7. Reese
CHAPTER 7
Reese
I wanted to lift him up, press his back against the wet tile, and bury myself inside of him again. I wanted to take him bare, fill his body with my cum so bruises weren’t the only souvenir I sent him home with. Instead, I let him walk me under the spray and lick his way into my mouth with an insistent tongue. Circling one of my arms around his waist, I held him up while he kissed me, shivering when he reached between our bodies and dragged his fingers across the top of my already sensitive cock.
“Is it my turn to steer?” he whispered against the corner of my mouth, smiling against my lower lip.
“Within reason.”
“I’ll stop when you tell me,” he promised, tightening his hand around my shaft. “I haven’t forgotten.”
I made an indecipherable noise in the back of my throat and Cory pressed his lips against my shoulder, no longer rising to his toes to reach my mouth.
“I thought you wanted aftercare,” I said.
“I said I want to take care of you ,” he corrected.
“Is this what—” I trailed off, the tight squeeze of his hand choking the words out of me. “Is that what this is?”
“No,” he said softly, nipping at my collarbone. “This is me making you come.”
I bent my knees and crashed our mouths together, desperate to taste the man who knew how to push the buttons I didn’t even know I had. Cory was competent and quick, wringing another orgasm out of me like I wasn’t anything more than an over-wet towel. I came all over his fingers with a strangled cry, my knees shaking a little more than felt fair considering I was already in the middle of an existential crisis.
“A good start for my favorite boy,” he murmured, reaching behind him to turn off the shower. He wrapped a towel around my waist, then one around his, and ushered me back to the bed.
He wanted to go again—and so did I—but as soon as my head hit the pillow, my eyes closed and refused to open. I reached for him blindly, patting the sheets until I found his thigh. I heard his towel hit the floor and the bed depressed beside me, then he was over me and on me, face buried in the crook of my neck.
“I’m so tired,” I admitted, skating my hands up the length of his ribcage. “I haven’t slept.”
“You should have come over after work,” he said. “We could have been done and asleep by now.”
I huffed, angling my neck so he could reach the sensitive spot beneath my ear. He kissed me there, his teeth cool against my skin as his lips gave way to something more biting.
“My mistake,” I conceded.
“Will you see me again next month?”
I blinked my eyes open, even if it was only halfway. Cory hovered above me, hair dripping, eyes as bright and tempting as they always were.
“I want to.”
“That’s enough for me. That’s all we need, isn’t it, Reese?”
“Is wanting enough?” I asked, not sure if it was.
“For now.” Cory pressed his palm against the underside of my chin and tipped my head back so he could seal his mouth around my Adam’s apple and suck. “Can I mark you here?”
“Yes,” I rasped.
And he did, sucking a chain of bruises onto my throat before working his way downward. He took one nipple into his mouth, then the other, and I was still beyond fucking tired, but I was also so fucking hard for him.
“Do you have one more in you before I lose you tonight?” he asked, breath hot against the hair below my navel.
“I don’t know.” I reached down and threaded my fingers through his hair, which earned me a groan. “Not if you’re still counting on any sort of aftercare at the end of it.”
“Maybe the aftercare is you staying here with me for a night. Maybe it’s something I’ll give you when you wake up.”
I licked my lips, letting my eyes fall closed again. When I didn’t argue, Cory slid further down my body until his mouth was alongside my cock. He didn’t take me into his mouth right away, instead he dragged his lips and his tongue up the length of my over-sensitive shaft. He sucked a finger into his mouth and reached behind my balls to tease my asshole, and I hated how much I loved being on my back for him.
I knew that bottoming didn’t have anything to do with dominance, but the control just oozed out of his pores whether he intended it or not. Cory must be a force of nature at work, because if I found it hard to say no to him, how must a weaker man feel? That thought led me down an unwelcome rabbit hole of jealousy and comparison, knowing there had to be a thousand men between here and New York who were better suited for him.
As if he could hear all the intrusive thoughts and wanted to drive them away, he took my cock into his mouth and swallowed me down to the back of his throat. Cory didn’t move quickly, which would have felt like pins and needles for how sensitive I was. Instead, he held me in his mouth and hollowed his cheeks, swirling spit around me and simply letting my shaft take up space against his tongue.
“Fuck, your mouth feels so good.” I carded my fingers through his hair, and he leaned his weight against my thigh, settling in.
He hummed around my dick, taking it out of his mouth long enough to ask, “Can I come for you again, Reese?”
“Yes.”
He took me quickly back into his mouth, then the bed began to shake as he stroked himself off. His moans and whines reverberated through my whole body, and as another orgasm crested through him, my balls emptied whatever was left inside of them onto the back of his tongue. My grip on his hair was punishing, but he refused to let me pull him off, and I fell asleep like that, with my cock in his throat and his body warm and in control between my legs.