Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 79147 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 396(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79147 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 396(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
His eyes widen, and he bites his lip.
I like knowing how eager he is to do this.
I squeeze some lube onto his cock and then set the bottle beside us.
“I think I deserve to bottom a little,” I say, “especially after being with a greedy power bottom for three years.”
Cody beams. “I mean, you gotta do what you gotta do. I’m just here to help,” he says over-dramatically, trying to make his selfish motives abundantly clear.
I laugh.
I crawl back and grab onto his cock, positioning it right at my hole.
Cody strokes a hand up and down my side as I descend onto his girth, adjusting to it.
I take deep breaths.
“God, I don’t know how Finn could fucking take both of us,” I say.
I’m impressed enough that he was able to get Cody’s in without having trouble.
As he fills me, I shift up and down until he’s comfortably within me.
Cody grabs my hips and moves in sync with me.
I roll my head back, enjoying the feelings that move through me as his girth stimulates my nerves, the sensations spreading throughout my body.
“Kick your legs out,” he says.
I obey and he rolls forward, wrapping his arms around my thighs as he gets on his knees and starts fucking me.
He rubs his hand across my stomach and down to my cock, grabbing it firmly, and rubbing it just enough to drive me crazy as fuck.
I appreciate that sparkle in his eyes—how much he’s enjoying it. I close my eyes to just appreciate the experience when I feel him pull out.
Disappointment races through me.
“That felt so good,” I say. “Get back inside.”
“Get on your knees and turn around,” he says. “That’s one of my favorite positions. I want to enjoy that tight ass of yours.”
Not gonna argue with that logic.
I roll over and get on my knees, facing the foot of the bed. He crawls behind me and slides his hand around my side to my abdomen; he presses the head of his dick against my hole. He leans down so that his chest is pressed against my back.
Kissing behind my ear, he whispers, “You ready for me to make you shoot across the fucking room?”
“Hell yeah.”
He moves in steadily once again.
“God, you feel so fucking good,” I say.
He slides his hands under my arms and moves them up my chest, bringing them around to the back of my head so that my arms are locked in place.
I’m totally his right now.
He leans back, and I’m forced to go with him as that hard cock reaches deep, shoving up against my prostate.
“Oh, fuck, Cody!” I cry.
His hot breath slams against the back of my neck with each breath he takes as he builds into his stride. It’s driving me crazy that I can’t jerk off with my hands over my head like this, but I don’t want to stop this sensation of being totally his as he dominates me with his cock.
The slap of his pelvis against my ass fills the room as he takes what’s his.
I’m rising higher and higher.
If I could just grab my cock, I would be shooting in no time, but I like how this delays it.
And then I can tell by the pressure in my shaft, the way my balls constrict, that I don’t need to touch it.
Is this really happening?
“Fuck!” I scream as come shoots from the head of my dick all over the bed.
“Oh, yeah. Fuck, yeah,” he cries as he offers a final thrust and bites at my neck.
He jerks slightly, I assume the lingering effects of his orgasm.
“Holy fucking shit, Cody,” I say. “I’ve never fucking shot like that before.”
He kisses my cheek, and I can feel him grinning. “Told you I could make you shoot across the room.”
He grabs my shaft and moves his hand up and down it, collecting what come remains on it in his palm. “Mmmm,” he says. “You better lock this shit down while you can.”
I chuckle and turn to him, and we share a serious look before I kiss him again, appreciating how much better he made this night—something I desperately needed after Lance was such an asshole.
26
Cody
“So…I think I’m kind of in a relationship with Hayden,” I tell Travis as we finish getting dressed in the locker room at the gym. We basically spent the weekend in the condo. We got up Saturday, and he made crêpes for breakfast that were pretty fucking incredible. We binge watched one of the earlier seasons of Friends. I drew more Math Man, and he did more ridiculous math that I don’t understand.
He blew me.
I blew him.
It was basically the best weekend in existence.
“Cool,” Travis finally replies after applying his deodorant.
“Cool? I’ve known you for a few years and this is the first time I’m telling you I’m sort of in a relationship with someone and all you say is ‘cool?’ ”