Divine.
Soft, hard, salty, masculine.
I inhaled deeply through my nose.
Coconuts and a hint of cherries that I’d stolen from his lips.
There was a tug at my scalp, and I opened my eyes to find Cody laser-focused on me. He threaded his fingers through my hair, his grip firm and entirely, wonderfully pleasurable.
I gripped him at his base in return as I popped off him and then kissed a line from above my fist to his tip, keeping my eyes on him as I went.
“Fucking seconds,” he said, and I took that as the warning it was as I pumped my hand and took him back into my mouth.
Bobbing down his length, I retreated when I met my hand, then slid my fist up him, following the retreat of my mouth. I flicked my tongue against his tip and grazed my fingernail lightly down the side of his hardness, wondering how he’d respond to the contrast.
“Fuck,”he exclaimed as his hips bucked off the bed. “So good, Liem. So good for me. I cannot believe my?—”
Positively, then.
He traded his words for an undefined curse, and I flicked my tongue against his tip again, dragged my nail back up, and he cursed once more.
Smiling, I took him deep into my mouth, my breathing exercises working well for both of us.
His hand tightened on my hair as he gritted through his teeth, “So. Good. For. Me.” He punctuated each word with the slightest push further into my mouth.
I coordinated strokes with sucks then, working him over in earnest.
It took more than a few seconds, but not many, before Cody’s hips bucked off the bed a final time, his thigh tensing under my right hand and his hardness buzzing in my left. “Liem,”he moaned loudly, drawing the word out as he flooded my mouth with his release.
I swallowed on instinct, closing my eyes in ecstasy and elation.
If I had to paint this feeling, it would all be shades of gold.
Cody’s thumb brushed over my cheekbone, and I sighed dreamily, nuzzling against his inner thigh as I looked up at him.
He smiled back as he continued to lazily trace my face, and we just existed together.
“What did you want me to do for you that you mentioned earlier?” he asked eventually.
I rubbed my cheek against his leg as I searched my memory. The taste of him in my mouth, the feel of him still gripped in my hand, and the skin beneath my cheek were all too distracting to allow for easy recollection.
But some of the fog dissipated enough that I recalled the picture I’d painted in my head. I remembered, and now I needed to see if reality matched my imagination.
“I want you to stand by the window,” I said, soaking in his hooded gaze as he kept his attention on me. “In the light.”
He furrowed his brows, and his hand fell from my face. “Umm,” he started, “can’t think when you’re holding my dick, LL.”
I released him.
He slumped his shoulders and pouted, making his reddened bottom lip prominent. “That backfired.”
I laughed and then stood up from the floor, and he stood with me before walking straight to the bay window, his round, muscular ass flexing as he went.
He positioned himself there just as I’d asked, a perfect silhouette for so long that I was compelled to reach down and touch myself through my pants, biting back a moan at the perfection of my life.
At this human in the full light of day, uncovered. Bare. Revealed to me.
Wanting to feel what he was feeling, I slid my pants down my legs and pushed them to the side with my foot.
