Chapter 2
Reese
Morgan was being evasive, which made planning Friendsgiving difficult. For years it had just been me and her, but Cory was part of the equation now, and even though he was only one person…it made things different.
Do you want sweet potato casserole again this year?
Or mashed?
If you don’t answer me, you get nothing.
Morgan
I’m busy with work and can’t think about potatoes right now.
That sounds like you’ve been body-snatched.
We’ll talk soon. I promise.
Sighing, I turned my phone upside down on the counter just before the front door opened and Cory got home from work.
He was more dressed up than usual, blazer slung over his arm and a tie half-undone around his throat.
He was always handsome, but something about seeing him in a tie really did it for me.
“Long day?” I asked.
He dropped his bag and blazer, glancing up at me with blazing blue eyes. “I could ask you the same.”
“Morgan is being weird.”
Something flashed across Cory’s face, but he cleared his throat before I could ask about it, reaching for the knot on his tie.
“Getting naked so soon?” I teased, coming around from the kitchen and meeting him in the living room. He let go of his tie and slipped his arms around my waist, sliding them beneath the waistband of my basketball shorts to grab fistfuls of my ass.
“I can’t keep my clothes on around you.”
“Maybe the tie,” I murmured, tipping my head back so he could have access to my throat. He kissed his way up the side of my neck and back of my ear. He loved that spot against the bone where the skin was thin, and I could feel the cool press of his teeth.
“Just the tie?”
“That would be weird.”
Cory walked me backward into the kitchen, and my shoulders bumped into the pantry. His mouth still worked wet swirls around my throat, but his hand left my ass and reached blindly around the counter to my right.
“Is there something you need?” I teased, smacking his forearm before returning it to my backside.
“Always you, darling.” He kissed the underside of my chin. “But I wouldn’t say no to a couple fingers of whiskey.”
“A couple fingers, you say?”
I pushed away from the counter and spun us so it was him against the pantry, and I made easy work of his belt and fly.
Beneath the soft wool trousers, Cory had on a pair of tighter than sin navy blue briefs.
The sight of his erection pressing against the fabric and leaving a wet spot was impossible to ignore.
I licked my lips and gave myself fifteen seconds to pour a tumbler of whiskey and slide it into his hand before sinking to my knees.
Taking his pants and briefs with me, I buried my face against his cock and balls, making a mess of him with my tongue and my mouth until he grew impatient and made a warning sound in the back of his throat.
“Settle down and drink your whiskey.” I looked up at him with my jaw slack and a brow raised. “Sir.”
Cory dragged his tongue across the front of his teeth and sipped his drink, and I sucked his balls into my mouth.
“Look at you,” he murmured, lifting his cock and dropping it down onto my face. Precum smeared my eyelid, and I stroked a hand over my own quickly thickening shaft while I lapped at his balls. Cory took another drink, grunting as he swallowed when I moved from his sac to the underside of his shaft.
I closed my eyes, kissing his shaft until I got the tip of him into my mouth.
He tasted a little musky, like soap and sweat, and I chased the taste of him right into the back of my throat.
Cory made a pleased sound, bucking against my mouth and getting himself the rest of the way into my mouth with a practiced ease.
“Don’t come,” he warned, each syllable choked off, and I didn’t know if he was talking to himself or to me. “I want you to fuck me when you’re done sucking me off.”
I groaned, hollowing my cheeks and putting a dedicated effort into the latter so I could get to the former.
Even back when I had leaned more into my dominant tendencies, I’d always been vers.
With Cory, I indulged it more often than not, but he’d really given me an appreciation for bottoming that I’d never had before him.
Topping him was a reminder of the person I used to be…
or maybe not that, but a reminder of parts of myself that I didn’t spend as much time with anymore.
There were no regrets to be had, though.
My life with Cory was exciting and fulfilling.
It was more than I’d ever thought possible for me, and sinking into the submissive parts of myself with him felt as right as crawling into a comfortable bed at the end of a long day.
Cory wasn’t my past, but he was my present and my future, and every day when he got home from work or on the weekends when I came home late after a shift and saw him half-asleep on the couch waiting for me, I found myself reminded of it.
“Mmmn,” Cory hummed and smacked his lips.
The sound of glass and marble as he set his drink on the counter, then the cool press of his thumbs against my cheeks as he took hold of my face.
“You don’t even cry anymore,” he said, tracing the curve of my cheekbones.
He fucked my mouth, holding my stare the entire time, and then the telltale stillness of his body and a welcome burst of salt on the back of my tongue.
I gagged as he shot into my throat, working my muscles to swallow his cum.
I didn’t blink, didn’t look away. I kept my eyes on him the whole time, and the sight of him up there in awe of me was more likely to make me cry than my hardly existent gag reflex.
Slowly, he pulled back, a trail of spit connecting his dick to my mouth, and I grinned up at him, sinking down lower onto my heels.
“There’s lube in the bedroom,” I said, pushing back up to a standing position and taking his hand. “I still owe you two fingers and a good fuck.”