Ever since my Dezi—the world’s Cody—came back into the orbit of my fascination.
Since those few times he showed up last fall when he was able to get off the cruise ship, returning a little changed each time.
But he was always so beautiful. So strong and good. So loyal.
When his spirit dimmed further with each visit, I suspected that it was more than just stress over his family, over Bree, causing it. I’d wanted to care for him, to pull him to me as he did me to him now. To get his body underneath me and force the stress from it.
But I couldn’t. It hadn’t been our place or our time.
So instead, I breathed.
I breathed through the months, the aches, and the longing. And during one of those guided exhales, I finally found myself here. With my legs wrapped around my fascination, who was both feverish and exalted, and with the taste of cherries pulled from his lush lips coating my own.
“Skin. I need your skin.” I tugged the hair at his nape, emphasizing my desperation.
Cody guided me off him then and pushed his hands under my shirt, his mossy hazel eyes on me as he pulled it over my head. He threw it onto the armchair in the corner without looking and then pulled off his own shirt, which followed the flight path of mine.
I drank him in, and my mouth immediately watered.
He was just so… expansive, and I was surprised to discover that I was glad he’d kept his shirt on in class.
I laid my hand over his bare chest, over his heart. His beautiful, golden skin flexed under my touch, like the sun casting its light on the flower tattoos on my fingers. I pressed them into his skin, one at a time, imagining them opening, blooming in his radiance.
This was for me.
“I love the way you look at me, Liem,” he whispered, his voice cracking on my name.
I pulled my gaze away from our blooms and up to his face as I trailed my hand down the center of his chest to the waistband of his jeans. “I like the way you look at me too.” I tugged on his jeans. “But please don’t make me beg, Dezi. I’m afraid I’m not up for it.”
He pushed his jeans to the floor along with his boxers. I followed the movement, resting my forehead on his chest as I looked down, losing oxygen as I gasped like a maiden.
He was stunning all over.
I’d felt him before, of course, but I’d never seen him in his full glory.
I rested my open palm below his belly button, his erection jutting out beneath it. I licked my lips, then forced another seven-count breathing pattern through me before I asked, “Can you do something else for me?”
We were like the Gulf tide crashing against the shore at a rapid pace before retreating again with gentle laps, only to crank up the intensity at the changing of the wind.
The contrasts, along with the ebbs and flows, were delicious and maddening.
“Liem,” Cody groaned before laughing huskily, the perfect sound to describe that thought. “You’re going to be the one making me beg, aren’t you?”
I stroked the side of my index finger down his length. “Hopefully.”
He convulsed, and a bead of precum appeared at his tip, which I gathered on my thumb as I asked conversationally, “How quickly do you think you’ll come the first time?”
His head dropped back. “Seconds, LL. Fucking seconds.”
I smiled at his honest answer, but my smile faded when I took in his clenched fists. I wanted to play with him, but not to the point of true torture. “Can you sit on the bed for me?”
He gripped my waist, reversed our positions, and then sat on the edge of the bed.
My heart, which I’d just calmed enough to think, beat wildly against my chest at the sudden adrenaline as I sank to my knees, grasped and widened his firm thighs, and took him straight into my mouth, just as he had done to me.
Andoh,it was pure ecstasy. My eyes fluttered shut, and I just held him in my mouth, trying to register it all. The feel. The texture.
The taste.
