Page 15 of The Year of Us: September
He gave a quick shake of his head to clear it, then halfway rolled his eyes at me.
“My perfect boyfriend.” He pressed his hand against my chest. “My perfect submissive. Always so level-headed.”
There was a time I would have argued the point with him, but I didn’t need to identify as a submissive to behissubmissive. Nothing about me had changed except the way I fucked. I wasthe same man on the inside as I’d always been. It was just…Cory. Cory and me.
“Do you want me to make you come here or in the car?” he asked, hand already sliding down toward my waistband.
“Make us both come,” I said, tugging his hand back up, licking him from the heel of his hand to the tips of his fingers.
His eyes did finally roll back then, his left hand working awkwardly at our belts and our flies while I sucked his fingers into my mouth to moisten them up. When both of our cocks were free, he tore himself out of my grasp and reached down to fist both of our dicks in his hand.
The pleasure was fierce and immediate, both of us shuddering from how good it felt to be pressed together there. Cory swayed toward me, our noses bumping and our mouths so close to a kiss. He stroked and stroked, and it was hard to keep my eyes open, but I loved the look of him, trembling and coming apart with me.
“I can’t last,” he said quietly, the words jagged and forced, and then it was over for him. The hot spray of his cum smeared around his fingers and all around my shaft. The change in texture and temperature was damning, the sight of his face in the middle of his orgasm catastrophic.
My body added my own cum to the mix, shooting out of me with such force I had no choice but to seal our mouths together so his tongue could muffle my sounds. Cory moaned, grabbing the back of my head with his free hand and kissing me so hard that his tongue found every sigh of pleasure I’d not given up to him on my own. He stroked us through the end of our orgasms, past the stage of my hips bucking lazily against his body, not sure if I wanted more or less, and then when it was too much for either of us, he brought his hand back to my mouth.
I licked him again from the heel of his hand to the tips of his fingers, and he joined me on the other side. Both of us swirledour tongues, chasing after the taste of each other in every way we could find it, and when I was on the verge of getting hard again, I reluctantly shoved him away.
Cory eyed me like I was prey, but he tucked his cock back into his pants and I did the same.
“Is it ever going to stop?” he asked, tugging my harness to the side so it was centered again. I hated the shirt between my skin and the leather, but going bare with it in public was something I wasn’t quite ready for. It was obvious enough with our mannerisms that Cory was the dominant one between us, but still…
“Is what going to stop?”
“The way I want you.”
I hummed, taking his face into my hands and kissing him again. “I hope not.”
“Let’s go home, Reese,” he said, taking my hand and leading me toward the parking lot. “Tomorrow, before work, I want you to have Morgan come help you unpack. Then when you get home, I want to make a list of all the depraved things we’re going to do together between now and Christmas.”
Heat burned hot at the base of my spine and as I followed Cory toward the car, I couldn’t be sure if I wanted make the nice list…or the naughty one.