Just a Skody smut scene. If you're not into that, consider skipping this chapter... But this might be the last one of this sort.
That kiss was slow and sweet, almost careful, and deeper slowly. Sky moved her hands to Cody's hair, fingers brushing through the silky strands, and his scent of cotton and old books, of that spicy aftershave, filled her senses.
When she finally broke off the kiss, her heart was ticking fast in her throat, her cheeks were burning. He looked at her wide-eyed, the pupils of his eyes were wide and black, they had almost swallowed the hazel irises.
"I've missed this—" She breathed, leaning close to him, drawing a soft moan from his lips.
He glanced towards the door.
"What about your Dad? I'm pretty sure he said no funny business."
"And do you always do as you're told?"
"Depends."
"Believe me - Dad is cooking Italian food with his girlfriend. He's basically in Heaven. They're not gonna even remember that we're here if we keep quiet."
Sky was loving this boldness she felt, the courageous calm the pills were providing her. It was a week and a half since that morning at Cody's place when he had fucked her on the living room floor, and Sky hadn't been able to stop thinking about it ever since. She needed more, she felt wild and daring - she didn't even care if Dad heard them. What was he going to do about it?
Finally, Cody was healed from his injuries, finally they were alone, finally she had him right where she wanted him, on the bed, between her legs, looking up at her with eyes full of dark desire.
Slowly he leaned back, resting his back against the pillows so that he was only half sitting, and drew Sky with him. His hands were on her leggings-covered thighs, moving up, caressing the curves of her hips, and then sliding back down to her knees, gentle but hot, burning into her skin.
She pushed him against the pillows and kissed him hard. His lips opened for her, his tongue entered her mouth and curled with hers and his taste was all spearmint, fresh and cool, such a striking contrast to the burning heat and hunger of his lips.
"Oh—" he breathed, when Sky broke the kiss and brought her lips to his jaw, then nibbled her way down toward the collar of his T-shirt. His neck craned to give her better access, and soft and silent sighs and moans of pleasure began to fall off his lips.
His scent went into her bloodstream with every inhale, the mix of his aftershave, his lilac-scented fabric softener, and old books. She felt the fast ticking of his jugular when she kissed the spot under his ear, licked and sucked on that tender skin - gentle enough to not leave any marks, but hard enough to make him shiver.
"Oh, Sky—" he moaned softly, trying to keep his voice low. "I fucking missed this."
His hands were on her hips, and as she slowly began to rock her hips, grinding herself against him, the grip of his fingers turned harder.
"Fuck—" he sighed, his breathing hitched in his throat. "Sky—"
Sky grinned against his neck, her lips finding a new spot at the junction of his neck and shoulder - she had to pull the collar of his shirt to get better access.
His hands were guiding her hips into a slow, rocking motion, and Sky felt the shape of his dick clearly through the clothes. Damn, he was hard already - and she fucking loved it! She was hungry, hungry for more, and greedily she brought her lips back to his mouth, drinking his strangled moans as she pushed him back against the pillows and kissed him heavily, sucking his tongue into her mouth.
His hands left her hips and moved to her waist, to push up her T-shirt. As always, his touch was warm, his palms almost burning into her skin and she couldn't help a whimper that escaped her lips when he moved those hands to her breasts, gently eased her boobs off her bra, and started caressing them.
"Oh God—" she sighed, breaking that kiss. Her hips were still rocking against his hardness, and now his hands were cupping her breasts, his thumbs massaging her nipples that turned hard so fast it almost hurt.
"Good?" He asked, a slow grin revealing how much he was enjoying this.
"M— more," Sky breathed. "Please."
He obeyed, almost greedily. His grip on her boobs turned harder, his fingers started tugging her nipples with the same rhythm their hips were rocking. Waves of pleasure began to flash from her breasts to her core, tightening the coil in her gut. Shit—! The way he was touching her was driving her nuts, her eyes closed, the sounds that left her lips were beginning to turn throaty, incoherent. His dick was pressing against her clit through the clothes and it felt so fucking good—
She realized she could come just like this if he only kept this on.
"Oh, Oh—" she moaned, trying desperately to keep her voice low. "Shit, Cody—!"
He chuckled as he pushed up her T-shirt, sat up, and latched his lips on her breast, sucking that nipple deep into his mouth. Sky moaned out loud, forgetting all about where they were, about needing to be quiet, about Dad who had the key to her room. All that existed was this moment, the beautiful boy in her arms, the pleasure he could give her. Her hand moved to the back of his neck, pulling his face against his chest. His hot breathing sent shivers through her core, making her squirm impatiently on top of him. He wasn't too gentle as he bit and sucked on her breast, the fingers of his other hand still tugging on her other nipple, but that was the way she liked it, the mix of pain and pleasure erased every conscious thought from her mind.
"Please—" She moaned breathlessly, her hips grinding against him. "Oh, fuck, that feels so good—"
He took his time sucking and biting both her breasts, his mouth hungry and needy, as if he had never tasted anything more delicious, and this slow, torturous nipple teasing was making Sky feel like she would explode. Her nipples were sore and aching, but the heat of his mouth, the gentle strokes of his tongue soothed that pain and turned it into pleasure that was coursing through her body in increasing waves.
She buried her fingers in his soft, dark hair, whining and whimpering as he teased her nipple with his teeth. Was it possible to come just like this? Her head was dizzy, her thighs were trembling on both sides of Cody's hips, his dick was pressing against her clit and Sky was beginning to lose all control. She was craving for the release, she needed it horribly.
Cody's breathing was fast, hot, and strangled on the wet, oversensitive skin of her boobs when he finally let her nipple go.
"Don't stop—" Sky almost sobbed. "Please don't stop—"
But he did. Sky's T-shirt fell back down to cover her aching breasts and with a couple of fast moves, Cody threw away the pillows he'd been leaning on and laid down on the bed on his back. He looked up at her with dark eyes that were half closed in pleasure as he brought his hands back to her thighs.
"You locked the door?" He asked throatily.
Sky nodded. She brought a hand to her chest, under her shirt, and kept caressing her breast that still yearned for affection. Cody's eyes turned a shade darker in front of that sight.
"You wanna continue?"
Again Sky nodded shakily, unable to form a proper answer. A moan escaped her lips as she rubbed herself against Cody's dick and his hands moved to her ass, gripping hard on her soft curves.
"You wanna sit on my face?" He spoke with a slow grin, making Sky's cheeks burn.
To sit on his face?
It sounded so hot, but at the same time, Sky was mortified. She knew that the door was locked, but still - Dad was home, and she had no idea if she could keep silent doing something like that, and also—
"I— I don't know," she stammered. "I've never—"
"You've never tried it?" The look on Cody's face was genuinely surprised, but it melted into a kind, soft smile. "It's okay. We don't have to, but… I think you'd love it."
"But what if I—" Sky felt embarrassed, she brought a hand to cool her burning cheek. "What if I— I don't know— what if I crush you? Or suffocate you? Or—"
He laughed, his grin was wide and wild and his big, beautiful hands that rested on her hips were burning through Sky's clothes. "You're gonna do no such thing. But you are gonna come so fucking hard, riding my tongue."
His words erased Sky's hesitation. She wanted this, didn't she? And he clearly wanted it too. What was there to be embarrassed about? Leaning into her drug-induced boldness, she quickly got rid of her leggings and her panties, which were already soaked through, and a bit awkwardly positioned herself so that her legs were on both sides of Cody's head, her small, sock-covered feet resting on his shoulders. She felt incredibly exposed like this, but the way he was looking at her, his eyes wide and dark with lust, made her silence that last insecurity at the back of her mind.
With him, she could be anybody. And today she chose sex and drugs and rock'n'roll, she chose to live like there was no tomorrow, because maybe there was not.
He began to press soft kisses on the insides of her thighs, his tongue lapped between her slick folds making her moan and tremble.
"Oh fuck—" Sky sighed. "Fucking Hell—!"
"You taste so fucking amazing—" he sighed, his fingers gripping her ass. "I love it—"
Sky grabbed the headboard with both hands, her eyes closing in bliss. She wanted to look down at him, to see how he was eating her, but the pleasure was too much, she wanted to drown in it, to reach the climax she knew wasn't that far away.
"Sit lower," he told her. "I can't reach all of you."
Sky obeyed, lowering her weight on him, and shit his tongue pushed between her folds, finding her clit, making her lose all sense. She couldn't help but moan as she started to move, rocking her hips against his mouth, her fingers were gripping the wooden headboard so that it dug into her palms. He encouraged her, his hands caressing her ass cheeks, and he was moaning softly, those sounds muffled against her dripping pussy. His kisses were wet, loud, as he latched his lips around her clit and started sucking it.
"Oh my God—" Sky brought another hand down, grabbed his hair, pulling on the silky strands. "Oh my God— Cody—! Ohmygod—!"
Her hips were moving fast now, and his tongue was back on her clit, her moves turned sharp and hard, erratic, out of sync, and—
It felt like falling, like the sweetest death. She saw stars as the waves of bliss knocked the air out of her lungs, her thighs trembled, closing around his head while she whimpered and sobbed his name Cody, Cody, of fuck, Cody—! It took all her strength to hold on to the headboard and not collapse on top of him - but he supported her with his hands and his lips kept pressing soft, gentle kisses on her sex, he licked and drank her juices that were dripping all over his face.
"Jesus Christ—" Sky sighed with a trembling voice when she finally could speak again. "Jesus fucking Christ, Cody—"
He chuckled, his hot breathing fanned her slick and sensitive flesh, causing yet another jolt of bliss, another strengthless moan from her lips.
"Told you you'd like that," Cody spoke as Sky awkwardly released his hair from her iron grip and climbed off him, taking a seat on her bed, her legs still shaking.
"That was crazy," she replied, and brought a hand to his mouth, to wipe her slickness off his jaw and his cheeks. He let her do it, but then gently took that hand in his and licked her fingers clean. His eyes were dark with desire, as his red and swollen lips closed around her digits, his tongue was hot and greedy as it lapped over every inch of her fingers.
"That was so fucking hot. Look what you do to me—" he groaned when Sky pulled her fingers off his mouth. She glanced at the massive bulge in his pants and her mouth went dry with wanting.
"You think that was hot?" She smirked, bringing her hands to the waistband of his jeans. "It's your turn now."
Cody let out a sharp exhale when Sky opened the buckle of his belt and started to undo the buttons. His cheeks were deep red, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he gripped the hem of his T-shirt and pulled it up, revealing the pale skin of his abdomen, the tight muscle under it, the trail of dark hair that led down from his belly button.
For a moment she stilled in front of that sight, her hands stopped. There were still some fading bruises on his abdomen, some blue and purple shadows on his ribs. Carefully she laid a hand on the bruises, and the memory of how she had found him on his bed a week ago, bleeding through his T-shirt was sudden and painful. Her throat went tight with unnamed emotion. On his skin, all around his stomach and his sides, under the fading bruises, she could see old scars - she had not paid attention to them before, but now she did, suddenly they were all she could see when she looked at him. The old, faded scars, white against his pale skin, like a map that told of his past.
How could anyone do this? To Cody? To any child? He had said he had been small when it had happened - his aunt and her boyfriend, what the fuck had they done to him? A sudden anger flashed through Sky's chest. They had not only broken his bones, but they had also broken something within him, and Sky wanted to punch them in the face, she wanted to make those assholes pay for what they had done.
"Sky—" Cody sighed, noticing the change in her mood, the way her fingers traced the map of scars on his skin. "Don't. Don't look at me like that."
She swallowed, drew her hand back. She understood what he meant, probably better than anyone. He didn't want her pity, nor her compassion, not at a moment like this.
The more you knew about someone, the more you cared. And with caring, always came sadness. She wondered if Cody regretted telling her, for no matter what, she would never be able to unsee his scars again.
"Like what?" She teased, faking a smile. "Like you're the hottest guy I've ever seen?"
"You know what I mean—"
"You wanna talk, or you want me to suck your dick?" She finished opening the buttons of his jeans. "Cause I can't do both."
His only reply was a sharp, dry breath he took when Sky bent down to kiss his stomach, following the trail of hair with her tongue. His scent was strong and masculine, salt and musk and sex and it went straight to Sky's blood like a drug, making her mouth water as her tongue moved over the sensitive skin of his lower abdomen right above the waistband of his boxer shorts. He was cursing softly as he pushed down his jeans, impatient for more, and Sky helped with the boxers, breaking the kissing long enough to grab his dick that sprang free from the agony of his underwear.
"Oh, Fuck—" he moaned under his breath, and as Sky's lips were back on his skin, "Oh, shit, Oh—!"
The way his hips twitched and he groaned when she began to move her hand, told Sky that he wasn't going to last long. He was clearly super aroused by the things they had just done, and that made Sky feel all soft and fluffy inside - the fact that he had wanted to please her like that, and he hadn't found it weird or gross at all, made her heart swell. He had fucking loved it so much that he was already on the edge. His dick was rock hard, deep red, almost purple, and leaking clear droplets of pre cum. It was so fucking beautiful.
She started pumping his whole length, slowly at first, but then faster tightening her grip, peppering small kisses on his balls, on the underside of his cock which made him squirm on the bed.
"Please—" he groaned breathlessly. "Please—"
The desperation in his voice made Sky smirk. Damn, how good it felt to see him coming apart like this, losing his cool. She loved that he needed her like this, this desperately. It made her feel like she still mattered - at least for this small moment, she mattered to someone, She was needed, desired, wanted. She was still good for something, something beautiful, something kind. Not everything in her was dead yet, not everything was rotten.
Moving her grip to the base of his cock, she took him into her mouth slowly, as deep as he would fit. He moaned softly, as Sky closed her lips around his thick cock and pulled her head back, hollowing her cheeks.
"That's so good—" he sighed. "Ohmygod—"
His hand brushed her hair off her face so that he could see her better, then remained there, touching her curls, following the movement of her head.
His dick was both long and thick, and only half of it would fit into her mouth, even if she took him all the way to her throat with every bob of her head. His taste was all soap and musk, with a tang of salt - such a manly taste that went straight to her head, and the soft curses that kept falling off his lips were incredibly arousing.
Sky had come like an exploding supernova only minutes ago, but she was already getting turned on again. That boy was just so hot, his body was lean and strong, his denim-covered thighs were trembling on the bed as Sky gripped him harder, his pleasure was like a drug that was making her high.
She kept pumping and sucking him with a fastening pace, bobbing her head, caressing his dick with her lips and her tongue as it slid in and out of her mouth. His fingers gripped her hair harder, his hips twitched and bucked up from the bed to meet her mouth as it became impossible for him to stay completely still.
"Oh— oh, that's it—" his voice was strangled, full of sweet surrender. "That's it, babe, just like that, please— just like that—"
It only took a couple of more deep strokes, and he came. The release made him moan, his muscles trembled, his heels dug into the mattress and he gripped her hair so hard it almost hurt, keeping her head in place. His cock throbbed between her lips and the strong taste of his cum filled her senses.
"Shit—! Ohmygod—!" He failed to keep quiet as Sky kept sucking him through his orgasm, drinking his cum until it was over, until he stopped convulsing and lay still on the bed, strengthless, moaning silently. Only then did she sit up and he released his grip on her head, even if he seemed a bit reluctant to let her go and his touch lingered, his fingers brushed through her hair.
"Come here—" he breathed, his voice still low and broken, and Sky lay next to him, laid her head on his shoulder, feeling the deep rising and falling of his chest, the fast beat of his heart under the layers of muscle and bone.
They lay there for a while, his arm around her, their breathing slowly calming down, and he kissed the top of her head, and when she looked up at him, he kissed her lips too, slow and sweet and the kiss tasted like sex.
Sky knew they should get cleaned up and get dressed, She knew they needed to open the window because if Dad came knocking on the door, the heavy scent of sex would reveal in a heartbeat that this wasn't just a movie night. But she was drowsy and relaxed, she was happy, and as minutes passed, she kept telling herself there was no hurry, there was no rush, that she could stay here for a little while longer, and pretend that this was really her life now, that there was someone to hold her, to need her, to keep her safe, to love her—
She brushed that last thought off, annoyed at herself. Ridiculous. This wasn't love, and she wasn't going to pretend that it was.
"Is everything okay?" Sky asked, her fingers tracing small circles on his still bare stomach. "You're so quiet."
He kissed the top of her head, his fingers brushed through her hair. His voice was a bit broken when he spoke.
"Everything is perfect."
Another short silence. Sky was beginning to feel a bit cold. She released herself from Cody's arms and sat up, searching for her panties and her leggings, noticed they were on the floor - and realized she needed clean ones anyway.
"You want to watch the movie now? And see if that ice cream is still edible?" She asked as she climbed off the bed.
"Sure," he replied, his eyes on her figure, on her bare legs. He looked like he was looking at the moon. "Let's watch the movie."
She opened the window and let the cool, fresh air in