He batted his eyes like some fucking starlet in a movie before he turned around and slid his pants down, revealing his perfect ass peeking out of his jockstrap. I almost shoved my face into it. “I’m training that ass next. But not today. Turn around and show me that thick cock.”
Cody turned and leaned his back against the post. He pulled his cock out and gripped it with his hand.
I hummed my approval as Cody tugged on his dick. Fuck, he looked so good standing there, gripping his big cock; his thick thighs flexing as he steadied himself against the pole.
I fell to my knees, pushed his hand away, and gripped his cock; spitting on it to make it slick as I stroked it. His eyes closed, and he leaned his head against the post. I no longer knew what I was doing. I wasn’t stroking his cock because this was part of the plan to ruin Hank. I was doing it because I wanted to.
His cock looked delicious, and I couldn’t help myself. I sucked it down, pushing it as far as it could go. I’d never sucked a cock before, but Cody did such a good job. I wasn’t about to let him show me up. I pushed it deep, his length sliding to the very back of my throat. He released a long, low moan. His precum tasted like the sweetest mix of salt and bitterness. Never had I wanted to taste something as bad as I wanted to taste his cum. He gripped the back of my head and started fucking my mouth. I gripped the sides of his meaty thighs to withstand the impact. Cody was getting bold and dominant. I decided to let it slide.Just this once.
He called out my name as his release filled my mouth. It tasted better than I even imagined. His thrusting matched the timing of his release, pumping down my throat, and I rolled my eyes back and just took it. We were both sluts like that.
Once he finished, I stood up. He leaned in for a kiss, and I put my hand over his mouth.
“Nope. We’re not boyfriends. You’re my fuckboy and this is our arrangement.”
His lust morphed into hurt, and sadness flashed through his eyes. He nodded in defeat, his eyes looking at the floor as he said, “C-can we do this again?”
I had him. Cody was mine.
I shrugged and said, “Sure, if you’re a good boy.” He scowled, and I couldn’t help but laugh. “Now let’s shower. You have to drive me home, bitch.”
Chapter 19
Cody
Rafael skull-fucked me in the locker room of a public ice-skating rink right before he drained my cock like his mouth was a Hoover vacuum.
Needless to say, I was an emotional wreck.
What was I doing? I’d gone off the fucking rails and was careening into a brick wall with Rafael’s face graffitied on it. Did I have no dignity? He called me pathetic. Then, I let him tie me to a fucking pole and choke me with his dick.
Which I loved.
More than loved. I’d spent the last four days yearning for more. I lingered too close to Rafael, hoping he’d give me a signal that he wanted to take me to the shed out back, tie me up, and pound the living daylights out of me.
I went fucking feral when he shoved his fingers down my throat. That feeling of being entirely at his mercy and used for his pleasure was a toxic mix of something I’d never known I wanted. The way he looked at me when he fucked my throat. He looked so mean. It was perfect.Hewas perfect.
Rafael is perfect.
Oh no…
No, whatever this was had to be strictly sexual. It was a kink. I was just a little kinky.Who knew?Rafael. How did he read me like a book? He handled me with such confidence, such ownership. Everything he said turned me into a puddle on the floor.
He said I was his, and I couldn’t deny my desire to be his. Maybe it could be something more? Eventually?
No. It couldn’t be. He wouldn’t kiss me and spent the next four days avoiding me. Rafael made it very clear—it was nothing but sex. Afterward, he turned back into a scowling little prick.
And he was drinking.
I knew he had liquor hidden in his room. Yes, I snuck in and searched for it. I also looked through his laundry basket. I also stole a dirty jock.
Jesus, who really has the problem here?
“Earth to Cody. Are you high or something?”
Asher’s question pulled me out of my mental spiral. “Huh?”
He rolled his eyes as he fidgeted with the game controller. “Dude, you’ve been sitting there like a zombie for half an hour. You’ve barely said a word. What’s up?”
