The belt hit the floor with a thud and instead of the mattress dipping, Reese grabbed my ankles and yanked me to the edge of the bed. A hand came down and he struck me just once on the right cheek of my ass before he pulled me closer. My feet came down, touching the floor, and Reese kicked them apart, then slotted himself between my legs. I’d barely managed to pull my fingers free when he shoved his cock in my ass, burying it up to the hit.
“Oh—holy fuck.” I gasped as pleasure ignited my body, obliterating my brain.
Reese fucked me hard. Relentless. His hips snapped, driving his cock into me deeper than I thought possible and yet still not deep enough. I needed… fuck. I needed his hand on my cock. Anything on my cock. I needed to get hard. Instead, Reese fucked me into oblivion, denying me my orgasm, but overloading my body with pleasure.
He set a brutal pace, barely managing to talk because he was breathing so heavily.
“Fuck, you’re so tight.”
My hand scrabbled at the sheets, and I gripped handfuls of fabric like they were the only thing capable of keeping the world from spinning. Reese was close. I could tell by the way his grip tightened on my hips. By the shift in his breathing. His rhythm faltered as he came, driving deep, slamming into me over andover like he wanted to bury his cum so deep it would never leak out.
He collapsed into a sweaty heap on top of me and let out a half-drunk sounding laugh. “Holy fuck, I needed that.” His laugh tapered off after a few seconds. “When I can function, I’ll get that cage off you and return the favor.”
“Or,” I mused, still pressed between him and the mattress, half on, half off the bed. “You could leave it on until tomorrow.”
Reese went still, then pushed up, lifting his weight off me. I stood and stretched my body, feeling the incredible ache from where he’d slapped my ass, from where he’d pounded into my body and fucked me so hard I was going to feel it for days.
“Really?” Reese asked. “You’re sure?”
“I wouldn’t have suggested it if I weren’t. Suddenly bone tired, I crawled up the bed and climbed under the covers. Reese stripped down and joined me.
He used to worry about how he smelled after a shift. Like sweat and booze, but I’d confessed that he just smelled almost good enough to eat. Reese thought I was crazy, but he stopped asking if he should shower when he got home.
Reese snuggled up to me, and using my chest for a pillow, he draped his arm around me, tangled our legs together, and let out a happy-sounding sigh. I raked my fingers through his hair and kissed his forehead, and ignored the way I could feel my pulse pounding in my cock.
“I can’t believe I’ve never asked this,” I said, immediately getting Reese’s attention.
“What?” Reese asked, pausing to let out a yawn. “I’m sure we covered all the kinky bases? Was there one we missed?”
“It’s not about that. Not directly anyway, but what are your thoughts on costume parties?”
CHAPTER 4
Reese
I trailedmy hand down Cory’s stomach and wrapped my fingers around his still-caged cock. His body burned so warm, so flushed from the sex. I wanted to crawl inside of his chest sometimes and eat him from the inside out.
“Costume parties?” I asked, stroking him lazily. “Why?”
“Rapture is having one, and I thought it might be fun to go.”
I pressed my thumb against the slit of his cock, barely reachable for the hard plastic around it.
“I know last time we were there I said I was interested in fisting, but I’m not trying to be your hand puppet in public.”
He chuckled and buried his face against the center of my chest, flinging an arm over my waist and a leg over the top of my thigh. It made it hard to reach him, but he rutted against my side to make up for the lost friction.
“I wouldn’t take you out like that until you were well and properly broken in,” he teased.
I huffed out a laugh, pinching his ribs.
“But, in all seriousness, I work on Halloween.”
“Every year?”
“Every year.”
Cory rocked against my hip again. “Are you sure you want to keep this on until the morning.,” I asked him.
