When Cody’s cock finally springs free, my lips curve into a smile. The sight of him excites me. He’s bigger than anyone I’ve had before. Fuller. He’s…honestly a little intimidating. But it’s not going to stop me from feeling him inside of me. God, I want all of him. So badly, and I don’t even know how that’s possible when I’ve already had an orgasm.
My eyes finally move to his again, and I find him looking drunk at the sight of me. My breasts, exposed and waiting for his touch. Waiting for his mouth.
In seconds, he’s back on the bed, climbing over me, and the first thing I do when his lips cup over my hard nipple is feel him. I take his member in my hands, reminding myself that, yup, he truly is massive, and I stroke along his shaft as his tongue flicks around my nipple. Even though he moans as he sucks on the bud and squeezes his hands all over me, he doesn’t move any quicker. He’s still taking his time, and it is utterly maddening. Especially when I try guiding him lower, edging him inside of me, but he halts just as the tip of his dick is right there, feeling how wet I am for him.
“God, Cody, please,” I utter, quivering underneath him, stroking his cock with everything I’ve got. I’ll persuade him to stop the teasing any way I can.
Hovering his face inches from mine, he gives me an adorable hooded smile. “Y’know—I kind of like it when you beg.” His voice is husky. Thick. I press my hips into him in response, seconds away from pouting at him like a pathetic child.
“Dammit, Cody,” I bite out, clawing his hair and forcing him to kiss me so I can bite hard on his lower lip. He reactsimmediately to my assertiveness, and finally, he plunges inside of me, not taking his time any longer. Cody fills me up in one powerful motion that makes me scream and dig my nails into his shoulders. He’s deep. And he fills me up perfectly. “Yes!”
“Holy fuck,” he whispers, kissing me again, but it’s a bit of a collision with our mouths more than it’s a real kiss, because we are bothwaytoo focused on how incredible it feels to be joined together like this.
I drunkenly think we must be made for each other. Everything he does makes me want to scream. Cry. Claw his back raw. It’s the way he holds me. The way he looks into my eyes even as he moves from kissing my lips to kissing down my neck. The way he makes me moan. With Milo, sometimes I moanedforhim, to make sure he knew I was enjoying myself. To reassure him I was into it. It’s completely different with Cody. With Cody, I can’t fucking help it.
I didn’t know sex could be like this. I didn’t know it could feel so freeing. I don’t have much experience other than Milo. I can’t believe I’ve wasted so much time thinking sex was mainly for a man’s satisfaction. I’ve never been put first. I’ve never been handled with so much care.
I’ve never felt like this.
He slides out of me nearly all the way, and I force him back in with my hips, bringing my pelvis into his, making sure I don’t lose this connection. I need this. I have to have it. Him. Sliding so deeply inside of me, pushing my entire body closer to the headboard with each incredible thrust.
He moves with the perfect speed. Still, he’s not making this about him. His eyes watch me intently as he delves in and out of me. He’s trying to figure me out. He wants to see all and any of my microexpressions. He wants to make sure I’m pleasured. He likes seeing me like this. I don’t know how he does it. How he’s able to hold back from turning into a jackhammer.
I strain to open my eyes and meet his gaze, but it’s hard not to close them and drift completely away to the feeling of him. I clutch him tightly. He clutches me back. We press into each other, over and over and over again. My heart is pounding. My core is building yet again…somehow…
“Do you like that, Darcy?” he asks in that sexy, gravely tone as he thrusts into me, and I moan.
“Yes, Cody.” I dig my nails into his back. “Yes!”
Growling, he slips out of me so suddenly that I cannot even process what’s happening until he’s flipped me over and has me on my hands and knees on the mattress, and he’s mounted behind me, grabbing my hips like his life depends on it. I’m about to get mad again that he’s not inside of me, but then there he is again, the sweet relief I need. I slam a hand to the headboard as he rams into me. “Harder,” I whine out, desperate. As he plunges into me, I reel my ass back into him feverishly. The fullness of him is almost too much, but that’s just how I want it.
He gives me just what I ask for, and he bends his body over my arched back and presses me onto my stomach on the bed, and he bites my earlobe. “Like—this?” he asks between the ramming movements of his hips as his cock hits me and fills me and stretches me in all the right ways.
“Mhmm,” I say, holding back because if I try to form a whole word, I know I’ll just end up screaming loud enough for everyone in the hall to hear. There’s another rising stirring inside of me. It’s hot and fast. I’m going to come undone. It’s like Cody knows it, too, even though I don’t say anything. Suddenly, he’s slamming into me, just the tiniest bit faster, and he hits in just the right spot to have me spiraling, tipped over the edge, in seconds. I don’t hold back as the scream escapes me, and my body convulses under him. He bites my earlobe and groanshastily into the crook of my neck a second later, and I know he’s come, too.
He slides out of me, and I can hardly move as he lays beside me and kisses my shoulder. I’m spent. So fucking spent. Full of bliss. I don’t even feel drunk anymore. Not from alcohol, anyway. I’m merely drunk on Cody.
It’s too surreal to be lying next to him like this, so I let out a giggle. He grins at me, and I can tell he’s reading my thoughts.
“Darcy, Darcy, Darcy,” he says, making atskingnoise and slowly shaking his head at me. “What have we done?”
“I don’t even know,” I admit. “But I do know what I’d like to do now?” I realize it comes out as a question even though I wanted to sound more confident, like he couldn’t possibly tell me no. How can I still be nervous around him after what we just did?
“Oh yeah?” He raises an eyebrow as we both try to catch our breath.
I nod. “What would you say to a shower?”
He strokes some hair from my face and kisses the tip of my nose. “I’d say that sounds fucking perfect.”
“I hopeyou don’t think I’ve been planning or wanting this to happen,” Cody says softly, his breath tickling my ear as we lay under the still-damp sheets after our long, steamy shower, curled up together. “Don’t get me wrong—I’ve always thought you were beautiful. But I don’t want you to think that I was only in it for just a quick, drunk fuck. I know that’s what it might’ve seemed like, but?—”
“Calm down, Cody.” I smile despite the fact that he can’t see me since my heads on his bare chest, my fingers twirling throughhis perfect patch of chest hair. “We’re both adults. We consented to this. I know this was just a one-night situation. I’m fine with that. It was… nice.Reallynice.”
Cody is quiet for a beat. “Yeah… Yeah, it was. I just want to make sure you feel okay about it. I don’t want you to think this is the kind of thing where I’m gonna leave before you’ve even caught your breath. If that’s okay with you.”
There’s something about the tone of his voice that makes me pause. I swallow thickly. “It’s more than okay,” I say, looking up at him under my lashes. “I want you here.”
He kisses my forehead. “Good. I want to be here.”
