9. CODY

CODY

“ W hat’s up?” Dean turned, half inside of his t-shirt, with a surprised look on his face. His blond hair was messy around his strong jaw, and he was only wearing a loose pair of sweatpants that did nothing to hide what lay beneath. My cock throbbed at the sight of him, in need of release from everything that had happened that morning.

Dean wasn’t drugs, but he sure was close.

“I need you.”

I slammed the door shut and closed the distance between us, enveloping his face with my hands. He resisted for a moment, his hands pressed against my chest to shove me away, but I kissed an apology for the bluntness across his lips before slipping my tongue into his mouth.

His fingernails dug into my skin, trying to resist what was happening but, just like always, his primal need to consume me took over and his hands freed the towel from my waist before he shoved me back against the bed. Dean kissed me all down my bare, damp chest, past my stomach, and along the hardened lines of my hip bones. My fingers raked through his messy hair and tugged lightly on the root to garner the attention of his big blue eyes. He returned to me, sloppy and hungry, because no matter how hard we fought to keep our distance from one another, we always ended up back here.

I helped him from his sweatpants and rolled him over on the bed so I could lay on top of him, my knee pressed gently against him to separate his legs and allow me to settle down between them. I dragged another deep kiss from his lips, our breathing becoming short and fast before I rolled down over him and molded us together. Every curve, every muscle, pressed tightly together as I ground myself against him.

“Cael,” Dean growled, grasping at my skin with his fingers as he grew harder beneath me.

I kissed a wet line along his collarbone before his finger hooked beneath my chin and pulled me back to him. I could feel his body relaxing against mine, finding the fragile corners of our relationship and settling against them like he belonged there.

It’s what he wanted but not what I needed.

“Too sweet,” I groaned against his mouth as our cocks rubbed against each other.

I could feel the heat building in my stomach and, as Dean attempted to break again, no doubt telling me how much we shouldn’t be doing this, I growled low and deepened the kiss so he couldn’t.

“Roll over,” he ordered as he grabbed the lube from the top drawer of his nightstand.

I rolled over without a word, pushing up onto all fours as he ran a slicked-up hand against the length of his hardened shaft. The bed dipped as he settled behind me, lining us up, and pushed his tip inside. Dean gave me a moment to inhale and prepare myself before grasping my hip in his strong hand and shoving deep inside me.

It wasn’t soft, not even close. As he thrust hard again, Dean ran a hand between my damp shoulder blades and pushed me down into the mattress. A low guttural growl left me and I braced myself against the wall as Dean’s thrusts became rougher. He couldn’t hold back; each unrelenting slap was a short, fleeting release from everything happening outside these four walls. It was making my head dizzy and my breath short. I couldn’t get enough.

A long, dirty moan dripped from Dean as he pounded my ass. The pressure built in my core and created sparks of fire over my skin.

“That’s it,” he whispered between breaths. “Give in to me,” he demanded.

Despite his previous hesitation, I could feel how much he enjoyed it. My ass clenched around his dick as he rolled his hips against me. Dean wrapped his arm around me and pulled me back so I was pressed against his chest as he shoved into me even harder than before.

“Fuck, Cael.” His entire body tightened as he began to suck at my skin.

I dug my fingers into his hips hard enough to pierce his skin and leave delicious little bruises that no one would ever see. Dean moaned softly as I pushed back against his thrusts. The laugh that dripped from me was strangled and turned into a groan as his movements became just as needy as mine.

“How could you ever deny us this?” I growled and wrapped my hand around my cock, rubbing my thumb across the tip as I continued to roll back and force him deeper. My dick leaked for him, and the sound he made at the sight proved he fucking craved it just as much as I did.

Our skin slapped together as my hand pumped at my cock faster, dragging myself to the edge with him. His entire body shuddered in time with mine as hot, sticky cum spilled into my hand, and it was enough for the cord to snap within him as he released deep inside of me. It was like fire tearing its way up through every single muscle in my body. The waves of pleasure were intense enough to make my head spin. They licked at my fingertips like live wires, and I couldn’t catch my breath.

“You good?” Dean asked as he shucked free from me and rolled onto the mattress. I shoved him back against the pillows, crawling over him. I nodded, eyes trained in the distance as I collected my breath and my thoughts. “You’re an asshole,” he sighed, rolling over the bed and sitting on the edge with his shoulders slumped over as he pulled on his sweatpants.

“You can’t switch one addiction for another, Cael.” He stood to look at me, sex worn and ready for a nap.

“You seemed to be enjoying it just fine.” I rolled my eyes and rested my arms beneath my head. “I'm sorry I forgot that everything has to be at your behest.” I offered what I thought was a half-assed apology, but he didn’t smile at me.

“I’m not a medicine cabinet for your issues. I’m a fucking human being. Wash my sheets.” He pointed at the stain forming, grabbed his shirt, and left the room.

I stared at the ceiling as the door slammed shut and closed my eyes.

Even without the drugs, I was managing to run everything into the ground.