8. Cory
CHAPTER 8
Cory
I’d never considered cock warming to be among my kinks, but as Reese nodded off, I could suddenly understand the appeal of staying here, sheltered between his thighs, his cock more soft than hard against my tongue.
Despite my strange and sudden urge to remain nestled between his thighs, I crawled up the bed and wrapped myself around him. I took stock of my body. My ass was well used on the inside and still warm and tingly on the outside. I wasn’t a switch because I didn’t have it in me to play the part of the submissive. But that didn’t mean I didn’t appreciate a man who knew how to use his hands the way Reese did.
I watched him sleep for a few minutes, enjoying the way he looked when he was relaxed, when there were no thoughts churning around in his head about what was going on between us and what it meant. Then, because I’d stayed up half the night before Reese’s arrival, and had been fucked thoroughly after, it wasn’t long before I dropped off to sleep too.
It was hours later when I woke. The late afternoon sun was slamming into the thick curtains, trying to break through with limited success. It made the room all soft and glowy and perfect. In my arms, Reese stirred and tried to wriggle free.
“Stay,” I told him. He was warm next to me, and soft. His body relaxed from sleep, a match for me and my own heavy limbs.
“I have to piss,” Reese said, and I let him go.
“Hurry back.” I stretched while I listened to him in the bathroom. Theoretically, we had the rest of today and the night before I was due to fly back to New York, but I doubted that I’d get him to agree to stay that long. Part of me was surprised to find him still in my arms when I woke up. I was still half asleep when the bed dipped. Reese didn’t move to curl up in my arms again, so I edged closer and draped myself over him.
“You’re an octopus. Has anyone ever told you that?”
“Mmhm.” I nuzzled against him, sleepy, but also horny now. On another morning, I’d ask him to fuck me while I was still half awake and loose limbed from sleep. This morning, however, I’d promised to look after him.
I started by kissing my way down his body. Down the slant of his collarbone to the hollow at the base of his throat. Down his sternum to where it gave way to the soft tissue of his abdomen. I slung my legs over his, straddling him as I kissed further down, tickling the hair around his navel when I exhaled. I watched the muscles in his stomach jump as my mouth moved lower.
When I kissed the crease of his thigh, Reese let out an impatient breath. “You’re a tease.”
“Don’t act like you mind.” I kissed him again, softer, because when I loved how hard my gentleness made him. I loved that his cock was rigid and weeping precum, standing straight up against his stomach, twitching every time I kissed him.
“Cory—” Reese said my name, and nothing else. Maybe he thought better of it. Maybe he didn’t want to be caught begging. I wouldn’t make him beg. Today.
Today I planned to stay true to my word to look after him.
Sliding my hands under his thighs, I rolled him up so his ass was off the bed before he could protest the sudden change in positions. And then I put my mouth on him. I pressed my open mouth against his taint before dragging it upward, sticking my tongue out far enough to tantalize him.
Reese practically choked when I slid my mouth lower and slicked my tongue over his hole. I looked up at him as I licked a trail all the way back up to the tip of his cock.
“Fuuuck.” He dragged the word out on a sigh, like it was him giving up, deciding that it was too much trouble to fight me, especially when I had my tongue in his ass. He had to know what was coming, but I pressed the pad of my finger against his hole and paused, then asked anyway.
“Are you going to let me fuck your hungry little hole, Reese?”
Reese’s chest rose and fell twice in rapid succession before he answered. “Cory.”
He said my name like a curse, like it was the ghost that haunted him. “You’d better.”
“Can you reach the supplies?”
Reese opened his eyes and half rolled over to get the condoms and lube. He tossed them down to me, then relaxed again, splaying his arms out to the sides like he was an offering.
I ate him like he was. Licking and spearing his hole with my tongue, humming my pleasure against his skin until he was sweating and writhing, fucking himself against my face. I ate him until he was loose and open, until I could slide two fingers in him easily.
“I bet I could get my whole hand in you,” I told him as I pulled my fingers free. His body spasmed at my words, but so did his cock. “I’d make it so good for you.”
I tore a condom open and rolled it down my cock as I spoke. “I’d get you so wet and loose. I’d open you up bit by bit, starting with my tongue.”
Reese didn’t respond. His eyes moved behind their lids and I smoothed a hand down his chest to soothe him. “Don’t overthink it, Reese.”
I slicked my dick with lube and sank deep inside him in one thrust.