Chapter 35Cody
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Cody
I had never done this before. Held something so precious to me and greedily taken it with such ferocity or intimacy. With such trust.
But my Little Beast beneath me was clear in expressing what he desired, and I was the lucky sonofabitch who was going to give it to him.
So, I licked.
I licked the underside of his gorgeous dick, savoring the flavor of him. I kissed the spot where glorious thigh became glorious ass. I ran my mouth over every part of Liem I could find, and by the time he squirmed in a way that suggested he was close to pleading, I took mercy on him.
His wishes were law. I wouldn’t make him beg.
I tapped the insides of his thighs to communicate for him to keep them open before smoothing my hands down to his ass. I spread his cheeks, my breath catching at the sight of his opening.
A minor case of stage fright filled me, and I panicked that I wouldn’t make this as good as I’d hoped—until I remembered all the facets of who I held in my hands.
He was my teacher first, and I remembered his lessons.
I inhaled slowly, then dropped my shoulders and unclenched my jaw on the exhale.
And then I licked him again. I licked and I savored, straight up his exposed crease and over his hole.
“ Cody,” Liem gasped, writhing beneath me.
My hands instinctively clenched on his cheeks, spreading him wider as I tongued over his rim, again and again, the moans in my throat trapped as I devoured him.
I wasn’t sure how long I stayed between Liem’s legs like that, but forever wouldn’t have been long enough. But eventually, that same kind of writhing started again, and I opened my eyes, finding his tattooed fingers clenching the quilt.
He was desperate.
I was desperate.
And when I speared my tongue inside him, I was dead.
Gone.
Ascended to a new plane of existence.
The moan didn’t so much finally escape me as tore from me as I pulsed my tongue inside Liem. I faintly registered the sound of his encouragements enough to take me further into paradise. My hips, which had been rocking into the bed beneath me without my notice, upped their pace as I did the same, laving and spearing Liem’s opening with quicker, firmer strokes.
Liem clenched his fist and punched the bed forcefully, startling me enough that I laughed against him, which in turn drew a full-body shudder from him.
“ I’m dying,” he moaned wantonly from above me, mesmerizing in his desperation.
Taking a breather, I nuzzled into his thigh for just a second as I reached for the lube that I’d placed on the bed earlier.
Smartest thing I’d done in years.
After slicking my fingers, I sat on my heels and applied the faintest pressure to his fluttering hole. I flicked my gaze up to Liem’s face, checking for any signs of discomfort. His glazed eyes met mine, and he smiled softly, so sweetly and so at odds with the coiled tension in his body that my heart felt like it was trying to leap from my chest.
He trusted me with his body, and there was no greater gift.
With our gazes still locked, I returned his smile slowly and pushed my index finger inside him.
My teeth grazed my bottom lip and my hips bucked air at the tight warmth as I pressed in a little further, and then I curled my finger experimentally. When Liem’s hips shot off the bed, his back in a full arch, I knew I’d found that spot inside him. The spot I was going to become best friends with.
Sorry, Bree.
Shoving all thoughts of her out the door and barricading it shut, I withdrew my finger and pumped it inside Liem again, over and over, memorizing the spot that made his eyes clench shut and his pulse throb in his neck.
I added a second finger, cautiously at first, but he opened beautifully and let me in, the glide of my fingers in his hole utter perfection.
When I added a third finger, his dick jumped, and I eyed it longingly.
I wanted to taste it again.
“Don’t you dare,” Liem hissed, seeing that desire on my face. He moved his hands to his thighs and spread himself even further, a challenge in his gaze. “ Inside, Cody.”
I let out a shuddering breath and followed his commandment, reaching for the lube again. While I coated myself with one hand, I continued pumping inside him, alternating my strokes and keeping a keen watch on his expressions as I opened him, not wanting to catch even a fleeting glance of hesitance.
But none came, and he was right. I needed to be inside him. I needed to feel the clench of him as he came around me more than I needed my next breath or the heart he held in his hands. A full-body twitch overtook me as I imagined sliding in all the way, and I had to ease the pressure off my own dick, afraid of pumping the lube on too hard and ending this prematurely.
Slowing the pace of my fingers, I gripped myself hard at the base and inched forward on my knees. “Are you ready, Liem?”
“Yes,” he answered instantly and without reservation.
He lifted his hips in an invitation that I took, removing my fingers before I guided my slickened, aching dick to his opening. I bit my tongue hard, clenching my own ass as I guided myself inside.
I slid in an inch and had to pause as I gasped, “Oh fuck,” under my breath. And then I slipped in a little more and repeated it, again and again, the further I slid inside him. Clenching my jaw against the pleasure that was trying to murder me, I glanced up at Liem, who was propped up on his elbows now, his eyes rapt on where we were joined, that little braid in his hair completely askew. Ruined.
“Breathe with me, Cody,” he instructed quietly as he raised his eyes to mine. “Together.”
The irony that he was telling me to breathe when I was the one breaching his hole was not lost on me, but I complied, filling my chest with air as his did the same, and we breathed in perfect symphony. He rounded his lips to show that he was starting the exhale, and as I joined him, the minx dug his foot into my ass and pushed, taking me inside him to the hilt.
I tried to gasp, but no sound came from my mouth at all. Once my silent scream faded, my gaze fell on Liem accusingly, but he just dug his heel into my ass again and smiled in pleasure as he circled his hips in a way that had my eyes rolling back in my head. “Oh, fuck,” I repeated for what had to be the hundredth time, my eyes shut as I chased sensation.
My little beast. Never behaving as anticipated.
Once I was sure I wouldn’t come the moment I moved, I eased myself out of him all the way to the tip and then rocked back into him.
My head fell forward, my neck unwilling to support it any longer. I had never, never felt something this good.
He fell back onto the bed then, the change in angle making me hiss as electricity shot up my spine. I gripped the insides of his knees and pushed them open further, and a moment later, his hands covered my own, supporting me in the effort.
Pitching my hips forward, I thrust into him in shallow strokes, experimenting with how we fit together, what angles created that blissed-out look crossing his face.
My gaze traveled from his hands holding mine, down the flex of his thighs, and then to where I slid in and out of him with longer and deeper strokes with each repetition.
The squeak of the bedframe was so stereotypical that I would have laughed if I’d been capable of it. My gaze stayed fixed on the glide in and out of his hole for several moments, and on the next thrust forward, he clenched around me, and I nearly collapsed onto him, my legs no longer wanting to support me.
“ Cody. This is…,” Liem whispered beneath me, not finding adequate words to finish his statement.
“I know,” I said simply, tearing my gaze from where I entered him, taking the long way up to his face. He was still holding himself open with me, which couldn’t have been comfortable, so I eased his hands off his legs and settled them on my shoulders. “Hold me here,” I said, carefully shifting my position so I was lying on top of him, my knees thanking me for the change.
They’d had a big day.
I pressed one hand under his knee and lifted it toward him and braced my other beside his head, bending at my elbow to take his lips. I kissed him long and deep, pouring every feeling I’d ever had, good and bad, into it and letting him share it. He met me stroke for stroke until my body screamed to move, and I pulled back. And pushed his leg toward him.
He was so beautifully flexible, and that fact surprised me exactly not at all.
I recaptured his gaze, and once I confirmed that only desire looked back at me, I started to move again, and harder.
Nothing more was said between us as I pistoned inside him, and with a little bit of experimenting, found that spot again in our next position. His nails bit into my shoulders and then moved to my neck, pressing into the place that I considered entirely his. I pumped my hips and rocked against him, my breaths frantic as my nerve endings became little more than static.
Liem’s pupils were completely blown, the pressure on my neck mounting as his tongue darted out to wet his lips.
“ Cody ,” he nearly yelled, but then more quietly, he added, “Go with me.”
I would. I slid inside him with one, two, three more thrusts. On the third, he bore down on me, clenching me so intensely that I had to hold back a yell. I took my hand from his thigh and grasped his hardness at the base, wanting to feel every part of his release.
I was just in time.
There was a rush of nerves beneath my hand just as he clenched on my dick impossibly harder, and then the warm splash of his release coated my fist. I was right there with him, as promised, my muscles coiled for a suspended breath of time before ecstasy washed over me, and I spilled inside Liem during one intense, hard thrust, followed by several languid ones.
My muscles began to succumb, and before I could collapse on top of Liem and crush him, I pressed our hips together, locking our position, and rolled onto my side, keeping warm inside him.
Our sweat-slickened bodies remained joined like that for a long, long while.
I’d left Louisiana for good when I was thirteen. I’d left Mississippi again ten years later, chasing something I wasn’t even sure I wanted or needed.
And when I’d come back, everything had changed.
Thank fuck for that.
That was the primary thought I kept returning to.
Because here, with Liem, inside Liem.
This was what I’d been searching for.
This was home now, and I would never leave it.
And I would never be without him again if I could help it.
He fit against me perfectly—so similar and yet so different to the night we’d shared in his bed—with his head tucked under my chin, our hearts beating together, our bodies now wholly joined.
We lay there for several minutes longer still, neither of us in any kind of hurry to pull the curtain back on the moment. I stroked my fingers through Liem’s hair, and when I found his braid, I ran my fingertip down the bumps of it and found its end. I carefully pulled the tiny elastic off and worked the braid loose as Liem sighed heavily against me.
“If you keep doing that, I’ll fall asleep.”
I smiled, though he couldn’t see it, and kept brushing my fingers through his hair, unknotting it as I went. “Then sleep,” I said, and he shivered in my arms. “We were both up early,” I continued, pausing my ministrations to rub his scalp. “I’ll take care of you.” I kissed the top of his head. “Sleep, and I’ll date you so hard when you wake.”
His laugh vibrated against my chest, and I smiled, letting it consume me.
“You’re still inside me,” he said sleepily.
I continued untangling his hair. “I am. I’ll slip out undetected once you drift off.”
His laugh was audible then as he said, “You harlot.” His shoulders kept shaking in amusement, and I smiled again.
Just when I thought he’d fallen asleep, he mumbled drowsily, “You did so good, Cody. So good.”
My eyes, for the third time today, watered, but I let them.
I let my body respond.
I let the tears fall.
And even as they did, I couldn’t remember a time I’d smiled so much, or so easily.
He nuzzled harder into me then, as if sensing it, but he made no comment and didn’t raise his head from my chest.
I cried even harder then. Not great racking sobs, but a release almost more intense than the climax I’d just experienced.
They quieted sometime later, leaving my face wet with moisture and my life lighter than it had ever been. Liem’s breaths evened, too, and eventually his full weight relaxed against me in sleep.
Nothing had ever been so welcome.
Allowing myself a few more minutes of heaven inside him, I slowed my strokes of his hair and just existed. From the tips of my toes to the top of my head, I catalogued every place where we touched, had touched, or would touch, and I reveled in each of them, the stimulation as intense for my nerve endings as it was for my mind.
My dick began to slowly harden again, but with Liem sleeping so soundly and our ending so perfect, I eased slowly out of him instead of acting on it.
I also feared that if I drew him back into another round of such intense pleasure, I’d end up a sobbing, inconsolable heap on the floor.
The flood of release that followed me was obscene and mind melting, but I mentally patted myself on the back at the mess we’d made, then extracted myself with excruciating slowness from his embrace.
I padded to the en suite bathroom and cleaned myself up quickly, except for the remains of the tears.
I left those.
Maybe I was a little dramatic, after all.
After finding the softest washcloth available, I ran warm water over it and wrung it out so it wouldn’t drip. When I returned to the bedroom, my breath caught as I found Liem had shifted. He was still sprawled on top of the quilt but had one arm resting across his stomach and the other above his head. The sunlight that filtered through the sheer curtains bathed his entire body in soft golden light, and I cursed myself for not asking him his stance on explicit photos before he’d fallen asleep.
Several long, lusting moments later, I put my knee on the bed and slowly opened him to me, biting my lip at the sight as I delicately cleaned him.
He stirred, but not much, a quiet “Mmmmm” of pleasure sounding in his throat. When I was done, I dropped the cloth back onto the sink and hurried back to him, grabbing the blanket I’d brought with me on the way, just in case this had been a possibility.
Then I crawled onto the bed beside him and threw the dark-blue knit blanket over our naked bodies.
The blanket I’d stolen from the cottage. The one that smelled like charcoal, salt, and sunshine.
I eased my leg over his and rested my head on his chest. His arms wrapped around me easily, hugging me to him, and I counted one, two, seven slow heartbeats before I knew nothing more.