“Not the same thing,” Cody argued.
“You can charge this to your room. I just need your signature and room number,” the waitress said.
“Nah, I got this one.” He handed over his credit card wanting to buy Cody’s meal, not put it on the FBI’s tab. A minute later he added the tip in and signed his name across the bottom of the receipt. He scooped up his card and receipt, shoving them inside the dollar bill slot of his wallet to deal with later.
“Thank you,” he nodded to the waitress, before sliding out of the booth.
“What were you saying?” he asked, waiting for Cody to stand.
“Who knows? Nothing worth the argument, I guess,” Cody answered, giving him a smile that set his dick on fire. Damn, Cody turned his shit on.
“Come on, this way.” Mitch extended an arm. For the first time, he got why Colt did all those seemingly romantic gestures for Jace. Colt didn’t do it to make Jace feel good. He doubted Colt even realized that part. It rocked Mitch’s world to place his hand on the small of Cody’s back and guide him out of the restaurant. This was a two-part deal. He got one hell of a rewarding view of Cody’s ass as he walked in front of him and everyone in this place knew Cody had come here with him.
“Those elevators?” he asked. Cody suddenly turned around while Mitch stared down at his perfect bubble butt.
“I’m sorry what?” Mitch looked up.
“Were you just staring at my ass?” Cody asked, coming to a complete stop.
“I think you’ll probably catch me staring a lot this weekend. Front or back, doesn’t matter to me.” Mitch laughed at his small joke, dropping his eyes to Cody’s package that he swore expanded under his gaze.
“Shit, you’re killing me. Come on, Casanova,” Cody said, pulling him along across the foyer.
Chapter 25
Mitch held the hotel room door open for Cody. Only then did it occur to him that Mitch purposely opened his doors, letting him go first. Cody’s eyes collided with Mitch’s as he braced the door with his foot and extended an arm. The gesture was incredibly endearing, and he couldn’t remember ever being on the receiving end like this until tonight.
The uncertainty Cody had been holding on to broke free as he stepped fully inside the room. The emotions that flooded were strong and created their own kind of panic. More than just physical need, this deep attraction for Mitch had him off balance. He needed a moment to deal, just to get some breathing room. Cody could so easily fall for Mitch. Hell, truthfully he was already tumbling and that freaked him out completely.
The intensity of those thoughts had him taking several steps in front of Mitch. He found the bedroom with his bag sitting on the end of bed, and he headed there. The duffel could be enough distraction to give him the minute he needed to regroup and set his head straight.
He stood over his things and closed his eyes. His hands absently worked the zipper open with his back to the door. Allowing himself to finally admit his feelings about Mitch had been almost a spiritual awakening. His sister had been absolutely right about what a distraction love could be, but in return for his single-minded focus on his career, he’d become an incredibly lonely guy.
Stop being a girl, Cody chastised himself and began to tug his shirt over his head.
“Let’s take this slow,” Mitch said, and Cody looked over his shoulder, seeing Mitch propped up against the door frame. “Unpack, I left a drawer for you. And there are hangers in the closet. Or you don’t have to do any of that, whatever you want. I’ll be in the bathroom,” he said, disappearing through a side door Cody had missed when he’d walked in. How the hell had he missed that door? He was trained to observe his surroundings. A soft groan escaped him as he sat on the end of the bed. What had he gotten himself into?
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Mitch closed his eyes as he inserted two lubed fingers slowly into his ass, conjuring a mental image of Cody while he worked himself from behind. He should have asked Cody how he liked sex. He shouldn’t just assume, but he thought he’d made his position clear when he’d Superman’d the T-shirt for Cody at the elevators. He didn’t usually bottom, but all he could think of since their Skype sex was having Cody top him. If Cody wanted first crack bottoming, he’d still be ready for later because he was completely certain there would be a round two.
Working himself open, massaging himself, so he would be ready for Cody wasn’t turning out like he’d planned. He kept thinking about Cody’s big body pumping into his, and that image had his knees going weak and him already teetering on the brink. He couldn’t ever remember being this close to climax just from stretching himself, but instead of stroking off like he normally would, he clamped his free hand around his cock and opened his eyes, pushing Cody’s image from his mind. He damn sure didn’t want to shoot his load on the bathroom floor before he’d even touched his cowboy.
Minutes later, Mitch stopped. He washed his hands and brushed his teeth. In a round of nervous energy waiting for Cody to arrive, he’d gotten as clean as he could get and all nice and groomed too. After a second more, he ran a brush over the top of his head where his hair was the longest and then brushed his teeth again.
He left his underwear off, put the jeans back on, leaving the button open and, at the last minute, added the T-shirt back on with a smirk, just in case Cody needed a reminder.
He checked his appearance one last time and left the room, hoping he hadn’t taken too long.
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Cody sat on the sofa in the living room, unsure what to do while Mitch was in the restroom. He had his arm over the back of the sofa with his booted foot crossed over his knee. He’d turned on the television, keeping the volume low but his attention trained on the door separating the two rooms. Mitch was right through that door.
When the door opened, Mitch came out looking hot as hell. He wore that T-shirt, his jeans unbuttoned and his feet bare. The long-sleeve button-down shirt had hidden Mitch’s sheer bulk. His massive arms, one with an intricate tribal sleeve and the other decorated with an inked serpent that coiled around his bicep and ran down his forearm, attracted Cody’s attention. He’d caught glimpses of his body in the darkened club, and he’d seen him on Skype, but to have this in front of him now, had his hands itching to pull that T-shirt off and explore every inch of the broad, marked flesh.
“Do you need the restroom?” Mitch asked. Cody’d left his toiletries on the dresser. He should at least brush his teeth. Besides, if Mitch could play things cool, so could he.
“Yeah, I do,” Cody said, rising, stretching his body as he stood. He flipped off the TV with the remote control and headed toward Mitch who didn’t move out of his way.
“Don’t take as long as I did,” Mitch said, drawing Cody up against him. Mitch didn’t try to kiss him which might have been a testament to his breath, but he did place both hands on his hips and grind forward. He matched the move. Only then did Mitch press a soft kiss to his lips.
Cody simply pulled away and stepped into the bedroom. If Mitch could control himself, then he could too. “I’ll be back.” He grabbed his stuff and headed inside the bathroom.
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Mitch undressed completely, tossing his clothes over the back of a chair. He flipped on the bedside lamp and turned off all the other lights throughout the suite. He’d stashed a new box of condoms and a bottle of lubricant in the bedside table, so he laid those out in easy reach and climbed on the big bed.
He stretched out on top of the cool blankets, then decided to crawl under the folded down bedspread. He wanted to look hot and sexy for Cody. He rested back against the headboard, laid there a second before he got up, folded all the blankets down, and grabbed only the sheet, draping it across his waist. He anchored himself back against the headboard again, this time placing one arm casually behind his head.
Right when he was about to reposition again, the door opened up. Now he was committed to the pose. Mitch looked up as Cody came toward the light. He was still dressed, and when his eyes landed on Mitch, Cody m
outhed the word fuck and automatically began tugging the T-shirt over his head as he toed off his boots at the same time.
Mitch stroked himself as he watched Cody hurriedly toss the garment over the chair and kick his boots out of the way toward the end of the bed. Just as the sexy trooper went to unbutton his jeans, Mitch was up off the bed. “Hang on, let me do that.”
Mitch dropped to his knees in front of Cody. The urgency of Cody’s loud groan filled the room as Mitch reached for the button on the jeans. Working quickly, he unfastened the Wranglers and tugged the zipper down. He glanced up, taking in all the ridges and depressions in Cody’s chest and stomach. His gaze lingered, before sliding down Cody’s six-pack, following the dark blond treasure trail that disappeared into the jeans he worked to rid Cody of.
“I need to taste you, Cody.” After pushing the jeans down those thick, muscular thighs, he pressed a kiss against the pistol tattooed on Cody’s hip, then buried his face in Cody’s brief-covered groin, inhaling the clean, musky scent that was all Cody Turner. Mitch rubbed his face against the material preventing him from tasting Cody’s naked flesh. The movement had Cody’s cock lengthening against his cheek.
“Fuck, cowboy,” he gasped, and his own cock reacted with a jerk as he slid his fingers in the waistband of Cody’s briefs and tugged them, along with the denim down his legs. Cody placed his hands on Mitch’s shoulders to keep his balance as he stepped out of the jeans and kicked them to the side.
Fingers slid across his scalp and fisted in his short hair as he took in the sight of Cody’s perfectly cut and blushing with color cock. He wrapped his fingers around Cody and slowly stroked him from base to tip. Mitch had seen his share of dicks, but Cody’s had to be the most perfect he’d ever laid eyes on. He lifted his gaze to find Cody staring down at him, his blue eyes hooded with lust.
“Your cock’s so fucking beautiful, Cody. So thick and perfect, and I’ll bet you taste as delicious as you look.” Mitch lowered his head, whispering against Cody’s skin while he placed soft kisses along his thighs. He tongued the tattoo covering Cody’s hip bone. Mitch’s hand worked Cody all the while, stroking him, as he nibbled his way lower and sucked one of Cody’s balls in his mouth.
Cody widened his stance as Mitch licked and mouthed the soft sac between the hot trooper’s legs. Cody’s thighs quivered in response to Mitch’s lips as he moved in to sample his cock. He took his time tasting Cody, exploring every vein on that thick shaft before tonguing the cowboy’s perfect slit. Cody’s essence burst across his palate. He loved the sweet and salty bitterness of Cody’s arousal filling his senses. He sucked on the flared crown of Cody’s dick, lapping at the pre-come beading at the tip.
“Damn, baby, you do taste fucking delicious.” Mitch dropped his head and devoured Cody in one swift motion, loosening his jaw as he swallowed Cody to the back of his throat. Cody gasped, and the fingers in his hair tightened, stinging his scalp. Cody’s hips thrust forward driving that long dick farther down his throat, cutting off his air. Fuck yes! His throat constricted around the decadent invasion. Cody quickened his rhythm, thrusting deep, and he let the hot cowboy plunder his mouth.
Only a few minutes passed before Cody’s cock swelled against his tongue. He was close. Mitch felt Cody’s balls draw tight against his body. But since he had other plans in mind, he used his hand and squeezed the base tightly then reluctantly pulled off of Cody’s cock.
“You can’t come, not yet…I want you in me.” He didn’t care about the desperation in his voice. Mitch needed Cody in him, the sooner the better.
“Mitch?” Cody’s ragged breath hitched on what sounded like both a question and a plea.
He stood and took Cody’s mouth with his, breathing heavily as he spoke. “Fuck me, Cody, I want you inside me.”
“I thought you…” Cody started, but Mitch cut him off.
“Didn’t you pay attention to my shirt, Turner? For a trooper, you aren’t very observant, are you?” Mitch grinned and watched the corners of Cody’s mouth tip up as the man thought over what he’d just said.
“I did but…but you don’t wanna fuck me?” Cody’s head tilted to one side. Mitch caught his bottom lip with his teeth as those bright blue eyes questioned him.
“Later. Right now, I want this in me.” He gripped Cody’s dick, squeezing tightly, making his intentions known. Cody groaned, and in less than a heartbeat, the cowboy’s mouth was fused to his. The kiss was anything but gentle. Their tongues tangled, twisting, as Cody’s hands slid around his back and down his ass, forcing them together. Mitch rocked into Cody’s hips, his erection brushing roughly against Cody’s. They both moaned at the contact.
Cody pushed him against the wall, pinning him, easily holding Mitch in place as he ravished his mouth. Cody tore his lips away and buried them against the side of his neck. Mitch heard a deep inhale right before his cowboy latched on to his neck. Cody sucked hard at the tender skin and ground sensually against his cock. The sweet pain of Cody marking him traveled straight to Mitch’s balls. He hissed at the sting of Cody’s teeth sinking into his skin and the feel of the rock hard arousal nudging his.
“Yes, god, yes.” He wanted Cody in him right now. He lifted his head offering his neck as he thrust his hips forward. Cody’s movements were as heated and frenzied as his.
“I do want your ass, Mitch,” Cody growled against his ear. “So fucking bad.”
Cody’s warm palm tightened around his aching dick, and those full, eager lips took his again. He almost came from the rough friction Cody unleashed on his cock. Mitch’s head spun from the fevered kiss, all teeth and tongues, lips, heat and need. His stomach flip-flopped, and he couldn’t ever recall a kiss as passionate as this. Mitch felt as if Cody were kissing him with his entire body.
Minutes passed as Mitch surfaced enough to find Cody guiding him toward the bed. He stopped when the edge of the mattress hit the back of his knee. Mitch wrapped his arms around Cody and fell back, pulling the cowboy down with him.
Mitch scooted toward the middle of the bed, and Cody crawled up his body, kissing him, as he settled that big body between his open legs. Cody sat back on his heels, stroking his own dick, regarding him curiously. And damn, Mitch enjoyed the show.
“You make me so damn crazy, Cody.”
“Do I?” Cody smiled, let go of his dick, and lowered to his stomach. Cody kept his eyes on Mitch as he wrapped his hand around Mitch’s cock and dropped his head, licking up him like a lollipop before circling his leaking tip with his warm tongue.
“Uh-huh.” Mitch couldn’t take his eyes off the beautiful blond lapping playfully at his dick.
Cody’s warm wet mouth engulfed him to the root. Holy mother of god! The cowboy evidently didn’t have any sort of gag reflex to speak of. Mitch thrust his hips up, and Cody took every inch of him. He fucked into Cody’s warm mouth, loving the wet heat surrounding him.
“Shit, babe, that’s one sweet mouth you’ve got on you. Damn, I think I’m falling in love, Cody Turner.” Cody pulled off his dick and grinned up at him.
“Well, if you like that, Deputy Marshal Knox, then this is gonna have you asking for my hand in marriage. Now roll over.” Cody swatted at his thigh. Mitch complied and rolled to his stomach.
“Lift up your ass for me,” Cody demanded and moved to the edge of the bed, sitting up on his shins. Cody held onto Mitch’s hip as he lifted and went to all fours. Widening his knees, he offered his ass to Cody. The hot trooper smoothed his hands down Mitch’s back and over the curve of his ass, before kneading the globes and spreading him wide.
“You’re so damn hot,” Cody rumbled and buried his face between Mitch’s ass cheeks. His warm tongue probing and licking with vigor at his most sensitive area. Cody reached forward, his fingers circling Mitch’s shaft and began to stroke. Mitch couldn’t help but shudder as Cody stiffened his tongue and began probing him with purpose.
The stroking on his dick never stopped. Mitch was in fucking heaven, and he never wanted this to end. Cody gave
him a few long licks before thick fingers circled then tapped at his entrance. The tip of one of those torturous fingers barely slipped inside, stealing his breath.
“Mmm…you’re already relaxed for me,” Cody purred. Mitch nodded and rocked his hips back, needing badly for the cowboy to breach him, to give him more.
“I opened myself for you. I’m ready… I need you now,” he groaned as Cody’s fingers pressed inside and began working him further open.
“Without me?” Cody leaned over and pressed wet kisses down his spine.
“Uh-huh.” All he could think about were the big fingers buried in him, spreading him, and Cody’s groin rubbing his butt cheek and the back of his thighs. The light fuzz that covered Cody’s leg brushed against his and drove him absolutely mad.
“Damn, Mitch, that’s hot and all, but why?” Cody questioned, still leaning over him. His breath caressed his sensitive skin as he spoke the words, sending a shiver racing down to his ass. The attention and sensations of the scene made it incredibly hard to think.
“When?” Cody asked as he curled his fingers. Damn, that cowboy knew exactly what he was doing.
“In the bathroom. I didn’t wanna wait,” Mitch replied honestly. Cody picked up the pace, and he rode those fingers, pressing his ass back as Cody pushed in and out, twisting his fingers, scraping that delicious knot. He just about lost his load right then.
“I’m fucking almost there, but I need to come with your dick in my ass, not your fingers, cowboy,” Mitch panted breathlessly with desire.
“Demanding, aren’t you?” Cody chuckled and withdrew his fingers. Mitch turned his head and looked over his shoulder, watching as Cody rolled the condom down his impressive dick. Mitch’s ass clenched in anticipation, and his dick wept with need. He had waited far too long for this moment.
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