Stage Heat

Stage Heat
Cody POV

I’m sweaty on the dining table, giggling with Ryan after he fucked me slow. My chest sticks to his, napkin doodled with “Cody Maddox” in my hand. “Bachelor party’s gonna be wild,” he says, low and sneaky, kissing my shoulder. My heart jumps, warm and quick. Then that bang—loud, sharp—hits from outside. My stomach twists, cold and fast. “What’s that?” I say, soft. My voice shakes, scared and dumb. Ryan sits up quick, “Cody, it’s—” he starts, rough. Jake’s yell cuts through, loud and rough. “Guys, help!” My breath catches, shaky and wild.

We run fast, door slamming loud. My legs tremble, following Ryan out. Jake’s by his truck—fender bent, tire flat. My chest heaves, relieved and dumb. “Hit a curb,” he says, grinning big. My hands shake, grabbing a jack. “Dumbass,” I say, soft. My throat burns, laughing quick. Ryan helps fast, “Party prep,” he says, rough. My heart slams, cozy and real. “Fixed,” Jake says, clapping my back. My stomach flips, warm and sure.

Days zoom fast, sun hot and bright. Bachelor night’s here—joint party, me and Ryan. My chest buzzes, excited and shy. “Strip club?” I say, soft. My voice shakes, nervous and quick. He grins big, dark hair messy and cute. “Yeah,” he says, low. My cheeks burn, warm and dumb. “Okay,” I say, quiet. My legs bounce, pulling on tight jeans. “Hot,” he says, kissing my neck. My skin tingles, happy and real.

Club’s loud—music thumping, lights flashing fast. My heart slams, big and wild. “Here,” Ryan says, pulling me in. My hands sweat, gripping his arm. Guys cheer loud, drinks sloshing messy. My stomach twists, shy and quick. “Fun,” I say, soft. My voice shakes, hiding my blush. He laughs low, “Wait for it,” sneaky and sure. My cock twitches, needy and dumb. I sit fast, table sticky under me.

Music pumps hard, bass shaking my chest. My eyes blink, watching the stage. “You’re up,” Jake yells, grinning big. My throat burns, surprised and real. Ryan winks fast, stepping up slow. My breath catches, shaky and wild. He’s in tight shorts, shirt off quick. My cheeks burn, red and hot. “Fuck,” I say, soft. My voice breaks, horny and dumb. Guys hoot loud, money flying fast.

He moves slow, hips rolling sexy. My eyes lock his, dark and burning. My hands shake, hiding under the table. “For you,” he mouths, grinning big. My cock’s hard, pressing tight in my jeans. My chest heaves, blushing wild. He strips more, shorts sliding low. My tongue licks my lips, dry and quick. “Hot,” I say, soft. My voice shakes, wanting him now. He dances close, sweat shining bright.

Crowd yells loud, music pumping fast. My legs bounce, needy and real. He drops low, crawling to me. My heart slams, big and dumb. “Hey,” he says, low in my ear. My skin tingles, warm and wild. “Hey,” I say, quiet. My throat burns, shy and sure. He pulls me up, hands on my hips. “VIP,” he says, rough. My stomach flips, excited and quick.

Room’s dark—curtains thick, music soft now. My chest heaves, shaky and real. “Dance,” I say, soft. My voice breaks, horny and dumb. He grins big, pushing me down. My ass hits the couch, soft and cool. “Watch,” he says, low. My eyes blink, locked on him. His shorts drop fast, cock springing free. My breath catches, fast and wild. “Ryan,” I say, soft. My hands reach, trembling quick.

I lean in fast, lips wrapping tight. My tongue licks slow, tasting him warm. “Fuck,” he groans, rough and needy. My moan’s soft, humming deep. “Love your mouth,” he says, low and fierce. My chest bursts, happy and real. I suck hard, throat stretching full. My hands grab his thighs, hard and hot. “Cody,” he grunts, thrusting quick. My eyes water, blurry and wild.

Crowd’s loud outside, muffled and far. My cock throbs, jeans tight and wet. “Best night,” he says, rough and loud. My head bobs fast, taking him deep. His hands tug my hair, pulling tight. “Yeah,” I hum, soft and shaky. My throat burns, swallowing him down. He groans big, cum spilling hot. My tongue catches it, grinning quick. “Fuck,” I say, soft. My voice breaks, happy and dumb.

He pulls me up fast, lips crashing mine. My chest sticks to his, sweaty and warm. “Good?” he says, low. My hands grip his arms, shaky and sure. “Best,” I say, soft. My throat burns, love loud and true. We laugh loud, wrecked and happy. “Crowd’s mad,” I say, quiet. My giggle’s quick, shaking free. He grins big, “Fuck ‘em,” he says, rough. My heart jumps, cozy and real.

Couch creaks soft, my jeans still on. My legs tangle his, warm and close. “You’re hot,” I say, soft. My fingers trace his chest, sweaty and hard. He nods fast, “You too,” he says, low. My cheeks burn, shy and quick. “Marry me soon,” I say, quiet. My voice shakes, excited and dumb. He kisses my hair, gentle and sure. “Few days,” he says, rough. My chest bursts, trust loud and true.

Room’s warm, air thick and still. My body’s sweaty, sticking to him. “Love this,” I say, soft. My breath slows, cozy with him. He chuckles low, “Me too,” he says, rough. My heart slams, big and wild. “You danced,” I say, quiet. My throat burns, proud and real. He grins big, “For you,” he says, low. My stomach flips, warm and quick.

I lean in slow, head on his shoulder. “Can’t wait to marry you,” I say, soft. My voice shakes, happy and sure. He nods fast, “Few more days,” he says, rough. My chest heaves, love loud and real. “Yeah,” I say, quiet. My fingers brush his hand, steady and close. “Best night,” I say, soft. My throat burns, grinning big. His arm wraps me, tight and warm.

Club hums soft, music fading low. My legs ache, good ache from sitting. “Mine,” I say, soft. My hand rests on his thigh, hard and warm. “Always,” he says, low. My heart jumps, cozy and true. “Good,” I say, quiet. My giggle’s quick, shaking dumb. He kisses my cheek, slow and sweet.

Then a shout 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. Lights flash bright, red and blue through the curtain. “Cody, it’s—”