Page 60 of I Blame the Alcohol

A sob rips from her throat as she turns and wraps her arms around me. I pull her close, wishing I could go back in time and erase the pain of the past. Erase the day Stella lost her ability to love every broken piece of herself.

The truth is, we are all broken. Some of us just have scars more visible than others.

Stella

Once my tears dry up, we finally get to the fun part.

I’ve never understood why girls cry during sex and yet here I am, bawling my eyes out before it even begins.

“Does this mean you won’t do me from behind?”

Cody laughs, picking me up and tossing me over his shoulder as we make our way to my bed. Yet again.

“Oh no, we will definitely get to that but not for the first round.”

I smile like a love drunk fool, hanging over his shoulder in what seems to be his favourite power move: The Caveman Cody Signature.

Tossing me on the bed, he doesn’t give me a chance to catch my breath before his mouth claims mine, kissing away any residing doubts about my scar.

I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling the weight of his body on top of mine. We both groan when his shaft rubs against my centre, my panties already soaked. I tug impatiently at his shoulder and without saying a word, Cody understands what I’m asking for. He rolls onto his back, keeping our lips locked as I straddle him.

“Fuck.” He breathes the word against my lips, gripping my waist as I grind against him. I trail my lips down his neck, pausing for a quick bite on my journey down.

He jerks in surprise, laughter rumbling through his chest, “I didn’t have you pinned for a vampire but that explains a lot.”

“What did we say about name calling?” I bite him again, enjoying the way we’re still bickering like normal. “Don’t make me punish you, Captain.”

Cody groans, running his hands up my torso without disgust, “Keep calling me that and this will be over really quickly.”

“Promises, promises.” I head south from his neck, using my tongue to trace a trail down the rigid lines of his chest. My hand creeps inside his boxers, giving him a playful tug that has him almost falling off the bed.

“Goddamn it, Stella. Let me have a turn.”

I smirk, “What was it you said before throwing me in the pool? No.”

“I technically didn’t throw you in the pool, Ijumpedin…” Cody’s mouth snaps shut as I slide off his briefs and take him in my mouth. One long suck from base to tip and he looks ready to burst.

I draw his cock out of my mouth with a pop, “Permission to proceed, Captain?”

Cody grits his teeth and gives me a jerky nod.

I grin, enjoying this power dynamic immensely, “What was that? Couldn’t hear you from way down here.”

He meets my grin with a glare that’s borderline feral. I give his dick an encouraging lick, maintaining eye contact the entire time.

“Is that a yes?”

He growls, “Suck me like you mean it, Stel.”

There’s not much else to say except Captain’s orders.

Torturing Cody was my best idea until it was my turn to be in the hot seat. And then it became my worst.

Karma really is a bitch.

I squirm, my legs trapped under Cody’s arms, his head buried between my legs. I say buried, except the varsity player has yet to find the correct spot to dig.

“If you need a map to my clit, I’m happy to give you one.”

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