Page 14 of The Cocky for Cody
We kissed.
We held each other tight beneath the crystalline waters, our bodies pressed hard against each other, our cocks finding each other and our hands finding them…
Caressing…
Stroking…
Coming in a wave of pleasure as the gentle waves of the Coral Sea washed over us.
Sunkissed and spent, we waded hand-in-hand out of the water and across the sandy beach. Cody laid out our towels as well as a picnic blanket. We both sat, naked, and he set out a platter of mango and pineapple, pawpaw and lychees, and a strange red fruit I’d never seen before.
“What’s that?”
“Red dragon fruit.” He cut it open and held up a wedge of it. “Open wide.”
I closed my eyes and took the fruit into my mouth. “It tastes like you,” I said, licking my lips.
“It does?” he asked curiously.
I nodded. “Tender and sweet. Irresistible.”
He beamed. “I have something else that’s irresistible.” From his backpack he produced a punnet of strawberries and a bottleof champagne still chilling inside an icepack, as well as two plastic champagne flutes.
He poured the bubbly, handed me one of the flutes, and said, “Here’s cheers, to an unforgettable day together, just the two of…” His voice trailed off.
I saw the growing look of concern on his face. “Cody? Is everything alright?”
“Did you put sunscreen on?”
“Yes, of course…” I traced my mind back to us arriving at the beach, stripping off, running into the water naked together. “Actually no, I forgot.”
“Okay, we’ve officially got ourselves an emergency. Stand up.”
I thought he was joking and laughed, then saw the seriousness in his eyes and laughed again, this time nervously. “Cody? What’s the matter?”
“You’re burning. Stand up and let me see.”
I remained sitting on the rug, inspecting my arms. “No I’m not.”
“Babe, trust me. Stand up!” He spoke with such alarm that I jumped to my feet. “Turn around. Let me see your back.”
I felt his sand-covered hand trail down my skin. It felt rough and stung a little. “You’re hot,” he said. “And your arse is starting to glow. Turn back around, let me see your stomach.”
I turned again to face him, my penis now at his eye level.
“Oh shit, we have a red alert here. Or should I say, pink alert.”
“What?”
“Your dick is turning bright pink.”
“It’s always pink!”
“Notthatpink! I’ve seen flamingos that are less pink than that. We’re talking cherry blossom pink here. We’re talking strawberry lamington pink. We’re talking Peppa Pig pink!”
I looked down and gasped. “Oh my God. IamPeppa Pig pink. All over!”
Cody was already emptying the backpack until he found a pump bottle of sunscreen. He stood and spun me about-face again, my back now to him. “These burns are gonna get worse by the minute. I’m gonna lather you in sunscreen. It’s too late to cure the sunburn you’ve already got, but it might help cool the skin and soothe the pain before you start to blister. Once it’s on, we’ll cover you up from head to toe with everything we’ve got and head home. You need an ice bath and several gallons of aloe vera.”
