Page 50 of Dark Obsession

Cody leaned in, brushing his lips. “Of course.”

The drive home was better. They talked and laughed, their clasped hands resting on the center console. When they stepped inside the house, Cody pulled him in close for a kiss. It was long and hot, and Demetrius swooned a bit.

“Wanna shower together?” Cody said between kisses, his voice deep.

“Fuck, yes.”

Even after all the years they’d been together, stepping into the shower with Cody had Demetrius rock hard and, he was surprised to discover, a bit nervous. Cody stood facing him, putting himself on display with his head tipped back so the cool spray ran down his long, broad torso. His cock jutted out from the dark tangle of his bush, water running along its length and off the tip.

Demetrius ran his hands all over Cody’s big body, squeezing his thighs, pinching his nipples and pushing his arms up so he could press his nose into the wet hair of his pits, still gloriously fragrant with his scent. When Cody lowered his arms again, Demetrius gently traced the marks across his chest with his fingertips and placed light kisses at the ends of each one.

“Demmy.” His name was a ragged, gasping breath, and when he looked into Cody’s face, he saw tears shining in his eyes.

“My brave and fiercely protective husband,” Demetrius said, and, with a hand on the back of his neck, pulled him down for a kiss.

After the kiss, Demetrius cupped Cody’s balls in a palm and rubbed either side of the base of his dick with his fingertips.

“Fuuuuck,” Cody moaned, eyes closed.

Demetrius moved in close, his cock pressing against Cody’s thigh, and Cody’s erection a long, hot line against his belly. The water splashed over him as he took Cody’s nipple between his teeth and used his free hand to pinch the other. A shiver went through the entire length of Cody’s body, and suddenly he gripped Demetrius by the upper arms and turned them so Demetrius stood beneath the spray. Moving one hand to the back of Demetrius’s neck, Cody leaned down and plunged his tongue into Demetrius’s mouth. Demetrius opened wide, surrendering to him, feeling himself swept up and away by the force of the kiss as water ran over him.

When Cody finally broke their embrace, Demetrius was panting and his cock throbbed, almost painfully hard.

“Scrub a dub time.”

Cody’s voice was a growl. He squeezed body wash into his palm and ran his hands all along Demetrius’s body, building up a generous lather. He lingered around his groin and circled his hole with the tip of one finger before slipping inside. Demetrius closed his eyes and gasped, and Cody took the opportunity to kiss him again.

After he’d rinsed off, Demetrius returned the favor, soaping up Cody and pushing a slick finger into him as they kissed.

The water started to run cold, and Cody switched off the faucets. They dried each other then Cody led him into the bedroom and pushed him down across the bed on his back. Cody knelt on the floor, locking eyes with him as he slowly raised Demetrius’s legs. Cody gripped his ass cheeks, spreading them wide, opening him up, then he dove right in, kissing, licking, and sucking at Demetrius’s hole. Demetrius groaned and reached down to press Cody’s face more firmly against him. He needed more of him, all of Cody, every inch, inside of him. Cody continued to work him open with his tongue, drenching his hole with spit, and then, lifting his head slightly and shooting him a wicked little grin, he ran his scruffy chin slowly up and down across the sensitive pucker. Demetrius cried out and dropped his head back on the bed.

Cody moved up from Demetrius’s hole to his balls, taking them into his mouth one at a time and leaving them wet and tight. He licked up the hard length of Demetrius’s cock, his tongue hot, like Cody was painting him with fire, and Demetrius moaned, eyes closed, head turning back and forth. Cody sucked him a couple of times, quick bobs that left Demetrius desperate for more as Cody worked his way up Demetrius’s torso to his nipples. He nipped each hard bud, looped his tongue around them, then sucked hard at Demetrius’s neck before kissing his chin and finally taking his mouth. Cody’s swept his tongue through his mouth, running across his teeth and wrestling with Demetrius’s own. By the time Cody broke the kiss, Demetrius was panting harder, practically gasping for breath.

“Can I make love to you?” Cody’s voice was deep with an almost tentative quality to it that wrapped around Demetrius’s heart and squeezed.

Demetrius put his hand on the side of Cody’s face, thumb stroking his cheek as he looked him in the eyes. “Please.”

Cody grabbed lube from the drawer and slicked himself up. He slid one finger into him, then added a second, gently tapping the spot that ignited tiny sparks low in Demetrius’s belly. How many times had Demetrius sat and watched Cody handle a football, waggle a pen, or drum those long, strong fingers against the steering wheel, all the while wondering how they would feel around his cock or sliding inside him? Withdrawing his fingers, Cody claimed Demetrius’s mouth again and pressed the broad head of his cock to Demetrius’s hole. With slow, even pressure, he slid inside.

Demetrius grunted around Cody’s tongue at the familiar sting and burn as his muscles tried to resist at first. But Cody was so very good at this, and he inched back before moving in again, a little deeper this time. The muscles parted more easily before him this time, closing in tight to grip him along the way. Cody closed his eyes, whispering, “So fuckin’ tight. So fuckin’ hot.”

Halfway in, Cody paused once more. He kissed him again, over and over, persistent, going deep as if Cody were trying to crawl inside of Demetrius from both ends. Demetrius wanted that, too, wanted—no, needed—Cody inside of him, possessing him, taking him over and living inside him. Demetrius clutched at Cody, gripping his shoulders and holding him tight. When Cody at last filled him to the hilt, Demetrius moaned, releasing all the air in his lungs, pushing out every bad moment, all the old, stale air, as if making more room for Cody. He drew in a breath and wrapped his legs around Cody’s hips, keeping him inside, wanting to pull him in even deeper.

“Doing okay?” Cody’s voice was gentle but slightly ragged. His eyes were brimming with tears again, and Demetrius himself felt the hot sting of his own.

“Amazing.”

Cody started slow, but quickly built up speed until he pounded into him, drilling him into the mattress. Demetrius made a high keening sound that hitched with every full-length thrust. Cody rose up and grabbed Demetrius’s ankles, holding them wide. Pre gushed from Demetrius’s cock each time Cody bottomed out inside him, and he knew if he so much as touched himself, he would come.

“I’m close,” Cody gasped. “I’m so close.”

“Fill me up, baby. Give me all of it.”

He wanted every drop of Cody’s cum, craved for it to soak him, mark him, claim him as Cody’s and no one else’s. This was all he wanted, all he needed, for the rest of his life.

Cody put Demetrius’s legs over his shoulders and leaned down to kiss him again, tongue pumping into his mouth in time with the drive of his cock. Then Cody pulled back just enough to say against Demetrius’s lips, “I’m there. Fuck yeah, I’m there. Inside you. I’m…I’m…”

Demetrius watched Cody squeeze his eyes closed and the red in his cheeks brighten, the blush extending down his neck and across his chest. In the light from the window, sweat gleamed on his shoulders and muscular arms. Cody tipped his head back, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed, and he let out a shuddery breath. His hips slowed, the angle of his penetration shifting a bit, the tip hitting Demetrius’s prostate at a different angle now. Each bump rocketed through him, shifting the tiny sparks into flames that burned through his blood and his heart.