7. Cory

CHAPTER 7

Cory

I could easily get addicted to the way Reese fought me as if he intended to win, but then couldn’t quite figure out why he conceded in the end. The hunger he stirred in me was unlike anything I’d felt in a long time. Maybe ever. Reese had all the trappings of a dominant man, and knowing that I had him on his back, pinned underneath me was a heady feeling.

He blinked up at me, eyes owl-wide. His lips were parted. Plump. Tempting. I slanted my mouth down against his, spearing my tongue inside. Reese shoved his hand in my hair and gripped it tight. I didn’t relent in my assault on his mouth. Not when the pull of my hair made my scalp tingle. Not when a feral growl rumbled up from the depths of his chest. I kissed him harder, owning him. We were all breath and tongue and only when I bit his lip did he finally relent. He loosened the grip on my hair and I rewarded him with a pleased hum and a softening of my mouth.

My mouth was the only thing about me that was soft, though. My dick was solid as granite and weeping precum. Pulling back, I located the condoms and rolled one down my cock. Reese watched with what looked like a begrudging sort of anticipation. He took the opportunity to remove his own soiled condom, tying it off before tossing it aside. His dick was already hard again.

God, I loved a man with a short recovery time.

My own ass twinged with the memory of his cock drilling into me. God, he’d been fucking amazing. If I could make time for another round, I’d definitely let him have my ass again.

With my dick suited up, I slicked my fingers and spread Reese’s legs apart, making room for me to slot between them. There were a thousand ways I could fuck him, but I wanted him on his back. I wanted to see his face. Every little detail that I could manage to spot would be committed to memory and I fully intended on using it in future jerk-off sessions for a long time after tonight. Probably for the rest of my life.

Reese had the body of a man who worked for a living. His arms were solid and lean. His chest had a nice blanket of hair, not too much, but it thinned out to a trail that went all the way down his stomach, darkening and thickening around his navel.

“I don’t need prep,” Reese told me, spreading himself wider for me.

“Well, I do. I need you nice and loose and wet for me.”

I slid my fingers down his taint, finding his hole. I watched his expression shift as he tried to decide if he was going to let me have my way, or if he was going to walk out the door. He closed his eyes and relaxed into the bed. His cock was wet and sticky with remnants of his own release. Taking it in hand, I pressed the tip of my finger into his hole. Reese’s ass was volcano-hot and tighter than I expected. Did he ever bottom? I thought about asking him when the last time was, but I had a feeling that I was already pushing my luck. I didn’t want him skittish. I wanted him calm. Relaxed. I slid my finger in deeper, watching his facial expressions for hints of discomfort.

“You feel so good wrapped around my finger.”

Reese scoffed his disapproval at my double entendre, but said nothing. With the way I was jacking him—steady strokes that teased the head of his cock—I didn’t think he was capable of many words at the moment.

“You’re going to feel so good, Reese. You’re opening so nice for me.”

“I’m begging you to shut the fu?—”

I slid my second finger in, silencing him while also trying to walk the line between his want for no prep, and my need not to hurt him. My neglected cock throbbed, though, aching for me to drive it into him.

“Lucky for you, I don’t think I can wait anymore,” I told him, changing my mind and pulling my fingers out of his ass.

Sliding my hands behind his knees, I rolled him up like a pretzel, pointing his ass in the air. I held him there with one hand and grabbed my cock with the other. Slapping his hole a couple times, I grinned down at him.

“You have a pretty hole. A pretty cock and a pretty hole.”

He opened his mouth to respond, but my dick sliding into him forced the air from his lungs and the words from his tongue. He gaped at me, eyes wide, mouth hanging open, and then he moaned, long and low. A rumbling sound of long-lost pleasure suddenly found.

I was right. Reese felt fucking incredible wrapped around my shaft. I pressed his knees up higher, folding him more so I could tower above him as I pummeled into him. Reese lay there, panting and writhing. Desperation came to life in his eyes.

“Hold yourself open for me.” I positioned his hand behind his knee so I could grab his dick.

“Fucking hell, Cory.” He groaned and tipped his head back, elongating his throat. It made me want to lick him there. To put my fingers around his neck and hold his pulse in my hand. To look him in the eyes while I stole his breath. His orgasm. His everything.

Instead, I jerked him faster, chasing down my own release. Making good on the promise I’d given him. I watched him try to hold it together as I used every part of my body to make him fall apart.

“Are you going to come for me again?” My balls were high and tight and ready to burst, but I held back. Determined to make sure Reese was looked after first.

He shook his head. “Hurts.”

“I know it hurts, but it hurts in a good way, right? It feels like it’s going to tear you apart if you have to come again, but you’re going to come for me, Reese. You’re going to show me how much you love my cock.”

Reese whined and pulled his legs closer to himself. Every muscle in his body went tight and, for a second, he stopped breathing. Then he was shaking. Nearly crying as he came for a second time.

“That’s a good boy.” I let go of his dick. It had to be beyond sensitive by now and I put my hand over his where he held his leg open for me. I pistoned my hips, on the cusp of the release that had been building since I set eyes on him in that bar.

My orgasm slammed into me, punching the air from my chest. All I could do in that moment was ride it out as my hips snapped into him again and again, flooding the condom the way I wished I could fill his ass. I thrust until there was nothing left in me but memories, and then I collapsed forward, slanting my mouth down over his again.

Softer this time.

Sated. Almost perfectly happy. The only thing that was a blight on the night was the clock that was rapidly winding down toward sunrise.

“If you can stick around for round two, I’ll make it worth your while,” I whispered against his cheek, then held my breath and waited for his answer.