Chapter 8 Reese
Reese
On New Years Eve morning, Cory woke me up with hot kisses against the side of my neck.
I yawned and stretched my arm around him, shifting onto my back with the warm sheets tangled around my legs.
He notched himself into the space alongside my ribs, skating his hand over my bare stomach, smiling against my throat.
“There’s something I want to tell you,” he murmured.
“I’m listening.”
He dragged his nose up the line of my neck until his lips were against my ear. Another smile.
“We’re getting married in fifteen days.”
My heart skipped a few beats, and I tightened the arm I had around his shoulders. “Is that so?”
He hummed and nodded, nipping at my earlobe.
“Looks like it’s already shaping up to be my year then.” I rolled Cory onto his back and nestled myself between his spread legs, my cock held tight between his thighs. I thrust against him, and he clenched beneath me, giving me the friction I was after.
“Do you want me to tell you about it yet?” he asked.
I fucked into the crease of his thighs, but it wasn’t enough. I pulled out and slid up the length of his body a few inches, aligning our cocks and using my body weight to press them both into his stomach.
I’d thought about the answer to that question a lot since Cory proposed to me, and the answer was always a resounding no.
Not because I didn’t care about our wedding, but because I did.
The only thing that mattered was marrying Cory, and everything else around it was extra.
And whether I admitted it out loud or not, Cory was dominant to me, and I trusted him to take care of the details.
“If you want to tell me, then yes,” I said. “But I am also perfectly content to be surprised.”
“A surprise then.”
His breathing hitched, and I slid our cocks together again, debating the merits of reaching a hand between our bodies to put us both out of our misery.
“Are you sure you have to work tonight?”
“I make more money tonight than the whole month of January,” I reminded him.
“You don’t have to work at—”
I grabbed our dicks in my fist and stroked.
“I like my job,” I reminded him.
“You’re good…you’re so fucking good at it.” Cory arched off the bed, throwing back his head.
I licked a hot line up his throat and squeezed our shafts together harder, to the point of pain that propelled me headfirst toward what might be my last orgasm of the year.
“Are you going to come in?” I asked.
“Is that an invitation?”
Cory shifted his weight, and I helped him leverage me onto my back.
He straddled me, looking proud, then he batted my hand out of the way and took over stroking our dicks.
His grip and his pace was far more leisurely than the way I’d been handling things, and my earlier thoughts about an orgasm flew out the window.
“I meant to the bar.”
“I know what you meant.” He smirked at me. “I can’t imagine not kissing you at midnight, so I’ll be there. Probably not until close to midnight, but I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”
“Ringing in our first new year together.”
“First of many.”
I groaned, nodding.
“And then next year, it’ll be our first new year as husbands,” he said.
“First of many.” I said his line back to him and he smiled, slowly unfurling his fingers from our erections.
“Don’t stop now,” I begged.
He grinned, sliding backward down my legs until he was off the bed.
I propped myself up onto my elbows and watched him stand up and stretch, every slender and lithe angle of his body on display.
God, how did he get sexier every day? I was so fucking obsessed with this man of mine I didn’t know what to do with myself sometimes.
I flipped onto all fours and crawled toward the foot of the bed.
He took a step closer, bringing his cock almost level with my face.
Blinking up at him innocently, I moaned when he took himself in hand and tapped his entire length against my cheek, my eye, my forehead.
“Did you want to make me come?”
“Don’t ask,” I said.
Cory chewed his lower lip, a split second of indecision, and then he pushed the slippery head of his cock into my mouth. I stretched my jaw to make room for him, choking when he reached all the way into the back of my throat.
“Come for me like this,” he whispered, thrusting slowly in and out of my mouth. “Come with my cock in your throat.”
It was hard to get a handle on my shaft while I was on all fours with a mouthful of cock, but I managed it.
My orgasm was always close in the mornings, and this one was no exception.
The talk about getting married didn’t help matters at all.
I worried once we were legally wed, I’d become insufferable and insatiable for him.
My end was closer than his. I was familiar enough with his sounds and the movements of his body to be sure, and I blinked up at him, spit trailing down my chin.
“Ready?” he asked, tangling his fingers into my hair.
I nodded around him, and he thrust deep into my mouth. I sputtered and choked around the unexpected depth, the tug on my hair putting a painful crick into my neck, but it took enough pressure off the arm supporting my body that I was able to make myself come.
Cory’s cock was hot and thick in the back of my throat, and I cried out around his length as I came all over my fingers and my stomach.
He watched me with blown pupils and flared nostrils as my body spasmed through my release, and then he went still.
His lashes fluttered and a burst of cum shot right into my throat.
Another, and another. Cory came hard and not, and I stroked myself through the tail end of both of our pleasure until he pulled out of my throat with a gasp.
He let go of my hair and trailed his fingers down the side of my face before flopping onto the floor in the middle of our bedroom. Flat on his ass with his sticky cock soft between his thighs and a smile on his face.
“Was that good?” he asked.
“Was it good.” I collapsed half on the bed, forearm over my eyes. “Was it good.”
“It’s always good,” he answered his own question, closing the awkward space between us and brushing a gentle kiss across my lips. “Isn’t it?”
“Let that be the last one of the year,” I murmured, reaching up and sliding my hand around the back of his head to deepen the angled and half-upside down kiss.
Cory hummed against my mouth, nodding his agreement. “Until next year then, darling. Until next year.”