“Please.”
He stretched his thumb up over my chin, dragged it across my lower lip and tugged until I bent down enough for him to kiss me. He growled into my mouth, entire body tense, and then…then there was no way I could mistake the heat of his piss running down the inside of my thigh for anything other than what it was. I whimpered against his tongue, and Cory didn’t move until his stream finished. He reached down with his free hand and gave a half-hearted slap to the inside of my thigh.
“You’re mine,” he said.
“Yes.”
He flexed his fingers against my leg, then crashed one more passionate kiss against my already swollen lips. He broke away when he was well and done, which was never enough for me, and I couldn’t help but find more amusement in the roundabout way we always ended up needing each other.
Finally, he reached for the soap, lathering his hands before washing every inch of my body except for the inside of my right leg. He sank down to the basin of the shower and licked me from my knee up to my balls.
“You’re so fucking hot,” I rasped, threading my fingers into his hair. My hips thrust forward on their own, my body tired from work but constantly chasing after the kind of pleasure only one man had ever been able to give me.
CHAPTER 5
Cory
Reeseand I would probably never have the kind of dynamic where I dictated what he ate and wore, and when he went to bed, and when he got up. It wasn’t the kind of control that I needed. Reese would always have that edge of dominance in him, and maybe that’s what had attracted me to begin with. And though I was positive there were many things we still had to learn about each other, I didn’t think he’d mind if I picked out his costume.
I’d looked at a lot of different things, but he’d need something he could work in and that meant being able to move around easily. Face paint would be fine if necessary, but any accessories would have to be limited as the space behind the bar would be extra crowded.
Did I have to get them special ordered? Probably not. No. But I’d seen a cheap pair online and I wanted him to have something that didn’t look like it was purchased from a dollar store. I almost had to get him something cheap and tatty looking anyway because I’d put my order in so late, but they’d arrived in the nick of time on the day before Halloween.
“I got you a surprise.” I told him as I sat down on the couch next to him. Reese looked away from his phone where he was clearly texting with Morgan. The woman loved emojis and gifs.
“Should I be worried?” Reese arched an eyebrow, but the corners of his mouth upturned.
“You should always be a little worried, darling.”
His nostrils flared, and he tore his gaze away from me. I watched him smooth his hands over the box before opening it. He folded back the black tissue paper, and I saw his face go from curious, to confused, to alarmed, and then back to curious again.
“It’s your Halloween costume.”
He pulled a set of dog ears attached to a headband out of the box. They were black with little silver hairs peppered through them to add some dimension. The hair was a little on the long side, making them look fluffy as hell. They were soft to the touch and expertly crafted by the looks of them. I smiled as I told Reese about the best part.
“It comes with a tail, but that’s not safe for work.”
Reese’s head snapped to the side, and he looked at me with wide eyes. “A tail? You’re not serious.”
“Is it a limit, Reese?”
He looked away. Running his fingers over the fur, he shook his head. “I can’t believe you bought me puppy ears.”
“That wasn’t an answer.” I kept my tone gentle. “You can tell me no.”
“I’m not saying no.” Reese informed me, sounding slightly impatient, but I wasn’t sure it was me he was getting impatient with.
“You can take time to think about it. It doesn’t have to be a kinky thing. It can just be an evening of you wearing dog ears for Halloween and nothing else.
“I didn’t take you for the dog owner type.” Reese traced the ears with his fingertips again. “Woof, woof.” he said, laughing a little afterward.
“I find myself in uncharted territory with you.”
Reese set the ears in the box and shifted around to face me. “What do you mean?”
“I mean that, for the first time, I have someone I can explore things with. I think there’s only so much self-discovery I was comfortable doing when it didn’t mean anything. But with you, everything means something. It makes me want to try everything with you.”
He looked at me like he was trying to solve a puzzle. “How about we negotiate?”
