Chapter 32Cody
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Cody
When I stepped off the cruise ship to find everything I regarded as home gone or irrevocably changed, part of me unraveled.
And this morning, as I’d sat on that stool and on display and fell into uncommon stillness, I replayed it all.
Every moment.
Every fuckup.
Every decision that led to my knees digging brutally into the hard floor as Liem Lott’s gorgeous dick slid down my throat.
They certainly felt less like failures now.
“ Dezi,” Liem rasped as his deft, gorgeous fingers dug into my neck.
I loved and hated when he called me Dezi, never knowing if that was who I was or who I wanted to be, but all that mattered now was that I was the person who had him.
Sliding my hands up the front of his thighs and then around his hips, I grabbed his tight ass in both hands and moaned loudly around his dick at the feel of him perfectly filling my palms. I squeezed him as I took a long, luxurious suck.
Then I held firmly on, his tight ass as perfect as I’d suspected, as I pulled my mouth back all the way to his tip. I looked up at him through my lashes then, catching my breath through my nose as I sucked on the tip and then rubbed my tongue along his head, tasting the precum that pooled there. As soon as I locked onto his pitch-black gaze, I smiled around his dick and then used my firm grip on his ass to pull him forward, slamming him back into my mouth.
His eyes fluttered shut and his mouth dropped open, the image so beautiful and erotic from my view below that my own dick grew painfully hard behind my zipper. I squeezed his ass affectionately with both hands again before removing one of them so I could pull my zipper down and free myself from the painful restriction. I hummed in satisfaction once I was released, and Liem squirmed and whined deliciously in answer.
I thought about taking myself in hand but held back, not wanting to take away any focus from Liem’s pleasure.
There was a faint popping sound as I slid my mouth off Liem and trailed kisses down the taut, soft skin of his dick. I gripped the back of his knee with the hand I’d just removed from his ass, desperate to put my hands on every inch of him.
But there was no time.
We were in public, and as much as I wished to do the opposite, I needed to speed this along.
I pressed a kiss to his tip and licked the new drop of precum that appeared there and eyed his beautiful body as I licked my lips obscenely. Then, without warning, I took him to the back of my throat again, pulling him into me with the hand still on his ass. Liem grabbed onto my hair and bucked his hips forward, and I moaned around him in encouragement.
I wanted him to use me. To wreck me in a way that I could trust would end with him putting me back together.
Just as he already had.
Performing a quick calculation beyond what I should’ve been capable of in current circumstances, I deduced that the hand gripping the back of Liem’s knee was clean.
And a quick detour from his glorious dick to suck on the tip of my index finger confirmed it.
Liem’s muffled string of curses—so unlike him—as he caught sight of what I was doing spurred me on, and I took him in my mouth again. I resumed the rhythm and routine of retreating to his tip and then pulling him back forward in my mouth—Liem assisting by bucking his hips forward in time—for several more strokes before I put my finger in my mouth again, right alongside his length. Once it was sufficiently wet, I brought it to the crease of his ass.
From beneath.
My knuckles grazed over his balls, and I brushed them affectionately with my thumb before sliding my finger to his hole.
I’d barely danced over the rim before Liem rose on his toes and yelled in warning, “ Cody.”
Fucking delicious, the way he said my name. He must be close.
I rested my finger over his opening as Liem’s glorious body tensed and contracted. His eyes were heavy-lidded and zeroed in on where I had him deep in my mouth as he spilled into me in burst after burst, his body convulsing, his abs contracting, as he finished.
His body relaxed enough for him to sink back onto the heels of his boots, which made my finger slide along his hole, drawing a shudder from him as he clenched my neck.
Flushed all over, the smile on his face both lazy and elated, he let go and took a small step backward, regarding me from above. My hands slid down the sides of his legs with the movement, and I gripped his shins affectionately before letting go, my own chest heaving as if I’d run a marathon.
And then I met his gaze—letting him see the challenge and utter bliss in mine—and swallowed heavily. “You,” I said, a bit hoarse, “taste delicious.”
He convulsed again, his previously spent dick growing half hard in front of me.
His shirt was still pushed above his chest, the lines of paint across his abdomen on full display. What a fucking sight he was.
“You are so beautiful,” I rasped, then shifted to the side, relieving the pressure on my knees. The smears of paint had already started to dry on the back of my neck, and they crinkled when I tipped my chin up toward him.
Liem fell to his knees beside me, lithe as a cat, and smoothed his tattooed hand over his stomach. “ Please , Cody.”
His eyes flicked down to my freed erection, and I understood, but I didn’t believe.
My luck. My life .
Not even when I rose back onto my knees, grabbed Liem delicately by the throat, and pulled him forward, slamming my lips against his.
Not when, with only a few slides of my fist over my hard-as-steel dick, I painted my release on Liem’s stomach.
Or even when Liem laughed in wonder against my mouth and tangled his tongue with mine.
But when he nipped at my bottom lip and pushed his forehead against mine, seeming content to just breathe the same air as me and in no rush to leave.
I started to believe it then.
It was real.
This would—could—be my life.
I kissed Liem again then, slowly and with my eyes open, desperate for each detail of him. From the corner of his mouth to the healed cut through his eyebrow. The way his eyelashes fluttered when I kissed the tip of his nose. The quick inhale when I kissed his jaw. The sigh when our mouths met again.
I took the time we didn’t have exploring his perfect lips, his beautiful mouth. To let him taste himself on me in a way that I hoped said, “ This was the way it should always be. How it always should have been.”
He had always been my peace, but he hadn’t been mine.
But as everything does, the record scratched on our moment as the Young the Giant EP that had been playing came to a close.
With a sigh, I kissed Liem one more time and then took stock of our surroundings.
We were a mess of paint, cum, and risky decisions.
“Let me get you fixed up,” I murmured, running a finger over the dried… everything on Liem’s stomach.
He shivered but nodded in agreement.
I tucked myself away and zipped up my pants, then motioned for him to stay while I went to the sink and wetted a couple paper towels.
“Handy,” I mused with a small smile when I returned.
His pants were back in place, but he’d wisely kept his shirt up. Crouching down, I dragged the cold cloth across his stomach, causing his abs to contract and a gasp to fall from his lips.
I grimaced. “Sorry, baby.”
Time stood still as I froze and so did he, the rise and fall of his chest pausing. Licking my suddenly dry lips, I flicked my gaze to his face to gauge his response.
He tilted his head to the side, sending his messy braid over his shoulder, and regarded me intently.
Then he smiled.
Not the small, amused one I knew well or the mischievous one, full of beautiful ideas I craved to know.
It was a slow one, starting with the faintest twitch in the corner of his swollen lips before it spread, forming deep grooves in the corners of his mouth as his eyes sparkled.
I resumed cleaning him then, lowering my gaze back to his stomach and finishing up quickly, the sudden shyness that creeped into me not quite intense enough to stop me from leaving some of the paint behind as evidence of what happened here.
“There,” I said, tossing the towel up onto the nearest paint palette. I wiped my hands on the front of my jeans and drank in every ridge, shadow, and line of his body as I reached out and skirted them up the center of his chest, then lightly brushed my thumbs over his nipples. He dropped his head back in pleasure, and I clenched my jaw in restraint as I regretfully tugged his shirt down.
I stood up and pulled him to his feet in front of me, eyeing his obviously wrinkled shirt, the deep, pink flush of his skin, and his disheveled hair.
There was only room for pride right now. Pride that I had done that.
It would be impossible to be mad at anything right now.
Glancing around the room, I fumbled for what to do next, but Liem spoke up, saving me from stepping onto the hamster wheel.
“Did you want me to clean the, um—” He raised his hand to the curve of my shoulder and ran his knuckles down its slope, swallowing heavily before he finished. “My marks?”
I reached up and encircled his wrist, dying to do it all again. Immediately. “No. Leave them.”
His smile was pleased as he nodded.
I brought his hand to my mouth and planted a kiss on top of one of the flower tattoos on his knuckles. “There is something else I want, though.”
“Anything,” he replied, and I kissed another flower, my stomach tightening with nerves.
“Let me take you on a date.”
His smile froze, and I internally panicked as my foot edged closer to that fucking hamster wheel, but then Liem was on me.
I automatically wrapped my arms around him and planted my feet firmly to the earth, hugging him to me tightly as he hugged me back.
“Time and place, Cody,” he said against my neck. “And tell me what to wear.”