Reese pretended to think about it, but I could see the answer in his eyes. “That’s best left for others, I think.”
I motioned to a semi-secluded seating area and sat down, pulling Reese down into my lap. I kissed the bare skin of his shoulder.
“What kinds of things have you always wanted to try?”
“Giving or receiving?”
“Either. Both. Doesn’t matter.”
Reese sipped at his whiskey as he contemplated my question. I loved the thought he always put into his answers, that he didn’t just blurt out shit he thought I wanted to hear or the first thing that came to mind.
“I used to think that I’d done all the things I was interested in trying. But then I met you and there are things now I would do that I wouldn’t before.”
“Such as?”
He turned on my lap so he was sideways and could meet my gaze better.
“I’ve never been fisted.”
“It can be a lot to trust someone with. It’s easy to hurt someone.”
He nodded. “I’ve fisted men, but I haven’t ever been comfortable enough with the idea of letting someone else do it to me.” His throat bobbed as he swallowed. “Until now.”
CHAPTER 10
Reese
After my confessionabout the fisting, I developed serious concerns Cory’s erection would never waver again. He kept me close the rest of the night, whispering promises in my ear about how much of his arm he would notch inside of me, wanting to know what it would feel like when my muscles seized with pleasure around his wrist. The state of affairs between my legs wasn’t much better, and by the time we were ready to head home, I was seconds away from exploding.
“You look so fucking perfect,” Cory murmured, pulling me down the stairs and giving me a shove toward the alley. With my back against the brick exterior of the church, he hooked a finger through the center ring on the harness and let out a growl so deep it vibrated my bones. “Sometimes I worry the watch isn’t enough.
He dove for my neck, licking and sucking the hint of a bruise against my collarbone.
“Not enough of what?” I asked, tipping my head back to give him more room.
“A mark.” As it to demonstrate, he sank his teeth into the thin skin of my neck. I whimpered, desperate for him as always,lifting my leg between his and pressing my thigh against his balls.
“It’s not a limit.”
Cory smiled against me and sucked a bruise onto the base of my throat like we were horny teenagers. It felt…good.
“I like the look of it, but it’s not what I meant.”
He kissed the place he’d bruised, then leaned back to look up at me. I didn’t need to see his face to know what he meant. The watch was as much a collar as any strip of leather ever could be, and it meant something important to him. There’d been a time—before him—when it had meant something similar for me, but the way my entire soul was marked for him now made anything else feel utterly irrelevant.
“And what about you?” I asked.
“You can mark me anywhere you want, darling. I’ll wear your bruises proudly.”
“I love that, but it’s not what I meant.”
Cory swallowed hard enough for me to hear it. “I’m yours,” he said softly.
“And I’m yours.”
He dragged his tongue across the front of his teeth, and it reminded me so much of the first night we met. The way he’d sized me up from the start, appraised me, found me perfect for his needs. The way he’d changed both of our lives.
“We can talk about that more when we aren’t this fucking horny,” I promised.
