“It’s none of your business!” I drop my gaze, hiding from his scrutiny, and another thrill passes through me at what I discover.
He’s hard.
And I’m so wet... Feverish with need, dazed by his presence, desperate for another night. Desperate to nip this topic in the bud and stop him asking uncomfortable questions.
“The lines we crossed two weeks ago aren’t as significant as those you’re trying to cross now.” Without thinking, I run my fingers along the obvious bulge and squeeze gently, but he grabs my wrist, forcing my hand away. “Stop asking questions, Cody. I promise I’m not worth it. Take a step back, and... if you want to cross lines, stick to those we already crossed.”
Feeling bold, I wriggle my hand free and move it back where I started, though this time I slip my fingers inside his sweats and grasp the base of his thick, warm shaft, pumping slowly.
He falls forward, bracing one arm on the wall, eyes hooding over as his primitive need takes center stage.
“Should I stop?”
“Fuck no,” he groans, thrusting into my touch. “Good job derailing the conversation.”
I watch a restless muscle feather his chiseled jaw, my blood growing hotter, my mind skipping ahead to him using me to get off. I love how quickly he can lose control and seize it back whenever he wants.
Rising on my toes, I lean in, my warm breath fanning his ear. “I’d do this faster with my mouth.”
With another low groan, he loops one arm under my butt, hauling me into his arms, a beer still in the other hand that he promptly sets aside as we step into his condo.
“I’ve imagined fucking that sweet no-gag-reflex throat of yours since you swallowed me down. You got anything to say?”
A small smile twists my lips when he sets me on his bedroom floor, ever so carefully. I shimmy out of my dress straps, tugging it down to expose my boobs.
“Don’t come in my mouth.”
“The only place I’ll come will be your pussy.” He drops a pillow by the wall. “Lose the heels and kneel.”
I find it incredibly endearing that he’s worried about me bruising my knees. I don’t know why that’s so sweet, but the soft dom vibes I’m getting from him make me melt.
I whip my hair over one shoulder and look up, loving the sight of Cody’s strong thighs and long, thick cock proudly standing to attention, begging for my touch.
“You’re sure you’re okay letting me do this?” he asks, his voice low, hoarse. The sentence ends with a groan when I angle my neck so it’s easier for him to slide in. “Words, B.”
“Yes, I’m sure.” Giving him a quick reminder of what my lips feel like wrapped around him, I swallow him down and slip him back out, looking up. “Do your worst.”
He grabs my hand, setting it over his thigh. “Tap out if I’m taking it too far.”
“I won’t.”
His nostrils flare, and his patience wears off.
I might be coming across as experienced, but the truth is, despite having a lot of meaningless sex, I’ve gone down on two other men total, and I never allowed either of them to use me the way I want Cody to use me.
Seeing the abyss of his black pupils, hearing his breath falter, those low, primitive groans... it’s unlike any euphoria I’ve experienced. It’s addictively freeing, letting him do as he pleases.
I feelsafedespite handing over control.
Maybe because he’s fixated on consent. Or because of those soft dom vibes and how his eyes lose their hard edge when he looks down at me... or maybe because I’m so into him I want all he offers.
He slides in all the way, legs bucking as he sucks in a harsh breath. I love when he does that. I love those audible, primal sounds he can’t control.
“You really don’t have a gag reflex,” he says, staring like I hold the answers to life’s most important questions. “Fuck, baby... you’re beautiful on your knees.”
Slowly, he pulls out, then slides back in, my cheeks purposely hollow, my tongue curled to lick the underside as he sets a pace. Another pleasant sensation spreads inside me when Cody cradles the back of my head, so it won’t bang against the wall with every thrust.
I’m shaking, grinding my thighs together, searching for a bit of friction the faster he pumps, chasing his climax. The guttural moans falling from his lips drive me incoherent.
