6. Reese

CHAPTER 6

Reese

Cory rocked back onto my fingers, taking his cock out of my mouth long enough for me to answer, “It’s not my preference.”

The corner of his mouth twitched, and he used the side of his thumb to swipe spit from my chin.

“What is your preference?” he asked, grinding down on my hand. I had half a mind to shove another finger up his ass to answer his question, but I was beyond horny and my brain wasn’t firing on all cylinders.

“I’d rather you come on the floor while I’m fucking you into it,” I said.

He hummed, reaching between his legs and stroking his cock. The tip smeared precum across my chin.

“This has been hard for you, hasn’t it?”

Hard wasn’t the word I would have used, but it definitely wasn’t expected. It wasn’t any of the things I’d fantasized about when I’d seen Cory on the other side of the bar earlier in the night. Maybe that was my fault, clocking him as one kind of man when he was clearly something very different. The problem, though, was while it was out of the norm for me, I hadn’t hated anything. He hadn’t fought me on any concession I’d given him. He asked and the benefit for me outweighed the loss.

With one last thrust onto my hand, Cory extricated himself from my lap and sank down to his knees on the floor, threading his fingers together behind his head. I sat up, kicking my pants the rest of the way off and they joined the pile of our clothes at the foot of the bed.

“Is this what you want? Really?” he asked, eyes sparkling with mischief as if he knew the answer to the question before I did.

I swung my legs over the side of the bed and stood in front of him, fisting my cock and dragging the thick and sticky crown across his smart fucking mouth.

“Open,” I instructed, and he did it with such a natural and perfect obedience, if you’d told me the man was a dominant, I wouldn’t have believed you.

I slid my dick into his mouth, pressing his tongue down as I slipped into the heat of his throat.

“Close,” I rasped, and he sealed his lips around the base of my shaft. “Suck.”

God, did he suck. He sucked my cock like his life depended on it, hands still joined together at the back of his head. He swirled his tongue around my dick, lapping at my shaft and stretching to tease my balls until I was ready to burst.

“Do you want me to come in your mouth?” I repeated his earlier question back to him, and he rolled his eyes at me before pulling back to answer.

“I want you to come wherever you think you need to come, Reese.” He answered me like it was common sense.

It wasn’t.

The man had flipped me upside down and back again so many times I didn’t know which way was up.

“I want to come inside of you,” I said.

“On the floor then?” He arched a brow, and I reached for a condom.

“It doesn’t matter.”

“Doesn’t it?”

I tore open the wrapper and rolled the latex down my length, fighting back the urge to come all over my own hand for how sensitive I was. But he was right—it did matter, and Cory was far too pretty for the floor of an airport hotel, no matter how bougie the place was.

“Get on the bed,” I said, jerking my chin in that direction.

He did as he was told, which I should have loved, but it only served me with a complicated sense of confusion.

“You said I could only do this after you came,” I reminded him. “You said only the very best…”

“Right.” He snaked his hand around the back of my neck and pulled me up his body, bringing us into alignment. “The very best boys get my ass and you were so brave to ask me for what you wanted, weren’t you, Reese? Doesn’t that make you the best?”

“I…”

Lost for words, I squirted lube on my shaft and notched my tip against his still slick hole. He’d fucked himself on my fingers like it would have been enough to make him come, and I found myself wishing I’d let him finish in my mouth like he’d wanted in the first place.

“It’s okay,” he said before I could find the thought. “Fuck me now.”

I wanted to tell him to stop telling me what to do, but instead I did as he’d instructed, pushing into him and stretching him more open than my fingers had. Beneath me, Cory spread his legs and arched his back, moaning like a whore as I sank fully into his body.

He was so hot and so fucking tight, and my hips started to move of their own accord, fucking him with long and hard strokes that forced the breath out of his lungs. His erection slapped against his stomach, so slick and wet, and I covered the head with my hand.

“I do want you to come in my mouth,” I admitted, fucking him hard enough to throw myself over the edge of my own release. I came hard, seeing stars overlaying the shitty landscape painting drilled into the wall over the bed. I thrust into Cory through all the aftershocks of my orgasm, until the cum slipped warm and wet down the length of the condom, coating my shaft.

“I’ll come in your mouth,” he promised, using his surprisingly strong legs to flip me onto my back. “But only after I’ve gotten my fill of your ass.”