“Turn over.” I directed as I slowly eased out of him, loving the way he whimpered. The way his hole spasmed after, clenching around nothing. His hole was shiny with lube and pinker than usual. Used, but not abused. I was absurdly proud of him and how well he’d taken my fist. There had never been a more beautiful sight than Reese, vulnerable, held open, fighting to take my fist, desperate to please me.
“I fucking love you,” I told him because I couldn’t keep the words back even if I’d wanted to.
Reese whimpered again, like he’d wanted to respond with his own declaration but couldn’t form words at the moment. As it was, with his wobbly limbs, he barely managed to turn over onto his hands and knees. I knelt up behind him and used my hand to drive his chest into the mattress as I guided my cock back into him with the other.
I kept him pinned there like that, slamming into him as hard as I could manage and harder than I ever thought I’d be able to. Eventually my hand found its way into his hair, and I grabbed a handful, pulling it tight, clenching it in my fist. My other handheld on to his hip as I fucked him, chasing him down into the mattress.
Reese was a mass of sweat and tears. A boneless heap beneath me, gulping air, half sobbing as he keened and moaned and begged. He was almost incoherent as I drilled into him.
“Tell me you’re close,” Reese whined, still somehow needy and frantic in spite of all I’d put his body through.
“I’m so close, darling.” It was the truth. I’d almost come a couple of times, but I’d held back, wanting to stretch this nightout as long as possible. Wanting to wring every drop of pleasure from it that I could.
“Cory. Cory. Cory, Cory, please. Fuck. Fuuuck.” Reese writhed beneath me, probably coming again if the way his ass spasmed around my cock was any indication.
I stretched out over top of him, my body blanketing his the best it could. I slowed my thrusts and tangled our fingers together, holding them too tight for comfort. I’d eaten him, stretched him, fucked him with my fist, my cock, with all my strength, and now I wanted to finish with him being able to feel how precious he was to me.
My orgasm built slowly, like a storm rolling in off the horizon. I pressed open-mouthed kisses to Reese’s back as I came, my hips taking on a life of their own as I thrust into him in a rhythmless frenzy.
When I was finished, I slid out of him gently. The pained noise he let escape was a knife in my heart. I moved off of him, being extra careful not to jostle him. Rolling onto my back, I pulled him into my arms, let him use my chest for a pillow, and stroked my fingers through his hair as he clung to me, his body still trembling and shaking. It seemed like it took forever for him to calm down and when he finally did, I tilted his head up and made him look at me.
His eyes were glassy with more tears. Red-rimmed from crying. Reese was easily the most beautiful sight in that moment. Because he still looked at me with such fucking trust, such love, that I knew I wanted to never let him go. Reese was it for me. He was my end game. My future. My forever.
“Let me up so I can look after you, darling.” Not only did Reese deserve some hardcore pampering after all I’d put him through, taking care of him was one of my greatest pleasures. And a large part of me wanted to check him over. I needed to examine every inch of him to make sure I hadn’t hurt him.
Most of the time when Reese was sated, the fight went out of him, and he just let me take care of him. He basked in the attention I gave him, from the gentle way I always cleaned him up, to the water I made him drink. Sometimes I fed him by hand after. But I always kept him close. Kept telling him how much I loved him. How good he was. How breathtaking.
“One more minute.” Reese clung to me, like he wasn’t yet willing to give up our physical connection, even if only for a short time so I could look after him.
“Okay, darling. One more minute.” Of course I’d give him another minute. I’d give him anything. But I heard that little noise he made, and I had to wonder if I’d given him too much.
Unaware of my inner turmoil, Reese smiled, kissed me, then snuggled back down.
CHAPTER 10
Reese
The day after Halloween,I woke up and everything hurt. The only salve was the gentle press of Cory’s mouth against the arch of my foot and the smell of coffee drifting in from the kitchen.
“You’re awake,” he murmured, dragging his nose upward until his mouth reached my heel. He kissed me there too.
“Is that what this is?”
Even my throat hurt, my voice scratchy and hoarse from all the use the night before.
“You look like you’ve been rode hard and put away wet.”
“Wasn’t I?”
Cory kissed my ankle bone, my calf, all the way up to the back of my knee where he paid enough attention that gooseflesh prickled down my arms. Shivering, I stretched as much as I could, knocking into the perch he’d made between my legs. He bent my leg at the knee and kissed his way up the back of my thigh, getting dangerously close to the places he’d fucked and ruined just hours before.
“Seems you were,” he agreed, replacing his lips with his teeth.
Gentle nips until he reached the place my leg turned into my groin. Another kiss, then a deep breath and a groan.
“You smell like sex.”
I managed a tired scoff.
