Chapter 2
Reese
Cory slid his cock into my mouth and electricity raced up my spine.
We’d talked about this role play in a hypothetical sense earlier in the month, testing out the honorific when I’d been smarting off to him over text message.
When we realized we both wanted to explore it more, ideas began to hatch, and conversations took place, all of which led us to Cory’s office, his cock shoved into my mouth.
It was far from the first time I’d sucked him off at work, though we mostly favored keeping me tucked awkwardly under his desk.
This was the first time we’d put a game around a whole thing, and the indecency of the plot had my own cock leaking like a faucet in my pants.
I reached between my legs and palmed my erection, groaning as Cory thrust slow and deep toward my throat.
“This is better than money,” he rasped, tangling his fingers into my hair and holding me still, sliding deeper until I choked. “I’d give it all up for this throat.”
I moaned around him, pulling down my zipper and curling sweaty fingers around my cock.
Stroking slowly from root to tip, I tried to relax to let him as deep into me as he wanted to go, but it was too much.
I gagged around Cory’s length, tears streaking down my face.
Every inch he pushed into my mouth cut off my ability to breathe freely, and my eyes rolled back as he grew thicker against the roof of my mouth.
I tapped his thigh, and he was quick to pull up, the dark want in his eyes fucking intoxicating. Swiping spit from my mouth with the back of my hand, I blinked up at him.
“I’m doing this because I love my boyfriend, Mr. Callahan. I want him to have everything he wants in this world.”
Cory scratched the edge of his nose with his thumb, fisting his other hand around the base of his cock and pointing his slick and shiny tip right at my face.
“Your boyfriend wants to come on your face,” he said, voice rough.
“Please, Mr. Callahan,” was the only thing I managed to say before thick ropes of cum shot out of his cock and streaked across my face. I closed my eyes just in time, the hot spray painting across my lids and my lashes, the rest splattering down my cheek and over my swollen lips.
“Reese,” he moaned my name, pressing his dick against my cheek and smearing his cum across my face. “Mr. Rollins…No. Fuck.”
His cock dragged over my mouth, down my chin toward my throat, making even more of a mess of me than his orgasm already had.
“Hmn?”
“Mr. Callahan,” he murmured the honorific back at me as an endearment and I found myself reduced to sugar in a bowl of water.
I licked my lips, catching the taste of him before he cleaned me up entirely. “Your name then?”
“Yes.”
It wasn’t a question, and it wasn’t a debate. Of course I would take Cory’s last name. Maybe that had always been in the cards for me, but if not, I didn’t want to know. Nothing had felt more right than the wet heat of his cum on my face and a shared last name on my tongue.
“I like it,” I agreed, giving my dick a slow stroke.
My arousal had settled enough to be manageable after Cory shot his load all over my face, but the pleasure was still there, pressing at the edges and begging to be released.
Cupping my flushed face in his hands, Cory kissed the mess off my skin, using his lips and his tongue to catch his cum before spearing his way into my mouth and giving as much of it back as I could swallow.
“Come for me,” he whispered against my lips, and I stroked faster while he kissed me.
He had kept his cock out after getting off and I reached blindly forward, wanting to touch him there while I touched myself. My fingers connected with his cock, and he shuddered, groaning deep into my mouth and that was all I needed.
I came with a muffled grunt, cum spurting over my fingers and down my shaft. Cory’s fingers dug into my head and my moans turned to whimpers, my whimpers to sighs.
“You’ve made quite a mess of yourself, Mr. Callahan,” he murmured, finally breaking the kiss and letting me breathe. We both looked down at my cum covered hand, my shirt and jeans also causalities of my orgasm.
“Appears that way,” I said.
Cory made a very thoughtful noise in the back of his throat before lifting my hand and kissing the underside of my engagement band.
He made quick work of licking my cum off my palm and from between my fingers, then put my hand on his half-hard cock.
As much as I would have loved to stroke him to hardness again and then beg him to fuck me, he had meetings later in the day and I had a lunch date with Morgan that she would kill me if I missed.
With a very unhappy groan, I tucked him back into his pants, then leaned back in the chair while he did the same to me.
His touch lingered much longer than it had to, and I knew that was by design.
If Cory could have his way, he would keep me in a near constant state of arousal at all times, ready to burst for him and him alone.
“This was a delightful visit,” he said, helping me to my feet.
I swayed before finding my footing, then I pressed my finger against the underside of his chin and tipped his head up closer to mine.
Cory was so broad in personality and strong in the way he carried himself, I sometimes forgot he was so much shorter than me, so much smaller. He smiled up at me, though, like I’d hung him the moon and puckered his lips for a kiss, which I delivered without protest.
“I hope you find it in your heart to take pity on me and take on the project,” I said, tying up the loose ends of our little role play.
“You really want your boyfriend to have it all, don’t you?”
“Fiancé,” I corrected. “And yes. I want him to have everything.”