Mitch let go of every barrier and completely surrendered to Cody, allowing himself to be consumed by the raging inferno of this man and the deep love blooming inside his heart. He was falling over the edge. He groaned and fought back his need to come. The small puffs of Cody’s warm breath dancing across his sensitive skin didn’t help. Every nerve ending was alive and in overdrive.
His hands gave way and the restraint unwound around his wrists. It was a metaphoric as well as a physical decision when Mitch decided to let go of the bonds that had held him. He arched his body against Cody and let his arms drop, reaching back behind him to cup Cody’s head in his hands. His fingers ran through his lover’s damp hair, and his body melted against Cody’s big muscular frame. He couldn’t remember anyone being able to hold him so completely before.
He had deliberately waited as long as he could to beg from deep inside his heart. “Finish us.”
Cody felt Mitch's hands come around his neck. He paused slightly and glanced up at the pole. Mitch rested back against him, his body soaked in sweat and trembling. Cody wrapped Mitch tightly in his arms, supporting all of his weight. He ran his hand up the curve of Mitch's neck and then along his jaw as he turned his face toward him. Pleasure had Mitch’s eyes hooded. They were slightly opened, but dazed, and he panted through parted lips. Mitch was the most beautiful man Cody had ever laid eyes on, and it occurred to him for the first time since arriving yesterday, Mitch would be leaving him tomorrow. The desolate thought slowed Cody’s thrusts, ebbing the release he’d been holding back.
“Hold on, Deputy Marshal.”
Cody managed to move them from the beam to the bed a few steps away. He gently placed Mitch down on his bed and thrust deeply into his lover. He gripped Mitch’s ass, pulling his hips up while pressing Mitch's shoulder blades and head deep into the pillows. It was the perfect angle; the position was exactly right. “Oh, fucking shit, that feels…” Mitch started.
With each thrust of his hips, the pillows gave way underneath Mitch, one after another fell to the floor beside the bed. He smoothed his hand over the beautifully detailed skull and rose tattoo in the center of Mitch’s back and bent in to kiss the ink. Sitting up taller on his knees, he punched himself harder and faster into Mitch.
“I love being inside you,” he whispered and gripped Mitch’s cock. His thumb circled Mitch’s sensitive head, then delved into the slit, spreading the beads of moisture across Mitch’s swollen tip. Cody stroked him harder, matching every stroke of his hips. Only gasps and pleasure-filled moans filtered through the bedroom. Damn, Cody was addicted to the sound and the feel of the man who fit so perfectly with him.
Mitch was absolutely made for him.
His lover gasped for air and his body clenched around him. Mitch was about to go over. He never slowed the movement of his hips; he welcomed the pressure building in his spine. It was something he couldn’t continue to hold off. He was close, so close. Mitch’s tight heat gripped him, threatening to make him lose his control. He ground his teeth together and forced himself to wait.
“Come for me,” he managed through gritted teeth, stroking his lover faster. Mitch moaned and pushed his hips back, driving his ass against him.
“Cody, fuck,” Mitch gasped as his chute contracted hard and the heat of his orgasm ran over in Cody’s hand.
“Yes…Mitch…” Cody lost it at that moment. The power of his release took his breath. His body vibrated uncontrollably; his muscles stiffened and his toes curled as he emptied himself into the condom in Mitch’s ass. The world darkened as he fell forward, completely spent.
Chapter 43
Cody stayed glued to Mitch for a good ten minutes after they had both came. Mitch rolled over and removed the spent condom from Cody. For a while after that incredible sexcapade, Mitch was certain he’d died and gone to heaven. Once he centered back into himself and realized heaven was a six foot four inch blond-headed angel, he woke enough to find he was wrapped around a very silent, barely breathing Cody. Mustering the energy, he trailed a hand up Cody’s back and that had a startling effect. Cody jerked and suddenly sat up, looking down at Mitch, completely out of sorts.
“I must’ve fallen asleep,” Cody said, his voice rough from sleep and his breathing shallow.
“I know, cowboy,” Mitch laughed, and Cody settled back down on top of him. He looked too exhausted to do much more than rest. Mitch liked him right on his chest. He liked to feel his heart beat against his cowboy’s.
“I don’t remember anything after you came,” Cody breathed into his ear.
“It was kind of mind-blowing,” Mitch said with a chuckle. “I didn’t know you had that in you.”
“I didn’t either,” Cody replied.
“Ahhhh.” Mitch smiled and held on to Cody a little tighter. He liked the idea of this being something only he and Cody shared.
“You don’t tie every guy to that pole, do you?” Mitch asked, feeling a little lame that he needed the obvious reinforcement.
“No, I’d hurt ‘em.” Cody answered and pushed himself up and off Mitch. If he had more energy, he would have rolled with him, but he didn’t. His body still attempted to recover from the confusing sensations vibrating off his skin. “The guys I’ve dated are smaller. I’ll clean us. I just have to get my body working with my mind.”
“I’m having that problem myself,” Mitch said. He closed his eyes, taking a mental note of his body parts. He wiggled his toes and felt relief when they worked. He hadn’t known for sure if they would. After such a life-alerting event as the sex he’d just had, he was certain parts of his body had gone permanently as numb as his brain.
The bed moved, and Mitch opened one eye, seeing Cody stumble as he sat on the side of the bed. On a big breath, he rose and stood there a minute. Mitch got it. He should try to get up too, but his body resisted that thought on such a major level that he gave in and closed his eyes again.
He must have fallen asleep because the next thing he knew was Cody back beside the bed, wiping a warm cloth on his body. Again the sensations were odd and still hard to register. The rag was warm, but left his skin cold, and he shivered.
“Did I hurt you?” Cody asked immediately, sounding concerned. Panic flashed in his cowboy’s eyes as their gazes met. “You said you wanted it rough. Was I too rough?”
Mitch reached out, taking a hand and wrapping his fingers around Cody’s thigh, giving him gentle caresses with his thumb.
“You were perfect. Might be the best sex of my life. Kiss me.”
Cody studied his face before leaning in to kiss his lips. “Are you sure?”
“Nah, I changed my mind it’s definitely the best sex of my life.” Mitch kissed the top of Cody’s head. “I just need a small nap,” Mitch said. Cody moved from under his hold and came back with a blanket, covering him. It was a sweet gesture, one Mitch would absolutely thank him for after he woke up from his nap.
“What time is it?” Mitch asked from the bedroom door. Cody stepped through the patio door to grab the steaks he’d cooked on the grill. He’d put some athletic shorts on, but Mitch hadn’t bothered and wore nothing but his birthday suit.
“Can I come out?” Mitch asked, looking around. The question was odd, until he realized all the living room and kitchen lights were on and the curtains were opened wide.
“Hang on,” he said and turned off the grill, lifting the lid, before coming back inside. He quickly walked from light switch to light switch, turning off the overhead lights. The television was on, volume turned down low.
“You can wear some of my shorts,” Cody said, scooting past Mitch who stopped him as he passed by.
“Where are you going?” Mitch asked, sticking a hand out to draw Cody closer. Mitch turned them both, embracing Cody in his arms. “My legs work. You didn’t comment on that.”
“Did I hurt you?” Cody questioned again. He’d been worried about that since he’d gotten out of bed. It was the main reason he hadn’t crawled back in beside Mitch and slept the rest of
the night.
“Not at all, and stop asking me that,” Mitch chided, kissing his lips. “Is that food I smell?”
“I made you a steak, just in case.” The sound of laughter came from outside the front door.
“Is that kids?” Mitch appeared distracted by the sounds.
“It’s Halloween. We open up the building for trick-or-treaters,” Cody explained.
“Do they knock on the door?” Mitch asked. He seemed to like that idea.
“I put the bowl of candy outside so they wouldn’t wake you.”
“What? You know what I would do when people did that? I’d dump all the candy in my bag,” Mitch said. Cody pulled away, entering the only bathroom in the apartment.
“But you were bad; hopefully they aren’t,” Cody teased. “I put a note on the bowl, telling them to get one piece.”
“Oh, that should do it,” Mitch laughed.
Cody went to the closet in the bathroom and pulled out a pair of shorts. “These should fit.” He dangled the shorts in front of Mitch.
“You’re skinnier than me,” Mitch said, taking the shorts and eyeing them.
“Is that a bruise?” Cody asked.
“Where?” Mitch said, looking down. Cody turned Mitch, giving him a full inspection.
“I’m so sorry.” Cody ran his fingers over the bruises at Mitch’s hip and looked back up at Mitch a little panicked.
Mitch saw something flash in Cody’s eyes. He wasn’t sure exactly what put that look there, but he didn’t like seeing it on this man. Since Cody wasn’t being forthcoming in what bothered him, Mitch turned to the mirror and moved his body around. As he looked at himself, he realized how funny it was to know you were forever changed on the inside, but the outside looked completely the same. He started to say those words, but his eyes met with Cody’s in the mirror. They clearly weren’t on the same page right this minute.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Mitch finally said.
“Here.” Cody pointed out four or five little marks marring the skin around his hips. They were so faint Mitch hadn’t seen them during his cursory inspection. They looked like they could have come from Cody’s fingertips. As far as Mitch was concerned, they were love marks, made during unbelievably good sex, but based on the uncertainty rolling off Cody, he didn’t see things that way. Not only did he not see it like that, he’d brushed past Mitch and left the room.
Mitch ran his fingers over the marks and smiled. He loved being marked up by his handsome cowboy. There was no pain, just discoloration. His ass on the other hand was going to ache sweetly for a week. Both were exactly what he wanted to take back to DC with him. If he couldn’t have Cody there with him, he’d have Cody’s mark across his heart and on his skin. Mitch grabbed the shorts and pulled them on as he went in search of Cody.
The lights were still off. Cody stood in his kitchen with his back to him, pouring something into a pot. He tapped the can on the side, trying to get everything out. Mitch came in behind him, wrapping both arms around his chest.
“Stop being so concerned. I loved every minute of what we did tonight. I wanted everything you gave me. I asked you to make it rough,” Mitch said quietly behind him, resting his chin on Cody’s shoulder.
“I think I did a little harder than rough,” Cody said. He didn’t move out from beneath Mitch, but he also didn’t turn around. His concentration stayed on the contents of the pot heating on his stove.
“Well, whatever you did, do it just like that every time I ask. I haven’t slept that good in a long time. Although it would have been better sleeping if you would have stayed in bed beside me,” Mitch added quietly.
Cody didn’t say a word. They stood like that for several minutes as the beans began to boil. “Oh shit, are those Ranch Style Beans?”
That eased the tension and made Cody laugh.
“I love those things. You can’t get ’em in New York, did you know that?” Mitch stepped back a little to turn Cody around. “Stop being down. There’s no reason. I have less than twelve hours before I have to board the plane. Who knows when I’ll be back? I want to eat this food, maybe drink a beer or two, and then make love to you before I close my eyes again. Fair?”
Cody nodded.
“And I might need a pillow to sit on if we’re eating at that table.” Mitch chuckled.
“We can eat on the couch,” Cody offered, grinning at Mitch as he spoke the words.
“Okay, but I might need a pillow there too. We’ll see where this goes.” Mitch moved away from Cody. “Where’re the plates?”
Cody reached over and opened the cabinet closest to Mitch’s head before taking a couple of beers from the refrigerator.
“This looks delicious,” Mitch said as he began to load his plate with the dinner Cody had cooked him. Yeah, he was totally in love. Cody sucked him, rimmed him, and fucked him until his ass throbbed, and then cooked the perfect meal for him…steak and beans. They were a match made in heaven.
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“My turn,” Mitch said, rising from the sofa with a yawn. The clock on Cody’s microwave showed one in the morning. He could sleep on the plane tomorrow, but he was missing time snuggling with Cody. They didn’t seem like they were at a point where they could relax easily together and cuddle on the sofa since Cody sat in the only chair right beside the couch.
They’d eaten and watched a Thunder versus Mavericks basketball game. They talked easily about the game, about the teams and players. Cody followed sports more than Mitch, but he could hold his own enough to communicate on the topic.
The chair had been close enough to Mitch’s side of the sofa that he could hold Cody’s hand. It was more finger play than official handholding, but Cody participated, so that did count in the closeness Mitch needed. He wasn’t a hundred percent certain, but Cody’s distance may have been from earlier, still put off by the tiny, and thrilling, bruising he’d caused. Mitch hated that Cody felt that way and he had to set things straight. He actually had to set them both straight, and there was only a few hours left to do it all in.
For the first time ever, he resented how much traveling his job required. He could have used more time here. Time was what they needed and what they didn’t have. He held his hand out to Cody.
“Come on, big boy. It’s my turn,” Mitch said, and Cody glanced up with a questioning look on his face. “I’m done with the foreplay; now I want your ass.”
“I’m not sure watching basketball’s considered foreplay,” Cody said, giving him that smile he adored as he reached for the remote.
“And I’m certain it is.” He was in Cody’s way, and he refused to move as Cody stood.
“How’s your ass?” Cody asked carefully.
“It’s perfect. Kiss me,” Mitch said, lifting his hands to Cody’s face. He took his lips in a soft slow kiss. In this, Cody participated. They devoured each other’s mouths.
“I wanna make love to you, Cody.”
Cody turned off the television, plunging the apartment into complete darkness. Exactly what he needed for what he had in mind.
“Come in here,” Mitch growled, stopping Cody from dropping his shorts where he stood. He led them to the long bank of windows in Cody’s bedroom. Mitch hadn’t really noticed the brilliance of the room until the curtains were opened and he looked out into the night. He doubted anyone could see them this high up and there was a perfect view of downtown Austin spread out in front of them. “Here. Don’t move.”
Mitch grabbed the lube and a condom from the dresser and dropped his shorts as he stepped back to Cody who looked completely confused. Mitch placed the items in his hands on the ledge of the window as he lowered Cody’s shorts and kicked them with his foot in the general direction of a side chair. “Stop looking so confused and be here with me. Be in this moment.”
Cody wasn’t sure what he was supposed to do. He stayed by the window when Mitch went to his dresser, but he just wasn’t picking up what Mitch was trying to do. Maybe that was the pla
n. Mitch was back, standing in front of him, completely nude. His cock was hard, rigid, and jutted out in front of Mitch as if asking for his touch. When Cody reached down, Mitch swatted his hand away.
“It’s my turn, let me seduce you,” Mitch said, placing both hands on his shoulders. “Now, turn around.”
Cody did. He’d seen this view every day for the last two years he’d lived here, but tonight it was different somehow. The complex he lived in was upscale, very high-end, and his two rooms weren’t more than eight hundred square feet. It had been all he could afford, but he loved his home. Loved being here, and he loved Mitch being here too.
“Stop overthinking it, cowboy,” Mitch purred against his ear.
Cody forced himself to go with the flow as Mitch moved in closer behind him. All those emotions from earlier came barreling forward as Mitch tugged him against his chest and ran his nose up the back of Cody’s neck. The move caused his swollen dick to plump even further and brush against the cold window he was pressed to.
Closing his eyes, he rested his forehead on the glass and concentrated on breathing. He’d need his wits about him to get through the next hour if this sensual torture was what Mitch had in mind.
Buildings lit up the Austin skyline with thousands and thousands of lights as far as he could see. The main highway in town ran in the distance, flashes of lights racing through his mind. His heart kept steady time, thumping wildly in his chest. He absolutely didn’t want to leave tomorrow. He wanted to stay here, holed up in this apartment with the man he loved. Insecurity hit with that thought, but so did the thought of pleasing Cody. He licked along the path his nose had just taken.
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