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.”
CHAPTER 9
Cory
To sayI was eager to get downtown to see Reese would’ve been an understatement. But I had hours yet before showing up would be acceptable because once I got there, I wasn’t leaving without him. To kill time, I’d gone over the details of the wedding. It was small by design. Just Reese and me with Morgan and a friend acting as witnesses. I’d double and triple-checked with him that there wasn’t any long-lost relative that he wanted to invite. Lord knows that Reese was my only family now. And before him there’d been… well… no one.
The number I called rang through and suddenly Kale’s face swam into view. There was a crowd of people around him, all familiar faces.
“Happy New Year, you abandoner.” Kale grinned even as Boston told him to shut up and be nice. “You’re just in time.”
Kale was happier than I could remember seeing him. I couldn’t tell where they were because he didn’t have the steadiest of hands at the moment, but my guess was the farm. It was where they went when they wanted to get away as a group. It was also where Boston liked to spend the bulk of his time.
“Ten!” Kale shouted and I winced at the volume, but a glance at the time reminded me that it was already midnight in New York.
“Nine! Eight! Seven! Six!” The countdown continued and I watched from my living room in Los Angeles as Kale panned the camera through the crowd so everyone could wave at me or raise their glass.
It wasn’t lost on me that Reese had given me a home. A sense of place. Somewhere to return to. Not only did I travel a mere fraction of what I used to, but I was starting to realize how much of my life I’d spent waiting in airports and watching weather reports, wondering if my oh-so-important travel plans were going to be tampered with by mother nature.
The last time a flight was cancelled because of weather had been almost a year ago to the day. When it happened, I was annoyed at the inconvenience. How dare New York get a snowstorm? The audacity of it.
