50. Kodi
CHAPTER 50
His mouth drops open, and before he can stop me, I thrust my tongue back down his throat.
God he’s delicious. I can’t stop tasting him.
Heat has been building in my core ever since he wrapped his arms around me. At first, I tried to ignore it. I was so mad at my mom, at the town, at myself—I just wanted to run away from all of it. And at first, I thought Brian comforting me wouldn’t be any different from the rest of them. The hollow sympathy I’d become all too familiar with, only to read what people really thought in the Nosy Pecker or hear it from mom and her friends at Church.
But then he showed up here, with Lily, and something inside me snapped.
Lily. I’ve been so awful to her. She’s a better friend to me than I ever realized, remembering and understanding things about me that I’ve never given her credit for. She led Brian here, knowing I needed him even before I did. A chuckle rises in my throat as I think about her yelling at us, and how bad we are at admitting we like each other.
Ha, well look at me now, Lily.
Well, not now, I guess. That can wait. Especially since I’m about to rip off my clothes and let this man fuck me senseless.
Later, I’ll tell her all about it.
I won’t even try to get out of it this time.
“What’s so funny?” Brian gasps under me when we pull apart for air.
“Just thinking about how happy Lily is going to be when I tell her all about how I lost my virginity.”
His face blushes scarlet. “You’re going to tell her everything?”
I straighten, and start to untie the strings at my back. “Yeah. Tomorrow is girls’ night, after all.”
I squeak as Brian pushes himself up underneath me, flipping us so I’m laid out on my back on the picnic table. The wind picks up, sending a cold spray of water and air against my flushed skin. I shiver beneath him.
And then he stands and turns to the center of the shelter.
“Where are you going?”
“Well, if you’re going to tell all your friends about this, I need to make sure I do it right.” He walks across the cozy space to the giant stone mantle against the enclosed wall of the shelter, and he starts bending like he’s gathering supplies.
“What are you…?” I prop myself up on my elbows to get a better look, and see that he’s taking inventory of a stack of firewood next to the open grate nestled inside the stone.
“Ah, here we go,” he mutters, finding a box of matches in a wooden chest beside the fireplace.
I observe in awe as he sweeps the burned concrete floor in front of it, then stacks some abandoned logs and kindling in the firebox and gets it to catch. Within minutes, a happy fire is crackling in the shelter, and he’s pulling the grate closed to protect it from the rain blowing in the open sides.
“Were you a boy scout or something?”
He smiles. “Would’ve gotten Eagle Scout, if–” his face darkens briefly, and he shakes his head. “Yeah. I was.”
He crosses the room and pulls my ass to the edge of the table, situating himself between my legs. He starts in to kiss me, but I put my hands on his chest, holding him off.
“If what?” He tries to brush off the question, but I shake my head at him. “Nope. None of that. We’re in this now. I want us to be honest with each other.”
He sighs, but I hold firm until he relents.
“If they hadn’t kicked me out of Scouts.”
“What?” I pull away in shock. “You got kicked out?”
“It’s not as bad as it sounds. I was eighteen, so really the only thing left was my Eagle project…” he trails off. “It doesn’t matter. I ended up getting kicked out because they found out I had a crush on one of the other guys. He and I were in Tae Kwon Do together, and I was out to some of my friends there. After I confessed to him, he told the Scouts. At the time, the organization didn’t allow queer people.”
“Are you fucking kidding me?” I can’t believe it. “When was this? The eighties?”
“Kodi, I’m thirty-three. This was only fifteen years ago.”
“Boy Scouts didn’t allow gay people until 2010??”
He shrugs. “Shit, my parents didn’t even allow gay people.”
I blink at him. “Hold up. Your parents kicked you out, too?”
He nods, a shadow passing over his face. My mouth drops open.
“I mean, I turned out okay,” he says.
“Brian, that’s awful!”
“Yeah, but like. I’m good. I mean…” He shakes his head then, and blinks at me. “Weren’t we going to have sex?”
“Yeah, but like, are you okay? I don’t want–” This time, he’s the one that cuts me off as he wraps me up in his arms and dips his head, taking the words right out of my mouth. I sink into his perfect lips, letting him work my head into a beautiful, spinning kaleidoscope of butterflies and tingly sensations.
He breaks off, pulling me in closer to his warm body and enveloping me in his strong embrace. “I don’t want to waste my breath on anyone who doesn’t accept or love me for who I am anymore. Haven’t we both spent too much time doing that already?”
I hug him back, letting the sentiment of his words sink into my whole being.
Obviously, we’re going to talk more about this later. Someday.
Now that we’re done pretending we don’t like each other, we have all the time in the world to learn all about each other’s pasts.
But for now, he’s right. This moment doesn’t have anything to do with the people who’ve hurt us. This moment is about two people who love and accept each other for who they are, scars and all.
And it might be too soon to say it, but the feeling’s been welling in my chest for the past week. I’ve just been too afraid of my own shortcomings to admit it. But we both just laid bare so much of our inner worlds to each other, and we’re still here.
So I take a deep breath in, inhaling the scent of his warm, baking spice smell and lingering woodsmoke, and I finally say the words.
“I love you, Brian.”
His eyes glow turquoise, and he doesn’t even hesitate. “I love you too, baby girl.”
This time when his lips brush against mine, they’re soft and gentle. Almost feather-like, as they caress first my top and then my bottom lip, nipping lightly as I open my mouth to him. He moves in with his whole body, wrapping me up until I feel like I’m a love letter in the envelope of his strong arms. He scoops me up, cradling my body and laying it down in front of the warm smooth floor in front of the fireplace, protected from the storm still raging outside.
He kneels between my legs, peeling off his shirt and revealing his gorgeous chest. The subtle indentations of his musculature flicker in the firelight, only to be lit in stark contrast as a matrix of lightning flashes across the sky beyond us.
His voice rumbles low beneath the thunder as he leans in and whispers, “I’m going to make you even wetter than the storm.”
Heat pools between my legs, and I worry that my panties might already be soaked just from his words. That, and the closeness of his body.
He curls his fingers into the hem of my dress and creeps it up my thighs, and I revel in the stark contrast between the damp coolness of the fabric and the warm air radiating from the fire.
This is going to make one helluva “how I lost my virginity” story…
But any and all thoughts of storytelling completely leave my head when Brian sinks his head between my thighs. He’s disappeared under my skirt, and I can only imagine how delicious he looks right now as I feel his scruff brush against the sensitive skin of my lower stomach. My eyes flutter closed and my head tilts back as he catches the waistband of my lacey panties between his teeth, and I feel my lower lips slicken with arousal.
Oh God, that was a promise, wasn’t it?
The drag of his facial hair through my folds, down the apex of my thighs, crawling all the way to my knees, calves, ankles, before he finally unhooks the thin fabric from my feet and rises to face me leaves me writhing. I clench my thighs together, rubbing the surprisingly slick skin between my legs, as I watch him slowly lift his hand, crinkle my panties in his fist, raise them to his nose, and inhale deeply.
Fuuuu-uck.
His other hand returns to my thighs, tracing the smooth skin up and pushing my skirt the rest of the way above my hips. Despite the glow of the fire, my core is so hot right now the comparative cool of the smooth floor sends a shiver up my spine when it makes contact with my bare ass.
He grins.
Shucking his pants down his trim waist and over his hips, he steps out of them, before rubbing his growing erection with my underwear.
“You see this, baby girl?” He croons, and I swear another spurt of wetness dribbles between my thighs. “This is how I play with myself when I’m thinking of you.”
“With my panties?” I tease, knowing damn well I’ve never left my clothes at his house. But the answering glint in his eyes makes my stomach flutter. “Wait. You don’t?—”
“I stole a pair,” he grunts, moving his free hand up and around my hips, then sinking a finger into my soaking wet heat. I gasp. “When I picked out your outfit last week. I stole your panties. And I’ve been using them to stroke my cock every day since then.”
His deft fingers roll back and forth through my folds, working me up into a tizzy. I can barely form words it feels so good, but he isn’t making sense. “B-but, I’ve been spending the night. You haven’t…ah…”
“I haven’t jerked off in front of you, no. But in the mornings, when I can still smell you on my sheets…” He moans, pumping inside his hand as his thumb finds my clit. A zip of pleasure makes my hips jerk forward, and he spreads his other fingers wide under me to grip my ass as he continues to work my pleasure with one hand, his other clutched around his cock and my panties.
I don’t want to admit how fucking hot that is. He’s been wanting to fuck me this whole week while I’ve been staying with him? So much, that he’s had to jerk off every morning after I left?
His two middle fingers wander forward and find the entrance of my pussy, slick and pulsing. I whimper as his thumb moves in faster, lighter circles across my clit, pulling sounds from me involuntarily. Pleasure pulses in my core with every move of his hand, and it begins to build deep in my belly.
“What do you imagine?” I breathe, staring him down as he fists himself. “Doing to me? With my panties around your cock?”
His whole body shudders, and I watch him clench his jaw so tight I swear I can hear his molars crack. He lets go of his cock as if it’s burned him, my panties flying out of his hand and landing somewhere in the mess of my hair above my head. His crystal eyes flash molten as they bore into mine, and his fingers finally sink into my channel.
Deep, deeper than I thought physically possible. My back arches, which makes the outstanding pressure feel like it’s pressing even further into my center, until a tightness in my stomach coils and clenches so deliciously that I squeak from the pleasure. He curls his fingers, and the noises coming out of my throat settle into a hoarse groan. I arch further, my arms seeking, reaching forward to grab onto him, needing something to anchor me before I snap and soar off into oblivion.
“You can’t say things like that to me, baby girl. Not before I’ve had my fill of you. You’re not allowed to make me cum until you’ve screamed my name.”
“Bri–aaahh!”
“Doesn’t count.” He smirks at my delicious torment. “How many times do you think I can make you say it before you’re begging for my cock? Will you be able to form words at all?”
He curls his fingers again, rubbing that spot inside me while his thumb still circles my clit, and my vision goes blurry.
“I want your–”
He covers my body with his, devouring my lips to keep me from finishing my plea. His fingers move faster, harder, and I moan and scream into his mouth, shaking and jerking and begging without words. My core is wound tighter than a mouse trap, and I just know if I had his cock inside me my body would explode.
I want it.
I want it.
I need it.
“Fuck!” I scream, breaking off his unyielding kiss as my head tosses back in ecstasy, the tension finally cresting as wave after wave of pleasure erupt from his fingers, through my core, and up and down my whole body. “Brian! I’m coming!”
“That’s one.” He kisses me again, then sinks to his knees and hikes my ass up until it’s practically sitting on his chest. “Now I want to taste you.”
“Brian!” I don’t even recognize my voice, and I thank God that the pounding rain outside the shelter is drowning out my cries of pleasure as the man digs into my soaking pussy.
He tosses my legs over his shoulders, burying his face between my thighs with my ass beneath his chin. I’m feeling so good that I completely forget about my injury until I see him cradle my knee brace gently behind his neck before lowering his hands to support my lower back.
Then he’s like an animal. Any signs of the gentle, sweet man disappear as he dips his tongue between my folds and shakes his head greedily, working his face and chin between my thighs until his cheeks are soaked with my juices. I’m still shaking from my first orgasm, and here he is licking and sucking and panting me into another.
My clit is on fire as his tongue swirls around it, drawing more and more sounds from me I didn’t know I was capable of making. My dress is falling further up my body with every jerk of my spine, until the fabric pools across my throat and my entire body is spread out before him. I’m sure I shout his name at least a dozen times, but I lose track as my head spins higher and higher, heady with the pressure building once again in my body. Only now, my walls are clenching around nothing, and it makes it feel like a tease.
An incredible, earth-shaking tease, that rattles my very soul as it finally breaks. He moves one hand to reach up and paw at my breasts, and something inside me erupts. Pleasure zings from my nipple to my clit to my toes, sending electricity up my spine and making me shiver all over again. I hear Brian hum excitedly as I feel wetness gush down my thighs, coating my over-sensitive places. He continues to lick and suck before finally pressing soft kisses to my inner thighs and the outer edges of my mound as I slowly come down, my thighs tensing and relaxing on top of his shoulders.
Tremors still zip through my body, both warm and cold as the fire ebbs a bit. I have no idea how long he was devouring me, it could have been minutes or hours. It’s still daylight outside despite the darkness of the storm. But the wind isn’t as extreme as it was before and the intensity of the rain has lessened slightly; only a soft, steady drum patters against the roof.
My throat is raw. I flutter my eyes open, vision blurry and head fuzzy from the relentless orgasms. I manage to lift my arms, which feel like they weigh about a thousand pounds, up to the amazing man who just made me come harder than I ever have.
He sinks into my arms, leaning on his elbows above me and weaving his fingers into my loose hair. He massages my scalp, and I moan again in pleasure.
“How many times did I say your name?” I croak.
He chuckles. “Thirty eight.”
I’m amazed he actually counted them all. “And did I beg?”
“Oh yeah.” He leans in and presses his lips to mine, and I can taste myself on him. Salty and tangy. The sweetness of his kiss rounds out the flavor cocktail until it soothes the rawness of my throat, and I sigh into his mouth.
“Give it to me, Brian.”
“Baby girl…” he hesitates, and I weave one of my hands in between us, until I’m stroking his still-firm cock. His breath catches, and even though I’ve already come twice, that sound stirs the lust in my belly all over again.
Now I’m the animal. With his hard length in my hand, and his labored breath fanning my face, I know he wants me as much as I want him. It makes me feel sexy, bold. I lift my mouth to his ear.
“Don’t you want to know how my tight, virgin pussy feels squeezing around this cock?” I feel it twitch inside my grasp as the dirty words leave my mouth, and he groans. And then I go in for the kill. “Because I want to know how it feels to have you fill me up, Brian. I need you.”
And I do. I can admit it now.
I need him. In my life, in my bed—right here, in front of the fireplace. Because I love him.
He curls his hand around my face, and presses a kiss to my forehead, then my nose, and then my lips again.
“That’s all I need to hear, baby girl.”