4. Reese
CHAPTER 4
Reese
“I thought I was getting a quiet night in,” I rasped, the soft silk dancing across the gooseflesh on the back of my neck.
“I can be quiet,” Cory teased, bringing out mouths close enough for a kiss but not connecting.
It was a test, I realized.
With a gulp, I bracketed my hands against his hips and licked my lips. My throat was drier than the Sahara and my tongue stuck to the roof of my mouth. This was basically what we’d been building up to, wasn’t it? From the very first night we met. Cory was a dominant man, and I didn’t know if he’d clocked me as the same, but either way, he’d spent five long months wearing me down…
No.
That wasn’t right.
He hadn’t worn me down. He hadn’t teased or pushed me into anything I didn’t subconsciously want. At least, nothing I didn’t want with him. It was easy to submit to Cory, but it was near impossible to reconcile that with my perception of myself. I’d never thought so much of my self-worth was tied up in identifying as a dominant man, a Dominant in general, but as Cory picked and pulled me apart, I had finally started to realize it.
“If it’s too soon—” he started, tone laced with apology.
“It’s not that,” I said quickly, clearing my throat. “It’s not that. You’ve already taken me over your lap and spanked me until I was ready to burst. It’s not…it’s not too soon.”
“It’s just a lot,” he whispered, and I nodded my agreement.
“What if we go to bed then?” His hands skated over my shoulders and down my chest, the black silk ties still wound around his fingers. “We get you out of these clothes and I lay you down on the bed, Reese. I finally get my hands and mouth on the skin I haven’t been able to stop dreaming of, and then we’ll see what happens?”
“I can do that,” I agreed.
“So, tell me your limits.”
My mind was a blank slate.
“Come on, Reese.”
Cory stepped back, taking his hands with him. I stepped toward him and he took another step back, and before I knew it we were walking down a short hallway and had come to stop in a bedroom bigger than my apartment. The room was narrow but long, more exposed wood and a simple king size bed with white sheets ticked against a stark white wall. The other end of the room had floor-to-ceiling windows that looked out at the city, but we were high enough nobody could see inside.
“Just…ask first,” I managed.
“I can do that.” Cory reached past me and tossed the ties onto the bed. “Can I take off my clothes?”
“You don’t have to ask me about that.”
“Can I take off my clothes, Reese?” he asked again.
I blinked hard because he sounded so soft and submissive. My brain tilted onto a new edge, another sliver of unfamiliar territory.
“Yes.”
He was efficient, naked before I’d even had a chance to force myself to swallow, and he was hard. Cory moved to touch himself, then stopped, letting his hands fall open at his sides.
“Can I take off your clothes, Reese?” he asked.
Whatever this new game was, it was going to break my fucking brain. When all was said and done, Cory was going to send me home to Los Angeles nothing more than a shell of the man I thought I’d been when I left.
“Yes.”
He made quick work of my clothes, not stopping to let his fingers or his eyes linger anywhere for longer than a second. He was almost clinical with his precision, stripping me bare in more ways than one and then we stood in front of each other, naked in every way that counted.
“I want to suck your cock, Reese.” He said my name like an honorific and precum pulsed out of my slit. “Can I get on my knees for you and make you come?”
Nothing in the world sounded better than sinking into the wet heat of his throat again after so much time had passed.
“Yes,” I said, nodding. “You can make me come.”
Cory closed the space between us and went down to his knees with all the graceful fluidity of a dancer. He curled his fingers around my hips and nuzzled his cheek across my length, smearing my arousal beneath his eye before bringing my shaft to his lips.
“Is this okay?” he asked, flexing his fingers around my hips.
“Yes.” I threaded my fingers through his hair and groaned when he sealed his lips around the tip of my dick.
“Is this okay?” I asked, gently pulling at his hair. “Can I touch you like this?”
He pulled back enough to answer, “You can touch me however you want, Reese.” And then he was back between my legs, my entire shaft sucked down into the hot cavern of his mouth.
Cory’s blowjob skills were as effective as every other skill the man possessed, and I wondered for the first time if I had a competence kink or what, because he sucked my dick like it was his job, and it wasn’t more than five minutes before my jetlagged body was hurtling toward completion. When I was ready to warn him of my end, he pulled back with a wet pop, his mouth swollen with saliva and his pupils so shot it was nearly impossible to see the blue of his eyes.
“Don’t stop now,” I begged.
I demanded.
“What if I wanted you to come inside of me instead?” he asked, wiping the corner of his mouth with the side of his thumb. “Doesn’t that sound like a better way to spend your load?”
“I won’t last.”
“You don’t need to.” Cory pushed to standing with the same grace and ease he’d gone to his knees. “Would you get on your back for me, Reese? Would you lie down on my bed and let me ride you until you come?”
The undertone of submission was still there in every question he asked, but the words were now coated with the hint of dominance I’d come to expect—and enjoy—from him.
“Where’s your lube?” I asked.
“Nightstand. I’ll get it. You…”
He trailed off, and I walked backward until my knees hit the edge of his bed. I crawled backward on it until my head hit the pillow, and I waited for Cory to get the lube from the side table.
“Will you watch?” he asked me next, picking up the silk ties as he made his way between my legs.
“Get yourself ready,” I said.
He dropped the ties onto my stomach, the long ends of them fluttering against my sticky and overly sensitive cock. I glanced down at them, my attention shattered when he groaned. The bed didn’t creak—probably too expensive for that—but I watched with rapt pleasure as Cory eased down onto his own hand, fucking himself with two fingers to get himself prepared for my dick.
“That’s enough,” I told him, smiling as he re-situated himself over top of my thighs. His hand was wet enough to slick my dick, his fingers pushing me closer to the already too close edge. He flicked the ties out of the way and sank down onto my length with one easy slide of his body.
“God,” I groaned, throwing my head back and grabbing his waist as he seated himself fully. “You’re perfect.”
Cory hummed, circling his hips before starting to move.
I opened my eyes in time to see him pick up the ties to drag the soft silk across my stomach and down my forearms toward my wrists. They were less threatening now that I remembered how our bodies worked together…our minds.
“Reese.”
My name left his mouth in a sharp exhale of breath. He’d started to move on top of me, slow and long thrusts to ride me where he pulled almost all the way off before sinking back down to the hilt.
“Yes.”
“Check in with me,” he whispered, looping the silk around my right wrist. Not in a knot, but just as a test, it felt like.
“You feel so fucking good.”
“You feel so fucking good too,” he said, fingers covering the silk on my wrist. “Can I come, Reese? Will you help me come?”
“Fuck yes,” I groaned, reaching for him.
“Can I…” he trailed off, somehow knotting the silk around my wrist, loose enough I could have gotten my hand out if I wanted, but not so loose it fell off if I moved. He tugged the loose ends of the silk and brought my hand to his dick.
It was almost a leash.
It was so close to a leash.
“Yes,” I consented.
Cory wrapped the tie around his hand until my knuckles bumped into his erection, I opened my hand and took him into a loose grip, and he started to ride me again, getting my fist around his cock and my cock up his ass. Sweat beaded in the center of his chest, and I held him tighter, enjoying the way his shaft pulsed against my palm.
The bondage was long forgotten, and I imagined that was the point.
The only thing that mattered was him.
Was me.
Was us…together.