From the moment his lips met hers, it was pure passion.
This was not a staged Hollywood kiss, this was the real deal. Cody's hands were on her body, pushing her against the wall, his hips were pressing against her core as he stood between her legs, his tongue nudged against her lips and she opened for him, letting that tongue enter her mouth in deep, gentle strokes.
Her hands were on his chest, pushing that leather jacket off his shoulders, and he broke the kiss just to brush the jacket off, letting it fall onto the floor, and then he was kissing her again with such intensity as if it was the only thing in the whole world that he wanted to do.
He looked like a boy but felt like a man. His hands were big and strong, his scent was all leather and tobacco, it went to Sky's blood like heroin making her weak in the knees. With a jolt that ran through her body like an electric shock, she realized that she wanted this thing, this thing that wasn't friendship but it wasn't love either, she wanted this thing, this moment, this night, she wanted Cody so that it took her breath away.
The taste of his kisses was spiced with alcohol and blood - copper and iron and something sweet, and that primitive taste went to Sky's head, making her high. Her impatient hands were pulling up his shirt to feel that tight abdomen, that lean chest, and he groaned in the kiss, let out a hiss when her hands found the large, silver buckle of his belt.
"No, wait–" he broke the kiss, his chest heaving with fast, shallow breaths. "Wait a sec—"
"What? Don't you want to—?"
"Are you—" he swallowed hard. "Are you sure? Just— how high are you?"
"Not that high," Sky replied, a bit sharply. "I know what I'm doing."
He rested his forehead against her brow, his fast, strangled breaths falling to her lips as his hands gripped her waist. His body pressed against hers, almost desperately. She could tell he wanted her, could already feel the hardness of his erection in those tight, black jeans, pushing against her core, and his hesitation was driving her mad.
She just wanted to forget, to let go of everything, to feel good, even for a short moment, and here was Cody with his beautiful face and his strong hands and his manly scent and Sky knew that he could give her that oblivion, and not just with the drugs.
Was it really too much to ask for?
"Please—" she begged, her lips touching his, her fingers still resting on that belt buckle. "Please, I really want it."
His throat bobbed, his hands on her waist were trembling, fingers digging into the softness of her curves, and every muscle in his jaw, in his neck, was tight and hard.
"You're gonna be the death of me," he groaned, and then he was kissing her again, her lips, her neck, his eager hands with their long fingers were ripping open the buttons of her shirt. Sky moaned when he eased her breasts out of the bra. His hands were so warm, always warm, never cold, and his lips—
Her fingers thread through the dark, silky strands of Cody's hair when he kissed her nipples, then sucked them, and she could only whisper harder, harder, please, I like it harder, and he obeyed, as if her wish was his command, sucking her breasts so that Sky was whining and whimpering under his touch.
And then he was on the floor on his knees, looking up at her through those thick, dark lashes. His eyes were endless, black ponds and his hands were under her short Ravenclaw skirt, caressing her thighs, finding her panties and pulling them down, slowly, slowly, so that she could still tell him no if she wanted to.
But she didn't want him to stop. She wanted those beautiful lips back on her body, she wanted the thing that was only a promise in his eyes for now, but that soon would make her burn, burn so that she wouldn't be able to think, to remember, to feel anything but this sweet heat between her legs.
"So you're the one kneeling now," Sky spoke, her hand in his hair, and his seriousness broke into a soft, quick smile.
"What the Hell, I like it better like this anyways."
With that, he pushed up her skirt for her to hold while his hands were on the back of her naked thighs, sliding up, gripping her ass. His lips were burning hot on her lower abdomen, and Sky was already whimpering, squirming as his kisses moved closer to the spot where she so desperately needed him.
"Oh God—" she moaned, when he finally stopped teasing her and his tongue lapped over her sex, then slid between her slick folds making her hips twitch in his grip.
He chuckled against her slickness and continued, finding her clit. Sky's legs were trembling, the fingers of her other hand gripped hard on her skirt that she was pulling up, the other hand was still in Cody's hair, following the movement of his head as he buried his face between her legs, licking and sucking her as if she was something delicious, something he couldn't get enough of.
"So good—" Sky whined, breathlessly. "So fucking good—"
Her words had an instant effect on Cody. Groaning, he grabbed her thigh and pushed her right leg up, over his shoulder, to get even better access.
Sky was melting into the wall, losing her grip on reality. The heavy bass beat continued downstairs, it resonated into her bones through the wall, the alcohol and the drugs in her system were making the world soft and hazy, removing all her inhibitions, all her hesitations. Cody's lips and his tongue became the only things she could think about and soon she was moaning out loud, not caring if someone heard her. She felt the coil in her gut getting tighter and tighter, and she couldn't help it, she became an utter mess under his touch. She wasn't human anymore, she was a primitive thing, wanting one thing only, desperately responding to his caresses by grinding her pussy against his face.
She remembered Moon telling her that Cody dated a lot of girls, and yes, yes, it was perfect, for he clearly slept with a lot of girls too, because fucking Hell, he knew what he was doing, and it was perfect because this time there were no feelings, she was just a random girl, she could be anybody, and he could be anybody too, he was just a boy, he wasn't in love with her, he wouldn't cling to her or demand anything from her tomorrow. She wasn't in love with him, and there was freedom in that thought, her heart wouldn't get broken, not this time, she didn't owe Cody anything and all there was between them was passion, need, pleasure, this one night and nothing more, just the way she wanted it to be.
"So good—" she whined. "That's so fucking good, Oh God, you're gonna make me come—"
He couldn't speak, as his lips and his tongue were sucking her clit, but he responded by bringing his fingers to tease her entrance, then slowly pushing them in, first one, then another—
Those fucking rings he had in his fingers, the large, silver rings. She felt them inside of her, the bumps and ridges of those rings, rubbing her most sensitive spots, and oh God, oh God, oh God—
Sky was coming apart. The sounds that left her throat were barely human. Her hips were moving as if they had a will of their own. Cody's hair was in her tight grip, and she pulled at the strands, sobbing in her desperate need as he started fucking her with his fingers, finding a rhythm that drove her absolutely mad.
"Yes— Yes, please, don't fucking stop—-"
She moaned when she climaxed, moaned his name, and gripped his hair hard, as her back arched and her toes curled in her Mary Janes. She was drowning in pleasure, there was a supernova exploding in her core, blasting away everything, every last remnant of her sorrow and her heartache, leaving behind nothing but pure bliss. Through the ringing of her ears, she heard how Cody groaned, felt the vibrations of his voice through his tongue that was still pressed hard against her clit, and it was so, so good, so fucking perfect that Sky almost cried.
When she finally stopped convulsing, she collapsed against the wall, utterly spent and strengthless, and only then did Cody slowly pull his fingers out of her and let her leg back down.
He took a couple of deep inhales and stood up slowly as if he had no hurries in the world. His face was glistening with her juices, and he brought a hand up to wipe his mouth, then dipped his digits between his lips which were all red and swollen, and licked his fingers clean, looking at her in the eye, making a show of that simple gesture.
Sky could only look at him, breathless and high-headed in her post-orgasmic haze.
"Now, how was that?" Cody rasped, laying his hands on her hips as he stepped closer, finding his place between her legs. "Enough? Or you want more?"
He leaned closer so that his body was touching hers, his hard erection that was stretching his jeans was pressed against her, making a soft moan escape her lips.
"More—-" she whined breathlessly, her fingers finding the buckle of his belt again, and this time he didn't stop her, just asked one more time:
"You sure?"
"Anyone ever told you that you talk too much?" Sky breathed and Cody let out a laugh that turned into a groan as the buckle came loose. His breathing hitched in his throat as she opened the belt, found the buttons of his jeans, started undoing them as quickly as she could, impatient, needy, hungry for more—-
Because if Hawk got to fuck other people, then why couldn't she? Why shouldn't she have this pleasure too, the only pleasure there was left for her, this pure, primitive pleasure of casual sex, now that she was lost and ruined anyways, now that she knew she could never love again?
The thought about Hawk was a dagger in her heart, and she pushed it away, pushed it away with all her might. She wasn't going to think about him, not at a moment like this, not ever again, and those weren't Hawk's jeans she was pushing down, those weren't his lips so close to her mouth, and that was the way she wanted it. Nothing of Cody reminded her of Hawk, his taste was different, his scent was different, the sounds he made were different, and that was how she wanted it, she didn't want to remember Hawk's dry and throaty groans, she wanted to fall into the soft, sighs and moans that left Cody's lips, she didn't want to remember Hawk's scent of steel and cotton, she wanted to breathe in the scent of this boy, leather and blood and tobacco, and she didn't want to think about the way Hawk came apart under her touch when she gripped his dick, she wanted to see how Cody would react when she did that, because Hawk was in the past, it was all gone and it was never coming back—-
–and I don't want to think about him anymore!
Cody's lips found hers when she was pushing down his jeans. The taste of his mouth was intoxicating, it was alcohol and blood and the taste of her own fluids, salty and strong and incredibly arousing. Not Hawk, just Cody. And that was the way she wanted it. His tongue was in her mouth, his breathing was fast and shallow as her impatient fingers found his dick, gripped around his thickness, and God, he was big, his dick was long and thick and Sky's mouth went dry when his hips bucked up to meet her hand.
He broke the kiss, panting, and brought his eyes up to meet her gaze.
"We don't have to—"
"Shut up—" Sky sighed and pulled him into another kiss, sucking his lower lip into her mouth, gripping his dick tighter and starting to pump him, and yes, yes, he liked it, he began to moan, soft curses falling off his lips into her mouth, and it was good, it was beautiful, there was such beauty and power in this moment when she saw the things she could make him feel, the things she could make him want.
He pulled back, but only to take off his black T-shirt and throw it onto the floor. His naked upper body was gorgeous - the smooth skin, the hard muscle. He was so lean that Sky could feel the sharp arcs of his hip bones, his ribs under the skin, but there was firm muscle on his arms, roundness in his shoulders too, and as her hands roamed over the wonders of his body, his breathing got fast, shallow, strangled.
"Condom?" he groaned, his lips touching her mouth. "Or are you on the pill?"
"We need a condom—" Sky replied, and suddenly realized she didn't have any, that she had thrown them all away after the breakup, thinking she would never need them again because if she couldn't have Hawk, she wouldn't want to have anyone.
Stupid, stupid, stupid!
"I don't have any," she said, her voice breaking. Cody's dick was pressed tight against her body, and she wanted him, she wanted that cock inside of her to fill the horrible emptiness that was all she could think about, and she didn't care if they had no condom, she would take him like this, without protection if it came to that because there was no way in Hell she would stop now—
"It's okay," Cody replied. "I've got some."
For a short moment, he broke their contact and standing there in front of her, his chest heaving, his erection thick and red against the pale skin of his stomach, he searched the pockets of his jeans that were still halfway on, found his wallet, and in there, a condom.
Sky's mouth went dry with need as she looked at Cody rolled the condom on his dick, and then—
His lips were back on hers, so fucking soft and hot, his hand was on her thigh, pulling up her leg and he looped his arm under her knee, bringing her leg up to his waist.
"Put your arms around my neck," he groaned, and Sky did as she was told. And he was there, between her legs, and his lips were so close to her own, she tasted the blood in his breath, and then—
"Oh God—" she whined when he started pushing inside, her head falling back against the wall.
He stilled immediately as if he'd been waiting for this reaction all along.
"You want to stop?"
"No," Sky replied breathlessly. "No, God no, don't stop— just take it slow—"
He did, his fingers digging into the skin of her ass under her skirt, he eased his cock into her slowly, little by little, his hips rolling softly into her until he couldn't get any deeper and Sky felt him filling her completely, stretching her to her limits. Just like this, without even moving, he hit all the spots of pleasure inside of her, and it blew her mind, she had never felt anything like it.
"Can I— can I move?" He asked, after giving her a moment to adjust. His lips were touching hers, his voice was nothing but a strangled groan.
"Yes, please—"
Holding her in his arms, pinning her against the wall, he started to move, first slow and careful, but as her sighs turned into moans and she began to relax, his hips began to hit her harder, faster, and there was no room for any conscious thoughts in her mind from that point on.
Cody's lips were back on hers, he kissed her hard, his tongue dipping deep into her mouth, his stomach and chest pressed against her body, and she could do nothing but to cling him, desperately holding him in her arms as he fucked her. The orgasm he had given her before had left her hyper-sensitive, and she felt every inch of his dick as he entered her, felt the divine pleasure, the sensation of being stretched so much it almost hurt, and with every thrust he hit as deep as he would fit, drawing strangled moans off her lips into his mouth.
"I'm gonna come again—" she breathed, breaking the kiss. "Fuck, Cody, that's so fucking good—"
"Oh, fuck—," Cody moaned, his hips moving faster, "Oh, shit, oh, shit—"
"Yes, yes, yes, please—"
They were both loud as fuck, but Sky didn't care. He was banging her against the wall so hard that her whole body was bouncing, the grip of his fingers on her ass was almost painful, but she loved it, she only wanted this, this insane pleasure, she needed the release, needed it horribly, and he was giving it to her, with every shove of his dick into her dripping cunt, he was making her better, and she couldn't help it, she was exploding, she was so close, so fucking close—
"Can you—-" Cody groaned with a strangled voice. "Can you call my name? Please?"
"Cody–!" Sky moaned. "Cody, Oh, Cody, Cody—" his name was a prayer on her lips, a desperate plea, and she kept sighing it close to his ear, and every time she said his name he breathed yes, yes, yes, with his soft, broken voice, and something in that word moved Sky's heart, she felt it in her bloodstream, his need, his desperate hope, his pleasure, and so she kept chanting that name over and over again, "Cody, Cody, Cody Bishop—!"
Until she couldn't talk anymore, because she was coming again, and the words on her lips turned into moans as she fell off the cliff and let go of everything.
He followed, only a couple of deep, fast strokes later, burying his face in her neck.
And there, at that moment, coming so hard she lost her grip on reality, Sky was exactly where she wanted to be. She wasn't thinking about Hawk at all.
Yes, I am ashamed. XD
But admit that you read through this thing.