Page 61 of I Blame the Alcohol

He ignores me, continuing to lick every spot except the one I want him to.

The man is a sadist.

I shudder as his scruff brushes against the inside of my thigh, the sensation bringing on a new wave of wetness. At this point, my pending orgasm is going to expire before Cody makes his move.

Sensing my impatience, Cody flicks his eyes up with a smirk, watching my reaction as he slides a finger inside of me. My back arches, the need for more overpowering any other sensation.

“Ellsworth. Enough messing around. Can you just…”

I gasp as another finger slips inside, his teeth catching a hold of my clit.Finally.

My fingers grip the sheets as his tongue replaces his fingers, the rough stroke bringing me closer to the edge until another insert of his finger pushes me over. Stars hit my vision as pleasure takes over, my body trembling as it comes down from the high.

Once I’m firmly back on Earth, I look down to find Cody watching me with a grin, “Ready to continue?”

“Please. Don’t wait on my end.”

Taking his time, Cody kisses his way back up my body, his touch delicate as his lips skim the bumpy edge of my scar tissue. Tears threaten to make a reappearance as I watch him worship my body, not showing the slightest hint of disgust at the grotesque mark left by my past.

“Am I hurting you?” Cody pauses, his concerned gaze flicking over my face.

“No. Just the opposite.”

I thread my fingers through his hair and tug him back up to my mouth, silently thanking him with my kiss. He responds in earnest, nipping my bottom lip and drawing a whimper from my throat. I arch against him, my aching nipples pressing against his chest.

“Condom. In the nightstand.”

Cody’s bodyweight disappears for a few painful seconds before he’s back on top of me, hastily ripping open the wrapper and rolling the rubber on. I moan when his tip hits my centre, our bodies lining up perfectly.

“Is this okay?” His breathing is laboured, the bulging veins of his arms giving away the control he’s fighting to maintain.

I smirk, running my hands up those impressive arms, “A little deeper would be preferred.”

My smirk quickly turns into a gasp when he pushes all the way inside, stretching me to the fullest. We both groan when he starts to move, the friction making my legs widen further. My nails dig into his back as his thrusts get faster, pushing me closer to my second climax of the night. Just as I’m about to go over, Cody pulls out and hooks my legs over his shoulder.

He slams back into me, barely giving me time to appreciate the new position before I’m falling apart all over again. Cody keeps going through my orgasm, pushing my own further until he finally reaches his own.

With a groan, he collapses next to me.

“Not bad for a freshman.”

I laugh, rolling onto my side to look at him. “Back at cha, rookie.”

Cody chuckles, opening his arm for me to scootch closer. I curl into him, our legs loosely intertwining as I use his arm as a pillow. He smiles at me, and I can’t help but think his eyes seem softer, as if some of the weight he’s been carrying around has finally fallen from his shoulders.

I reach out to wipe a thin layer of perspiration from his forehead. “Think how good your stamina would be if you did my cardio circuits.”

An amused eyebrow goes up, “Not sure endless rounds of burpees is going to improve my bedroom performance.”

“Well, you know what they say.”

“What goes up must come down?”

I grin, “Practice makes perfect.”

And because Cody is a very dedicated varsity athlete, we spend the next few hours mastering our technique.

Chapter 19

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