I pushed away from the counter and spun us so it was him against the pantry, and I made easy work of his belt and fly. Beneath the soft wool trousers, Cory had on a pair of tighter thansin navy blue briefs. The sight of his erection pressing against the fabric and leaving a wet spot was impossible to ignore. I licked my lips and gave myself fifteen seconds to pour a tumbler of whiskey and slide it into his hand before sinking to my knees.
Taking his pants and briefs with me, I buried my face against his cock and balls, making a mess of him with my tongue and my mouth until he grew impatient and made a warning sound in the back of his throat.
“Settle down and drink your whiskey.” I looked up at him with my jaw slack and a brow raised. “Sir.”
Cory dragged his tongue across the front of his teeth and sipped his drink, and I sucked his balls into my mouth.
“Look at you,” he murmured, lifting his cock and dropping it down onto my face. Precum smeared my eyelid, and I stroked a hand over my own quickly thickening shaft while I lapped at his balls. Cory took another drink, grunting as he swallowed when I moved from his sac to the underside of his shaft.
I closed my eyes, kissing his shaft until I got the tip of him into my mouth. He tasted a little musky, like soap and sweat, and I chased the taste of him right into the back of my throat. Cory made a pleased sound, bucking against my mouth and getting himself the rest of the way into my mouth with a practiced ease.
“Don’t come,” he warned, each syllable choked off, and I didn’t know if he was talking to himself or to me. “I want you to fuck me when you’re done sucking me off.”
I groaned, hollowing my cheeks and putting a dedicated effort into the latter so I could get to the former. Even back when I had leaned more into my dominant tendencies, I’d always been vers. With Cory, I indulged it more often than not, but he’d really given me an appreciation for bottoming that I’d never had before him. Topping him was a reminder of the person I used to be…or maybe not that, but a reminder of parts of myself that I didn’t spend as much time with anymore.
There were no regrets to be had, though. My life with Cory was exciting and fulfilling. It was more than I’d ever thought possible for me, and sinking into the submissive parts of myself with him felt as right as crawling into a comfortable bed at the end of a long day. Cory wasn’t my past, but he was my present and my future, and every day when he got home from work or on the weekends when I came home late after a shift and saw him half-asleep on the couch waiting for me, I found myself reminded of it.
“Mmmn,” Cory hummed and smacked his lips.
The sound of glass and marble as he set his drink on the counter, then the cool press of his thumbs against my cheeks as he took hold of my face.
“You don’t even cry anymore,” he said, tracing the curve of my cheekbones.
He fucked my mouth, holding my stare the entire time, and then the telltale stillness of his body and a welcome burst of salt on the back of my tongue. I gagged as he shot into my throat, working my muscles to swallow his cum. I didn’t blink, didn’t look away. I kept my eyes on him the whole time, and the sight of him up there in awe of me was more likely to make me cry than my hardly existent gag reflex. Slowly, he pulled back, a trail of spit connecting his dick to my mouth, and I grinned up at him, sinking down lower onto my heels.
“There’s lube in the bedroom,” I said, pushing back up to a standing position and taking his hand. “I still owe you two fingers and a good fuck.”
CHAPTER 3
Cory
Coming homeat the end of the day was still a novelty. Coming home to Reese was a gift I didn’t deserve sometimes. But it wasn’t something I intended to squander.
Reese took my hand and led me to the bedroom where he yanked me close and kissed me with unexpected ferocity. His tongue delved into my mouth like he was trying to climb inside me and then as abruptly as the kiss began, he yanked himself away and motioned to the bed.
“Get comfortable,” he told me as he turned to fetch the lube. My heart hammered in my chest at the thought of him finding the rings I’d stashed in that drawer, but he came back naked just the lube, and I breathed a sigh of relief.
The drawer we kept the lube in was also the drawer containing the bag holding the giant butt plug. Had I hidden the rings with the massive butt plug? Yes. Because it was the one thing in the house Reese would never reach for willingly.
When he found me still standing there, he lifted an eyebrow, and it spurred me into action. Stripping out of the rest of my clothes, I crawled onto the bed, settling myself on all fours. Once comfortable, I lowered my chest to the bed and pillowed myhead on my crossed arms. My ass was in the air and Reese gave each cheek a solid smack, and the sound reverberated through the room. It reminded me of the time I’d let him spank me.
God, we’d come such a long way since then.
Cold lube drizzled down my crack and brought me back into the present.
“I love the way you look when you’re like this,” Reese told me as he swirled a finger around my hole, gently slipping it in and sliding it all the way up to the knuckle. He stroked my insides with just one finger until I was squirming and then he added another.
“Reese,” I groaned. I’d come already, but if he kept teasing me the way he was, I was going to lose my fucking mind. “Need you.”
He drilled his fingers deeper and fucked me hard. My spine arched, and I whimpered, still in need of more.
“I know what you need,” Reese said as he finally pulled his fingers out of me. The bed shifted and then he was behind me, driving his cock into me. The stretch and burn stole my breath and, in one long thrust, Reese buried himself inside me.
I rocked back, needing him deeper. Shifting around, I reached one arm behind me and tried to get a hold on him so I could urge him closer. Faster. Deeper.
Reese always seemed to know what I needed, and he plastered himself to my back, molding his body to mine. Hot breath washed over my skin. Lips dragged against me in open-mouthed kisses.
“Mar—k me. Mark me.” My heart stopped and my blood ran cold as I wondered if I’d almost fucked up the most important question I’d ever ask by blurting it out during sex. Did I want Reese to marry me? Absolutely, I did. Did I want to ask him in the heat of the moment? It wasn’t ideal. Reese was worth morethan a hasty proposal driven by dopamine and desperation. “Mark me, Reese. It’s been so long.”
