“Your boyfriend wants to come on your face,” he said, voice rough.
“Please, Mr. Callahan,” was the only thing I managed to say before thick ropes of cum shot out of his cock and streaked across my face. I closed my eyes just in time, the hot spray painting across my lids and my lashes, the rest splattering down my cheek and over my swollen lips.
“Reese,” he moaned my name, pressing his dick against my cheek and smearing his cum across my face. “Mr. Rollins…No. Fuck.”
His cock dragged over my mouth, down my chin toward my throat, making even more of a mess of me than his orgasm already had.
“Hmn?”
“Mr. Callahan,” he murmured the honorific back at me as an endearment and I found myself reduced to sugar in a bowl of water.
I licked my lips, catching the taste of him before he cleaned me up entirely. “Your name then?”
“Yes.”
It wasn’t a question, and it wasn’t a debate. Of course I would take Cory’s last name. Maybe that had always been in the cards for me, but if not, I didn’t want to know. Nothing had felt more right than the wet heat of his cum on my face and a shared last name on my tongue.
“I like it,” I agreed, giving my dick a slow stroke.
My arousal had settled enough to be manageable after Cory shot his load all over my face, but the pleasure was still there, pressing at the edges and begging to be released.
Cupping my flushed face in his hands, Cory kissed the mess off my skin, using his lips and his tongue to catch his cum before spearing his way into my mouth and giving as much of it back as I could swallow.
“Come for me,” he whispered against my lips, and I stroked faster while he kissed me.
He had kept his cock out after getting off and I reached blindly forward, wanting to touch him there while I touched myself. My fingers connected with his cock, and he shuddered, groaning deep into my mouth and that was all I needed.
I came with a muffled grunt, cum spurting over my fingers and down my shaft. Cory’s fingers dug into my head and my moans turned to whimpers, my whimpers to sighs.
“You’ve made quite a mess of yourself, Mr. Callahan,” he murmured, finally breaking the kiss and letting me breathe. We both looked down at my cum covered hand, my shirt and jeans also causalities of my orgasm.
“Appears that way,” I said.
Cory made a very thoughtful noise in the back of his throat before lifting my hand and kissing the underside of my engagement band. He made quick work of licking my cum off my palm and from between my fingers, then put my hand on his half-hard cock. As much as I would have loved to stroke him to hardness again and then beg him to fuck me, he had meetingslater in the day and I had a lunch date with Morgan that she would kill me if I missed. With a very unhappy groan, I tucked him back into his pants, then leaned back in the chair while he did the same to me. His touch lingered much longer than it had to, and I knew that was by design. If Cory could have his way, he would keep me in a near constant state of arousal at all times, ready to burst for him and him alone.
“This was a delightful visit,” he said, helping me to my feet.
I swayed before finding my footing, then I pressed my finger against the underside of his chin and tipped his head up closer to mine.
Cory was so broad in personality and strong in the way he carried himself, I sometimes forgot he was so much shorter than me, so much smaller. He smiled up at me, though, like I’d hung him the moon and puckered his lips for a kiss, which I delivered without protest.
“I hope you find it in your heart to take pity on me and take on the project,” I said, tying up the loose ends of our little role play.
“You really want your boyfriend to have it all, don’t you?”
“Fiancé,” I corrected. “And yes. I want him to have everything.”
CHAPTER 3
Cory
The sun had crawledits way over the tops of the hills an hour ago, and Reese was still inside sleeping. I’d spent the morning on the deck outside, wrapped in a blanket with a cup of coffee nearby.
For the most part, I’d grown used to my new life in California, but sometimes different things still caught me off-guard. Like how it could be December, approaching Christmas, and I wouldn’t be spending it in a hotel somewhere waiting for people to get back to work after the holiday.
For so long, I’d gone without having a real home, that some mornings I woke up, unable to go back to sleep for fear my current reality was all just a dream.
“Thought I’d find you out here.”
