My boyfriend. For real.
“Bedroom,” I gasped against his mouth.
He didn’t even bother with a verbal reply, dragging me down the hallway as we both tried to divest each other of our clothes as quickly as possible.
We didn’t even make it to the bed. We only got as far as the lounge before Cody was pulling me down onto the huge, softrug, and we were going at each other with hands and teeth and tongues. My cock throbbed against his erection as our bodies ground together, all fucking hot and hard and frantic.
Fuuuuck. I needed him. Right now.
I made a grab for the lube we’d left lying under the coffee table, throwing it towards Cody. He stilled, staring at the half-empty bottle.
“Cody?”
His gaze slid to mine, and his eyes were so fucking dark. “I want you to fuck me.”
My dick jerked, and I groaned. “Shit, Cody. Are you sure?” While we’d discussed the fact that he liked to top and bottom, we’d only fucked with him topping me so far. That was mostly because I loved the feel of his dick in my ass, and he’d never indicated otherwise. But if he wanted this?—
“I’m very fucking sure.”
“Yeah. Fuck, yeah.” Crawling over to him, I kissed him again, then dipped my head to mouth at his jaw, relishing the scratch of his thick stubble against my oversensitive lips. He groaned, pressing the lube into my hand, and I wasted no time in slicking up my fingers. Dipping my finger down to his rim, I tugged his lower lip between my teeth, biting down lightly. When I released him, I met his dark gaze, his eyes almost black with lust. He wanted this just as badly as I did.
“Jude.”
The way he ground out my name gave me fucking goosebumps. “Yeah. I know. I’m gonna make this so good for you.”
I kissed him as I opened him up, slowly and carefully. By the time I’d worked my way up to three fingers, his dick was dripping precum all over the ridges of his stomach, and his breath was coming in pants.
“Fuck. Me,” he ground out, moving onto his hands and knees. Fucking hell, what a sight he was. The broad lines of his back, decorated in ink, his gorgeous, muscular ass, those powerful thighs tensing as he held himself in place?—
“You’re so fucking hot,” I rasped, lining my cock up with his hole and pushing inside as slowly as I could manage, until I was buried balls-deep in his tight heat.
“Fuck, Jude. Move.” He arched back against me, and I did as he wanted, pulling back and then rolling my hips forwards. His groans and grunts and pants as I fucked him harder and harder were like a powerful aphrodisiac, and I knew I wasn’t going to be able to last.
I shifted, aiming for his prostate, and after a couple of missed thrusts, he let out a string of muttered swear words, his cock jerking beneath us, and I focused on hitting that spot over and over again.
“Fuckfuckfuck,” I panted. Digging my fingers into his sweat-slicked skin, I curled my body over his, snapping my hips forwards, and sank my teeth into his shoulder. His legs stiffened, and he growled out my name, his body trembling beneath me as rope after rope of cum shot from his untouched dick.
I didn’t stand a chance. I shot like a fucking rocket, straight over the edge, my vision whiting out as my dick pulsed inside him, filling him with my cum. We collapsed to the floor, gasping for breath, and lay there, completely spent.
When he shifted, muttering about the wet patch, I moved off him, groaning as my whole body protested.
“I think you broke me.”
He climbed to his feet, stretching his arms above his head, and shot me a smirk. “You didn’t have to fuck me that hard.”
“I didn’t? Because I seem to remember you were all, ‘fuck me harder, boyfriend.’”
“That was all in your head.” Moving past me, he swatted my ass, making me jump and let out a shriek that I was glad none of my teammates were around to hear. He laughed, so free and easy, swatting me again, before he glanced down at the floor with a grimace. “I think we need a new rug.”
We need a new rug.
We.
It took me a minute to form words, and when I spoke, I knew he could hear the shake in my voice. “Yeah, probably. Come here.” I tugged him to me, and he came without resistance, wrapping his arms around me as he slid his mouth over mine in a slow, lazy kiss.
When we broke apart, he dipped his head to my ear. “Let’s shower and clean up, then go to bed.” He paused, brushing a soft kiss over my skin, and then breathed one final word. “Boyfriend.”
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