Grass and Promises

Grass and Promises
Cody POV

I’m sweaty on the balcony, tangled with Ryan after he fucked me hard. My chest sticks to his, city lights twinkling below. “No more hiding,” I say, soft. My fingers trace his chest, warm and wet. He nods fast, kissing my forehead. My skin tingles, happy and real. Then that buzz—loud, sharp—hits from my phone. My heart jumps, fast and tight. “Who’s that?” I say, quiet. My voice shakes, scared and dumb. I reach slow, hand shaky and quick. Ryan grabs my wrist, stopping me fast. “Cody, wait—” he says, low. My stomach twists, cold and wild.

He pulls my phone close, grinning sneaky and big. “Picnic,” he says, rough. My eyes blink fast, blurry and surprised. “What?” I say, soft. My throat burns, curious and real. He laughs low, “Tonight—hilltop, stars.” My chest buzzes, warm and quick. “Oh,” I say, quiet. My legs wobble, leaning on him. “Get dressed,” he says, kissing my neck. My heart slams, excited and dumb. I nod fast, tugging my jeans up. “Okay,” I say, soft. My voice shakes, happy and sure.

We drive fast, city fading slow. My hand rests on his thigh, warm and solid. Stars pop bright, sky big and dark. My stomach flips, cozy and quick. “Where?” I say, soft. My fingers squeeze his leg, shaky and real. He grins big, “Top secret,” he says, low. My chest heaves, trust loud and true. Hill comes up—grass green, air cool. My legs bounce, ready and wild. He parks quick, grabbing a blanket. “Come on,” he says, rough. My heart jumps, following fast.

Grass crunches soft under my sneakers. My chest’s warm, picnic basket swinging in his hand. “Stars,” I say, pointing up. My breath catches, happy and dumb. He nods fast, spreading the blanket down. “Yeah,” he says, quiet. My hands shake, sitting close. Sandwiches smell good—ham, cheese, fresh bread. My stomach growls, shy and quick. “Hungry?” he says, grinning big. My cheeks burn, nodding fast. “Starving,” I say, soft. My voice shakes, cozy and real.

We eat slow, stars blinking bright. My leg brushes his, heat blooming fast. “Good,” I say, soft. My tongue licks mustard off my lip, warm and wet. He watches close, eyes dark and sneaky. “Yeah,” he says, low. My cock twitches, needy and dumb. I lean in, kissing him quick. My lips tingle, hungry and wild. He groans soft, hand on my neck. “Cody,” he says, rough. My chest bursts, love loud and true.

He pulls back fast, breath shaky and quick. My eyes blink, blurry and confused. “Wait,” he says, low. My stomach twists, cold and real. He kneels slow, grass crunching loud. My heart slams, fast and tight. “Ryan?” I say, soft. My voice breaks, scared and dumb. He digs in his pocket, pulling a ring—small, shiny, glinting bright. My breath stops, shaky and wild. “Marry me, dancer,” he says, steady and sure. My eyes sting, tears spilling fast.

I gasp loud, tackling him hard. My chest hits his, grass soft under us. “Yes,” I say, soft. My lips crash his, kissing senseless and quick. My hands roam, tugging his shirt up. “Fuck,” he groans, rough and needy. My tongue finds his, wet and wild. “Yes,” I say again, breaking fast. My voice shakes, happy and real. He flips me quick, pinning me down. My back hits grass, cool and damp. My legs spread, ready and hot.

“Lube,” I say, hoarse. My throat burns, wanting him now. He grabs it from the basket, slicking up fast. My jeans drop quick, pooling at my knees. “Love you,” he says, low and fierce. My eyes blur, tears warm and true. “Love you too,” I say, soft. My voice breaks, shaking wild. He slides in slow, stretching me deep. My moan’s loud, echoing big. “Ryan,” I sob, wild and raw. My hands grip grass, pulling tight.

He thrusts deep, hips snapping hard. My cock bounces, leaking wet. “Forever,” he grunts, rough and sure. My head spins, dizzy and good. “Always,” I say, breathless and quick. My ass clenches, hot and tight. Grass stains my skin, scratching soft. My legs wrap him, pulling close. “More,” I say, loud. My voice shakes, needy and real. He moves faster, pounding wild. My screams hit the sky, loud and free.

“Mine,” he says, low and fierce. My chest heaves, grunting fast. “Yours,” I sob, breaking hard. My cum shoots hot, splattering my shirt. My body shakes, loud and wild. He groans deep, warm inside me. My knees buckle, grass holding me up. “Fuck,” I say, soft. My breath’s shaky, happy and dumb. He collapses slow, sweaty and close. My chest sticks to his, heaving big.

We roll slow, tangled and wet. My hands find his face, rough with stubble. “Yes,” I say again, quiet. My fingers trace the ring, cool and shiny. He grins big, nuzzling my neck. “Wedding’s next,” he says, teasing low. My heart jumps, warm and quick. “Yeah,” I say, soft. My throat burns, love loud and true. Grass sticks in my hair, itchy and real. “Forever,” I say, quiet. My chest heaves, trust loud and sure.

Stars blink soft, sky big and dark. My body’s sore, good sore and warm. “You’re mine,” I say, soft. My hand rests on his chest, heartbeat steady. He nods fast, kissing my hair. “Always,” he says, rough. My eyes sting, blurry and happy. “Good,” I say, hoarse. My stomach flips, cozy and quick. I turn slow, ring glinting bright. “Pretty,” I say, soft. My voice shakes, proud and real.

He pulls me close, arms tight and warm. “My dancer,” he says, low. My chest bursts, happy and dumb. “My star,” I say, quiet. My fingers brush his arm, solid and close. We lie there, grass damp under us. “Love this,” I say, soft. My breath slows, steady with him. He chuckles low, “Me too,” he says, rough. My heart slams, big and wild. I smile small, head on his shoulder.

Night’s cool, air still and quiet. My legs tangle his, sweaty and warm. “Wedding,” I say, soft. My voice shakes, excited and real. He nods slow, kissing my cheek. “Soon,” he says, quiet. My chest heaves, trust loud and true. I admire the ring, grass in my hair. “Perfect,” I say, soft. My throat burns, happy and sure. His hand rubs my back, gentle and close.

Then a rustle hits—loud, sharp—from the bushes. My eyes snap open, heart jumping fast. Ryan tenses quick, breath shaky and wild. My stomach twists, cold and quick. “What’s that?” I say, soft. My voice breaks, scared and dumb. He sits up fast, eyes scanning dark. “Cody, it’s—” A shadow moves, big and close.