Tape and Triumph

Tape and Triumph
Cody POV

I’m tangled with Ryan on his bed, chest warm from our slow night. Dawn’s soft, gold creeping in. A crash downstairs hits hard, loud and sharp. My heart jumps, fast and tight. Ryan sits up quick, breath shaky. “What now?” he says, low and scared. “I was gonna—” he starts, voice soft. My stomach twists, cold and quick. “Stay,” I say, soft. My hand grabs his, squeezing tight. My throat burns, worried bad. We stumble up, legs shaky and slow.

Downstairs is dark, glass scattered loud. My chest tightens, scared and quick. “Window,” Ryan says, rough. My eyes sting, blurry and fast. A brick sits there, heavy and mean. My heart slams, cold and real. “Who?” I say, voice small. My hands shake, brushing his arm. He picks it up slow, paper taped on. My throat closes up, tight and dumb. “Read it,” I say, soft. My breath shakes, nervous and wild. He unfolds it fast, eyes dark and mad.

“Tara,” he says, low and hard. My stomach drops, sick and quick. “What’s it say?” I ask, shaky and close. He hands it over, paper crinkling loud. “Meet me. Or else,” it reads, sharp and mean. My chest hurts, remembering her lies. “She’s back,” I say, soft. My voice breaks, mad and real. He nods fast, fist clenching tight. “Done with her,” he says, rough. My heart jumps, warm and sure. “Me too,” I say, loud.

Day’s bright, sun hot and high. My chest buzzes, ready and quick. Ryan’s phone pings, loud in the quiet. My hands shake, watching him check. “She’s here,” he says, low. My throat burns, mad and fast. “Where?” I ask, soft. My legs wobble, stepping close. “Living room,” he says, rough. My heart slams, wild and real. We walk fast, feet loud on the floor. My chest heaves, fierce and ready. She’s there, pink hair bright and smug.

“Hey, babe,” she says to Ryan, slow and sweet. My stomach twists, hot and mad. “Back off,” I say, loud. My voice shakes, angry and quick. She grins big, stepping close to him. My chest tightens, jealous and wild. “Got a surprise,” she says, soft. Her hand pulls a recorder, small and shiny. My heart stops, cold and fast. “What’s that?” Ryan says, rough and low. My throat burns, scared and dumb. She clicks it on, voice loud and clear.

“Kiss me,” her tape says, flirty and mean. Ryan’s voice cuts in, “No way.” My chest loosens, warm and quick. “Told you,” he says to me, grinning big. My heart jumps, proud and real. She frowns fast, tape still playing loud. “You’re mine,” she says on it, pushy and sharp. “Never,” he snaps back, hard and true. My eyes sting, happy and sure. “You’re done,” I say, loud. My voice shakes less, strong with him.

We step close, side by side. My hand grabs his, sweaty and tight. “Nice try,” Ryan says, rough and low. My chest buzzes, sassy and wild. “Pathetic,” I add, grinning big. My throat burns, mad and free. She glares hard, recorder dropping fast. “You’ll regret this,” she says, sharp and mean. My heart slams, fierce and real. “Bye, Tara,” Ryan says, loud. My laugh spills out, shaky and quick. “Get lost,” I say, soft.

She storms out, door slamming hard. My chest heaves, happy and light. “She’s gone,” I say, soft. My voice shakes, proud and dumb. Ryan pulls me close, lips on mine. My kiss is hard, warm and wet. “Ours,” he says, low and rough. My heart jumps, wild and sure. “Yeah,” I say, loud. My hands grip his shirt, tugging fast. My chest feels big, love loud and true. “Victory,” I whisper, grinning big.

We stumble up, room hot and bright. My shirt’s off quick, jeans next. His clothes drop fast, messy and loud. My breath’s fast, shaky with him. “Bed,” he says, rough and low. My stomach flips, needy and quick. We hit it hard, sheets cool under me. My chest buzzes, wild and real. Toys buzz loud, grabbed from the drawer. My heart slams, excited and dumb. “Play,” I say, soft. My voice shakes, happy and free.

He grabs one, buzzing fast and black. My legs spread, shaky and wide. He slides it in, slow and deep. My moan’s loud, breaking quick. “Fuck,” I say, wild and hot. His grin’s big, eyes dark and proud. My chest heaves, full and raw. He climbs close, cock hard and thick. My lips find it, sucking fast. His groan’s loud, shaking the bed. My tongue swirls, wet and wild. Sweat drips down my back, hot and quick.

I pull off quick, climbing on top. My hips roll fast, toy buzzing deep. His hands grip my thighs, warm and tight. My breath’s shaky, moaning loud. “Mine,” he says, rough and low. My throat burns, fierce and sure. “Yours,” I say, loud. My chest bursts, love loud and real. I ride hard, toy and cock close. My head spins, dizzy and good. “No Tara,” I say, soft. My voice shakes, proud and wild.

He thrusts up, matching me fast. Skin slaps loud, bed creaking wild. My cock rubs his stomach, slick and hot. My moans mix with his, loud and free. “Love you,” he says, low and rough. My eyes sting, blurry and happy. “Love you too,” I say, hoarse. My legs tremble, weak and warm. Toys buzz louder, shaking me deep. My chest feels big, reclaiming us true. I come fast, spilling hot between us.

He flips me quick, toy buzzing still. My back hits the bed, sweaty and close. He thrusts hard, deep and wild. My moan’s loud, shaking bad. “Ours,” he grunts, low and fierce. My heart slams, happy and real. He comes quick, warm inside me. My chest heaves, panting hard. His arms wrap me, tight and safe. “No threesome,” I say, giggling soft. My voice shakes, proud and dumb. “Just us,” he says, rough.

We slump slow, sweaty and close. My chest’s warm, sticking to his. His breath’s hot on my neck, slowing down. “She’s nothing,” I say, soft. My throat burns, sure and real. He nods fast, hand in my hair. “Gone,” he says, low. My heart jumps, steady with him. “We’re loud,” I say, quiet. My chest bursts, happy and free. His lips brush my cheek, gentle and warm.

We lie there, toys buzzing soft. My legs tangle his, warm and close. His hand rubs my back, steady and good. “No more plays,” I say, soft. My voice shakes less, strong with us. He grins big, eyes soft and bright. “Just you,” he says, low. My stomach flutters, happy and quick. My hand rests on his chest, feeling heartbeat. “Proud,” I say, quiet. My heart’s loud, trust sealed tight.

Then my phone buzzes. Loud. Sharp. On the floor by the bed. My eyes snap open, heart jumping fast. Ryan laughs shaky, shifting slow. My stomach twists, cold and quick. “Who?” I say, soft. My hand reaches down, shaky and fast. My breath stops, tight and scared. Screen glows bright, name big and clear. My heart slams, wild and real. “Jake,” Ryan says, low and rough.