Page 27 of Wish Me Home

“I’m not here very much, so its only purpose is a roof over my head,” he explained as he shut and locked his door. He stripped off his jacket and dropped it on a pile by the bed that I assumed was his dirty laundry.

He made his way into the small kitchen area, opening a cabinet and pulling out two glasses. Setting them on the counter he turned to me and asked. “Can I get you anything to drink?”

I walked up behind him, wrapping my arms around his waist. He leaned into me as I nuzzled his neck because I was thirsty, but not for something to drink. I was thirsty for him. My lips trailed up his neck as he tipped his head to the side to give me better access. He smelled salty from the beach.

“I want to devour you,” I mumbled against his skin. It was enough for him to groan and turn in my grasp. He locked his arms around my neck and pulled me in for more of the heated kisses we’d shared outside.

Pressing him back into the counter, I ground my hips into his, allowing him to feel how aroused I was. His answering erection spurred me into action as I pushed up his t-shirt. There were suddenly too many clothes involved.

Cody lifted his arms enough to allow me to pull his shirt off. It was like a race began the second it was gone. He pulled at my hoodie as if its existence was offensive. Right, clothes. There were still too many.

We broke apart, and I ripped my sweater over my head, pulling the shirt I’d worn underneath with it. When I dropped it to the floor, Cody was already working on his jeans and my mouth watered as I watched them pool on the ground. I wasted no time with my shorts until we stood in nothing more than our underwear.

Though we’ve made each other come twice already, this was the most we’d been undressed in front of each other. I wanted to see more of his tanned skin. Unlike me, Cody didn’t have a ton of body hair. He had some on his legs, arms, and that tempting trail that led from his navel to his groin.

He dragged me to his bed, and I pushed him down onto it. I climbed on top of him, kissing his shoulder and working my way across his chest which rose and fell rapidly with each breath he took.

Sliding down his body, I took a rosy nipple between my lips and sucked it until it was hard and he was squirming below me. The whines that fell from his lips were music to my ears and encouraged me to keep going.

I reached his belly button and kissed it, hooking my fingers into the waist of his briefs. Looking up, our eyes locked. Cody bit his lip and nodded his consent for me to continue. I pulled the underwear down his legs and sat back to admire the naked man sprawled out on the bed before me.

Shucking my own boxers, I slid back up his body and hissed as our cocks came into contact. Cody let out his own mewl of desire as his hips moved against me, seeking any friction that he could get.

“Do you have any supplies?” The thought process had eluded me until now, but it would suck to get this far and have to stop.

“Shit. Top drawer.” Cody pointed to the small bedside table.

I scrambled over him and opened the drawer to find a sleeve of condoms and a bottle of lube. I pulled out what I needed, threw the excess back in the drawer, and slammed it closed. When I turned to look at him, I froze.

Pinching my eyes closed, I took a deep breath to steady myself. This whole thing was a whirlwind of emotions and feelings. The man on the bed was breathtaking and I couldn’t wait to take him apart, to see him writhe beneath me.

The lid for the lube easily popped open as I doused my fingers. Cody spread his legs as I settled between them. His eyes sparkled as a sexy smirk spread across his face. There was no need to discuss expectations here. It was like we already knew what the other craved.

With my non-lubed-up hand I pushed his right knee to his chest, seeking his tight pucker with the other. I circled the hole for a moment before pushing in. Cody’s brow pinched for a moment and I eased up.

“You okay?” I asked.

“Yeah, just been a while,” he answered. He relaxed into the bed, threw an arm over his eyes and took a few breaths.

I didn’t move, giving him time to adjust. After a few moments, he wiggled against me. It was all the consent I needed, and continued to work my finger inside of him.

It really had been wrong of me to assume that he’d hooked up often. This was more than confirmation that he didn’t. He was trusting me with something he didn’t often give. His past wasn’t my business but the realization also made me feel special to him.

I worked another finger inside and pumped them in and out of his body. His head was tilted back and a fine sheen of sweat glistened across his forehead. His chest heaved with each labored breath and he pushed back against my fingers.

“I think—I think I’m ready,” he panted.

Quickly, I pulled my hand away, ripped open the condom package, and rolled it on over my length. When I looked at Cody, he had pulled his legs up, and I was greeted with him spread open for me. My cock pulsed at the sight.

“Damn, you look delicious. Next time I want to taste you.”

He whimpered as I moved against him, lined the head of my cock up with his entrance, and pressed inside. He hissed at the intrusion and I slowed my pace. As much as I wanted to fuck him senseless, pain was still the last thing I wanted to cause him.

Once fully seated, I held still. I rested my forehead against his chest to catch my breath. Without warning, he rocked against me and all bets were off. It was if the dam had broken and my hips snapped and the wild fucking began.

The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed through his small apartment. His grunts filled my ears as I panted against his shoulder. I tried so desperately to hold on, and to make this last. There had been my brief mention of a next time, but I wasn’t sure how likely that would be. This all felt big but also so fleeting. What were we to each other?

“Fuck. Emmett. Touch me.” His demands were brief and cut off by the slamming of my thrusts.

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