3. Cory

CHAPTER 3

Cory

I half expected Reese to stand me up.

Even when he’d been eye-fucking me from across the bar, there’d been a hesitance to him. He looked hungry but cautious, like a stray cat. After checking in, I had a shower and was contemplating ordering some late night room service when someone quietly knocked on my door.

The soft carpet absorbed any sound my bare feet might have made and I pulled the door open without glancing through the peephole first. Reese raked that hungry gaze over me again, appraising my bare chest and my low-slung pajama pants before he managed to drag his stare back up to my face.

Stepping aside, I invited him in.

“I wasn’t sure you’d come,” I told him.

Reese dropped down into the chair that sat facing the bed. “I was promised whiskey.”

I’d stopped on the way and grabbed a bottle of Macallan. I cracked it open and poured a couple of fingers into two glasses. “This is the kind I keep at home.”

“I bet you have a bottle in your office too,” Reese guessed, taking the glass from me, this time purposely brushing his fingers over mine. “You seem like the whiskey in the drawer type.”

“Don’t be absurd.” I took a sip of my drink, then grinned down at him. I liked him at this angle. Me above, him below. I wondered if he’d sink even lower and kneel for me. “Only drunks hide their booze. I keep mine in a decanter like nature intended.”

Reese’s lips twitched as he fought a smile, but he took a sip and nodded. “It’s better than the stuff at the bar.”

“Yeah. I’m surprised you came.” A little honesty went a long way. With the way I liked things, I’d gotten used to being up front from the get-go. There was nothing worse than investing time in something that was doomed before it started.

“I almost didn’t.” He didn’t tell me why he almost didn’t come, and that was fine. Whatever his deal was, it wasn’t my business or my problem. He was here and, for the time being, he was mine. Or, at least, I wanted him to be.

Rolling my shoulders back, I tipped my chin up slightly. I knew how it made me look. Slightly arrogant, like a man far too enamored with himself.

“You’re not as tall as I thought you were,” Reese said.

It was time to put some of my cards on the table. It was just a hookup, and it wasn’t like I was going to bust out the whips or chains. Those weren’t my speed anyway. But sometimes men looked at my five-foot-nine frame and slotted me into the role of submissive bottom.

“I don’t have to be a large man to get you on your knees.”

Something flashed in Reese’s eyes. Leaning back in the chair, he spread his legs wide, like an invitation—or a challenge. He took a sip of the whiskey like we had all the time in the world instead of a few short hours.

“What makes you think I kneel for anyone?” There was something in his voice. A warning, maybe, not to press. I knew a wounded man when I saw one. Reese was gorgeous, and mysterious, and just the right type of man to keep me interested. For the first time in a long time, I almost regretted that my job took me all over the world instead of leaving me in any one place for long enough to forge a connection.

“Well, one of us has to if this is going to go anywhere.” I dragged my gaze over him. He had the look of a man who was tired in a way that sleep wouldn’t fix. It made me not want to fight him. Yet. “Put your drink down. Get your dick out. Put your hands behind your head and keep them there.”

Reese grinned at me, knocked his drink back, and set the glass aside. Amusement colored his expression, but then, surprisingly, he complied. Maybe he too just wanted the payoff. The rasp of his zipper was the only sound in the room, then he freed his cock before tucking his hands behind his head, linking his fingers together. When I sank to my knees, his nostrils flared. He might look like the one in charge. He might have even thought he’d won my submission because I knelt before him, but it was my instructions he’d followed. My commands he’d heeded.

“Limits?” I put my hands on his knees and ran them up his legs as I spoke. Beneath me, his body trembled, then relaxed, then trembled again, like he was at war with himself.

“It’s a blow job, Cory. Don’t bite my dick off and we’ll get along just fine.”

“Limits,” I repeated.

Reese exhaled sharply. “Don’t leave permanent marks. Wear a condom if I let you fuck me. Since I doubt we’re going to go full dungeon master mode, if I say stop, you stop. That sound good to you?”

“It’ll do. Now be a good boy and close your eyes. Take a deep breath in through your nose and let it out slowly. Try to relax.”

“Is this?—”

“Do it.” I dug my fingers into his thighs.

Reese rolled his eyes before closing them. I waited for him to take a breath. Then another. And as he took a third, I wrapped my hand around his cock. Licking the tip, I gathered the drop of precum that had beaded there while he’d had his dick out.

“You have a pretty cock, Reese.” It was longer and thicker than mine, but he was taller and broader. Just my type. There was something about putting a man who was taller than you on his knees. I loved watching them tremble beneath me, begging for things only I could give them. If I had more time with Reese, I’d definitely put him on his knees, but tonight he seemed reluctant to give me that.

“Are you going to put my pretty cock in your mouth?” he asked, said cock twitching in anticipation.

“Patience.”

I licked the tip again, swirling my tongue over the head. I wanted to drive him so crazy that maybe he’d forget that he didn’t want to kneel for me. Or that he’d forget whatever baggage it was he’d dragged in here with him. Reese was likely more dominant than I’d usually go for, but something about the man just did it for me. I found that I liked the prospect of having to work for it a little.

Reese groaned and his legs twitched like he was trying to convince himself to stay still. To let me have my way with him. I didn’t think he was used to being a toy, but I planned to show him how much fun it could be to be played with.

Looking up, I found Reese staring down at me. I held his gaze and finally took his cock into my mouth an inch at a time. His face was cast in shadows, but the intensity of his green eyes covered me like a warm blanket. It made me wish we had days instead of hours.

But all we had was a handful of time and a hotel room near the airport, and I was determined to make the most of it.