Reese pretended to think, but if his situation was anything like mine, he wasn’t thinking too clearly either, his thoughts preoccupied with something else. Something far more urgent now that the emotional and logistical things had been settled between us.
“No,” he said eventually. “There’s nothing else.”
“Nothing at all?” I challenged, raising an eyebrow.
“Nope,” Reese said, adding emphasis to the letter P to make it pop.
“Well, then I guess I’ll put my mouth to use calling my realtor instead of sucking your dick.” I turned to leave, but Reese grabbed my arm.
“Now don’t be so hasty.”
“Oh, do you need something, Reese?”
His cheeks flushed at my words. “You know what I need.”
A simple, but powerful truth. One that ran both ways because as much as he needed me, I needed him. Maybe more. Without me, Reese had a life. Friends. A home. Without Reese, I had a job I was good at and a handful of people I saw a few times a year. A home that never felt like one.
“Get on your knees, Reese.” I freed my cock from my pajama pants and the moment he was in front of me, I slid it into his mouth. “God, that’s good. I missed your mouth.”
Reese put his hands on my thighs and closed his eyes.
“Eyes on me, darling. That’s a good boy.” Grabbing my cell off the counter, I snapped a picture of Reese with my cock in his mouth. “You look so good there, and your mouth…” I let my headtip back and I relished the way his mouth felt around my cock. Warm and wet with his talented tongue teasing me every second. “Now, keep quiet down there while I make a phone call.”
Reese made a sound that vibrated around my cock, nearly sending me through the roof. “Behave so I can call my realtor.”
Reese did as he was told, keeping as quiet as he could through the duration of the call. At one point, I took the lead and thrust deep into his throat and held him there until his body went rigid as it prepared to fight me off, only then did I pull him back. By the time the call ended, my cock ached it was so hard, and Reese looked like he’d been well and truly fucked. And I was only getting started.
“Get on the bed. Naked. All fours. You have less than a minute, Reese.” I ghosted a kiss against his lips then set him loose and watched him almost scamper off to my—our—bedroom.
I grabbed my phone off the counter and shot a text to Zane, remembering I’d meant to tell him to list the New York apartment, and then I turned my phone off and went after Reese. He was on the bed like I’d asked. Gloriously naked, I mapped the lines of his body and committed them to memory. Stripping out of my pajamas, I knelt behind him and urged his legs to slide farther apart.
Sliding my hands over the globes of his ass, I gave them a squeeze. I owed him a million apologies. I’d spent the past three days turning every moment over in my head, knowing I should’ve done things differently.
“Next time you run, Reese, I’m chasing you down. I shouldn’t have let you leave my office the other day. The fact that I did is unforgiveable. But it’s not a mistake I plan to make again.” Before Reese could answer, I pulled his cheeks apart and buried my face between them, licking a line from the back of his balls to the delicate skin around his hole.
“I’m going to get you nice and wet and loose for me, and then I’m going to fuck you and fill you full of cum, and then I’m going to plug you up and we’re going to get your things moved over here. What do you think of that?” I asked as I swirled my finger around his entrance, teasing him with my gentle touch.
“I think I better get to come.”
I pulled my finger away and reached between his legs to stroke him. “I’ll think about it.”
CHAPTER 4
Reese
Moving wasn’t assimple as Cory had made it out to be. After he put his place in New York on the market and fucked me senseless, we agreed a nap was a better use of our time than trying to put clothes back on. We slept for hours, and I was happy to lose track of time with him until the weekend required my attention, and I was due at work.
“We’ll stay at your place tonight,” Cory said, kissing my forehead as I sat on the edge of the bed to tie my sneakers. “Then tomorrow we’ll pack what we can and move it over.”
“Are you sure about this?”
Cory raised my wrist to his mouth and kissed the place where his watch hit my skin. “I’m sure about you.”
I hummed, wanting to drag him onto my lap and fuck him until we lost another day to pleasure, but my phone vibrated against my thigh, reminding me it was time to go to work.
“I have to go,” I said, apologetic.
Cory pulled me to my feet and held out his hand expectantly.
