4. Reese
CHAPTER 4
Reese
Cory swallowed my cock like it was made for him, and my fingers itched to uncurl from the back of my head, fist themselves into his hair, and fuck his throat until he cried. He acted like he had the upper hand because he’d told me what to do and I’d obeyed him, but a good dominant knew when to listen. He knew when to let the submissive do the work.
After a lifetime—or what felt like it—of short licks and soft breaths against my throbbing erection, Cory finally took the entirety of my shaft into his mouth. One inch after another, after another. He had to pause at the middle to relax his jaw enough to keep going, but the man was fucking dedicated.
“Good boy,” I rasped, throwing my head back and tracing out a shape in the popcorn of the hotel ceiling so I didn’t finish before we’d even had a chance to get started. “Good fucking boy, Cory.”
He hummed an amused sound that vibrated all the way down to my balls, then took the rest of me into his mouth. My tip pushed against the back of his throat and I groaned, desperate to touch him. Forcing my stare away from the ceiling, I looked down at him with stars in my eyes.
“Fuck, your mouth fits me like a hot fucking glove,” I whispered, unable to tear my gaze away from the man on his knees in front of me. Cory was a sight in his fancy clothes and styled hair, but he was something else entirely half-naked and still wet from a shower. He didn’t have the body of a man who worked out every day, but he was fit. Firm in my favorite places with enough jiggle in his ass to make it bounce after a good spanking.
God, I wanted to get my hands on this man.
He pulled away from my shaft, smirking up at me with spit shining off his plump lower lip. Holding my stare, he dragged his mouth back and forth across my dick, his breath ghosting over the already sensitive skin until a shiver tore through me.
I tightened my fingers against the back of my skull.
“I don’t want my hands up here anymore,” I said, more as a courtesy than anything else.
Cory rocked back on his heels and wiped spit off his chin. “We can stop if you want.”
“I don’t want.”
“Well, then.” The way he looked at me, like he’d be happy to show me the door if I didn’t agree to do what he’d told me to do, made me want to throw the stupid cuck chair through the window. In five minutes, Cory had given me one of the better blow jobs I’d ever received, and if I didn’t keep my hands on the back of my head, he would just…stop?
He let out a soft groan and reached between his legs, palming his hand over an erection that threatened to burst out of the thin material of his pajamas and I realized he was posturing. Two could play his little game, and I was ready.
With slow and deliberate movements, I took my hands off the back of my head. I settled one on top of my thigh and curled the other around my shaft, using all of the spit he’d left behind as lube. My fingers were nowhere near as delicious as his throat, but I wasn’t the kind of man who didn’t get his way about things—especially in the bedroom.
Cory tutted his tongue against the roof of his mouth and reached under the waistband of his pajamas, forearm bulging on the upstroke in the same way mine did. He held my stare the whole time, his blue eyes as dark and deep as a pair of sapphires on display.
“This seems a waste,” he murmured, shuddering at the touch of his own hand.
“You’re telling me.”
To level the playing field, I slid out of the chair and sank down to my knees in front of him. The only sounds in the room were the harsh pant of our breaths and the rough slide of palms against shafts.
“Let me see your cock,” I said, well past the point of asking.
Cory arched a brow, but pushed the waistband of his pajamas down behind his balls.
“You’re a stubborn thing, aren’t you?” he asked, working his jaw to gather spit into his mouth. He looked away only long enough to check his aim, letting a glob of saliva fall out of his mouth and directly onto the tip of his perfectly pink cock.
“That’s a word that’s been used,” I agreed.
“If you put your hands back where I want them, you can finish in my mouth like I know you want to.”
“I’ll finish on the floor to prove a point,” I said.
I was close to that anyway, and I wanted to know if he was really going to let me waste a load on the hotel room carpet just because I’d wanted to touch him.
“If you put your hands back where I want them, I’ll finish in your mouth too,” Cory said thoughtfully. “I can tell you want it.”
“How can you tell that?”
“You can’t stop looking at it.” As if to prove a point, he released his cock, letting it slap against his stomach, hard and wet.
I licked my lips, stare darting from his dick to his face. God, he was gorgeous.
“What if you lie back on the bed,” Cory proposed, pushing to his feet and heading that way without my approval. “Fold your hands behind your head, and you can watch me eat your cum.”
“And I can’t touch?”
He shook his head and I wondered if he was being an asshole, or if it was just a limit, like condoms were for me.
“Fine,” I conceded, climbing onto the bed and situating myself against the overstuffed pillows.
Cory grinned at me like he’d won the lottery.
“Perfect.” He crawled up between my legs, kicking his pajamas onto the floor and shooting me a devious look. “Who’s the good boy now?”