“Show me.”
He gathered the slick precome from his cock and coated his fingers with it. One hand on his cock, stroking up and down just beneath the cockhead without palming it. The other, middle finger slicked with his arousal, pressed into the heat of his asshole. It went in easily enough to the first knuckle. His cock convulsed, balls tightening. More precome slipped out, and when he finally let his grip slide up and over the head of his prick, there was no more holding back. No teasing, no hesitating, nothing but the frantic, frenzied ride toward orgasm.
He wasn’t even hitting his prostate in this position—just the sensation of his slippery finger stretching the tender, sensitive ring of his sphincter was enough right now to send ejaculate boiling up and out of his balls. It exploded from him with a force hard enough to send his eyes rolling back in his head. Spurt after spurt of hot fluid jetted from him, spattering his belly, his chest…his own fucking face, his mouth, and the taste of it, that musky, ocean flavor, pushed another wave of ecstasy through him.
Panting, muscles aching, Reese fell back against the chair with his hands at his sides. He didn’t want to move. Couldn’t.
Maybe he’d fucking died, he thought with his eyes closed, trying to catch his breath.
He lost track of the time he spent that way, but it must’ve been a few minutes because a soft touch on his knee opened his eyes. Corinne knelt in front of him, a warm wet cloth in one hand that she used to stroke along his skin. Cleaning him up. Taking care of him. When she’d finished, she got up to lean over him.
She kissed his mouth gently. “Thank you, puppy, that was gorgeous.”
“I want to do for you,” Reese said, though he couldn’t manage to make himself get up.
“Don’t worry,” Corinne answered. “You will.”
Chapter Thirty-Three
Corinne had not allowed Reese to give her an orgasm last night, not after watching him provide that glorious display. He’d been clearly exhausted after, and even though she’d been so turned on her thighs had been coated with slickness from her hungry, craving pussy, she’d instead forced them both to take a hot shower and go to sleep. She’d known he’d make it up to her, and besides, she hadn’t told him that she’d come all on her own while watching him fuck his fist.
He’d started with serving her breakfast in bed, which had been a decadent treat. Then he’d gone down on her until she’d come twice, and after that he’d fucked her to another orgasm. Well worth the late start on sightseeing.
They’d spent the rest of the morning being tourists. Corinne had never explored Philadelphia, and Reese, despite living there, had never bothered either. They saw the Liberty Bell, the Betsy Ross House, Independence Hall. They’d grabbed lunch at the Reading Terminal Market. Barbecue brisket sandwiches, thick cut fries, and large chocolate shakes.
Now they were making the rounds of shops and bars on South Street. Holding hands. Stopping to look in store windows. Behaving like idiots, Corinne thought fondly as she made Reese pose for a selfie in front of a particularly funky splash of street art.
Across the street, a giant sign for CondomLand caught her eye. Next to it, though, was another shop. Smaller sign, but a better window display.
“Wow…is that what I think it is?” She pointed at the black leather bondage suit on the mannequin and shot Reese a gleeful grin.
Reese snorted softly. “Yeah. I’m sure. Please don’t tell me you want me to wear one of those.”
“Is that your hard limit?” She stood on her toes to kiss him.
“It might be.”
She tugged his hand. “Let’s go in anyway.”
He sighed but complied, following her across the street and into the shop, which did not fail to delight her as much from the inside as it had from out. Long shelves lit with neon featured a plethora of sex toys in packaging ranging from discreet and classy to outlandish and porny. Something for every taste. Different racks held costumes and clothing, while an upstairs loft promised more treasures. While she hadn’t planned this, Corinne already had a purchase in mind when she started toward the back wall with Reese in tow.
The first time around, there’d been no fancy sex shops for her to peruse. There’d been a few adult video stores in town, but they’d been seedy and gross. She’d done her ordering from an online catalog, hoping that the products she had to order sight—and fit—unseen would work.
“What are you looking for?” Reese asked.
“Something for you.”
“Oh, man.” He laughed, sounding embarrassed.
She looked at him, taking in the jeans, the button-down with the sleeves rolled to his elbows, the athletic shoes. The baseball cap. He looked so different than the all-black-wearing club kid he’d been, and different, too, from the high-powered business mogul he’d turned into. The frat-boy look made him seem younger.