"You're so fucking blind! Can't you see that she doesn't love you? Sky doesn't care about anyone's feelings, she only thinks about herself. How could she love you? She barely even knows you." Jess had said, running her hand down his back, sitting too close to him on the bench in the backyard. Her words had been a cold, sharp knife, cutting through his heart. "Sky doesn't care about you, not like I do— I never would have done this to you, Cody."
What she had said, was running through Cody's mind as Sky pushed him down on the bed, straddling him so that her thighs were on both sides of his hips, kissing him like she couldn't get enough of him. Her scent of vanilla mixed with alcohol filled his senses, making him light-headed, and yet he couldn't get enough of it, he craved more, more, more, it was like a drug and he was an addict, dying to get his fix.
Jess knew nothing. She had just been preying on his weak moment, to claim that Sky didn't love him, to thrust her unwanted affection at Cody.
He didn't want Jess. He had never seen her that way, and yet she kept trying. It was annoying, he hated the way she tried to manipulate him, tried to ruin the one thing that was making him happy. Sky. Oh God, Sky loved him, she had said so, had said so many times by now, and he could feel love in the deep, heated kisses, in the way her fingers gripped his sweater and pulled it over his head, in the way her body was melting against his own on the bed.
"Please," he sighed, his voice full of surrender. "Please, please say it again—"
"I love you," she giggled in the darkness. Her breath that fanned his face tasted like beer and vodka, her hair smelled like vanilla and strawberries and girl, making his heart race in his chest.
He knew she was drunk, of course, and maybe this was just the vodka talking, but—
No, no, no, it has to be true. It has to be. I can't think like that.
Because this time she wasn't saying I love you, Eli, but she was saying I love you, Cody, I fucking love you Cody Bishop, and those words transformed his whole world, they shattered him in the best way, they made him sob and cry happy tears, as Sky's lips traveled down his neck, her impatient hands peeled off his T-shirt.
He wished he wasn't this drunk. He wished he could stop the time and make this moment last forever and ever and ever, but the truth was that he had consumed more than his share of the bottle of vodka, and many glasses of Champagne before that, trying to dull the pain and the panic - and now he was fucking wasted. The room was spinning, he didn't even remember how they had gotten here, into her bed.
His intoxicated state didn't seem to affect his ability to get a hard-on, though. Fucking Hell, it would have been impossible not to get a boner at this moment, when he was making out with the girl of his dreams, the girl he loved— and she loved him back, she fucking loved him, kept breathing those magical words into his ear again and again and again.
I love you, Cody. I love you so much!
She broke their kiss and sat up, and she was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. In the soft shadows of her four-poster bed and the closed curtains, her eyes were deep and dark, her cheeks burning, and Cody could only watch as she moved to sit on his thighs and started to open the buckle of his belt, the buttons of his jeans. He could do nothing but just let that happen, soft moans and sighs falling off his burning lips when she pushed down his pants, his boxers.
"I want you so much—" she sighed, straddling him again, gripping his dick which was rock hard by now, aching for her touch. "I want you inside of me, Cody. I want it so bad—"
He moaned, his eyes half-closing in pleasure as she began to rub her slickness against him, and his fingers gripped her thighs under the hem of her dress. Jesus Christ— he had missed this so much, had thought about this every fucking day, had jerked off in the shower and in his bed and fuck, once even at the bathroom of the movie theater in the middle of their date, thinking about her, always her, thinking about this very moment when she would finally say that she loved him, when they would be making love for real, and not just fucking.
Sky was still wearing that gorgeous, pink dress and the incredibly sexy high heels, those big, golden earrings that sparkled like stars in the cloud of her curls. He had never seen her more beautiful, she looked like a princess, only missing a crown, she was hot and cute and innocent at the same time, and Cody's mind was slipping. He kept thinking about the prom - he would ask her to go with him, and she would say yes, of course, and she would wear a beautiful dress, pink and fluffy like this one, she would laugh and they would dance and she would be happy. It was going to be the best day of their lives—
"Oh my God, Sky—" a moan escaped his lips when Sky guided his tip to her entrance and started lowering her weight on him, making his dick push into her tight heat. "Oh fuck—"
She was so fucking tight, it blew his mind every time. His fingers gripped hard on her thighs, as she leaned both hands on his naked chest, beginning to slowly circle her hips, making him sink deeper into her slick pussy.
"So good— Your dick is so fucking big—" she sighed, working him deeper. Her burning walls gripped him like a fist of flesh, erasing every conscious thought from his mind.
He couldn't even answer. All that came out of his mouth was a pathetic whimper, as his hips answered her moves like they had a will of their own. His fingers moved to her waist, gripping hard on the fabric of her dress, his heels dug into the softness of the bed as he bucked up his hips, making Sky moan out loud.
He didn't give a shit if someone heard them. They weren't in that rehab place anymore, where everything they did had to be a secret, where they had to be quick and quiet, hiding under the covers of her bed or the branches of the willow tree by the river. Now they were in her room, and someone else was fucking in the room next to hers, or at least that's how it sounded like, so why should Cody care if they were loud too, if his dick inside of her cunt made Sky moan and cry? He couldn't keep silent either, a nonstop stream of soft, heated curses was falling off his lips as she began to fuck him, finding a rhythm that blew his brains off his skull.
She was so fucking wet, so tight, perfect, perfect, perfect, if she kept on like this he would come in no time, he would fill her pussy with his cum—
"Sky—" he groaned as a sudden fear cut through his intoxicated state. "Sky, wait— we need a condom!"
She laughed and leaned closer to kiss him. Her hair fell around his face like a soft waterfall of girly scent. The movement of her hips slowed down but didn't stop.
"No, we don't."
"Sky come on, I don't wanna get you pregnant—" he begged. "I have condoms, in my pocket—"
"It's okay," she grinned, her lips touching his. "I'm on the pill now."
"What—? Seriously?"
"Yeah. You like it?" she laughed again, her hips still moving in a way that made it really hard for Cody to concentrate on anything she was saying.
"Oh Fuck—" he moaned, pushing his hips up to meet her. "Jesus Christ, Sky, this is perfect— You feel so fucking perfect—"
He was faintly aware of the fact that this was something they needed to talk about, that getting on the pill was a big thing, a big decision. He knew he should make sure she hadn't done it just for him - he was fine with condoms, he really was, they didn't bother him that much - but fuck, fuck, fuck, her bare, slick heat wrapped around his cock felt better than anything ever, and that conversation just had to wait, because he was getting close, too close, he was gonna fucking come—
She was riding him harder, making him whimper and sob. He knew he was pathetic, he knew he was her slave, she owned him, she could do whatever she wanted to him, but fuck— he didn't want this to end yet!
"Wait— wait— you have to slow down— I'm gonna—" he moaned breathlessly, desperately trying not to come.
"It's okay—" she sighed. "You can come. I want it—"
"Not yet, not yet, please, not yet—" Gripping her waist harder he forced her to stop the movement of her hips, stilling her on his lap. "Not— not before you do."
That made her laugh again, and the sound of her laughter was sweet like honey in the dark night. "It's your birthday. You don't have to care about that tonight."
Jesus Christ, the things she said, the way she gripped him with her inner muscles— it almost made him lose it. He had to bite his lip not to give in, not to finish with a couple of deep strokes, like some jerk who didn't give a shit about her pleasure.
No, no, no, shit— not yet—!
Sky let out a surprised yelp, as he gripped her hard and rolled them around so that she was the one on her back, and he was on top of her. His cock slid out of her heavenly heat, and he breathed in and out a couple of times to gain a moment.
"I said, not yet—" he groaned, his chest heaving. "I wanna go slow tonight."
"Okay. Slow is good." She was breathless, her eyes were wide and soft. "Whatever you want—"
"The slower you go, the better it feels in the end. I'm done with the quickies."
He got rid of his jeans that had been halfway on, unclasped the straps of Sky's heels and pulled them off, threw them onto the floor. His lips traveled slowly up her legs, kissing her ankles, her calves, the soft skin of her inner thighs, making her squirm on the bed— But the dress— he couldn't make himself undress that quite yet. She looked so fucking hot like this - the layers and layers of pink fabric and lace pooling around her waist, as he pushed her thighs wide open, revealing her glistening cunt, the panties she had shoved on the side when riding him.
"Please, Cody—" she whined, as his thumbs looped in her soaked-up lace panties, and slowly slid them off her. "Please, I need you inside of me—"
"What's the rush? I said I wanna go slow—"
He might have been drunk, but he wasn't going to be an asshole. This night needed to be good for her too, it needed to be beautiful, special. He took his time caressing her slick folds with his, teasing her clit, and when he finally buried his face between her thighs, she was the one sobbing and whimpering. He drank those sounds like they were wine, drank the wetness of her pussy as he pushed her legs wide open. Her fingers gripped his hair when his tongue found her swollen clit, and he was the one laughing now, he was the one who owned her, and she was his for the taking.
"Cody, please, ohgod, please, that's so good—" her nonstop moans were heavenly music in his ears and he let them guide his actions. Her clit was so fucking sensitive to his touch, she was so wet that his face was glistening with her juices, and he fucking loved it, loved pleasing her like this, loved the way she needed him, the way her back arched off the bed when he pushed in two fingers and found her G-spot, he fucking loved the way her trembling thighs closed around his head when she came, sobbing out his name.
Seeing her pleasure, feeling the tight grip of her insides around his fingers as she orgasmed, was the best thing in the whole world. It was almost enough to push him over the edge too and make him come all over the bed sheets.
He straightened, his chest heaving, and wiped his face, licked his sticky fingers. The salty taste of her sex was in his blood, making his heart race in his chest. His cock stood hard against his abdomen, leaking pre-cum, and he was dying to get back inside of her, to find his release, to share that high.
"Baby—" Sky looked up at her with dark, foggy eyes, and the strangled sound of her voice took his breath away.
How was it even possible to love someone this much? Cody felt like his chest was breaking, like his heart was so full of love it would burst through the ribcage and kill him, but he didn't even care. If he died tonight, he would die happy, he would die as a man who had everything he had ever wanted.
"God, you're so beautiful," he breathed. "How did I get this lucky?"
"I don't know. You're pretty hot yourself," she giggled.
His hands roamed over her body, peeling off her clothing. He was so hungry for her that his hands trembled and he fumbled with the zipper of her dress, with the clasp of her bra, feeling like he was 15 again, undressing a girl for the first time—
Because this was a first time, wasn't it? This was their real first time. This time she knew he loved her and he knew she loved him, this time it really mattered, this time everything would be perfect - oh God, he wanted it to be perfect so bad, wanted to make this a night she would never forget.
Her naked skin was soft and hot under his touch, her beauty blinded him. Every inch of her was perfect. From the cloud of her fiery hair to the tips of her pink, glittery toenails, she was perfection. She took his breath away.
It had been such a long time since he'd seen her like this, without any clothes on. The last time must have been that morning after the Halloween party when she had started kissing him in the kitchen, and he had made love to her on the white, fluffy carpet of the living room floor—
That memory always came with an arrow through his chest.
The night before that morning she had broken his heart by saying I love you too, Eli. And maybe his heart had been broken ever since, aching, bleeding, burning— but it was over now. That pain was gone. The circle was finally complete, she loved him, not Hawk, but him, and she was here, naked and satisfied on the bed in front of him, her deep, dark eyes telling him just how much she wanted him.
"Come here—" she sighed, reaching a hand and Cody crawled on top of her, pushing his hips between her legs so that his aching dick pressed tight against her soft belly. Her thighs closed around his waist, pulling him near, her skin was smooth and warm, her body was his home. Perfect, everything about this moment was perfect and he wanted it to last for a thousand years.
He had just made her come so hard that she had been sobbing his name, but it didn't seem to be enough. She wanted more, she wanted him, she was insatiable, her hand was between their bodies, gripping his dick and guiding him to her entrance and when he pushed inside, she gasped and she moaned, her whole body turned soft and strengthless, welcoming him in.
"Please—" her voice was broken, nothing but a soft whisper "Please, I need you so bad—"
"Oh, God— Sky—"
"That feels so good, please—"
He wanted to keep it slow, needed to keep it slow to prolong this as much as possible, but he was losing that fight. Sky's kisses were burning him like fire, her fingernails were scaping down his back, her heels were digging into the back of his thighs when he pinned her down onto the bed, she was squirming under him, begging him to fuck her harder, begging his dick deeper into her velvety heat. Hot, dry moans kept falling off her lips into his mouth - please, yes, that's it, ohmygod, Cody, please, harder, harder, ohmygod—
"Baby— I'm— I'm not gonna last long—" he barely got those words out of his mouth, feeling his climax nearing.
"Cody—" she moaned, utterly breathless. "Please— keep going, please, keep going—"
Her eyes were rolling back, her fingernails were digging deep into the skin of his lower back, and Cody realized she was getting close too, could feel the tightening of her burning walls around his dick, and oh God, he couldn't come yet, oh shit, he had to last a bit longer, even a little bit longer, because oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, he couldn't let her down, not now, not now that she needed him like this, that she was coming again, coming for him, coming because she fucking loved his cock inside of her—
"Shit, baby—" he growled, his hips snapping into her faster, harder, making her whole body bounce on the bed. "Baby, I can't, I can't, I'm gonna come—"
"Please—" she whined, her back arching off the bed. "Please—"
Cody barely heard her. He fell off the cliff, his pleasure was a thunderstorm that washed over his body, slamming his heart against his breastbone. Sky's trembling thighs clamped around his waist, her fingers dug into the skin of his back and she whimpered, biting his shoulder, adding sharp pain to his pleasure. Her walls gripped him tight, as the waves of her orgasm washed over the both of them, and he didn't know where his body ended and where hers began, because they were one, he was coming into her, giving her everything he had, sobbing her name with a voice that was broken, weak, full of sweet surrender.
It took a moment to come down from that high.
He buried his face in her sweaty neck, the scent of her hair, her skin, of sex, filling his senses, making his head light.
Her fingers kept brushing through his hair, as her breathing calmed down. She kept her legs wrapped around his body as if she was just as reluctant to let go as he was. God, he wanted to just stay here forever, like this, in her arms where he wasn't afraid of anything.
"You okay?" she asked softly, after a short moment. "All good?"
"Yeah. You?" He cleared his throat and brought his face up to see her. Her face was flushed, her cheeks burning red, her lips swollen. The way she looked up at him with dark, foggy eyes made his heart melt. His cock twitched inside of her - a sign that no matter how hard he'd just come, he would be good to go again soon.
He wasn't planning to let Sky leave this bed again. Fuck the party, fuck everything - this was where the two of them were going to spend this night, taking each other to heaven again and again and again.
"Better than good," Sky replied, a slow grin growing on her lips. "That was amazing. Fucking incredible."
"I'm gonna be doing that to you all fucking night if you want to."
That made her laugh, and she unwrapped her legs from around his waist, signaling him to get up. Reluctantly Cody rolled off of her, his softening cock sliding off her heat, but he laid down by her side and she snuggled closer, laying her head on his shoulder.
For a short moment, they just lay there, silently, letting their heartbeats calm down. Cody's fingers were playing in her curls, her palm was pressed over his heart, feeling the soft falling and rising of his chest.
"I've never been this happy," Cody breathed, his voice breaking. "Thank you. Thank you— for taking the worst day of my life and making it the best."
She turned to look at him, her eyes suddenly serious. "I just wanted you to have a wonderful birthday."
"Well, this certainly has been the best birthday I've ever had," he noted. "Not that there's much of a competition, but—"
"You want cake?" Sky asked suddenly, interrupting his sentence.
"Cake? Like— right now?"
"Yeah. You liked it, right? I ordered a blueberry one because you said you liked blueberries."
"I mean, yeah—"
"Great," Sky grinned, and sat up, suddenly full of energy. "It's gonna taste even better when you eat it off my naked body."
He couldn't help a laugh. "What's with you tonight? Like how many shots did you take?"
"Enough," she giggled. "Wait here, lover, I'll get us some cake."
Cody didn't argue but just lay on the bed on his back. This birthday thing was really growing on him. He could get used to this. Yes - he could definitely get used to hearing I love you, having incredible sex, and eating cake off Sky's naked body.
Sky stepped into a pair of sweats, pulled a loose T-shirt over her head, flashed him a grin, and said: "I'll be right back. Don't fall asleep!"
"I won't. Don't worry."
But he closed his eyes, resting them a bit as Sky left and the room fell silent and dark. He was exhausted after the sleepless night and everything that had happened today, but that exhaustion melted into the blissful afterglow of their lovemaking, the unspeakable high Sky's words had made him feel.
I love you.
Christ, he was so happy that he could die. He had never felt happiness like this, this pure and light, this complete. He breathed it in and out in silence, just feeling how his chest rose and fell, how the heart beat in his chest, heavy and slow.
He was drifting into sleep, against his will. The bed was so soft, Sky's scent was all around him like a warm blanket, and he kept hearing her words in his ears. I love you. I love you so much, Cody Bishop—
A buzzing sound cut through his pleasant dreaming, and he opened his eyes, turning to look.
Sky's phone was on the nightstand next to the bed, where she had tossed it when they had fallen into each other's arms. The soft light of the screen illuminated the room as the phone kept buzzing.
Cody frowned, rolled to his side, and picked up the phone—
The caller ID that was blinking on the screen was a sword through his heart.
Hawk.