Page 72 of The Battery
Cody suddenly attempted to adjust himself. The soaked shorts weren’t helping. I politely ignored it.
“Well. If we’re confessing. I haven’t really done this before either,” Cody admitted. That earned him a surprised look on my face. “It’s only ever been friends with benefits. Ever since high school. I never really found someone I was genuinely interested in spending intimate, non-sexual time with.” He smiled. “Until I hit you in the shoulder and then the ass.”
“We’re both rookies, then. Any idea on how we should do this?”
“I like the dates. This morning was great.”
I nodded. “The chef comes tonight. I’ll make sure he makes something good.”
“No candles.”
“No candles,” I agreed. The first attempt at a candlelight dinner ended in one of my biggest regrets. The second time we brought it up, my uncle passed. The third resulted in Cody’s shot to the chest.
He leaned in to me the best he could. “I’m a bit, um, handicapped in the physical department, though. I hope you can be patient there.”
I moved so he wasn’t leaning in to me. Gave him a real good look. “You think you’re handicapped because you can’t move your chest much?”
He blushed and looked away. “Leo, it’s not like I’m very, y’know,mobile.”
I pushed off from the edge of the pool and popped to my feet. I knew where his head was at. His “handicap” was in direct relation to how he could use his body forme. Previously, I only had one chance to show him I wasn’t as selfish as I once was. That night in the hotel was one of my favorite memories. His shock and surprise. I needed to show him I wasn’t selfish when it came to building something that could last.Wouldlast.
Gently, I helped him to his feet. He had questions pouring out of his mouth but I ignored all of them. I guided him to a nearby lounge chair, the back of which I set to the forty-five-degree angle he needed for comfort. I sat down first, yanked off his sodden shorts, and guided him to sit with me. I spread my legs out and he sank to his rump with a hesitant laugh.
“You think I’m gonna bite?” I asked. My hands guided him by the shoulder to lean back against my chest. He adjusted his torso to minimize the pain.
“You’re not exactly gen—”
I slipped my right hand down the front of his boxers and grabbed a handful of him. His breath hitched. I lowered my face to the crook of his neck and inhaled. Parted my lips. Tasted his skin. He grew stiff in my hand and I stroked him slowly as he let out little whimpers. He had his arms in an awkward spot, pushed close together to stave off the pain. I slipped my left hand down and sank my fingers to his inner thigh. I freed his cock from his boxers to openly stroke. Long. Slow. Methodic.
I pressed my teeth down on his neck, but not too hard. I sucked lightly. Nothing egregious, but just enough for other people to see. To let them know.
He’s mine.
Cody’s hips bucked up into my grip. With my left hand, I pushed his waist down to control his movements.
“Why the rush?” I whispered in his ear. He shivered.
“Not gonna last long,” he admitted.
I licked at the lobe of his ear, then bit it lightly. “Just enjoy it,” I said. Again, his whole body quivered.
With a carefulness, he held onto my right forearm with his right hand, then slipped his left hand behind his ass. He grabbed a handful of me and I moaned into his ear. His hand dipped into my swimsuit, and I was about to tell him he didn’t have to, when he stroked me once to get what he wanted. He came away with a long bead of my pre-come on his fingers. I whispered a curse into his ear as my eyes tracked his hand. He licked at his fingers, licked at me, moaned from the taste.
Then he yanked my left hand away from his thigh and popped two of my fingers into his mouth. The fucking suction of his mouth. He was moaning the whole time, his bucking hips now wild and uncontrolled. He rubbed his ass into my crotch to the best of his ability. My stroking increased as I felt his body tense.
An eruption. He decorated both of us with his come. His screamed alongside my fingers in his mouth, which I quickly extracted and clamped over his mouth. We were sheltered from sight, yes, but not sound. I let him burst out as much as he wanted into my hand, muffling everything as I continued to jerk off his cock while the come flowed.
Eventually it abated and he sagged back into me. I milked what was left of him slowly as his breathing resumed tosomething more normal. I could tell by the hitch in his breath he triggered some pain through the ecstasy of the moment.
We sat there afterward. I ignored how much I wanted to get off and instead wrapped both arms around him gently. Kissed his neck.
“Doin’ okay?” I asked eventually.
He groaned, and not in a pleasurable way. “I think I overdid it.”
I made an overdramatic gesture of looking down at his chest soaked in ribbons of come. “You don’t say.”
He laughed, barked in pain, then cursed my name. I kissed him again.
