Chapter 10: All of You

Cody POV

I stumble after Ryan, my towel slipping as we run from the pool. Those headlights flash in my mind, but he grabs my hand, pulling me inside fast. “Forget it,” he says, voice rough. We drip water across his fancy floor, leaving wet footprints. My heart’s racing, half from fear, half from him. He kicks the bedroom door shut behind us. It bangs loud. My towel drops. His does too. Clothes don’t matter now. We’re naked, skin still damp, air cool but my body’s burning. He pushes me onto his bed. Silk sheets slide under me, soft and smooth. I land with a bounce, staring up at him.

“Been dying for this,” he growls, low and hungry. He climbs over me, all muscle and heat. His lips crash down, kissing my chest hard. His tongue flicks my nipple, wet and quick. I gasp, back arching. It’s sharp, good. His teeth graze my hip next, light but teasing. My hands fist his hair, thick and damp, tugging him lower. “Ryan,” I moan, voice shaky. He looks up, eyes dark, then his mouth closes over me. Hot. Wet. He sucks slow at first, lips tight around my cock. My head falls back. I groan loud, legs trembling. He speeds up, tongue swirling, sucking harder. It’s too much. I pull his hair, guiding him, hips rocking up.

He pulls off with a wet pop, crawling back up. His breath’s hot on my face. “Want you,” he says, voice thick. His eyes lock on mine, asking. I nod fast, breathless. “Take me.” My chest heaves. He grabs lube from the nightstand, quick and messy. The cap clicks open. He slicks his fingers, cold and slippery. I spread my legs, heart pounding. He slides one finger in, slow. I tense, then relax. It’s tight, strange, but I want it. He moves gentle, stretching me. “You okay?” he whispers. I nod, biting my lip. “Yeah. More.” He adds another finger, pushing deeper. I whimper, hips lifting. It burns a little, then feels good. Real good.

He pulls his hand out, wiping it on the sheet. His cock’s hard, thick, right there. He slicks it up, lube shining on him. I hook my legs over his shoulders, shaking bad. He lines up, pressing slow. The tip goes in. I gasp loud, hands grabbing the sheets. “Cody,” he grunts, voice tight. He slides deeper, inch by inch. It’s full, so full. My eyes squeeze shut. He stops, letting me breathe. “You’re tight,” he says, panting. I nod, dizzy. “Keep going.” He thrusts slow at first, careful. I feel every bit of him, stretching me open. My moans spill out, soft and needy.

Then he moves faster. Wild. His hips snap hard, skin slapping mine. The bed creaks loud, rocking with us. I chant his name, “Ryan, Ryan,” over and over. My nails rake his back, digging in. He grunts into my neck, breath hot and fast. “Fuck, Cody,” he says, voice breaking. His hands grip my thighs, pushing them higher. He hits deep, right where it’s best. I cry out, loud and sharp. My whole body shakes. Sweat drips off him, landing on my chest. I taste salt when I lick my lips. He thrusts harder, grunting with every push. The sound’s wet, messy, perfect.

I’m close. Too close. “Ryan, I’m gonna…” I gasp, hands clawing him. He nods, eyes wild. “Me too. Come with me.” He shifts, hitting that spot again. My back arches high. I lose it. My cock pulses, spilling hot over my stomach. I moan his name, loud and broken. He thrusts once, twice, then shudders hard. His groan’s deep, rumbling through me. I feel him come, warm inside. We’re shaking, falling apart together. He collapses on me, heavy and sweaty. The bed stops creaking. It’s just our breathing now, loud and ragged.

We stay like that, tangled up. My legs slide down, weak. His face buries in my neck, lips brushing soft. I’m sweaty, sticky, but I don’t care. He’s still inside me, softening slow. My hands loosen in his hair, stroking gentle. He lifts his head, eyes wide, shiny. I trace his jaw with my finger, feeling stubble. “I love you,” I whisper, voice hoarse. It’s out before I can stop it. My heart stops, waiting.

He freezes. His breath catches. Then he smiles, small and real. “Fuck, me too,” he says, too raw to hide. He kisses me soft, lips trembling. My chest bursts, full and warm. I kiss back, giggling into his mouth. He laughs too, quiet and happy. We roll to the side, still tangled. His arm flops over me, heavy. My leg hooks his. We’re a mess of sweat and cum, but it’s us. Perfect.

I trace a scar on his shoulder, faint and white. “Where’d this come from?” I ask, curious.

“Fell off a bike,” he says, grinning. “Kid stuff.” His fingers find a mark on my ribs, old and faded. “You?”

“Dance fall,” I say, shrugging. We laugh again, sleepy. My eyes get heavy. His do too. He pulls me closer, chest to chest. His heartbeat slows under my hand. “You’re mine,” he mumbles, lips on my forehead.

“Yeah,” I say, smiling. “Yours.” I cuddle in, nose in his neck. He smells like pool water and us. I love it. We drift quiet, bodies pressed tight. My hand rests on his hip, feeling the dip there. He’s warm, solid. I never want to move.

Then his phone buzzes. Loud. Sharp. On the nightstand. I jump a little, eyes snapping open. He groans, rolling over. “Ignore it,” I mumble, reaching for him. He grabs it anyway, squinting at the screen. His face tightens. My stomach drops. “What?” I ask, sitting up slow.

He turns it to me. A call. “Unknown.” It keeps buzzing, insistent. His thumb hovers over it, unsure. My heart pounds again, hard and fast.