Page 1 of The Cocky for Cody
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“It’s my first time,”I whispered. “You promise you’ll be gentle?”
Cody’s lips were close to my ear, his breath warm against my neck, his body pressed hard against my back. I could feel the pounding of my boyfriend’s heart, the strength of his muscled arms as they enveloped me. I shuddered with the delight at the sensation of his hardening crotch grinding against my ass as he uttered in that spellbinding Australian accent of his, “Brace yourself, babe. Are you ready?”
Anxiously I inhaled and held my breath.
“On the count of three,” he said, gritting his teeth in anticipation. “One…”
I released the air in my lungs. “Wait.”
“Two…”
“Wait, wait, wait!”
“What is it?”
“Are you going to pushonthe count of three?”
“That’s normally how this works.” There was that hint of Aussie sarcasm I both loved and hated.
“But wait,” I said. “Just to clarify, are you pushingonthree… orafterthree?”
“What are you talking about?”
“I mean, is it one, two, push? Or one, two, three, push?”
“It’s one, two, push, otherwise it’d be on the count of four. Nobody counts to four. Now can we please get this over and done with?”
“Okay, okay.”
“On the count of three. One… two…”
With a heave and a strained “three!” Cody forced himself down upon me with all his weight. A guttural growl escaped through his clenched teeth as his muscled body crushed the air out of my lungs.
“Oh, God,” I gasped. “I don’t think it’s going to fit.”
“Yes it will! Keep trying!”
“Ah… shit… aahhhh!” I cried out, gripped by a piercing pain.
“What is it?” he said, his breath labored. “Are you okay?”
“I think… I think it’s…”
“It’s what?”
“A shoe!” I winced.
“A shoe?”
“It’s jabbing into my ribs through the top of the suitcase. I knew I should have bought one with the hard casing. Cody, you need to get off me!”
“No, we can do this. Just pull the damn zip.” He leaned himself harder against me, squishing me between himself and the suitcase lid.
“Cody, we’re going to break it! Ow, ow, ow!”
“What is it now?”
