Page 63 of Brighter Shades of Light
Cody threaded his fingers through my hair as he kissed me. His lips pressed to mine harder than before, and his tongue slipped into my mouth.
I groaned as our tongues met. If I had been standing, I was certain the kiss would’ve knocked me off my feet. The rolling of his hips had me gripping his backside, tugging him harder against me.
He was both tender and hard in his kisses, fueled by his raging libido but also driven by passion. Each touch seared into me. Each kiss melted the ice around my heart more and more.
I opened my eyes as the pressure of his lips lifted. Though he was a little blurry, I could see him. The stars danced behind his head, shimmering in the dark sky. But not even they compared to him.
His soft expression as he looked down at me did something strange to my chest.
We were teetering on the edge of a steep cliff. One step in either direction would change our lives forever.
Saying goodbye to Cody right then would guarantee safety, both mine and his. A clean break where we could go back to the way our lives were before he knocked my world off its axis. It was the safe choice and one where I knew the conclusion.
Continuing as we were would lead to us toppling over the edge. The outcome was unknown.
Dare I take the risk?
“I’ve never felt like this before,” Cody said, the vulnerability in his eyes reflected in his voice. “I usually get bored with guys easily. But not with you. It kinda scares me, to be honest. I don’t want to lose this feeling.”
His words said a lot, but the tenderness in his expression said much more. He was afraid of losing what we had. Afraid of the unknown just like I was. But he still chose me.
I decided to choose him, too.
I gripped the back of his head, accidentally knocking off his hat, and crushed my lips to his. I didn’t want the safe choice. I wanted the one that kept Cody in my arms, just as he was now.
My hands fumbled with his belt, and he caressed my face, neck, and tops of my shoulders. Our lips met again as I pulled down his jeans. I could only get them so far without his help; he obliged and shrugged them farther down his legs, smiling as he did, before covering me once more.
Kisses turned heavier. Hands groped harder, as if we couldn’t get close enough. I slipped my hand beneath the band of his boxers and grabbed his bare backside. He tugged down my pants, my briefs with them, and licked up my chest.
I was far from an aggressor in bed, but my desire to taste him outweighed everything else. With our lips still joined, I gripped the sides of his shoulders and flipped him to his back on the blanket. As I moved down his body, he sucked in a breath and took a handful of my hair.
Glancing up at him, I saw him watching me, his chest rising and falling a bit quicker.
I pulled his boxers down, and his erection sprang free. My mouth watered at seeing the glistening tip, and slowly, I gripped the base of his shaft. He was thick but not too long. Perfect, really. A pronounced head that begged for attention.
Cody seemed to hold his breath as my face inched closer, and when I slipped his cock into my mouth, he exhaled. His shaft twitched in my hand as I stroked and sucked him. Each of his soft sighs encouraged me.
I did my best to please him, flicking my tongue against the silky tip as my hand moved up and down his length. It had been years since I had been with a man, and I was out of practice, but Cody gave no indication that he minded. When I smoothed my thumb up the center of his backside, he whimpered and pressed harder against my hand, seeking more.
I gave it to him.
My spit-slicked finger entered him, and I moved it in circles, pushing against his tight channel. He fisted the blanket beneath him, throwing his head back on the pillow and groaning. I continued stretching him and using my mouth to arouse him further, but mentally, I was trying to remember if I had the necessary supplies on hand.
Given the fact I hadn’t had sex with a man since Leon and could barely remember to go grocery shopping most days, the odds of lube in my house were low. Condoms, too, for that matter. Unfortunate but not hopeless. We didn’t have to have penetrative sex in order to shoot to the stars.
“Shit,” Cody gasped, his hips jolting as my finger brushed against his prostate.
I pressed on the spot again, earning another whimper from him. He was moments away from climaxing, and the eagerness to see what he looked like in the throes of orgasm made everything else flee my mind. I kept my eyes on him as I sucked his tip and rubbed that special place that drove him wild.
I was so worked up that I knew it wouldn’t take much to finish me off, and I shoved my other hand down to stroke myself.
Cody shuddered, and his abs and thigh muscles tightened. I groaned as I crept closer to orgasm, and the vibrations of my mouth pushed Cody over the edge. He cried out as his release spilled down my throat, his beautiful cock pulsing.
I swallowed every drop he had to offer before I came apart, too.
When I was able to move again, I crawled up his body, kissing the grooves in his stomach, across his chest, and up his neck before finally finding his lips. He sloppily returned the kiss and draped an arm around my shoulders, holding me in a loose headlock.
I had no complaints being surrounded by his muscled arm and smooth chest. The closer the better.
