“I love you.”
Cory cursed again, returning to his place between my legs to start to torture over again. First his mouth, then one finger, then another, then a third, a fourth. Again he got to that broad stretch of his knuckles and my body fought him for the rest.
“Bear down,” he coaxed, taking my cock into his other hand and stroking it with a loose grip from root to tip. “Let me in, Reese. Let me in.”
My joints ached and the bed frame creaked. My legs fought to straighten, my arms to rip the headboard out of the wall. Cory cradled my dick in his palm and barely touched me, leaning down and spitting on my shaft to make it wetter.
“Does it make you feel better to fight the things you need?” he asked, twisting his hand. He was so close to breaching me fully, and I shouted his name so loud my voice cracked. “I’m not scared of it, Reese. I’ll fight you back. I’m not scared of the work it takes to be the kind of man you deserve.”
A strangled cry ripped out of somewhere very deep inside of me, and then like a puzzle piece fitting into place, Cory’s entire hand was inside of me. Up to the wrist, an inch up his forearm, another, until I screamed his name, and he eased back.
“God, Reese.” Cory kissed my cock, slid down and kissed the place his hand disappeared into my body. “I love you. I love you. I love you. I wish you could…”
He trailed off, moving his hand in and out of me slowly, slowly, slowly. Never up too far, never past the knuckles, the way it felt to have such a big piece of him inside me was almost enough to make me black out.
“Fuck, darling. I’m so hard for you.”
“Show me,” I rasped, clenching down around his wrist.
“Okay,” he said gently, adding more lube before easing his hand out of me. The emptiness was shocking, and when I whined over the absence, he was quick to swallow my protest with a kiss. Quick to replace his hand with his cock, and when my muscles tightened down around him, it was over.
CHAPTER 9
Cory
Reese washot and tight around me, in spite of the fact that I’d just had my whole hand up his ass. The minute my cock entered him, he was done. I’d watched him sob and beg as I worked him up to taking my fist and now I watched him shatter. His breath stilled and his back arched, and he came untouched, his cock jerking as he painted his chest with cum.
“That’s it, sweetheart,” I said, leaning forward to kiss him. He tasted of the salt from his tears. Reese was a mess of tears and cum and desperation. Even now, as I thrust into him, driving myself as deep as I could go, he whimpered like it still wasn’t enough.
“You’re doing so well, darling,” I whispered against the corner of his mouth. “You’re so beautiful like this.”
The truth was that Reese had never felt more mine than he did tonight. Trussed up, spread open, stretched to his limit, tear-soaked, cum-covered. Perfect. I sat up, my hips still driving my cock into him. Smearing my hand down his chest, I gathered some of his cum on my fingers.
“Do you need more? Is that it?” I paused to slick my cock with his cum, soaking in the look on his face when he realized whatI was doing. “Use your words, darling. Let me know if it’s too much.”
For me, there was no such thing as too much. I’d always want more from him. With him. For him.
“More.” Reese’s voice wasn’t the only thing about him that was ruined. His hair was wet and stuck to his forehead. His chest was slick with sweat and cum. His hole was soft, though, and welcoming as I slid a couple fingers in alongside my cock. Reese’s back arched and he let out a moan.
“Cory, please. Fuck. I need it. I need it.” He begged me in a raspy voice.
“What do you need? Tell me.” I kept a languid pace so I could memorize every inch of his insides as they stretched around the intrusion. If it were possible, I’d have been willing to stay like that forever.
“I need to touch you. Need you to fuck me. Please, Sir.”
He didn’t call me Sir often, and it wasn’t something I’d ever require from him. It was an honorific that was freely given when he felt the safest to give it. It never failed to make my heart stop when I heard him say it. Immediately, I wanted to be feral with him, but first I had to gently remove my hand from his ass. After which I made quick work of the rope, untying the knots. Reese’s legs wrapped around my waist, and he pulled me closer. He gripped my face in his hands and pulled me down to him.
His kiss was ferocious and needy all at once. And tense too, like there was still something he needed. Something he hadn’t asked for yet.
“Is this all you need, love?” I tortured him by slowing my pace, even as he tried to urge me faster and deeper using his legs to direct me.
Reese let out a frustrated sound. “I need to feel it for days. Feel you for days. I want… fuck me.”
I paused, going completely still. I kissed him softly between each word.
“Tell.”Kiss. “Me.”Kiss.“What.”Kiss.“You.”Kiss.“Need.”Kiss.
“Hard. I need it hard. Rough.”
