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Chapter

Seven

Cody

M y stiff fingers clutch his wrist, acting like a thread of yarn in the dark. Something guiding him into the light.

Back to me.

It doesn’t take a genius to figure out that there’s something deeper behind the lists thing.

“Your parents won’t mind me coming in?”

“I’m a mortgage helper, Ari. As an adult. My suite is my suite.” Admittedly, Mom and Dad charge me far less than the going rate in Vancouver, and I suspect that they’ve been banking my “rent” for me for when I do get a place of my own. But I come and go as I please. I can have men over as I please.

I just … don’t, really. It’s easier for Mom to notice something like that while I live in their laneway house. Mom will meddle. Dad stays out of my love life.

“Okay.”

Inside we kick off our shoes. Ari’s quick to shed his jacket, but I keep mine. I keep the lights off because I’m bringing him straight to my room.

I don’t know what the morning will bring, but tonight he’s mine .

It’s a loft-style laneway house. I tug him up the stairs as he looks around, getting the lay of the place.

“This is some set up, Codes,” he says.

“I like it.”

The living room spreads out below, with the kitchen at the North end, below the bedroom. The floors are hardwood and the walls are white brick. There are two large windows on the west side, one above the other, divided by a ledge filled with plants.

“We’re in your bedroom,” Ari says. “That’s your bed.”

“Uh-huh.” I unbutton my Mackinaw, already heating up.

“But we’re not?—”

“Do we need to be boyfriends to fuck?”

“Well, no, but?—”

“Just take me to bed, Ari.”

“As you wish.”

He pushes me onto the bed. And then he’s above me. Rough fingers ghost over my face. His nose almost touches mine, our lips only a hair’s breadth away from each other.

“Cody? I’m gonna kiss you now.”

I thought I was ready. I wasn’t.

I fall.

Through the clouds, spiraling toward Earth at an inhumane velocity. I forget where I am, but also find my way home. His tongue curls around mine, and I don’t bother fighting for control, I want him to have me. He’s already shown me how much he wants me, that he can be trusted. I’m ready to dive from the ledge with him.

Ari tastes like beer and man. I take a deep inhale, filling my lungs with his minty shampoo scent.

“Mhm.”

“Yeah, baby,” he says barely lifting his mouth from mine, latching on again.

Baby.

His hands explore me. Everywhere. Finding the hem of my t-shirt and sliding up, over bare skin. Ari’s fingers are as coarse as I imagined, the unshorn flesh of a man who works with his hands. They scratch over my ribcage, sending tingles straight to my quickly filling cock.

He pulls his lips off. “Fuck, Cody. I want to defile you.”

“Yes.”

“I want to make you all mine.”

“ Please. ”

“I don’t have condoms,” he says, leaning his forehead against mine. “Please say you have ‘em.”

I nod. “Yep. Bedside drawer,” I say between kisses.

He frowns. “I have mixed feelings. Happy you have them for us, but?—”

“Jealous?”

“You get jealous, too.” Is that a pout I spy? Ari’s so tough and manly all the time, seeing him pout is fucking adorable.

But damn right, I get jealous, too. If those pretty little puck bunnies flirt with him ever again after this, they’re getting jalapeno hot dogs.

“They’re old—but not expired.”

He pops the buttons on my jeans, ripping them open. “I guess that’s acceptable. I’ll just have to erase everyone else from your body. No big deal.” His lips mouth over my cotton-covered cock. I’ve never hated boxer shorts more than I do now. My fingers claw the sheets as he moves up, his lips suck the sensitive area of my torso, brutalizing the skin there.

New sounds slip from my lips, needy sounds. God, I’ve never been so desperate for one man, but it makes sense, I’ve been aching for him. Every word between us was a tease. Every accidental touch. Me trying to catch his gaze from across the rink—I can admit that I did it a lot—was our version of foreplay. But he—the cocky fucker—totally responded on purpose, waiting for just the right moment to look up from his floor mopping, enough to send my heart galloping.

He pulls my boxers down slowly, letting my heavy cock bob out. “Look at me, Cody. I want you to watch me swallow you down.”

“Ari, fuck.”

Hot. Wet. Suction from sexy hell. Jesus. I swear to fuck my cock squeezes, just the small muscles, enough to put me in danger of coming too soon.

“Sl-Slow down. Gonna come,” I croak.

His mouth pops off my wet dick, a string of saliva connecting his lips to the head. “No, you’re fucking not. Not till I’m inside you.”

Oh, God.

And this is where I get to see Ari’s dark side. He’s sweet and kind until he gets a hold of my cock, apparently. Now, he’s just fucking diabolical—like when he edged me in the locker room. He made ten minutes feel like an eternity.

His tongue drags over the shaft as he sucks. I moan.

“Please, Ari. Want you. Want you in me.”

“Soon.”

Ari sucks me until I’m near to exploding, then backs off only to repeat his special brand of torture. My hips buck, chasing his mouth. Sometimes they land the mark and sometimes I hit nothing but air. God fucking damn him.

He laughs. “You ready for me to fill you, Codes?”

Fingers toy with my hole, not dipping inside, only circling, fucking teasing me to death.

“Yes, dammit. I don’t care about foreplay tonight.” We’ve had enough foreplay. “I want to feel you in me, all over me.”

“Clothes. Off.” His eyes darken. “I’m gonna destroy you for anyone else, baby. Make you all mine.”

I’ve seen peeks of Ari’s body. His abs when he lifts his arms over his head. His ass when he wears his tighter jeans. The trail of hair leading down to his crotch when he wears loose gray sweats.

But I’ve never seen his cock.

He yanks his t-shirt off, peeling it from his body, unveiling a long row of chunky abs that flex and contract with his movements. The collar of his t-shirt catches on his hair. It poofs and floats downward, some stray bits sticking up because of the static. He shakes his head so that it falls.

Ari’s brows raise.

Right. Clothes off. But I don’t want to miss watching him undress. I keep my eyes glued to him while I shuck my jacket from my arms and tear my t-shirt off like it’s burning me.

He loses his pants quickly, but everything’s still covered by his cotton boxers—seriously, boxers are the villain of the night—but there’s a clear outline. He’s hard for me.

Ari rubs a hand over his cloth-covered cock. “Are you thinking about it? About my cock deep inside you?”

“Yeah-huh. I want you to fill me, Ari. Please.”

Since I’m slow to do it, he grips the hems of my jeans, removing them in one swift motion. My boxers are quick to follow. He stares, stepping between my legs.

“God, you're gorgeous.”

When Ari says it, I actually believe him. I quirk my lips. “You’re not so bad yourself, stud.”

He knows he’s handsome.

A warm hand slides to cup my face. “Didn’t care much about being handsome until you, but now I’m worried I’m not enough by comparison.”

Is he for real? He’s got to be joking. Ari’s so hot the sun’s jealous.

Our lips meet again, and he sucks the bottom one into his mouth, toying with it between his teeth.

“Now, how do I want you?” he muses out loud. “I want to look into your pretty eyes, but I can pound you harder from behind.”

My cock throbs. “I want it hard.”

“I fucking knew it. It’s always the quiet ones.”

“Not that quiet. I chased away plenty of your admirers.”

He smiles into another kiss. “You sure did. I like you all protective and jealous of me. Lay down. I’m gonna make both our wishes come true.”

He’s gonna whaaa?—

Ari pushes me down since I don’t move fast enough for him. He waggles his brow and then his boxers are gone. I finally get to see his cock. It’s worth the wait. Fuck. Leaking, a fat mushroomed head, purpling around the edges.

Crack!

The sting of a heavy handprint blooms on the side of my ass.

“Stay there.”

He’s back quickly, there’s a snick and his hand maneuvering my bare foot over his shoulder.

“This is how you should be always, spread open for me. I’m gonna make you feel so good.”

Cool lube soaks my crease. The greasy lube highlights the rough ridges of his fingers, makes me more sensitive. I’ll forever know those fingers in the dark.

“I’ve been picturing it, the way I’d make you scream when I took you for the first time. Do you think you’ll do that? Can you be loud for me, baby?”

Those fingers are torture, teasing around my hole, sinking in to the first knuckle.

He slaps my ass. A prompt to answer the question.

“Yes! I can be loud. Ungh. ” He twists the finger, still not all the way inside, but it’s thick enough to inflict pleasurable pressure.

“Then let’s hear you.”

I exhale a loud hiss as one of those rough fingers slips inside and my muscles clench around it. He slides it in and out, twisting and gliding. Ari works me open, slowly, but with enough force to burn on every stroke, letting me know he’s there. Taking over my soul.

“Fuck, you’re so tight.”

He adds another finger, scissoring into me, and then a third, punching a yelp from my chest. On the edge of the bed, as I am, it’s like I’m hanging onto nothing but him, nothing but him to keep me tethered to reality. At his mercy. I’m already panting with anticipation as my nuts throb—what more does the bastard want from me?

Ari must notice the emotions on my face. He chuckles. “Frustrated, baby?”

“Yes, dammit. Wait until it’s my turn to tease you.”

“All I hear is I’m gettin’ a second round with your ass. Fine with me.”

“You’re the most infuriating man on the planet.” But he thrusts his fingers in deeper and my words cut off abruptly when he finds my prostate. I choke on a broken sob, back arching, never wanting this to end, but wanting his cock more.

Ari’s fingers slip away, and I whine, making my displeasure clear. It’s so empty without him in me. I didn’t think I was gonna be like this with him. So desperate and needy.

But I should have known.

Ari’s the place I’ve been waiting for. The shoulder I can rest my head on when the world makes me too tired. He makes the loud quiet, and the quiet an adventurous place to live. He’s the place where my heart speeds up and my insides burn. He’s every wish I’ve ever made. He’s mine.

He rubs a condom-covered cock over my rim. I suck my bottom lip into my mouth. The moment simmers with importance, and I take a shaky breath.

“You okay, baby?” Ari murmurs, the back of his knuckles grazing my cheek.

“More than okay. I just … I’m glad you picked this position.” I stare into his cornflower blues.

“Had to. I want to see you fall apart on my cock.” The head breaches me as tiny butterflies flutter in my stomach, swirling like a whirlwind. I’m nice and open for him, all it takes is one swift thrust to fuck his way inside me.

I moan in pure relief.

“I’m home now, Cody,” he says. His lips capture mine in a filthy kiss just before he pulls out and fucks into me again, scraping, rubbing my prostate. He picks up the rhythm, gradually building until he’s sure I’m comfortable. “I’m fucking your beautiful ass just like I told you I would.”

He did.

“Now, I’m gonna make you come so hard. Tell me how you want it.”

I’m already breathless, my brain too lost in a sex-filled haze to find words. “De-Deeper. I want deeper. Harder. More. More of you.”

Ari secures the ankle of mine hanging over his shoulder and then he grips my other ankle, spreading me wider. He’s buried deep, so deep.

“Keep making those noises, I wanna hear them in my sleep.”

If I’m making noises, it’s because of his massive dick, scraping them out of me. Little mewls, and breathy sounds. I teeter on the edge of the bed, on the precipice of insanity. He fucks me as hard as I wanted, the obscene sound of skin slapping skin rings off the walls as the bed rocks beneath us.

Every hit to my prostate sends jolts of white-hot lightning to every limb.

“Cody.” It’s growled low from his throat, but it curls into my veins. I love that. I fucking love that. It gives me a feeling that I could subsist on in the absence of air, food, and water.

“Fuck me. Fuck me harder, Ari.”

He uses those powerful hockey hips to thrust like a madman, obliging my wishes. Sweat drips down his brow, and I struggle to keep up with my own demands, muscles burning, clenching around his cock and milking it for all it’s worth.

Then his hand wraps around my cock. I’m doomed. All those sandpaper-like imperfections make themselves known, grazing over the silky skin of my already throbbing cock. “I think we need a little more lube.”

There’s a short pause while he drowns me in lube, but then he’s back and oh fucking god. That hand is going to be my undoing. He drags it up and down at a leisurely pace, slowing the thrusts of his hips, making the whole experience incredible torture.

“To think there was a time I liked you,” I complain.

“Whatever, you’re loving this.”

I am. I might try to deny it with words, but everything else betrays me—my body, the pleasure cries, the rock-solid hardness of my dick.

Somehow, he’s able to quicken his thrusts, timing them with the pace he’s stroking my cock. I’m overloaded with sensations, but I catch Ari’s gaze, our worlds colliding into one, and my breath catches.

He’s it. He’s gonna be it for me.

“C’mon, baby. Fall apart for me.”

It’s the true meaning of falling apart. My body convulses, short circuits, and then jolts into action again. The sounds that come out of me. They’re sinful. Unrecognizable. Heedless. I can’t even help myself. Cum spurts and dribbles from my cock, forming a hot river, cascading over my abs.

“Fuck. Oh fuck,” Ari says. He falls overtop of me, hands landing on either side of my head. He falters then shudders as he loses his perfect rhythm. His lips land on my collarbone, and he sucks, groaning out an orgasm, all the while pushing harder, trying to get deeper, deeper. As close as he can get to me.

He keeps sucking, making a point, a mark. Leaving something behind.

We don’t stop at one time. We fuck until dawn. Until orange Autumn sunlight filters through the windows. Until my voice is a throaty raw thing. I notice the time just before I’m drifting off to sleep.

“M’kay, Ari. I’ll be your boyfriend.”

“Heard that,” he mumbles, halfway to dreamland, tightening his hold on me. “All mine. No takebacks.”