“Let’s get in my apartment,” Cody breathed into Mitch’s ear. Mitch fought him a little bit to take back possession of his mouth.
“Right here’s fine,” Mitch murmured, latching on to his neck, pushing Cody backward several steps. The strong arms holding his waist tightened; their hips now in perfect alignment so their cocks brushed together. An involuntary moan slipped from his mouth, and he ground himself harder into Mitch.
Get a hold of yourself, he mentally chastised himself.
“God, you smell sexy.” Mitch ran his nose along his neck, up to his ear.
“I’ve got something planned. Let me go, so we can get inside.” He was surprised he got the sentence out. Mitch had him so hard he couldn’t think. His arms tightened around Mitch, but he lost his grip on their jackets and they fell to the floor. He had to get Mitch to his apartment now! Cody roughly shoved him away, causing him to stumble several steps back.
Mitch looked up at him. The glint in his eyes said it all. That move had turned Mitch on, and a devious grin spread across his handsome face.
“That’s it, cowboy. You know what I want,” Mitch growled, pointing his finger at him.
“Get into the apartment, and I’ll give it to you,” he promised, keeping his distance, because fuck, if he didn’t, he’d have Mitch on this foyer floor, banging into him for the whole world to see. He had no doubt Mitch would have loved that idea. Mitch pivoted on his feet as Cody reached down and picked up their jackets taking a wide curve around Mitch as he headed to his place. “Follow me, Deputy Marshal.”
Chapter 42
Mitch trailed behind him, keeping his distance. Cody was able to get inside his apartment, discard their jackets, and toe off his shoes before Mitch leisurely strolled inside. Mitch didn’t shut the door. Instead, he walked straight into the living room, turned toward him, and cocked his brow.
Mitch’s invitation was very clear—give it your best shot. Oh, he would, but he was nervous. He tried to ignore the fact he’d never done anything like this ever before.
“You sure you know what you’re asking me to do?” Cody absently reached back and shut the front door. On a thought, he pivoted and made a show of turning the lock. “Take off your clothes. They’re too nice to ruin,” he stated, trying to be what Mitch needed. He looked at the support beam in his living room as he walked to the bedroom, leaving Mitch where he stood.
He loosened his tie, but let the silk hang as he untucked his shirt. He freed himself of his belt before working the buttons at his wrist. He assessed his bedroom. The support beam in this room might be better. It sat to the side of the room, but he could get Mitch from the beam to the bed if needed.
He lifted the tie from his collar and unbuttoned his shirt. He slid off the dress shirt, and tugged the white undershirt over his head, then he reached for the lube and condoms in the nightstand. He grabbed those as he worked his slacks and underwear down, tossing them on the end of the bed where he placed his shirts. His socks came off as he stood with one hand on the dresser.
“You’re sexy as hell,” Mitch said from the bedroom door.
“How hard do you want it?” Cody asked, trying to keep his nerve. Mitch was shirtless. That expansive tattooed chest always did funny things to his stomach, and he looked away to help keep his goals in sight. He wanted Mitch Knox in his life like he had never wanted anything before.
“How hard you got, cowboy?” Mitch smirked, walking forward. He was much slower at undressing, and his actions became Cody’s very own strip tease. He knew Mitch wiggled his ass and gripped his rigid cock, stroking himself, just for show. It worked and Cody had to force his eyes away from the sight in front of him. He turned on the small lamp on the nightstand and turned off the bright overhead light.
He then took his time to walk across the room and shut the bedroom door to block out the light from the living room. The last thing he did was push back the curtains over the large windows, exposing the view of the Austin skyline. He prayed they were high enough up and dark enough inside the room to keep from being seen by any roving eyes.
“It’s a great view,” Mitch said, looking out the window before moving his attention back to Cody. Mitch’s gaze ran up and down his body, taking him all in. The way he looked at Cody made him grow even harder. “I can’t imagine ever getting tired of looking at that.”
Cody didn’t respond any more than the involuntary twitch his cock gave at Mitch’s lust-filled stare. He kept it cool as he opened the condom box and the bottle of lube for easy access. Maybe he could catch Mitch off guard with the way they were standing. Mitch had his back to him for the moment.
Mitch had been trained for the sudden attack, so he slowly slid in behind him, kissed his shoulder, and then his neck. He placed his hands on Mitch’s waist. He had to be careful—the steel beam could work for what he had planned if he didn’t damage anything on Mitch’s body in the execution.
“Trust me?” Cody asked quietly.
“Oh yeah,” Mitch cooed and laid his head back on Cody’s shoulder, turning in for a full kiss. The exact move he needed. He smiled as he leaned in, lightly kissing Mitch’s lips. He took the silk tie from around his neck and slid his palms down Mitch’s arms. In that moment, everything changed. Mitch opened to kiss him, and Cody drove their bodies forward, wrenching Mitch’s wrists above his head, taking care as they slammed into the support beam. The grunt Mitch gave made it very clear Cody had taken him by surprise and now had the upper hand, if only for a moment.
He ground his hips violently into Mitch's ass as he gripped both wrists in his one hand, and wrestled them up above his head. He tied Mitch’s wrists together with the silk necktie and bound him to the steel beam. He was strong and he knew Mitch was just as strong, but in this moment, Mitch gave in to him. “Can you feel me, Deputy Marshal?” He pressed his body against Mitch and held him there, securing the knot as his cock slipped up and down the crevice of Mitch’s ass.
“Fuck yeah,” Mitch moaned. He pulled and then wrenched at his wrists, struggling to free his hands. Mitch tried in vain to get free. Watching him struggle made Cody hard as hell.
He stayed on Mitch, pressed against his back, as he ran the palm of his hands up and down Mitch’s brawny arms. He leaned forward and whispered in Mitch’s ear, “Don’t fight me, it just makes me harder.”
“I want it.” Mitch arched his back, grinding his ass farther into Cody. The move fueled Cody’s lust, and he involuntarily met Mitch’s ass with a solid roll of his hips. He ran his nose up the back of Mitch’s neck and inhaled the scent of his skin.
“Mmm…you smell so fuckable,” he hissed against the shell of Mitch’s ear. He ran his hands to the front of Mitch’s chest, pressed his body head to toe against him, and shifted his hips. One hand moved to Mitch’s neck and the other hand slid lower, his fingers traveling down Mitch’s flat stomach and farther into the closely trimmed hair at the base of his cock.
“Kiss me,” Cody hissed into Mitch’s ear. At that point, it wasn’t a request. The urge to taste Mitch’s kiss on his lips overwhelmed him. He tightened his grip on the side of Mitch’s neck and jaw and turned his head at an awkward angle, holding Mitch where he wanted him. Effortlessly, he slid his tongue inside Mitch’s mouth.
Mitch pulled away and whispered, “I want this…need you,” before leaning back as far as he could and allowing Cody complete and total access to his mouth. The little sex noises Mitch made kept him working harder. He gripped Mitch’s cock and roughly stroked him. Mitch bucked up into his fist. But the grinding backward Mitch had done had come to an abrupt halt. Now he was arching forward, shoving himself into Cody’s hand. Mitch had abandoned the kiss, arching forward, and Cody reached low with his other hand, gripping his balls.
“If you don’t want this, you better say something now. It’s the last chance you’re gettin’,” Cody growled into Mitch’s ear. He wasn’t sure where his words came from, because they certainly were the only rational thought running through his head. He rolled Mitch�
�s balls in the palm of his hand and Mitch widened his stance. The heady smell of their arousal filled the room, shooting straight to his balls.
“Do your best or worst, cowboy. I need this.” Mitch rested his head against Cody’s shoulder. The movement of his lover’s hips urged him to pick up the pace with his hand. Instead of giving Mitch what he wanted, he squeezed his hand, tightening his fist on the base of Mitch’s cock to slow things down. Cody bent his head and sank his teeth into the thick flesh of Mitch’s shoulder.
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Trapped against a thick steel beam and held in place by a necktie and Cody’s hard body, Mitch couldn't move, not that he really wanted to. He was fucking hot as hell from all the teasing his cowboy was doing. Now he was completely at Cody’s mercy and damn sure couldn’t think of a better place to be. Mitch needed this; he didn’t want to think about anything, he just wanted to feel.
Mitch tugged on his wrists again. He wasn’t getting loose anytime soon. Cody had tied him up tight, probably been a fucking Boy Scout as a kid. The knots Cody used were a bitch to untangle from. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t get free, and he was absolutely certain Cody’s roving hands and hard dick were the reason for his complete lack of concentration.
“Did you just fucking bite me?” Mitch asked. His muscles tensed and flexed under the strain Cody inflicted on him and the unexpected moment of pain. He drove himself harder into Cody’s tight fist. Clearly this would be a two or three orgasm night, and he needed the first one right about now.
Cody’s fist tightened on his cock. He held him like a vise, and the buildup rolling through his spine, churning through his balls faded as Cody denied him again. “No!”
“Yes,” Cody said, releasing his cock, sliding his palms back up his chest to his nipples. Cody mouthed his way across his shoulder, nipping and licking down his spine. Only the sound of their heavy pants filled the room as Cody went to his knees behind him. Mitch rested his forehead against the beam and began to pray.
“You’re killing me,” Mitch said through gritted teeth as Cody’s warm tongue licked across the base of his spine. When Cody’s hand caressed the globe of his ass, he held his breath. Cody had done this to him in Washington. And it was one of the most tender, sweetest memories of his life.
“Please,” he begged as Cody spread his butt cheeks and circled his rim with his fingers. Mitch’s knees went weak, his eyes threatened to roll back in his head as Cody’s hot wet tongue slowly slid across his hole. Cody lapped at him, sucking and licking, but when that warm, sweet tongue poked its way inside…Mitch lost it. Cody was a master at rimming and teasing with his tongue. A loud groan escaped his lips. He bucked his hips, pushing back against the tongue inside him. He wanted more. His orgasm built slowly till his legs shook. He was just about to come, and fucking Cody pulled away, denying him again. “No!”
“Shhh, you can’t come yet. I don’t want you to, Deputy Marshal.” Cody’s lips pressed against his most intimate place. He could feel puffs of breath dance across his wet rim as Cody spoke. Mitch’s legs gave way under Cody’s assault. Thank goodness the tie held his weight.
“I can’t take it,” he panted. Cody grabbed his ass cheeks, spreading them farther open, and slipped his tongue deeper inside. “Fuck. Cody…” Mitch’s words turned to whimpers.
~~~
Cody held on to Mitch’s cock, palming his balls and easing him back to his mouth and hungry tongue. He released Mitch’s sac and sucked a finger into his mouth before pressing the digit against Mitch’s rim. The desperate whimpers and strangled breaths urged him on, letting him know he must be doing everything right. He slid his finger into Mitch’s heat, pushing deeper inside until he felt the spot. He curled his finger, pressing against Mitch’s prostate, and then he reared back to watch his finger slide in and out of Mitch’s ass.
“Does that feel good?” Cody asked, looking up the long line of Mitch’s body. He was perfection. Every cord and muscle flexed and worked together, straining against the tie that bound him.
“Answer me, Mitch,” Cody said again, reaching for the lube. He withdrew his digit, coating his fingers with lube before sliding two back in.
“Don’t stretch me too much. Just fuck me,” Mitch whispered. It took a second to understand what Mitch said. Cody rose to his feet, adding a third finger. Binding Mitch was one thing, hurting him intentionally was another, and Cody resisted the idea of not opening Mitch.
Mitch bucked his hips. He was back to fully supporting himself with his legs now. “Fuck me, Cody.”
Within seconds, he’d rolled the condom on and lubed himself up. Mitch tried to look back at him, he moved his head back and forth, attempting to get a better angle, but he couldn’t. Cody gripped his cock and aligned himself against Mitch. He was so aroused, so turned on at the sight of Mitch struggling he wasn’t sure how long he would even last.
Cody held on to Mitch’s hip, positioned his tip at Mitch’s entrance and drove himself forward. In one swift plunge, he was buried deep inside Mitch’s tight heat.
“Ah, fuck!” Mitch yelled.
Cody growled as unbelievable pleasure tore through him. Mitch was tight, almost too tight. Mitch shoved backward, the force of his body pushing Cody almost completely out. Both hands now gripped Mitch’s hips. He used his knees and pushed forward again with such a force he drove Mitch up and off his feet, hard into the pole.
“Aghh! That’s it…need you,” Mitch panted.
Cody pistoned his hips, thrusting forward and pulling almost completely out, only to plunge forward again. Every single time, Cody took Mitch up and off his feet, pounding him harder. The words coming out of Mitch were almost unintelligible, but any time Cody slowed, Mitch used his body to urge him on, tilting his ass up for Cody to take. And he did. Cody drove his hips forward, slamming himself over and over in Mitch’s tight, warm channel.
~~~
“Ahhh…Fuck…Cody,” Mitch moaned. His knees threatened to give as the line between pleasure and pain blurred for a moment. His body craved what Cody was giving him, his need for this man so strong it went beyond anything he’d ever allowed himself to feel before.
He winced as Cody took his fill, withdrawing only to drive deeper back inside his body. The ‘oh, gods’ rambled past his lips the minute he had been lifted off his feet, making him sound like a complete idiot, but he didn’t care. This was what he craved. Mitch panted as his body headed into overdrive. He began to thrust back against Cody’s thick cock, trying to drive him deeper and harder as he began to answer each thrust with one of his own.
If he could only get his hands on his own dick, he’d come with just a touch.
Cody’s breath hitched. If Cody felt half of what Mitch experienced, they were a match made in heaven. Mitch had wanted to be possessed by Cody. He’d needed him. Hell, he’d waited for him to come into his life. God, had it been a long wait.
“Just like this. I like it, like this.” Mitch hoped the words were clear. “So…good.” Each hard thrust of Cody's hips drove Mitch’s breath from his body. Closing his eyes, he could do nothing but press closer to Cody and hold on tight as his cowboy took his fill.
“Me too,” came a grunted response several minutes later. Mitch got it, he was right where Cody was, so close to coming.
Mitch had worked his bindings till his hands were loose, his knuckles were white from the grip he had on the steel beam, and he kept his fingers locked in position while Cody pounded into him.
He relaxed his upper body against Cody, leaning his head back to rest on his cowboy’s shoulder. At that moment, so many raw emotions coursed through Mitch’s body, the intensity almost too much to process. Time stood still for him, and with every thrust of Cody’s hips, his emotions spiraled deeper, threatening to ignite into one incendiary moment. Without a doubt, Cody Turner was meant for him.
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 hi
s 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.
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