Chapter 5
CHAPTER 5
CODY
It felt as if I was walking on air for the rest of the night and the following day. I could hardly believe it. My date with Ben had been great. Better than great. He was hot, funny, and interested in me. He’d picked up the check without hesitation. I wasn’t after him for money. It was the gesture that mattered. And he’d asked me for a second date. A "movie and chill" kind of date. The kind of date where, at least as far as I understood it, having sex was definitely on the table. Butterflies fluttered through my stomach. It had been far too long since I’d gotten laid, for one, but also, I felt drawn to Ben in a way I hadn’t expected. I really liked him, even though we’d only just met, and I was looking forward to getting to know more of him. A lot more.
The next day was Friday–Valentine’s Day–and I spent most of it recapping our dinner to Sophia—again.
"Did I tell you his favorite dinosaur is Quetzalcoatlus?" I asked about ten minutes before it was time to go home.
Sophia rolled her eyes. "Approximately six billion times."
Holding up my hands in a surrender gesture, I apologized. "Sorry. Sheesh, you’d think I was personally insulting you or something."
She let out a long sigh. "Cody. Darling. Listen carefully. We talked about your date at length last night. And again this morning. And at lunch. And you’re still talking about it. It’s fine—I’m excited for you—but if you tell me one more time that he was an only child who prefers hockey over baseball, I might scream."
"Okay, okay."
She put her hand on my forearm. "Sorry," she said gently. "I’m really excited for you to have this second date tonight, and I’m looking forward to hearing every last second of it when you text me to debrief tomorrow."
I nodded and smiled at her softly. "Thanks."
"Now it’s time to clock out. Go get your man."
A snort escaped me. “I’ll see what I can do.”
It didn’t take me long to get home, shower, and change. I wasn’t due at his house until seven, though—plenty of time to pace my apartment and overthink. As I started to try finding something to do, my phone buzzed with an incoming text that made me jump.
Ben: I’m home early. If you want to come by sooner than we planned, you’re welcome to. No pressure though.
I grinned and fired off a response.
Cody: See you soon.
I arrived at his apartment less than an hour later, a jumble of nerves in the pit of my stomach threatening to overtake me. I stood at his door and took a few deep breaths before knocking.
"Coming," he called from inside. A moment later, the door swung open, Ben smiling broadly on the other side. He wore a fitted gray t-shirt and jeans, his dark hair damp and tousled as if he’d just gotten out of the shower, and his feet were bare. His casual, comfortable look made my stomach flutter again. The kiss we’d shared had been the best kiss of my life—I’d never felt sparks quite like that with anyone—and I was both excited and nervous to see where the night took us.
"Come on in," he said, stepping aside.
I glanced around as I entered, not sure what to do with myself. "This place is great."
"Thanks," he said, closing the door behind us. "I have a roommate, but he’s gone for the night."
"No pressure," I teased him.
"Hey," he said, holding his hands up in mock defense. "It’s just a movie and chill, right?"
I gathered my courage and stepped close to Ben, putting a hand on his hip. "Something like that.”
He lowered his head and kissed me quickly. "I’m sure we’ll figure it out. Happy Valentine’s Day, by the way.” He pointed to his dining room table where a bouquet of flowers sat. “I got you something.”
I let out a soft laugh. “Seriously?”
He shrugged. “Why not?”
“I don’t think I’ve ever had someone get me flowers for Valentine’s Day,” I confessed.
Ben dropped his voice to a low murmur. “I’m glad to be your first.”
A few minutes later, we were curled up on his couch as Ben flipped through streaming services, trying to find a movie. "What do you like?"
"Nothing too violent," I said. "I’m not really into horror or action."
Ben let out a dramatic gasp. "What does that leave?"
I rolled my eyes and poked him in the ribs. "I’m sure we can find something. Comedy, maybe? Drama?"
"Nothing too serious," he countered.
"How about a rom-com then?"
Ben side-eyed me for a second. "Only if I get to pick. How about a classic?"
"Deal." It wasn’t long until he had You’ve Got Mail starting on the TV. I laughed when I realized what he’d picked.
"What?"
"It’s perfect. Exactly what I had in mind."
He pulled me closer as the movie began. "Just goes to show you, we’re totally in sync."
As the movie began, I curled into his side and tried to focus on the screen, despite the way his fingers were drawing slow circles on my shoulder and upper arm, giving me goose bumps. Maybe thirty minutes into the movie, I glanced over and Ben leaned in for a kiss, pressing his warm lips to mine gently and placing a hand on my jaw. I exhaled softly and opened to him, letting him slide his tongue along mine, which sent sparks dancing up my spine. I let my hand drift to his thigh and ease upward, his breath tightening as I did.
Ben groaned as my fingertips brushed his growing erection, shifting his body and leaning into the kiss more deeply. As he turned, I tightened my grip on his thigh and tugged at his jeans. His breath hitched and he pressed me back until I was lying on the couch and he was on top of me, kissing me breathless, leaving me dizzy and wanting more.
I moved my hips against his body, rocking my erection into his thigh, which was slotted between my legs. Precum leaked from my cock, the desire to be touched making me ache already. My hand slid from his waist to his ass, squeezing firmly and drawing out a soft groan from Ben.
He pulled back from the kiss and looked at me, uncertainty in his eyes. "Is this okay?"
I chuckled quietly and thrust against him again. "More than okay." I didn’t want to wait a second longer. I wanted him… now.
His relieved smile said it all and he kissed me again, desperately. We kissed and rutted against one another, our breathing becoming ragged and harsh. After a few seconds, I hooked my fingers against the waistband of his jeans and tugged, hoping he’d get the picture.
"God," he moaned before he rose up on his knees, yanking his shirt over his head and giving me access to undo his button and lower his zipper. He hastily kicked off his clothes before stripping me naked. He leaned back and looked at me, hunger in his eyes, before returning to kiss me once again.
Ben kissed a trail from my mouth to my throat, stopping to nip at my Adam’s apple, making me groan and thrust against him, smearing precum on his stomach. He kept moving lower, pressing his lips to my chest and farther down, until he’d reached my leaking, aching erection, which he wrapped his fingers around and began to stroke. A moment later, he took the crown into his mouth, moaning against the head as he teased my slit with his tongue.
I gasped and panted, already desperate for relief, and simultaneously nowhere near ready for things to end. Ben’s hot, wet mouth was like heaven as he sucked me, stroking my shaft at the same time. As he did, I gripped the couch with one hand and buried the other in his hair, causing him to moan against my cock, sending vibrations through me that made it throb.
He sucked me expertly, grinding his own hips against the couch as he did. My orgasm barreled toward me, heat building in my groin and the pit of my stomach as he continued to suck and stroke relentlessly. A few seconds later, Ben took my full length into his mouth, pressing the crown of my cock against the back of his throat and working hard to take me even deeper as he swallowed around me. His throat muscles tightened, sending me over the edge. I came in long pulses down his throat, Ben swallowing it all, stroking me through my orgasm to pull every drop from me.
When I was spent, he pulled away and pushed himself up before straddling my legs. I watched as he gripped his thick erection and stroked himself, tilting his head back as he enjoyed the sensations. My hands moved to his thighs and held him tightly, kneading the muscles with my fingers as I watched him get himself off.
I murmured encouragement as he stroked, his fist tightening, working his shaft quickly, his wrist twisting when he got to the head each time. "Yeah, Ben. Fuck yeah. So hot. Come for me. Wanna feel it all over me." He groaned and tilted his head, looking directly into my eyes. "Do it," I whispered, nodding.
He came then, his cock throbbing and pulsing out thick, white strands that splattered against my chest and stomach. He let out another groan as he came, his hips stuttering as he fucked into his fist and worked the last of his orgasm free. It was hot, and my cock gave a valiant twitch, already interested in getting back into the game.
When he was spent, Ben sagged against the couch sideways for a moment before maneuvering until my legs were across his lap. As he worked to catch his breath, I watched him, the way his chest rose and fell, his long throat, his delicate eyelashes. He was gorgeous and I hoped desperately that this wouldn’t be the last time I saw him.
A few moments later, Ben slipped off the couch and retrieved a damp towel to clean me off. The movie was still going as we pulled our clothes back on. Once we were dressed again, we held each other and watched as Meg Ryan and Tom Hanks fell in love.
"I should get going," I murmured as the credits rolled. "You said you have a roommate, right? What’s he going to think of us fucking on the couch?"
Ben laughed, his smile wide. "I don’t plan on telling him, but maybe next time we should take it to the bedroom… or your place."
"I like the sound of that."
As I turned to go, Ben took my hand and squeezed it. "You should stick around. We can get dinner or something."
I thought about it for a few seconds. I didn’t want to overstay my welcome, but I trusted Ben was being honest when he said he wanted me to stick around. Finally, I nodded. “Okay.”
His face lit up and he kissed me quickly. “Good. I’m glad.” We finished the night eating delivery Thai food on his couch. As we were cleaning up, Ben cleared his throat. “I’d like to see you again.”
"I like the sound of that."
He gave me a relieved smile and pulled me against his body. “Good.”
I kissed him briefly and a little while later we were saying our goodbyes. As I headed home, all I could think about was when I’d see him again.