off him, easing out. “Don’t move, love.”

I dropped to my knees and flipped the covers out of the way and, sure enough, there were things under the bed, mostly storage bins, a pair of socks of questionable cleanliness, and a small black duffel bag.

“This is heavier than it looks,” I said as I tugged it out.

I sat on the bed next to Reese and opened the bag. “You were holding out on me.” I examined the contents. Dildos of various sizes and shapes. A sleek case that could only contain sounds. Cuffs. And, of course, plugs of various sizes.

“Are these clean and ready for use?” I asked him, knowing what the answer would be, but I wanted to double-check to be sure.

“Mmhm,” Reese answered.

“Because you were such a good boy, you can pick. Small, medium, or large. But remember, the larger you go, the bigger your reward will be.”

“You’re a cruel man.”

“What’s it going to be?”

He was quiet for a moment, and then he answered, his voice soft and sure. “I’d like you to decide, Sir.”

Fuck, what a rush that was. Back when we first started this, I never expected to hear those words out of his mouth.

He was dominant and had only ever played that way.

I’d never force Reese to use the honorific, preferring instead to earn it.

Things always meant more when you earned them.

And with that in mind, I chose the largest plug.