Page 9 of Accidentally Joining His Cult (Chicago Awakenings #1)

CHAPTER NINE

Beckett

K issing Cody is even hotter than I’d hoped it would be. He really is enthusiastic about everything that he does, and making out with me is no exception. My whole body heats as our tongues tangle and we explore each other’s mouths, teeth nipping and hands roaming over hair and hard muscles. He’s pulling me closer as if trying to fuse us together, and I want everything he’s giving me.

His hard dick is rubbing against mine, and even through our pants, it’s making my head spin. I want to tear his clothes off, pin him onto the table, and show him the wonders of his prostate.

But that might be a little much for his first time with a man.

I know he said he’s not freaking out, so I shouldn’t be holding back completely, but jumping from thinking you’re straight to a dick in your ass on the same day is a bit extreme.

He hasn’t flinched at any of this, and he didn’t hesitate when I mentioned taking our cocks out earlier. Maybe I can escalate things a little and ease him into it. Starting small, I trail wet kisses down his jaw and neck while unbuttoning his shirt. He eagerly helps me shrug it off, already working the buttons on mine.

Once our shirts are gone, he tangles his fingers in my hair, holding my head to him like he’s afraid I’ll stop kissing across his pecs. His muscles are insane, big, and defined in a way that makes it obvious he loves working out, but not in a bodybuilder, “does he use steroids?” kind of way. I move down to one of his peaked nipples, running my tongue over the pink tip before sucking it into my mouth. He whimpers, and my dick twitches in response.

“Holy fuck, do that again!” He sounds desperate, and I move to repeat the motion on his other side.

I’m not sure if he’s even aware that his hips are thrusting forward, and I decide to see how he feels about me touching him. I unbutton his pants, careful not to put pressure on the very obvious bulge tenting them, before sliding my hand inside to cup his erection through his boxer briefs.

He makes another high-pitched noise at the contact. “Oh god. Yes,” he pants, his thoughts spilling out between gasps. “More of that. Please touch my dick,” he adds, and I smile as I work my mouth back up to his neck. Then I hook my thumbs into the back of his underwear and push them down with his pants.

I knew that Cody would have a great dick after seeing the bulge in his shorts this morning, and my mouth starts watering as I take in the size of him. He’s a big guy and is definitely proportionate; his thick cock is straining toward his defined abs and the angry pink head is already shiny with precum. I spit in my hand before wrapping it around him and glance up to see a look of awe on his face.

Cody crashes his lips back to mine as I give him a few firm strokes, and he fumbles with the waistband of my pants as I continue to work his erection.

He hasn’t taken his hands off of me this entire time, and I know that he’s fully aware that a man is touching his dick—there’s no mistaking my muscular frame for anything else. But I’m still a little hesitant to show him all of me. What if, when he sees my achingly hard cock, he realizes this isn’t what he wants after all? What if he realizes he prefers women?

Pulling back, I try to give him an out. “You don’t have to?—”

“Beck, please let me see your dick,” his tone is pleading, not hesitant or shy. “I know that you’re the first man I’ve been with, and you’re worried about me, but I’m fucking fantastic right now, and I’d really like it if I wasn’t the only one with my cock out.” He gives me a reassuring smile.

I nod as my nerves ease, and he wastes no time removing the rest of my clothes, leaving us standing naked in the kitchen. His expression is full of fascination, and his eyes are glued to my cock. Cody reaches out his hand and gently grasps it, his thumb tracing a vein, making me shiver.

“I’m sure that you’ve played with your own before. I promise you won’t break it.” I smirk at him, and my comment must give him a confidence boost. He grips me more firmly, moving with a small twist from the base up to where he smears precum over the swollen tip.

“Fuck, this is so hot,” he says absentmindedly, like he doesn’t even mean for me to hear.

“If you think that’s hot, wait until I have your dick in my mouth,” I tease, mostly just wanting to see how he’ll react, not really expecting us to go that far.

His gaze snaps back to mine. “Is that an option? Please tell me that it’s an option.” He’s giving me the biggest puppy dog eyes, practically begging for me to agree.

Fuck, how is he so adorable and so sexy at the same time? He could get me to agree to anything with that look.

I drop to my knees, and before I can even wrap my mouth around his wide tip, he’s rambling like he can’t possibly keep his thoughts to himself. “I’m definitely not straight. This is so fucking hot, and you haven’t even used your mouth yet.”

He’s speaking so quickly that I can barely understand the string of words. “Just the image of you on your knees for me. Jesus, I’m not going to last long. Don’t make fun of me if I blow the second I’m in your mouth. Fuuuuuu?—”

His final curse turns into a deep moan as I interrupt his rambling by grabbing the base of his cock and guiding him into my mouth, taking him as deeply as I can. He grips the back of my head with both hands as I work my way up and down his dick, going a little deeper with each pass. I run my tongue over the sensitive area just below the head, and he whimpers. I can’t get enough of all the sounds he’s making.

Not wanting this to end too quickly, I ease up, giving lighter strokes and moving my mouth to his full balls. “Fuck, yes. Play with them. That feels amazing,” he groans, his voice thick with need and desire.

I’ve never considered that I might have a praise kink, but his constant encouragement is really doing it for me. “Are you always this bossy?” I tease before returning my attention to his heavy sac.

“I’ll be whatever you want me to be if you keep doing that,” he says on a dreamy exhale.

Inspired by his enthusiasm, I pull away from his balls, wet my finger, and proceed to swallow his cock. Deciding to push my luck, I trail my hand between his legs, seeking his tight hole. I don’t press in. Just tap it a few times to gauge his reaction.

“Fuck! I’m going to?—”

Hot, thick cum shoots down my throat, and I continue to swallow around him, wanting it all. When his dick finally finishes twitching, I make sure I’ve had every drop before pulling back and smiling up at him, licking my lips.

“Fuck, you’re so hot. Shit, sorry I didn’t have much warning there.” He looks down at me, his expression full of awe.

“No need to apologize. That was great.”

When I stand, I’m surprised that Cody tries to pull me in for a kiss. “Wait, I still have the taste of your cum in my mouth,” I chuckle.

His eyes grow darker as he goes in for a desperate kiss, licking all around the inside of my mouth and moaning before he finally pulls away. “That’s sexy as fuck.”

“You swear a lot when you’re turned on,” I comment, smirking as he laughs.

“You going to punish me for it?” he asks, but there’s a teasing challenge in his tone. The look he gives me tells me that he doesn’t hate the idea.

This man continues to surprise me with how perfect he is.

“Don’t tempt me with a good time,” I tease back as I start to stroke my own aching cock. After all of that, I’m so close already. “Can I come on you?” I ask. I probably should go take care of this in the shower or something, but Cody is so hot, and the look of hunger still in his gaze as he watches me touch myself emboldens me to stay right here.

“You don’t want me to blow you?” he asks, sounding disappointed.

My cock twitches at the idea, and I know I won’t last long enough to attempt his first blow job. “No time, I’m right there,” I manage to grunt out, my voice sounding deep and tortured as I feel the orgasm building in the base of my spine.

Cody scrambles to his knees in front of me as he says, “Come on my face.”

Then he opens his mouth, relaxing his tongue out like he’s ready to catch my load, and I am dead.

Dead.

Cody kneeling before me with his hands resting on his thighs, gazing up at me with his mouth open, waiting to taste me, his cheeks still flushed, looking wrecked from his own release, has to be the single hottest thing that I’ll ever see in my life.

My stomach muscles clench, and waves of pleasure crash through me, my orgasm hitting harder than ever before. My entire body feels like it’s buzzing, overwhelmed by the euphoric sensation. My release goes on and on, thick ropes of cum covering Cody’s face and tongue as my dick somehow isn’t done.

Did I think him kneeling there was the hottest thing ever? Because clearly, this takes the cake.

I must still be in some sort of post-orgasm haze because I have no control over my hand as it raises to his cheek to collect my release that’s missed his mouth before shoving two cum covered digits past his full lips and in a deep voice growling, “Suck.”

Cody whimpers again, eagerly sucking and swirling his tongue around my fingers like he’s desperate to taste every drop. Holding his gaze, I stroke his cheek with my other hand before softly praising him. “Good boy.”

His eyes flash as the words light him up. This man is truly perfect. How am I going to give him up after this weekend?

I dismiss the thought as quickly as it comes. No need to worry about silly things like if I’ll see him again while he’s still right in front of me.

“I’ve always been a big fan of facials, but being on the receiving end was way hotter than I expected,” Cody says casually, making me chuckle.

“Let’s go take a shower and get cleaned up,” I suggest as I help him back up to his feet.

“Together?” he questions, his eyebrows practically in his hair as he gives me those pleading eyes again.

“If that’s okay with you,” I tease because he’s obviously excited by the idea.

“Being bi is awesome.” Cody’s got a huge smile as he practically skips into the bathroom, leaving me with an excellent view of his ass.

Maybe I’ll sign up for another one of these weekends. Just to give him the full experience of being with a man. No harm in that.

It doesn’t have to mean anything.

And maybe if I lie to myself enough, it will start to sound more convincing.