4. Cory
CHAPTER 4
Cory
I wondered if he thought it was some sort of trick, the way I fell to my knees so easily for him, hands behind my head as though I’d surrendered. Surrender wasn’t what went through my head when I did these things. Nor were they any type of ruse or deceit. In the moment, they were what felt right. They were things he needed from me. If not control, he needed the option.
He looked down at me, exhaustion etched into his features. I wanted to smooth it away. Reese had likely been tangled up in himself before he met me, but I’ll admit that I was pleased to know it was me who so thoroughly upended him. It was me who kicked a door open inside of him that he couldn’t get to close again.
It made things even between us. In Reese, there was something I craved. Something I couldn’t name, but had to have. It wasn’t as easy as winning his submission. I didn’t want him to bend to me so readily. Reese would always have that glimmer of dominance in him and I didn’t want to snuff it out.
“Limits.” His voice was thick with lust and fatigue. Anticipation and maybe a hint of dread, like he expected the tables to be turned on him at any moment.
Opening my eyes, I looked up at him and watched the contours of his mouth when I spoke. The tightness of his lips increased with every word. “Condoms. No marks that a suit can’t conceal. And you let me look after you when we’re done.”
Unease flickered in his eyes. His grip loosened, only momentarily. “Aftercare is your limit?”
My gaze was unmovable. “Yes.”
The only sign that Reese agreed to my limits was the rasp of his zipper as he dragged it down to free his cock. It was leaking when he pulled it out, and though I wanted to drink in the sight of it, I kept my stare turned up, pinned to his face.
“Good boy,” I told him as he closed his fist around the base of his dick and aimed it at my face. His jaw twitched as though he hated hearing that. Or hated that he loved it. I’d ask about that later, but for now, I parted my lips, stuck out my tongue, and waited for him to decide what he wanted from my mouth.
He dragged the head of his cock across my tongue. Back and forth, bathing it with the tang of his precum before sliding it deeper. I closed my eyes, both for his benefit and for mine. His face already lived in my dreams, both waking and sleeping. If I haunted him, he enchanted me. I couldn’t look at him without being filled with wonder, and sometimes I thought my eyes gave me away.
I wasn’t lying when I told him how empty he’d left me feeling. Now that I had him again, my hole throbbed in anticipation. My cock had gone granite hard in my pants the moment he knocked on my door. I didn’t know if he’d come, but I’d hoped.
Reese worked his cock to the back of my throat. He placed a hand over mine, where they were still laced together at the back of my head and he held me against him until oxygen ran out and I gagged around him, my body desperate for air.
He pulled back, let his cock slide all the way out of my mouth as I gasped. My throat was on fire as he plunged back into my mouth. And I welcomed him. I opened for him and allowed him to take what he needed.
He fucked my face like a man possessed. Like he could fuck me out of his system. Like, somehow, me gagging on his cock was the key to rediscovering himself. He fucked me like he’d expected answers and only got more questions.
By the time he stopped, my cheeks burned from the constant stretch, and I was harder than I could ever remember being. A rough grip under my arms pulled me to my feet and then his mouth descended upon mine. If he couldn’t fuck me out of his system, he’d try other ways to purge me. But it only made me want to burrow deeper.
My shoulders protested the movement when I released my hands from their position behind my head and wrapped my arms around Reese’s neck, drawing myself closer. He’d started the kiss, initiated it, but I’d overtaken it now. I made him chase the taste of himself on my tongue.
With one arm still slung around his shoulders to keep him close, I reached down with the other and pulled my cock free of my pajama pants. Reese’s breath caught as I moved closer again, grinding our bare cocks against each other. I wanted to throw him down on the bed and fuck him until my hole hurt. I wanted him to bend me over the mattress and fuck me until he couldn’t breathe through the thick blanket of lust that wrapped around us whenever we were near one another.
“Tell me, Reese,” I said as I undulated my hips, grinding against him. He shoved at his pants, pushing them down and out of the way to give us more skin on skin contact. We had matching greed where the other was concerned because, even now, I wanted more. “Tell me what you’d have done differently if I were submissive.”
Reese stopped breathing, then his hips jerked, and he fucked his shaft against mine. I paused and worked up a mouthful of saliva. I pulled back only far enough to allow me to spit on our cocks. It landed perfectly in the crevice created where they lay nestled against each other. I wrapped a hand around us both and did my best to spread the spit and the precum to smooth the way.
“Tell me.” I said again. “Would you have ordered me to my knees? Would you have fucked my face? What would be so different about the things we did, had I been submissive, Reese? What makes it so different from what we did?”
Reese whimpered. Lost. Unable to answer, he clung to me.
Leaning close, I put my lips to his ear. My arms were around his waist now, cupping his ass to hold him tight against me while he writhed, frustrated mentally and sexually, not in equal parts, but like they were on opposite sides of a seesaw.
“Do you want to know, Reese?”
Reese answered with a growl, low and throaty. “Tell me.”
“Intent,” I whispered in his ear. “I kneel comfortably because I don’t intend to submit.”
“Shut up.” The first time he said it, it came without heat. Then he said it again, this time with more venom in his voice. “Shut up.”
He slammed his mouth down over mine and kissed me so hard I thought my mouth would be one giant bruise when he was done. He spun me around and whipped my pants down to my ankles. Placing a hand between my shoulder blades, he pressed me down until I was folded in half. I braced myself on the mattress.
The room went deathly still. For several thudding heartbeats, nothing in the air stirred. And then the stillness gave way to motion. Something sliced through the air. The whoosh of a hand splitting the atoms around it before coming into sharp contact with one side of my ass.
“God, I’ve wanted to do that since I first saw you.”
I looked back at him over my shoulder and shot him a cheeky grin. “What took you so long to do it?”
Reese didn’t let my smirk affect him. Much. He brought his hand down on the other side and I let out a moan. Fuck, it had been forever since a man wanted to smack my ass. Sure, I could get a submissive to do it. They’d do anything to please me, but it was hard to find someone who found real pleasure for themselves while doing it.
Reese glowed with the pleasure.
“Do it again,” I told him. “Do it, but remember, I’m going to give it back to you.”
I thought he might stop, pull up his pants and walk away. He was so still for so long as his silent war raged on in his head.
He squeezed the cheek of my ass before pulling his hand back and the air crackled when it made contact.
“Again. Do it again.”