Tabletop Tease

Tabletop Tease
Cody POV

I’m sweaty on the hilltop, grass sticking to my hair after Ryan proposed. My chest heaves, ring shiny on my finger. “Wedding’s next,” he says, teasing low, nuzzling my neck. My heart jumps, warm and quick. Then that rustle—loud, sharp—hits from the bushes. My stomach twists, cold and fast. “What’s that?” I say, soft. My voice shakes, scared and dumb. Ryan sits up quick, eyes dark and wild. “Cody, it’s—” he starts, rough. A shadow moves, big and close. My breath catches, shaky and real. “Yo, lovebirds!” Jake yells, laughing loud. My chest bursts, relieved and dumb.

Days pass fast, sun hot and bright. I’m home now, papers all over—flowers, seats, cake stuff. My head hurts, tight and messy. “Daisies or roses?” I say, soft. My voice shakes, stressed and quick. Ryan’s on the couch, grinning big. “Both?” he says, low and easy. My hands tremble, flipping pages fast. “No, pick one,” I snap, loud. My throat burns, mad and real. He laughs soft, “Chill, baby,” standing slow. My stomach flips, annoyed and warm.

I shove a chart at him, seats scribbled messy. “Who sits where?” I say, rough. My fingers shake, pointing hard. He grabs it, tossing it down quick. “Doesn’t matter,” he says, rough. My chest heaves, hot and tight. “It does!” I yell, soft and wild. My eyes sting, blurry and dumb. He steps close, hands on my shoulders. “Hey,” he says, low. My breath catches, shaky and real. “Too much,” I say, quiet. My voice breaks, tired and true.

He pulls me close, chest warm and solid. My hands grip his shirt, wrinkling it fast. “Sorry,” I say, soft. My throat burns, sad and quick. He grins big, sneaky and sure. “You’re cute mad,” he says, rough. My cheeks burn, shy and warm. “Shut up,” I say, soft. My voice shakes, giggling dumb. He laughs low, “Make me,” teasing loud. My cock twitches, needy and real.

I shove him back, playful and quick. “Jerk,” I say, soft. My hands push his chest, hard and warm. He grabs my wrists, pulling me fast. “Come here,” he says, low. My stomach flips, hot and wild. He bends me slow, over the dining table. My chest hits wood, cool and hard. “Behave, baby,” he says, spanking me light. My ass stings, warm and quick. My giggle’s loud, shaking free.

“Make me,” I say, soft. My voice breaks, horny and real. I grind back, ass rubbing his jeans. My breath’s fast, shaky and wild. He groans low, “Fuck, Cody,” hands gripping my hips. My jeans drop quick, pooling at my ankles. “Lube,” I say, hoarse. My throat burns, wanting him now. He grabs it from the drawer, slicking up fast. My ass clenches, ready and hot. “Slow,” I say, soft. My hands grip the table, knuckles white.

He slides in lazy, stretching me easy. My moan’s loud, melting soft. “Ryan,” I say, quiet. My head spins, dizzy and good. He thrusts slow, hips rocking gentle. “You’ll look hot in white,” he says, low and sneaky. My cock bounces, leaking wet. My stress fades, giggles bubbling up. “Yeah?” I say, soft. My voice shakes, happy and dumb. He spanks me light, “Yeah,” he grunts, rough. My ass stings, warm and real.

Table creaks soft, wood cool on my chest. My legs spread, pulling him close. “More,” I say, soft. My breath’s shaky, needy and wild. He moves faster, thrusts lazy but deep. My moan’s louder, echoing big. “Love you,” he says, low and sure. My eyes sting, blurry and happy. “Love you too,” I say, quiet. My voice breaks, shaking true. My cum spills slow, dripping on the floor. My body shakes, soft and free.

He groans low, warm inside me. My knees wobble, table holding me up. “Fuck,” I say, soft. My giggle’s loud, silly and real. He pulls out slow, collapsing beside me. My chest sticks to his, sweaty and warm. “Better?” he says, rough. My hand finds his, squeezing tight. “Yeah,” I say, soft. My throat burns, cozy and sure. He kisses my hair, gentle and close. “Good,” he says, low. My heart jumps, trust loud and true.

I sit up slow, ass sore and good. My jeans stay down, too lazy to move. “Wedding,” I say, soft. My fingers grab a napkin, doodling fast. “Cody Maddox,” I write, grinning big. My chest heaves, excited and dumb. He leans close, kissing my shoulder. “Hot name,” he says, rough. My cheeks burn, shy and quick. “Yeah,” I say, quiet. My voice shakes, happy and real. His arm wraps me, warm and solid.

Room’s quiet, papers messy around us. My body’s warm, sticking to him. “You’re mine,” I say, soft. My hand rests on his thigh, hard and close. He nods fast, “Always,” he says, low. My stomach flips, cozy and wild. “Good,” I say, soft. My throat burns, love loud and true. I doodle more, hearts around my name. “Cute,” he says, teasing soft. My giggle’s quick, shaking free.

Table’s sticky, my cum drying slow. My legs tangle his, sweaty and warm. “Bachelor party’s gonna be wild,” he says, low and sneaky. My heart slams, big and quick. “Yeah?” I say, soft. My voice shakes, excited and dumb. He grins big, “Oh yeah,” he says, rough. My chest bursts, happy and real. “Can’t wait,” I say, quiet. My fingers trace his arm, steady and close.

Sun’s low, light soft through the window. My stress is gone, melted away. “Love this,” I say, soft. My breath slows, cozy with him. He chuckles low, “Me too,” he says, rough. My heart jumps, trust loud and sure. I lean in, head on his chest. “Wedding,” I say, quiet. My throat burns, dreaming big. He nods slow, kissing my hair. “Soon,” he says, low. My stomach flutters, warm and quick.

Then a bang hits—loud, sharp—from outside. 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, “Cody, it’s—” Jake’s yell cuts through, loud and rough. “Guys, help!”