CHAPTER 8
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. Hisgrip 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.”
