10. Reese
The shower had been warm and easy, with soft kisses and soapy hands. My fingers wrapped around our cocks, not with any intent beyond enjoying the way they felt pressed together against my palm. I loved the way Cory was shorter than me, smaller in every way, loved how small he made me feel without even trying. It was beyond late by the time we finished in the bathroom, exhaustion catching up with me as soon as we both collapsed naked back onto my bed.
“Can I stay the night?” he asked, dragging his nose up the side of my neck and kissing my earlobe.
“You better.”
He hummed thoughtfully and brought the sheets up to our waists, then slipped his arm around me and pulled our bodies together. He was still warm from the sex, warm from the shower, and I was burning hot for the way he set every single nerve in my body on fire.
“How long are you in town for?” I asked.
“I’m done with work as of when I met you for dinner.” He kissed the back of my neck, pushing my hair out of the way. “My flight home is Sunday morning. I have to be in the office for a meeting on Monday.”
“I work tomorrow,” I said with a yawn.
“Saturday?”
I nodded.
“What time tomorrow?” he asked.
“Seven.”
“Do you have plans during the day?”
I rolled onto back, and Cory nestled against my side, turning his attention toward my nipples, which were immediately hard under his touch. I closed my eyes and groaned, not sure I had another round in me, but not strong enough to tell him to stop.
“Do you remember last month?” he asked me casually, like he was talking about the weather, “When you fell asleep with your cock in my mouth?”
“Yeah.”
“I’ve jerked off thinking about that,” he said, hand sliding lower until his fingers curled around my flaccid cock. “I’d never done that before you.”
“I take it you liked it,” I said, gasping at his touch.
“I like every single thing we’ve done together,” he said softly. “I really liked you coming inside of me tonight.”
I chuckled, finally relaxing under his touch. “I’m going to think about that one all month.”
Pausing, I swallowed back my nerves. “Are you back in April?”
“Yes,” he answered.
“It feels like a long time.”
“Yes, but worth the wait,” he said. His fingers were so soft and tender around my cock I could have wept over it. “What about tomorrow? What about the rest of my time here?”
“I want to call out of work and stay in bed and fuck you all weekend,” I admitted.
“What if I want to fuck you?”
“We can flip,” I said. “I like when you…”
Cory hummed again, and I wanted to know what he was thinking about every time he made those small and quiet noises. He was so introspective, but so forward at the same time. Admittedly, the man was brilliant on top of handsome, quick-witted and sharp-tongued. A threat in every sense of the word. The only saving grace was that he lived across the country and couldn’t drive me mad every day of the week.
“Don’t stop now, Reese.”
“I didn’t hate when you spanked me.”
That earned a laugh that vibrated right out of his mouth and into my bones. I smiled, even though it took all the energy I had left.
“There’s no harm in it.”
“No,” I rasped. “I imagine not.”
He gave the barest squeeze to my tired cock. “Why does it scare you so badly?”
Any other time, the question would have had me backtracking into another zip code, but his body was perfect and his hand was so warm, and my defenses were crumbling.
“It’s a huge part of who I am,” I answered honestly. “If that’s not who I am, then…”
“Then you’re still Reese Rollins. Still a bartender with the most comfortable apartment I’ve ever seen. Still the best kisser I’ve ever kissed, the best…” Cory trailed off, bringing my mouth to his and sealing our lips together. He kissed me softly, with no sense of urgency or concern, no ticking clock, no deadline to be met.
“The best what?” I murmured.
Cory smiled against my mouth. “Best fuck.”
Something about his confession hurt me more than his hands or a toy ever could. I fought back a grimace, trying to focus on the way his mouth made me feel like flying.
“Being a dominant is the least obvious thing about you,” Cory said.
“It’s the most obvious thing about you,” I said back.
“Debatable, maybe.” He kissed his way down my jaw, back to my neck, up to the sensitive spot behind my ear. My cock twitched in his hand and I closed my eyes again.
“I want to see you in action.”
“Hmn?”
“I know you treat me different when you turn it on,” he whispered, “because you’re trying to prove a point. I want to see you in your element. Want to know why this means so damn much to you.”
“Are you seriously asking me to be with another man?”
“No.” He nipped my earlobe. “I’m asking you to dominate another man. And I’m asking you to let me watch.”
Does Cory get to watch when April rolls around?