9. Reese
CHAPTER 9
Reese
It was impossible to argue with the man when he was balls deep inside of me, so I let my still sleepy eyes fall closed as Cory sank into me. He made it so easy to forget the kind of man I’d always wanted to be, because when I was with him, I didn’t need to be anyone other than who I really was. Everything with Cory felt like a threat and sounded like a promise, and as he slammed our bodies together in the early morning light of his airport hotel room, I found myself hard pressed to tell the difference.
“You made me so hard last night when you spanked me,” he said, using his shoulders to spread my legs apart.
His spit trickled down my balls, and I wanted to cover my face and hide from him.
“I love everything we do together.”
Of course he did because it cost him nothing.
“Is this how you aftercare all your submissives?” I asked, each word punctuated with a sharp breath driven out of me by the force of his thrusts.
He blew out an amused breath, corner of his mouth angling into half a grin before pleasure swept across his features and his eyes rolled back.
“I didn’t think you were a submissive,” he said after recovering the ability to speak.
Cory was cocky, but he was small. I hooked my legs around his waist and flipped us so he was flat on his back and I was in a straddle over his lap. I sank down fully around his cock, working myself up and down his length until his thighs began to quake beneath me.
“I’m not,” I said.
He nodded, folding his hands together behind his head like the unspoken command to not touch was a given—and like it was simple. Trying to ignore the quiet release etched around the corners of Cory’s mouth, I moved on top of him the way I liked best, with short grinds of my hips that brought our bodies unbearably close together.
I’d seen Cory twice in as many months, but the man had given me more orgasms than my last six partners combined, and that was saying something. It killed me that he was based an entire country away from me, but it was also a blessing. If Cory was near, if he was accessible, the mental crisis I found myself in when we were in the same space would have hit me so much harder than it had.
It was bad enough to jerk off alone in the shower thinking about the way his voice sounded like a purr every time he called me a good boy, and worse still for how hard the praise continued to make me. He’d told me that he planned for his work to bring him to LA more frequently, which I wanted, but we were going to come to an impasse sooner or later.
There were only so many ways two dominant men could fuck before someone had to submit…and I knew, at the end of the day, it was going to be me.
“Fuck,” I cursed under my breath, squinting hard and curling my fingers around my shaft. I was achingly erect, but so sore from use the night before. I winced and let my shaft bounce against my stomach, angling my body backward and bracing my hands on Cory’s thighs instead.
“Is it too much?” he asked, unfolding one of his arms from behind his head and reaching for my dick.
“It’s sensitive.”
“You made me wait so long to come last night,” he whispered, sliding his finger over the sticky and swollen tip of my dick.
“It’s not my fault your sound so pretty when you beg.”
Cory hummed an amused sound before grabbing my erection in his hand. “So do you.”
He stroked me hard and fast, ignoring the way I grit my teeth and fucked him through the stimulation of his grip. We both knew all I had to say was stop and he would, but I had no intention of calling an end to things. Unfortunately, it didn’t take long for the friction of skin against skin to become too much for me. Heat pooled low in my belly and, at the same time, Cory’s hips lifted off the bed.
“Gonna come in you,” he murmured, licking his lips and baring his teeth in a defiant grimace. “Gonna come so fucking deep inside of this gorgeous, dominant ass.”
Fuck, I wished he could.
Wished there wasn’t a condom between us.
Wished I could feel the heat of his release paint the inside of my body like he?—
Fuck.
Cory grunted, grabbing my waist with his free hand and pulling me down onto his lap. His nipples pebbled on his chest like little beads, and then he went still enough for me to feel the thick pulse of his cock as he emptied into the stupid condom that kept our bodies separate. He threw his head back and stared up at the ceiling, panting as he caught his breath.
I went still above him, content to enjoy the presence of him inside of me.. After a beat, his hand started to move again, and I dug my nails into his thighs, moaning as he brought me closer to another orgasm.
“Cory,” I managed to whisper his name and nothing else before my release slammed into us both. Cum trickled over his fingers as I came, slicking down my shaft, and he kept stroking, smearing my spend into the burning hot length of my shaft.
“Reese,” he said my name back, fingers still dancing across my cock. “Now that we’ve got that out of the way…will you let me give you aftercare?”