Chapter 23: Flames of Us

Cody POV

I’m still on Ryan’s couch, his hand warm on my back. Greg’s name glows on his phone, buzzing loud. My chest tightens fast, scared and mad. Ryan groans, tossing it down. “Screw him,” he says, voice rough. His eyes lock on mine, dark and wild. My heart jumps, fast and hot. Coffee’s still warm in my stomach, but now it’s us heating up. He leans closer, breath on my face. My legs shake a little, pressed to his. “Stay,” he says, soft. My throat’s dry. I nod quick. “Yeah,” I say, voice shaky. Greg can wait. This can’t.

He stands, pulling me up. My hand’s sweaty in his, slipping a little. We’re alone now, his big house quiet around us. My chest’s pounding, wild and dumb. He kicks the door shut behind us, loud in the silence. Tension snaps fast. His hands grab my shirt, ripping it off quick. Buttons pop, scattering on the floor. My chest’s bare, sweaty already. I yank his hoodie up, tugging hard. It catches on his head, and we laugh, clumsy and loud. His shirt follows, landing soft. His skin glows, tan and hard under the lamp. My breath catches, hot and fast.

Our lips crash, wild and deep. Tongues dive in, wet and messy. My teeth bump his, sharp and good. I groan loud, hands clawing his back. His nails dig my shoulders, pulling me tight. My jeans feel tight, hard-on pressing rough. He’s hard too, grinding into me. We stumble to the couch, legs tangled. My knees hit the cushions, sinking fast. He’s on me, heavy and hot. His lips move fast, sucking my neck. A mark blooms, wet and warm. My head tips back, moaning soft. My hands grab his hair, tugging hard. He growls low, liking it.

He pulls my jeans down, quick and rough. They pool at my ankles, cool air on my legs. My boxers go next, ripped off fast. I’m naked, cock bouncing free. He kicks his jeans off, boxers too. His cock’s thick, hard, brushing my thigh. My stomach flips, needy and dumb. He grabs my hips, flipping me over. My chest hits the couch, cushions soft under me. He’s behind me, fast and wild. Lube’s in his hand, slicking up quick. I feel his fingers first, cold and wet, sliding in. My legs shake bad, spreading wide. “Ryan,” I gasp, voice breaking.

He thrusts in, one push, deep and hard. I cry out loud, sharp and hot. My hands grip the couch, nails digging in. He moves fast, hips slamming mine. Skin slaps loud, echoing in the room. My breath’s fast, chest heaving. “Harder,” I say, loud and needy. He grunts, low and rough, going deeper. My knees slide, slipping on the cushions. Sweat drips down my back, hot and salty. His hands bruise my hips, holding tight. I feel him, thick and hot, stretching me wide. My head spins, dizzy and good.

We roll off, hitting the floor hard. My back slams wood, cool under me. He’s on me fast, not stopping. His hips thrust wild, pounding me down. My legs wrap his waist, pulling him close. I moan loud, “Ryan,” over and over. His grunts mix with mine, loud and raw. Sweat beads on his chest, dripping on me. My nails rake his back, red lines blooming. He groans deep, thrusting harder. My cock rubs his stomach, wet and slick. I come fast, spilling hot between us, shaking bad. He keeps going, wild and loud.

He pulls out quick, panting hard. “Bed,” he says, voice thick. My legs wobble, weak as he pulls me up. We stumble to his room, crashing through the door. My chest’s sweaty, sticking to his. He throws me on the bed, sheets cool under me. I land hard, bouncing a little. He climbs over, eyes dark. His cock’s still hard, shining with lube. I spread my legs, needy and dumb. He’s in again, slow this time. My breath catches, soft and warm. He rocks gentle, then fast. The bed creaks loud, wood groaning with us.

My hands grab his shoulders, holding tight. His lips find mine, kissing deep. Tongues slide slow, tasting sweat. My chest heaves, full and raw. He thrusts harder, hitting deep. I gasp loud, legs shaking bad. His hands grip my thighs, lifting them high. My back arches, taking him all. Sweat drips off his nose, landing on my chest. I feel him pulse, close and wild. He comes hard, groaning low, warm inside me. My head tips back, moaning soft. My second hits, spilling on my stomach, shaky and good.

We collapse, sweaty and loud. My chest’s pounding, air burning my lungs. He’s heavy on me, breath hot on my neck. My legs flop down, weak and sore. His arms wrap me tight, pulling me close. We roll slow, side by side. My head rests on his chest, ear to his heartbeat. It’s fast, slowing now. His hand brushes my hair, soft and warm. “Never stopped loving you,” he whispers, forehead pressing mine. His voice shakes, raw and real. My throat tightens fast. Tears spill hot, running down my cheeks.

“Me neither,” I say, crying soft. My voice cracks, breaking hard. My hands cling to his back, fingers digging in. My chest bursts, love roaring back loud. His arms tighten, holding me close. My tears soak his skin, wet and warm. His lips brush my forehead, gentle and slow. My heart’s wild, full and shaky. I feel him, solid and mine. My breath’s fast, calming slow. His hand rubs my back, steady and good. Our love’s alive, unstoppable now.

We lie there, tangled tight. My chest sticks to his, sweaty and warm. My legs ache, stretched out with his. His breath slows, soft on my face. My eyes sting, blurry with tears. I wipe them slow, smiling small. His fingers trace my arm, light and warm. “You’re mine,” he says, quiet. My chest warms up, happy and dumb. “Yours,” I say, soft. My hand rests on his stomach, feeling muscle. Trust’s back, strong and real. My heart’s loud, steady with his.

Time slips slow, room dark now. My body’s sore, good sore. His hand stays on me, warm and sure. My head’s heavy, cozy on him. “Missed you bad,” he says, low. My throat burns, full of him. “Missed you too,” I say, hoarse. My fingers squeeze his, hard and tight. His lips brush my hair, soft and dumb. My chest feels big, roaring with us. We’re back, slow and wild. My eyes close, warm and safe.

Then headlights flash. Bright. Fast. Through the window. My eyes snap open, heart jumping hard. Ryan sits up quick, pulling me with him. “What the hell?” he says, voice sharp. My stomach drops, cold and fast. He scrambles off the bed, naked and sweaty. “Cody!” he shouts, panicked, turning fast.