Sky High Love

Sky High Love
Cody POV

I’m sweaty at Jake’s party, hand locked with Ryan’s under the table. My chest’s warm, beer buzzing soft in my head. “To love,” Jake says, glasses clinking loud. My throat burns, happy and real. Ryan’s thumb rubs my hand, steady and close. Then that crash—loud, sharp—hits outside. My heart jumps, fast and tight. “What’s that?” I say, soft. My voice shakes, scared and dumb. Jake’s grin fades, head turning quick. “Guys, that’s—” he starts, rough. My stomach twists, cold and wild. Ryan squeezes my hand, “Relax,” he says, low. My breath catches, shaky and quick.

We bolt outside fast, grass wet under my sneakers. My legs tremble, running beside Jake. A car’s smashed—glass everywhere, metal bent bad. My chest heaves, eyes wide and blurry. “Mike,” Jake says, pointing rough. My heart slams, recognizing that sleazy reporter (Chapter 34). He’s out cold, blood on his face. My hands shake, gripping Ryan’s arm. “He’s done,” Ryan says, low and sure. My throat burns, relief hitting hard. “Fired?” I say, soft. My voice breaks, hopeful and real. Jake nods fast, “Saw it online—crashed after.”

Back home, night’s deep and quiet. My chest buzzes, free and wild. “He’s gone,” I say, soft. My hands tug my shirt off, sweaty and hot. Ryan grins big, dark hair messy from the party. “Yeah,” he says, rough. My stomach flips, warm and quick. News plays low—Mike’s out, career wrecked. My legs bounce, happy and dumb. “No more lies,” I say, quiet. My throat burns, thinking of his shit. Ryan steps close, hands on my hips. “Just us,” he says, low. My heart jumps, trust loud and true.

I grab his shirt, pulling him out. “Balcony,” I say, soft. My voice shakes, needy and real. City lights twinkle below, stars popping bright. My chest heaves, air cool on my skin. “We’re free,” I say, breath shaky and wild. My lips crash his, hard and hungry. He groans low, hands grabbing my ass. My tongue finds his, wet and fast. “Fuck, Cody,” he says, rough. My cock twitches, pressing tight in my jeans. I push closer, chest bumping his. My hands shake, tugging his shirt off.

He lifts me quick, strong and sure. My back hits the railing, cold metal biting in. My breath catches, fast and dumb. “Love you,” he whispers, hot on my ear. My eyes sting, blurry and happy. I nod fast, “Love you too,” I say, soft. My voice breaks, shaking wild. He yanks my jeans down, fast and loud. My ass is bare, cool air hitting quick. “Lube,” I say, hoarse. My throat burns, wanting him now. He grabs it from his pocket, slicking up fast. My legs spread, ready and hot.

He slides in slow, stretching me deep. My moan’s loud, shaking the night. “Ryan,” I say, soft. My hands grip the rail, knuckles white. My head spins, dizzy and good. He moves gentle, then harder—thrusts building big. My cock bounces, leaking wet. My screams echo loud, bouncing off buildings. “Fuck,” I yell, wild and raw. Neighbors shout back, “Shut up!” My chest bursts, laughing quick. “Let ‘em hear,” Ryan growls, low and fierce. My stomach flips, free and dumb.

Metal digs my back, cold and sharp. My legs wrap him, pulling tight. “More,” I say, rough. My voice shakes, needy and real. He thrusts deep, hips snapping fast. My ass clenches, hot and tight. “Mine,” he says, loud and sure. My breath’s fast, grunting wild. “Yours,” I sob, breaking quick. My cum shoots hot, splattering my chest. My body shakes, loud and free. He groans deep, warm inside me. My knees buckle, railing holding me up.

We slump slow, tangled and sweaty. My chest sticks to his, heaving hard. “No more hiding,” I say, soft. My fingers trace his chest, sweaty and warm. He nods fast, kissing my forehead. My skin tingles, cozy and real. “Never,” he says, low. My heart slams, big and happy. I lean in, nose brushing his. My breath slows, steady with him. “Us,” I say, quiet. My throat burns, love loud and true.

Balcony’s cool, city humming soft. My jeans stay down, too tired to move. His arms wrap me, tight and close. “Free,” I say, soft. My voice shakes less, proud and sure. He chuckles low, nuzzling my hair. “Yeah,” he says, rough. My chest feels big, trust loud and real. I turn slow, legs wobbly and sore. “Stars,” I say, pointing up. My hand rests on his arm, solid and warm. He looks too, grinning big. “Ours,” he says, quiet. My stomach flutters, shy and quick.

I sit slow, ass sore on the floor. My back leans on the rail, cool and hard. His hand finds mine, squeezing tight. “Love this,” I say, soft. My fingers brush his knuckles, rough and warm. He nods fast, “Me too,” he says, low. My chest heaves, happy and dumb. I pull him down, lips brushing his. “No Mike,” I say, quiet. My throat burns, thinking of hate. He grins big, kissing me soft. “Just us,” he says, rough. My heart jumps, steady with him.

Night’s deep, air cool and still. My body’s sweaty, sticking to him. “You’re mine,” I say, soft. My hand slides up his chest, feeling heartbeat. He laughs low, pulling me close. “Always,” he says, quiet. My eyes sting, tears held back. “Good,” I say, hoarse. My chest bursts, love loud and free. His lips brush my ear, warm and slow. “Forever,” he whispers, soft and sure. My breath catches, shaky and real.

We lie there, stars blinking bright. My legs tangle his, sweaty and warm. “No more hiding,” I say again, soft. My voice shakes, happy and true. He nods slow, kissing my cheek. “Never again,” he says, rough. My heart slams, big and wild. I smile small, head on his shoulder. “Free,” I say, quiet. My chest heaves, trust loud and real. His hand rubs my back, gentle and close. “Yeah,” he says, low. My stomach flips, cozy and quick.

Then a buzz hits—loud, sharp—from my phone on the table. My eyes snap open, heart jumping fast. Ryan shifts quick, breath shaky. My stomach twists, cold and quick. “Who’s that?” I say, soft. My voice breaks, scared and dumb. I reach slow, hand trembling bad. Ryan grabs my wrist, stopping me fast. “Cody, wait—”