Page 37 of The Great Maple Mistake

“That so?” Cody slips a hand down the back of my jeans and into my boxer briefs, teasing along the cleft of my ass. “Like this?”

“Yes, just like that. And lower.” I push against Cody, encouraging him to lie back on the couch, and follow him down, our lips devouring each other. His finger slips lower, pressing against my soft pucker, and I moan encouragingly. “Yes. God, yes. I’ve wanted you to touch me for so long.” He thrusts up against me, pressing his palm against my ass, dipping his finger inside. “Oh fuck yes.” I thrust back onto his hand, then grind down against his cock. Fuck, I’m leaking everywhere. “Same question.” How I’m able to form words, I have no clue. But I want to know what limits he has so I don’t cross them while we play. “Hard nos?” I nibble along his jaw. “Things to avoid?” I make it to his ear and suckle on his earlobe. “Things you especially love?”

“If you’re doing it to me or with me, I’m open to it all.” He moans as I tug his earlobe with my teeth. “As long as it’sjustyou and me. I’m not into sharing.”

I let go of his earlobe and shake my head. “Me either.” I push up on my hands and look down at him, grinding slowly against his cock, and fuck, it feels so damned good. “God, you’re big.”

He grins up at me. “Not really. I’m pretty average, but I like to think I know how to use that part of me to its best advantage.”

I raise an eyebrow. “Oh really?”

He slips his finger in to the first knuckle and grins up at me when my eyes widen. “Yup. Really.”

I close my eyes and roll my hips. “It’s been a long time since someone else’s hand has touched me like this.”

“Same. I’m not much for casual sex. No judgment to anyone who’s into that. It’s just not me. I like being in a relationship before I get intimate with someone.”

My already racing heart starts galloping wildly. “Are we in a relationship?”

“Yeah. We are.”

His confidence is sexy as hell. “Good thing I’m one hundred percent on board with that. Because I want to fuck you.”

“Hell, yes. Please.”

I glance at the clock over the fireplace, then reluctantly roll off of him and extend my hand. “Come on. My dad and Luke will both be home soon, and I’d rather not run into them right now. They’ll want to talk, and I’d prefer to be in my room with you, naked, sucking your cock and fucking your gorgeous ass.”

Cody grins as he takes my hand, allowing me to haul him to his feet. Before I can turn toward the stairs, he pulls me against his very firm body. “My boyfriend has a dirty mouth when he’s horny.” He cups my jaw, swiping his thumb over my lower lip. “Good thing I love dirty talk.”

I smirk, darting my tongue out to lick the pad of his thumb. “Noted,boyfriend. Now come with me.”

“I plan on it.”

Snickering, I pull him behind me, up to the main level of the house, then up two more flights of stairs to the refinished attic. When the house was built, the third floor was always meant as additional living space. Maybe for a nanny or something, but over the years, prior owners used it as storage and didn’t modernize it. My parents renovated it into something resembling the current century when Luke and I both moved back after college.

We walk down the short hallway, stopping in front of two closed doors. “This”—I point to the door on my left—“is my office and sometimes darkroom, if I’m using real film. This”—I openthe door directly in front of us—“is my bedroom slash gaming area.”

We step into the room, and I close the door while Cody gets his first look at the space. Directly in front of us are four dormer windows with built-in storage that doubles as window seats. To the right, the room opens up into a twenty- by twenty-five-foot square. The far wall has two full-sized windows, with my tall dresser placed between them. My king-sized bed and two side tables are against the wall to our left, and my long dresser is directly opposite. Along the remaining wall is a large screen TV with two gaming chairs in front. I like to think the decor is at least one step up from dorm room chic. The walls may be white, but the bedding is a gray, geometric pattern, with coordinating window coverings and a gray throw rug over the dark hardwood floors. Both the bedding and the room are clean, thank god.

“Your house is really cozy. I like your space here too. Private.” He tugs my arm, and I let him pull me close. “How are the acoustics?”

I snort. “Do you mean how loud can we be?”

Cody grins. “Yeah. I was more worried about myself. I’m a bit vocal during sex.”

I’m hit with a wave of lust, imagining Cody covered in a sheen of sweat, face down, ass up, begging me to fuck him. “Oh damn.” I reach down and stroke myself through my jeans.

Cody smirks, watching me. “That does it for you?”

“Hell yes. I love vocal partners. And to answer your question, we can be moderately loud, but it’s still a house, and shouting can be heard one floor down.” I know this because Finn and I have been told to keep it down when we’ve gotten excited during a few multiplayer RPG game sessions. Which, all things considered, is preferable to my dad and Luke hearing me having sex and mentioning it afterward. “Speaking of—” I reach for the hem of his shirt and haul it up his body. Cody obligingly raiseshis arms, and I pull it over his head, tossing it onto one of the gaming chairs. “I think it’s time we move things along.” I pull my own shirt up and over my head and toss it on top of Cody’s. “Wanna get loud for me, handsome?”

His grin is equal parts wicked and innocent, and you’d think that wouldn’t be possible, but with Cody, it is. “Yes. I do.” And damn if it doesn’t make my dick hard. He steps closer and slips his arms around me. “Tell me what you want me to do.”

I eye him speculatively. “Tell me how you mean that, please.” At his raised eyebrow, I clarify. “Do you mean you want me to make suggestions about what I enjoy and would be into, or do you mean that in a submissive way?” I’m not really into that kind of dom dynamic, but I can be flexible.

He pulls me close, and my bare skin tingles where it’s pressed against his. “Maybe a bit of both? I definitely want to know what you like. I get off on getting my partners off. But I don’t mind if you get a little bossy.”

My dick throbs, my body screaming to be touched. Now. “It’s like you were made for me.”

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