He licked his lips, grinning down at me in that terrifyingly calculated way of his. “Do you want me to talk you through it?”
“Now or then?”
“Either.”
“Yes,” I rasped.
“I’m going to lay you down on the bed and make you hold your knees up by your ears so I have room to work.” He paused and immediately I knew I shouldn’t have asked him to explain. Asking Cory to use his words was like playing with fire. “I’m going to eat your ass until you’re ready to come, until we have to buy a new mattress for how much spit you’re lying in. Then I’m going to put one finger inside of you, then another, and another, and I promise you this, Reese—I’m not going to put my fist inside of you until you’re begging me for it.”
Groaning, I pushed down hard against the base of my shaft. There was no possible way I’d make it through the entire shift with this thing trying to escape my fly. The only saving grace was that it was Halloween, and I’d most likely be slammed from the minute I clocked in to the minute I clocked out.
“Fuck.”
He laughed at me, letting go of my face so I could look away from him. I turned my stare toward the floor, and Cory carded his fingers through my hair, the waves that fell between the puppy ears.
“And if it’s ever too much, we’ll stop,” he said. “You aren’t any better or worse if it goes in or it doesn’t.”
“I want it,” I groaned, the truth of my need a visceral thing that had been growing at the base of my spine since the very first night I suggested it to him.
“You want everything.” He helped me to my feet.
“Isn’t it your job as my Dom to give me that?”
His mouth twisted into an amused grin. “Alright, Reese.”
“You sound like I’m going to regret that later.”
“Have you ever?” Cory pulled us together, chest to chest, and I bent down to drag a gentle kiss across his mouth.
“Not once,” I whispered.
“I debated making you wear a plug for work.” He nipped my lower lip. “But then I decided that felt a little bit like cheating.”
I scoffed, glancing down at my watch to make sure I wasn’t going to be late for work. I had a few minutes, but it was getting down to the wire. Still.
Always.
“Why is that cheating?” I asked.
Cory looked down at his watch around my wrist, though I thought of it as my watch now and I imagine he did too. When he realized the time, he threaded our fingers together and pulled me out of the bedroom. In the living room, he gave me a quick shove down onto the couch, then he went to the door for my sneakers and returned. In the truly reciprocal fashion that our relationship had taken on, he went to his knees in front of me and took one of my feet into his lap.
“It’s like calling in an assist. I’m not scared of doing all the work myself.”
“I didn’t imagine you were,” I murmured.
Cory fit my foot into my shoe, tightened the laces, and repeated the motion with the other foot. Then he set my feet down on the floor and patted the tops of my shoes as he pushed himself back up into a standing position. I stood and hewrapped his arms around my waist, sliding them down lower and grabbing a handful of my ass for good measure.
“Who’s my best boy?” he teased.
I feigned a bark, and he smirked again.
“What time are you and Morgan coming down to the bar?” I asked.
“It’s a surprise.”
“Is she making you dress up?”
“Also a surprise.” Cory turned me away from him and shoved me toward the door.
