I don’t know why I do it, but I know I need to make him mine. I close the space between us and kiss him. I kiss him deep and slow, like he’s the only person in the world. Because to me, he is the only person in the world. His hand snakes around my waist, and the warmth of his skin is intoxicating. I think I might be addicted to it.
It feels good. Too good. In a single instant, I want much,muchmore.
The kissing deepens. I climb on top and straddle him. There’s so much heat between us. I can feel his dick hardening as I press my throbbing groin into his, desperate to feel any sort of friction as I move and start kissing, sucking, biting his neck. He makes all the right noises and grips me tighter. He whispers my name, and I sense his brain is trying to hesitate while his body is telling him, “Fuck that.”
I’m not stopping. I won’t. I don’t want that, and I know he doesn’t either.
“Get this off,” I demand as I pull away for a moment and forcefully tug on his shirt. I want to feel more heat. I want to be tossed right into the fire that only Cody and I can make.
He listens quickly to my demand and makes me do the same, and in a flurried moment, we’re both shirtless—me with my bra still on—and pressed against each other as much as we can be on the couch like this with our bottom halves still clothed.
I am so grateful for Cody. I can’t get over what he did for me. He protected me. He… Hecaresabout me. Can he really think he’s not cared about, in return, by me?
A smile stretches my lips as I keep kissing and grabbing at him, an eagerness washing over me. I think I knowjusthow to show him that I care about him, too.
But I don’t make any moves to get down to business straight away. I’m too obsessed with this current moment. With the taste of him, even with his split lip. The way he’s clinging to me. The way he’s matching my speed, yet again, always being so careful with me.
It’s such a fucking turn-on.
Finally, I pull away from him and climb off his lap. I don’t miss the look of surprise on his face as he gazes up at me, his eyes moving unconsciously to my bra-restricted breasts that heave with each breath I take as I gaze longingly down at him, biting my lower lip, hungry.
I drop to my knees and spread his apart so I can kiss his glistening abs. I lick them, too, drinking him up as I hastily unbutton his pants and sit back on my ass to tug them off of him, the two of us smiling like fucking fools at each other.
His briefs come off at the same time, and before me is this god of a man, naked and desperate for me. My touch. My kisses.
My mouth.
I stare excitedly at his cock, seeing it more up close than I did the first time. He’s so fuckinghard. So eager. He’s been inside of me, but not this part of me. And he wants itbad. AndI’mthe one making him feel this way.God, it’s so thrilling. I throb with overwhelming desire. Longing. Possession. Neediness.Cody is mine. Mine, mine, mine.
First, I grip him with both of my hands, which have long since thawed from being out in the snow. Cody warmed me up in a millisecond, and it would seem that I had the same effect on him.
“You’re so fucking huge,” I whisper, mesmerized at the way my hands fit around him as he groans. Milo—or maybeanyother guy—who knows?—would be grabbing the back of my head and pushing my face toward their dick by now. But not Cody. He’s patient. He wants to live in the moment as much as I do.
“Darcy.”
His whisper drives me up a wall, and I can’t wait any longer to put my mouth to his shaft. At first, I kiss, slowly, agonizingly softly, all the way up and down it.
“Jesus,” he sighs and sinks deeper into the leather of the sofa, his cock twitching.
I’m too eager to do much more teasing. But still, mainly because I want to taste him, I trail my tongue up his shaft, moving slowly, then I sneak a peek up at him before taking the glistening head of his penis into my cupped mouth.
At this, he tenses and grabs onto my hair. Not too hard, but enough to tangle his fingers in it. And I love it. I love his every twitch. Squirm. Contented sigh. I know right then and there that I don’t want to stop until he comes into my mouth. I want to make this all about him.
“Darcy,” he says in a loud, sudden way that’s jarring enough to make me take him out of my mouth. I see the horrified expression on his face and wonder what I did wrong, but then I hear it: the sound of a key in the door.
“Shit!” I whisper-cry, letting Cody help me to my feet as we scramble to grab a throw blanket and cover ourselves up with it before Maya walks in and sees something that will scar her for life,farworse than the cut on her forehead.
I sit next to Cody on the sofa, both of us panting but covered by the blanket in the nick of time before Maya and Louis stumble into the room.
“Whoa!” Maya exclaims, making Cody and I share a guilty look before acknowledging Maya, who is standing with Louis, both of their eyes wide as saucers. “No fucking way!” Maya takes a single step closer, but Cody holds out his hand, looking like he’s in physical pain as he scrunches up his face. “Stop! Please! Um. You—you might not want to come any closer.”
Maya’s lips curl back in disgust as Louis starts cracking up.
“Again?!” Maya muses aloud as she begins to pace. “I knew it. Iknewit! The tension between you two is insane. I knew you wouldn’t be able to keep your hands off of each other.” She’s hardly even bothered by what she has just interrupted. I wonder if she has any idea…
Suddenly, she snaps her head back to us, her brows furrowing. “Wait, when did you guys make up? Did I just interrupt your makeup kiss? Oh shit, I’m sorry. Let me get out of—” She starts to leave, dragging Louis along with her, but I call after her before she can take more than a couple of steps.
“Maya, wait!”
