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I waketo the sensation of strong hands gliding over my skin and gentle kisses being placed down my back. My brain is still sluggish from a night of vodka shots and beer chasers, but the brief nap has helped to clear most of the fog so it doesn’t take long to remember hooking up with Cody.
So, I guess that explains the throbbing in my ass…
Under normal circumstances I prefer to top, but when I’m drunk and horny and feeling too lazy to put the work in? That’s when I’m happy to let someone else take charge.
And over the past few weeks that someone else has been Cody. This visit to LA has includedwaymore partying than my regular life in New York—which is a tad ironic seeing as how my regular life involves spending nearly every night at my bar—so having a buddy around who’s always up for some no-strings fucking has been handy.
What Cody’s doing right now feels nice, but I have no interest in being fucked again. My brain has completely rebooted now, sothere’s no chance of shutting off that circus long enough to take a dick.
Shifting away from him, I reach for my phone on the nightstand to check the time. I must not have slept very long because it’s still early—just after two am. Still early enough to arrange something a little more…stimulating.
As I scroll through my notifications, I can’t stop my mouth from curving up at the sight of three new messages on the BDSM app I use to connect with subs. Two are from people I’ve never interacted with before, and one is from a guy I had a very fun afternoon with last week. There’s also a text from Jonny, an old sub who relocated to LA last year; we’ve caught up a couple times over the past few weeks, and I wouldn’t say no to another go round.
Well, damn. I’m popular tonight…
Before I can decide which sub to set up some playtime with, I notice my text exchange with Piper has a dot next to it, indicating a new message.
Piper Grimsay
No need to book a flight. The jet’s waiting whenever you’re ready
I blink at the text for a moment before sliding farther across the bed and swinging my legs down, straightening up so I’m sitting on the side of the bed. The new position might be more comfortable but it hasn’t done much for the unease twisting inside me. Piper assured me her news wasn’t anything dire, but if she’s gone to the trouble of arranging for Dad’s jet to pick me up the situation must be more urgent than I was imagining.
I frown in thought as I run through all the information at hand, finally able to push the worry aside as I let common sense prevail. If the situation were truly worth freaking out aboutshe wouldn’t have given me such an ambiguous, open-ended deadline. And I’d likely have at least three more texts and several voicemails telling me to move my ass. Besides, based on the time she sent the text it looks as though the jet was already on the west coast for some other reason.
But even with this reassurance, I decide to get moving straight away. I don’t want to inconvenience the flight crew any further and I’m dying to know what Piper’s news is. After doing a quick calculation of the flight duration, time difference, and the amount of time it’ll take for me to get to the airport I decide to arrange for a five am departure—that’ll get me to LaGuardia by early afternoon, so I can meet Piper for lunch.
I send a quick email to Dad’s concierge team, knowing someone will read it within about five minutes and make the necessary arrangements. Then I set my phone back on the nightstand, unable to hold back the regretful sigh that escapes my lips—I won’t have time for a play session after all.
“Everything alright, babe?” Cody asks from where he’s stretched out on the bed next to me.
“Yeah, it’s fine.” I glance back at him. “You should probably get going, though.”
He arches a brow at me. “I was kind of hoping to stay until morning…”
I give an indifferent shrug. “Whatever. Stay if you want.” It doesn’t make much difference to me seeing as I’ll be leaving as soon as I’m packed, and I can’t imagine Star will have a problem with Cody crashing in her pool house.
I twist back around and stretch my muscles out. I’m about to get to my feet when I feel Cody move up behind me, his hands sliding over my chest.
“Since we have all night, what about another round?” he murmurs.
I shake my head. “No thanks. I’m good.”
“Are you sure about that?” he teases, his hand slipping south to close around my stiffening cock.
I bite on my lip to hold back a hiss of pleasure, then wait several moments to ensure my voice is steady when I tell him, “Yeah, I’m sure. We’re not fucking again.”
He must believe me this time, because he releases my cock. “Why? You’re clearly up for it.”
“Because I’m not drunk anymore.”
He lets out a wry little snort. “I can’t tell you how flattering that is.”
I can’t help releasing a grunt of irritation. We’ve been friends for years; this isn’t breaking news. “You know what I mean. I don’t bottom when I’m sober.”
“You seem to really like it, though.”
