Page 18 of Candy Hearts, Vol. 2

CHAPTER 18

CODY

If my teenaged self could see me now…

Impaled on Ken’s glorious cock, I can’t imagine a time where the idea of having sex seemed anything other than fan-fucking-tastic. If I thought the past weeks of exchanging mutual orgasms through blow jobs and hand jobs and frotting were amazing, those feelings were nothing in comparison to this.

Because this is more than just sex.

We’re making love.

This isn’t just about orgasms, even if sharing orgasms with Ken is a life-altering experience all on its own. No, this is about so much more than that. It’s about finally admitting how I feel about him and having those feelings reciprocated. It’s about trust, and vulnerability, and adoration, and worshipping each other. It’s about letting him see a side of me nobody else ever has, and knowing that I’m receiving the same privilege in return.

I never desired sex with strangers or dates I didn’t click with, and this is why.

I was looking for this feeling. The entire bundle of equal parts physical and emotional pleasure.

I was looking for love.

And I’ve found it. Fuck, have I found it.

Once upon a time, Ken was my secret crush. A fantasy, completely unobtainable and way out of my league. Now, he’s one of my best friends, and the man I want to spend forever with. The fact that he wants the same with me fills me with a happiness I can’t quite put words to.

And then feeling him inside me? It’s the icing on the cake.

It’s so intimate. His cock might not be as long or as thick as some of my dildos, but the heat of him, both inside me and of his body hovering over mine, elevates every little sensation. His fading cologne wafts over me while the scent of his shampoo lingers on his pillowcase, and I’m surrounded by him entirely. Physically, and also by scent and heat and the sound of his labored breathing.

I feel like, connected as we are, I am a part of him and he is a part of me.

Even though I told him I don’t need to be treated like glass —that this might be my first time with another person, but not with penetration itself— I’m glad that Ken takes his time with me. He’s not rushing us to the end point, clearly just as interested in prolonging the moment as I am.

Just like his scent and his warmth, Ken’s lips also feel like they’re everywhere as he slowly thrusts in and out of my body. He kisses my lips, my cheeks, my closed eyelids…then my neck, the tops of my pecs, and my shoulders and everywhere else he can reach. The kisses are slow and sensual, like he’s tasting my skin and mapping every inch of flesh he can find. They leave a trail of fire in their wake that settles into my veins and makes the whole experience so much more intense.

I’m torn between chasing down the orgasm (which I know will be epic) and never wanting tonight to end.

“K-Ken…” I clutch at him, wishing he could always just be buried deep inside me, but simultaneously reveling in the feeling of his cock dragging out, almost to the tip, before smoothly filling me up all over again, grazing my prostate and shooting sparks of pleasure through my nervous system. I gasp every single time, the sound of it echoing in my ears, almost like I’ve shouted instead.

“What, baby?” he asks, the words ragged and panted, like an echo of my gasps. He doesn’t still his movements or even speed up, though he does let out a little groan when I accidentally clamp around him. “Fuck, you feel so good.”

“Y-yes. That. I…you feel…” I can feel my balls drawing up, tightening with my impending release. The pleasure I’m feeling is magnified by the friction of my wet cockhead rubbing against his stomach with every roll of his body over mine. I haven’t even considered wriggling a hand between us, knowing that if I stroke myself even once, I’ll go over the edge. I’m not ready for that. “I’m…too close.”

Ken chuckles and I swear I feel his cock jerking and twitching inside me when he does. He bends his head down, gently turning my face to the side with his cheek so he can bring his kiss-swollen lips to my ear. “That’s the idea, sweetheart,” he croons, before taking my earlobe into his mouth and sucking.

That particular sensation somehow travels directly to my cock and I whimper, digging my fingers into the fuzzy flesh of his ass cheeks. “D-do that again.”

This time, he nibbles gently before he repeats the earlobe-sucking thing.

“ Ohhh… ” I moan, arching my back. “H-how does that feel so good?”

Ken’s cheek moves with the width of his grin. “We’re going to find all your erogenous zones,” he whispers into my ear, and the tickling warmth of his breath makes me shiver. Or maybe it’s the anticipation of fulfilling that promise.

He’s still rocking into me, still nudging the spot inside me that makes me see stars, and now he’s sucking my earlobe and panting into my ear with every drive of his amazing cock and—oh, God, I’m going over the edge.

I come with a wordless cry, short and sharp and loud. I’m dimly aware of my cum spreading between us, far too absorbed by the sheer ecstasy zipping and zapping through me in pulses of bliss.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” Ken groans, suddenly speeding up as I clench around him with the force of my release. “That’s it, baby. That’s it. Ohhh… nnngh .”

He’s gone rigid, and I’m convinced I feel him swell and explode deep inside me while his hips seem to spasm as he follows me over.

We kiss sloppily as we come down from the shared high, and a part of me wants to hold him right there, forever. But he’s softening, and he has to get rid of the condom, and we probably need to have a talk about where we’re going to go from here.

At least with that last thing, I know that, no matter what, we’ll be going forward together.

When he’s climbing back into bed after leaving to toss the trash in his little wastebasket in the bathroom, I’m fighting sleep. I want to stay awake, to have the conversation we delayed in preference of sex, but my eyes are heavy and his bed is warm and smells like him.

I don’t even stir as he wipes my belly with a warm, damp cloth, or when he snuggles up beside me, spooning around me and tugging his lush, thick blanket over us.

But I muster a smile at the press of his lips to my temple, and the sweet, murmured “Happy Valentine’s Day, Cody,” which lulls me off to dreamland.

For the first time in my entire life, I understand exactly why my parents love this Hallmark holiday. And if the rest of them are like this? I think I’m going to love them all, too.