25. Chapter 25 #2
“Goddamn, Cody.”
“Shut up.”
“Can’t help it, you look so goddamn hot fingering your ass like that.”
“Oh my god, just be quiet.”
He closes his eyes, one hand bracing on his thigh, and a hiss pushes through his teeth. Then his shoulder rolls. Whatever he just did makes his whole body shudder and his mouth fall open.
My cock throbs, and I squeeze the base. “Open your eyes. Look at me.”
He does, biting his bottom lip as he rocks back onto his own fingers while I stroke myself to the rhythm of his hips.
“Add another one.”
His brows pinch. “I can barely—”
“Do it.”
A shaky exhale leaves his mouth, and his head drops forward. His thighs are trembling, dick leaking onto the sheets. “I'm ready, I think.”
“You think?”
He nods.
“Then ride me.”
He straddles my hips, one hand resting on my chest. His other hand wraps around the base of my dick, angling it, then he slowly sinks down.
My toes curl the second he takes me in, and a groan tears out of me. He’s so fucking hot and tight around my cock. “Holy shit, you feel unreal.”
I grab his waist, doing everything I can to not move. His lips part, fingers digging into my skin as he lowers himself another inch. “Take your time.”
He glares at me, hissing out a breath, then keeps going until his ass is flush to my hips and I’m buried inside him, his hole clenching hard around me.
Neither of us moves.
His hands stay on my chest, fingers splayed wide, breath pushing hard through his nose. Then he lifts himself an inch and sinks back down.
My head drops back into the pillow, eyes closing. “Again. Do that again.”
He does.
Slow at first, rising until just the head is inside, then dropping back down, picking up speed until his dick is slapping against my stomach every time he bottoms out.
“Yeah, just like that, Little J. Take my cock. Every fucking inch. Show me how bad you want it.”
But something’s off.
He keeps adjusting the angle, changing how he takes me, and he’s too damn quiet.
I open my eyes and find him scanning my face the way he does when he tracks a play on the ice. My grip tightens on his waist. “Oh, fuck no.”
His brows pull together. “What?”
“Don’t do that.”
He chews his bottom lip. “Am I doing it wrong?”
“No. But you’re making it about getting it right.” I grab his ass and force him down hard on my cock. “Cody, fuck me like you mean it. Stop thinking and use me.”
“But—”
“No buts.” I plant my feet on the mattress and drive up into him. “You feel how fucking hard I am? You don’t need to make this good for me. Being inside you is all I need. All I want.”
“Atlas.”
I fuck up into him, over and over, his ass cheeks jiggling with every brutal snap of my hips. “Say my name again.”
“Atlas—Atlas—oh god—”
“Louder. Let the whole building hear you. Let them know who’s fucking you so good.”
“Atlas . . . I'm . . . I'm going to come.”
His hole clamps around me so tight I see stars, and his dick pulses untouched, cum shooting across my chest. He’s shaking, keening, fingers clawing at my skin as I keep fucking up into him through every pulse.
“That’s it. Fuck yes. Come all over me.”
He’s still clenching around me when I flip us. His back hits the mattress, and I push his legs up onto my shoulders, folding him in half.
“Oh . . . oh god . . . Atlas . . . too much.”
“You can take it.” I pull back enough to watch myself fuck him, to see how his hole stretches around me. “This is mine. You hear me? This tight little hole is mine.”
His fists twist in the sheets and a choked grunt punches out of him with every thrust.
“So good. You feel so fucking good. Can’t get enough.” The bed frame smacks against the wall. Sweat drips down my back. I lean over, press my mouth to his, and fuck him harder. “Mine. Fuck, Cody. You’re mine.”
“Yours.”
The pressure at the base of my spine detonates and rockets through my cock. I slam in one final time, coming so hard my vision whites out.
My cock still twitches as I collapse forward, catching myself on my forearms before I crush him, my forehead resting against his collarbone.
His legs slide off my shoulders and fall open on either side of me. “Holy shit.”
I huff out a laugh, then press my lips to his damp skin. “Yeah.”
Sex has never felt like that. Not once. Not with anyone. Before, my body barely showed up. All I could think about was how long until it was over. But right now, I don’t want to move, don’t want to pull out.
“You’re crushing me, dipshit.”
I nip his earlobe. “Be nice.”
He slaps my arm. “Well, I’d like to be able to breathe.”
Groaning, I carefully pull out and flop onto my back. Should clean up, but fuck, I’m too tired. Instead, I grab Cody’s arm and pull it across me until he’s tucked into my side. He snorts, and I kiss his forehead, breathing in the coconut scent of his shampoo. “I like it when you’re smiling.”
“Thought I'm only cute when I'm angry.”
“You're cute all the time. I'll deny saying that if you ever repeat it.” My fingers trail up and down his spine. “But sad? Nah. I don't like sad. Sad makes me want to hurt people on your behalf. I was this close to tracking down whoever was responsible the other day.”
He buries his face into my chest. “Told you what it was about. And you can't beat up grades.”
“No, but I can beat up your professor.”
Cody slaps me so hard I grimace. “Absolutely not. It's not his fault I'm stupid.”
I thread my fingers into his blond hair, grip tight, and yank his head back until his blue eyes meet mine. “Don't say that.”
“It's true—”
“Cody.” I press my lips to his, soft, then pull back just enough to look at him. “You're not stupid. And the next time that word comes out of your mouth about yourself, I'm going to make you regret it in ways that are fun for me and very uncomfortable for you.”
He snorts. “That's not the threat you think it is.”
“We'll see.” I kiss the tip of his nose and let go of his hair.
He settles his head back on my chest, tracing patterns, fingers trailing down my body. He runs them over the scar on my thigh, and my heart beats so hard it's pounding in my throat. “What happened?”
I swallow hard and stare at the ceiling, forcing myself to take a deep breath. “Nothing important.”
His finger runs along the raised edge of skin. “It looks pretty deep. Must've hurt.”
Fuck.
I try to slow my breathing, but it’s no use. Every part of my body starts to lock up. I squeeze my eyes as a tremor runs through me, then another, until my whole body shakes.
“Atlas?” Cody snuggles in closer, wrapping his arm around me. “Hey, I’ve got you.”
Hunter said the same thing that night.
But Hunter knows who I am. What I've done. What we did in those woods.
Cody doesn't.
And when he finds out, I’ll lose the only person who’s wanted me back the way I want him.