Page 7 of The Year of Us: September

Cory

The most gorgeous sight in the world was Reese when he was suffering for me.

All the way back to the house, he shifted in his seat.

Clenched and unclenched his fists. Breathed deep.

By the time we arrived, bags of clothes, pictures, and sex toys in hand, Reese had a sheen of sweat on his forehead and the jittery body language of a man out of his mind with desperation.

Making him unlock the door, I stood patiently by while he fumbled with the keys. Eventually he got the key into the lock, and he practically fell through the door into the house.

“Please, Cory. Fuck.” Reese braced himself against the wall, his chest heaving.

Walking in the front door, I kicked it shut behind me and dropped the bags on the floor. “I don’t know,” I told him, closing the distance between us. I smoothed my hand down his back, relishing the way he arched into my touch. “I kind of like you like this.”

I leaned in closer, my lips grazing the shell of his ear. “You’re so slutty for me, aren’t you, darling?”

“Cory.” My name whined out of him, the desperation amping up a notch.

Laughing softly, I slipped in behind him, my erection slotting nicely against the curve of his ass.

Reese moaned, long and loud, as I ground my dick against his ass.

Reaching around the front of him, I undid his pants and shoved them down, making sure his briefs went with them.

He didn’t move a muscle. He stood there, palms against the wall, head bowed low, chest heaving.

“Good boy,” I praised him. Stepping back, I slid my hand over his ass and, just because I could, I spread his cheeks with one hand and struck the base of the plug with the other.

“Ungh,” Reese cried out, his hips starting to rock as he searched in vain for friction.

Keeping one hand on his lower back, I pulled at the base of the plug, gently working his hole with it.

Pulling it almost out, and then letting it get sucked back in.

Reese had surrendered to me. His head hung low, and he made no move to stifle any of his sounds.

His hair was sweaty now, making it curl at the ends a little.

He was easily the most gorgeous man on the planet. ..and he was all mine.

Reese sighed audibly when I finally pulled the plug free and tossed it aside, not really caring where it landed.

I lined up behind him and fumbled with the fly of my pants.

I barely got my dick out before sliding into Reese.

He was lubed and loose from the plug, and when I sank into him, he cried out and arched his back.

“That’s right. So tight for me. So perfect for me.”

He whimpered; the familiar sound would never cease to fire me up.

I loved the way every scrap of surrender I earned from him felt like pure power.

He was only like this for me. I was the only person in the world who got to see this side of him.

It wasn’t a wonder I’d been so willing to move across the country for him.

There wasn’t a timeline where I’d ever get enough of him.

Taking a hold of his hips, I drove into him.

After a few hard thrusts, I paused and tore his shirt off him, then got rid of my own.

Leaning forward, I let my chest rest against his back, and I mouthed wet kisses across his skin.

He was still bracing himself against the wall and was doing so well to stand there and take what I gave him.

“Do you need to come, darling?” I asked, sliding my hands around the front of him, feeling the soft skin where his legs met his torso. I traced my fingers down those creases, and he shivered against me.

“Please, please. Let me come. I need it. Please, Sir.”

It was that final word, that word I’d fought so hard to earn. It was a role I took seriously, one that I’d never stop working to deserve.

I took him in hand and smeared his precum down his shaft. Every touch drew a new sound out of Reese, and I knew it wouldn’t be long before he blew his load. I whispered to him, sweet nothings, dirty suggestions, words of praise, and in a matter of less than half a minute, his whole body tensed up.

Cupping my other hand in front of his cock, I gathered the cum in the palm of my hand as best I could.

Reese started to lean forward, but I let go of his cock and pulled him back, and then I brought my other hand to his mouth.

Reese buried his face in my cupped hand, licking and slurping and tracing my fingers with his tongue.

When it was all gone, I stuck three fingers into his mouth, gripped his hips, and fucked him as hard as I could.

Reese keened, his body shuddering with aftershocks from the orgasm.

My own release was building. Bearing down on me like a three-hundred ton freight train.

After the third time Reese gagged on my fingers, I pulled them out of his mouth and cradled his neck in my hand instead.

The moan that tore out of him vibrated through his body, and mine, and I came so fucking hard that I thought I might have died for a moment.

The world went white, like it vanished, and then it came back all at once.

Bright and blinding, and so fucking good.

My hips had a mind of their own, and they fucked Reese without rhythm until I’d given him everything I had.

Gently, I eased out of him and stood there, using him to hold me up as I waited for the world to stop spinning.

“Welcome home, Reese.”