Page 89 of The Battery
I’m sure he thought he was going to run out of breath the way I had when I first plunged into icy waters. It stings all over and you never really get used to it. It still robs my breath, but I have grown accustomed to it and know what to expect when doing this. Cody did not, which made it all the more hilarious as I grabbed his legs to drag him back in when he tried to leave.
After only a few seconds of pretend rough play, I let him loose and he beelined it for the shore, cursing my name the whole way. I already had towels on the porch. I strode out of the water, dripping, freezing,happy. Couldn’t help the big, stupid grin plastered over my face. The sight made Cody halt in place. He studied me, as if he could record what he saw. I don’t think I had ever smiled this big around him. Or anyone in recent history, for that matter.
He openly stared, smiled back, and said, “Worth it.”
My cheeks blossomed with heat despite what we had just done. I looked away, shy for not the first time in the past day. I had been the previous night, and I thought I could hide it from him. Cody had sensed it, along with my hesitation. As to why I had suddenly grown shy around someone I was confident toward was beyond me. For the psychologists, perhaps. But Cody knew what to do.
We cleaned off our frozen, sandy feet on the porch and toweled off most of the water. Every muscle in my body was taut, strained and hardened against the cold as we sought the reprieving warmth inside. The woodstove blazed and Cody made to go over, still naked. Probably to grab a blanket.
But I wanted to keep him warm.
I grabbed him by the wrist, pulled harder than I should have, and pushed him against the door that I shut behind me. His back slammed into it hard enough to make it rattle. His eyes widened not in fear, but surprise.
Last night was soft and I enjoyed it and would again. Now, however, I wanted something much harder.
Cody picked up on the mood shift as if I held a sign. “Let me go warm up,” he said haughtily. I looked down to see him growing harder by the second.
Play with me, his eyes seemed to say.
I braced my left forearm across his upper chest to pin him in place. “No,” I said in a hoarse whisper. My eyes flicked down again. He was almost fully erect.
Fight back, my eyes dared him.
He attempted to move forward but my arm blocked his path. Both of his hands went up to grab me, holding tight, almost white knuckling, but he didn’t try and pull my arm down. I brought my right hand forward and pressed my thumb into his mouth. He opened without resistance as I slid the digit around to slick it with spit. I pulled at his cheek to open his mouth. Hishead yanked to the side and he let out a small whimper. I studied his eyes, had my finger on the pulse of his mood. We hadn’t set up any type of safety net, yet…
Cody sucked hard on my thumb to pull it fully in his mouth. I arched my hips forward so that our hard cocks danced against each other. I pulled my thumb out with apop, lowered my hand, and slipped it between his thighs. His eyes lit up as I pressed my thumb inside him without much fanfare. Hetuttedin surprise, then his eyes rolled back in pleasure. I swiveled my thumb, and his knees weakened. This time, he used his grip on my forearm to keep him upright. His hips bucked to hump nothing but air as I worked my thumb inside of him to hit the right spot. He let out a long, languid moan.
Then, I pulled him away from the door. Cody let me move him as I walked us three steps into the kitchen to brace him face-first in front of the counter while I stood behind. Without preamble I put my left hand on his hip and used my right hand to force him back down. His chest hit the countertop, palms slapping against the surface. I angled myself, aimed, and released a long wad of spit to drop onto my cock. I worked at my mouth to get more. The saliva mixed with my pre-come and I teased his hole with the head of my cock. My chest rose and fell heavily, balls already tightening at the sight of his arched back while bending over.
I teased again to make him comfortable, but he didn’t need it. He pleaded and begged but I held back, pressing just inside and out an inch. His open palm slammed down on the counter as he screamed out for me to fuck him.
I sank inside him with a sudden rush. He yelled again, voice hitched with pleasure. Fuck he was so tight. The heat of his ass, the way his body moved when he wanted me. I bucked my hips into him hard and he slammed into the counter, bellowing out a grunt every time I rammed. I had both hands on his hips now,slamming forward as hard as I could to feel and hear the slap of our bodies. Still, he begged me to give him more.
I paused, reached forward, and yanked him up by his neck so that my chest pressed against his back. I lifted his chin to expose his throat. His breathing came hard and fast, as though he had been running.
“You want more?” I growled into his ear.
“Please.”
“I don’t think you do.”
“Please. More.”
I pulled myself free of him. Once again, I manhandled him and pushed us toward the bedroom. He moved without hesitation or question.
Inside the room I shoved him down to the bed. I rifled through my bag to find lube. True, I could generate plenty myself, but it wasn’t as endless as the bottle’s supply could be.
“Chest down, ass up,” I demanded. “Now.”
He snapped at my command like he had been trained. I lubed up my cock as I kneeled behind him and dripped more onto his ass. Put both hands on his hips…
I slid inside so easily I almost came. The long, deep moan he unleashed into the comforter was a close second. I pumped and savored the sound of our skin slapping, his breath grunting, my own labored breathing. I slapped his ass and he shouted again, begging for more. It was as if he couldn’t get enough of me even when he had it all.
He lifted himself so that my chest was to his back again. I had my right hand on his hip and my left arm locked around his chest as I sank my lips to his neck and sucked. I looked down to see how incredibly hard and big his cock had grown.
“You like this,” I said.
“Fuck yes.”
