Worth Fighting For

Chapter 8

Classical music didn’t suit her. But Lady Gaga, Misty’s favorite artist, wasn’t what he considered romantic. Something about playing Bad Romance in the background while trying to sweep a girl off her feet seemed wrong. Cody threw up his hands in frustration. None of these CDs worked for tonight.

A hand written case, stuck behind the stereo, caught his eye. He pulled it out and realized it was something his mother had made for him last Christmas. He looked over the playlist. Frank Sinatra, Etta James, Stevie Wonder… This might work.

He popped it in the player, lowering the volume until it played faintly in the background. Then he moved back to the kitchen to check on the chicken in the oven. He wasn’t the best cook in the world, but could handle the basics. And hopefully follow a recipe without screwing up too badly. According to the directions his mother had given him, it still needed a couple minutes, but the smell filled the house, rousing his appetite. Hopefully it would be perfect for Misty.

The doorbell sounded as he uncorked the wine. A rush of excitement bubbled inside him, and he crossed to answer the door. Why had he resisted this for so long? Now that the moment was here, he couldn’t think of anything more right than making love to Misty.

“Hi,” Misty said as soon as he opened the door. His ready smile faltered as he took in what she wore. The dress looked like a large men’s dress shirt cinched with a belt, but the material was wrong. Instead of starched linen, the dress was made of a sapphire colored silk. It clung to her curves, slithering enticingly with each movement. Watching it made his hands clench with the desire to trace those curves.

Working up the willpower to drag his gaze away from her hips proved harder than he anticipated. Then his gaze snagged on breasts. Perfectly shaped, they appeared to be unhindered by a bra. Cody shifted his weight as he hardened, his pants growing uncomfortably tight. In his mind, he imagined sliding that silk off, baring her body to his gaze.

“Aren’t you going to invite me inside?” she asked, causing him to start.

His gaze flew to her smiling one. He’d been standing in the door, blocking the entrance as he gawked at her.

“Of course, come on in.” He held the door open for her. As she eased past him, he saw the slit up the side of her dress, stopping a mere inch below her underwear line, and bit back a groan.

“Everything all right?” she asked.

“That dress is killer.”

“This old thing?”

He found himself returning her smile. It was so easy to let go and have fun around Misty.

She started to walk past him toward the kitchen, but he grabbed her hand, yanking her into his arms. She grunted a little at the impact before laughing, the rich sound filling him with a sense of peace. God, he loved her laugh.

“Hi,” he said, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. Studying her features, he let his fingertips linger over the curve of her ear until her expression grew serious. When her gaze shifted to his mouth, a haze of anticipation clouding her eyes, he leaned forward, savoring each inch along the way as he grew closer and closer.

The first brush of lips was gentle. But that was all it took for hunger to claw at his belly. He pressed his lips firmly against hers, rubbing his hands sinuously along her back and down over her butt. She moaned as he squeezed the flesh in his hands.

Trailing his lips down, he placed a bite against her jaw, not hard enough to break skin, but hard enough for her to feel the force of his passion. Moving lower, he sucked on the flesh on her neck. Her scent was stronger here and he breathed deeply, pulling it in. Against his lips, her pulse raged. He ran his tongue over the beat, pulling her closer as a shiver raced through her.

“I’ve got some wine waiting in the kitchen,” he said, moving them in that direction but unwilling to let her go. Her curves slid against him as they danced backward, his leg slipping between hers as they walked.

“Wine, huh? You don’t have to get me drunk, you know. I’m pretty much a guarantee. Especially if you keep rubbing against me like that,” she joked, a glint of laughter in her eyes.

“Like this?” He thrust his hips forward. His thigh between her legs rubbed against her core, dragging her skirt up. Her head fell backward at the friction, baring her throat to his gaze. Feasting on the creamy expanse with his eyes, he couldn’t resist leaning in and sucking on the hollow of her throat.

Her nails pierced into his shoulders. No, not nails, claws. Drawing forth such primal need in her surprised him. But as he felt one long leg circle his hips, he knew she was beyond control. He ran his hands down to her ass again, lifting upward until her other leg joined the first around his waist. All thoughts of dinner drifted away as he slammed her against the wall behind them.

Control was overrated anyway.

Misty’s back hit the wall, the impact propelling her into Cody. Grabbing his hair, she pulled until his mouth pressed against hers, his lips demanding hers open to allow his tongue to thrust inside. She moaned as it captured hers. He took no prisoners.

Using her legs around his waist, she pulled him tighter against her core. She wanted him so badly. Every thought in her head centered on rolling around naked with him.

On a gasp, she pulled her lips away. Undeterred, he trailed his lips across her cheek and took her earlobe between his teeth.

“The bedroom,” she managed.

Her back left the wall as he carried her the few remaining feet to his open bedroom door. Without wasting any time, he dropped her onto the bed before plunging back in. Heat flooded her as his lips caressed hers, opening them so his tongue could sweep inside. Her dress chaffed against her hardened nipples. She wanted his hands on her, right there.

As if reading her thoughts, his hands reached up to stroke her nipples through the dress. She arched into his touch, rubbing her crotch against his jeans as the sensations rioted inside her. He thrust against her, making her imagine him inside her, moving at the same frantic pace. Leaning back, she tried to unbutton his shirt, needing to run her hands over his skin, but her fingers fumbled until she groaned in frustration against his mouth.

After a minute, he leaned up and pushed her hands away, freeing himself from the shirt. Taking advantage of the moment, Misty unwound her legs and kneeled on the bed. Staring him straight in the eye, she drew the dress over her head, wanting to see his eyes when she revealed herself. Under the dress, she had on a lacy black thong with a little white bow in the back. A bow he wouldn’t see unless she showed it to him–and it was super cute underwear, it’d be a shame not to show it to him.

The passion in his eyes burned as she slowly turned around and got on her hands and knees. Arching one eyebrow, she looked over her shoulder at him. He still stood at the edge of the bed, but now he stared at her ass. It took him a moment to look up, but when his eyes met hers, the glow of his fox’s eyes sent a rush of liquid down below.

His eyes bore into hers as he unbuttoned his pants and slid them off, pulling a condom out of the pocket and placing it next to her on the bed. Misty licked her lips in anticipation. She’d waited for this moment forever. And now it was here. She reached for the condom, but his, “no,” stopped her, the gruffness of his voice sending shivers through her system.

His hand brushed over the top of her thong, the contact drawing a throaty moan from her. Everywhere he touched, her skin tingled from the contact. She jolted as his palm came down hard on her ass, but his hand rubbed the area, soothing it.

His other hand reached down between her thighs, his thumb slipping beneath the thin material to slide inside her.

“You’re already so wet for me.” He groaned, seesawing his thumb in and out. Misty’s head dipped as her hips followed his movement. Her nipples ached for his touch but his other hand remained firm on her ass. As she shifted her weight to one hand, reaching up with the other to rub her breast, his hand cracked hard against her butt cheek. “Not yet,” was all he said. She groaned in frustration until he brushed against the hood of her clit with his middle finger. Just once. Heat flooded to the area, even as she froze, waiting for more.

His thumb continued to tease her, driving her further, but not far enough to propel her over the edge. Then, his middle finger circled her, pressing firmly to the right of her clit. She exploded, arching her back as she rode his hand.

Cries of pleasure echoed around the room. But it wasn’t enough. She wanted more than Cody’s thumb. She wanted to come with his cock seated fully inside her, filling her as he pounded furiously into her from behind.

As her pleasure ebbed, she heard a crinkle behind her. Cody had opened the condom wrapper. She glanced back, staring at his impressive erection. He wasn’t huge, but he was thick. A vein along the side pulsed. Misty licked her lips, wanting to taste him, to run her tongue along that vein. But before she moved, he rolled the condom into place. Later, she promised herself.

When he came back, he placed a gentle kiss just above the bow on her thong, before slipping the panties down her legs. He steadied her as she raised one knee and then the other to take them off completely. Then he was there, his legs on either side of hers as he gripped her hips in his hands. She felt his cock bobbing against her opening and her muscles tightened in anticipation.

Lining himself up, he slid slowly forward. She leaned into the pressure until his head slid past her entrance. Once inside, he eased out only to thrust back hard again and again until he was fully seated.

Misty’s hands clenched the bed covers, a strangled moan breaking free at each jerk. He leaned forward, his body covering hers, and his hand reached around her to play with her nipples. She screamed his name and heard him growl in response. The primitive sound sent a wave of please spiraling downward, and she clenched around him.

“Jesus, do that again.”

The naked need in his voice caused the woman inside her to cheer in triumph, but she was too distracted by her own desire to savor the feeling. She tightened her inner muscles again, relishing the power she had, even bent over as she was.

He bit down on her shoulder, not hard enough to break the skin–although she wouldn’t have complained if he had, an act that would mate them together forever. She didn’t have time to be disappointed though, as his hand pinched her nipple, adding a new sensation to her pleasure. The slight pain drove her pleasure higher as he altered the rhythm of his hips between slow and furious.

She was close, her body tensing in anticipation of a powerful orgasm, when he pulled them both up until they were kneeling on the bed. Still inside her, the new position tightened her sheath, causing him to feel larger than before. She cried out in surprised pleasure as he continued thrusting, the friction driving her wild.

Any minute now, she would shatter. It built inside her. Reaching up and behind, she stroked Cody’s neck, weaving her hands through his hair. His breath fell hot against her neck as he sucked on the sensitive skin. Misty exploded, her cries filling the room as she rhythmically clenched around him. He stroked her clit, prolonging her pleasure as he drove into her, shouting his own release to the rafters.

Afterward, he collapsed on top of her, but didn’t stay there long. He sat up, leaving a trail of kisses down her spine until he reached the small of her back. With a little nibble, he started back up, rolling her to the side once he’d reached the top of her neck, and cuddling her against him.

“That was incredible,” he murmured, nuzzling her ear with his nose.

Misty couldn’t agree more. His arm surrounded her, clasping her tight against him. One of his legs lay between hers and she didn’t resist rubbing against it. A growl rumbled against the back of her neck where he’d been kissing and she giggled.

A smell tickled her nose, wafting over the scent of delicious sweaty male behind her.

“Is something burning?” she asked, raising onto her elbow to sniff the air.

“Son of a bitch.” Cody scrambled out of bed and ran butt naked out of the room. The man really did have a fantastic ass. And it was all hers.

Cody waved a dish towel, trying to dispel the black smoke pouring from the oven. So much for following a simple recipe. Then again, he had been a bit distracted. At least their chicken dinner had burned for a good cause.

Grabbing pot holders, he pulled the dish out of the oven, dropping it onto the stove. Black smoke still drifted up, but it wasn’t the massive outpouring it had been. The meal was toast. Literally, if he couldn’t find anything else to serve.

“Oops,” Misty said, her arms going around him from behind and her head resting on his shoulder as she looked at the burnt offering. “And you went through so much trouble. I’m sorry. I guess I was kind of single minded.”

Cody turned around, his arms pulling her against him. “I’m not sorry. Although I wish I had taken the dish out before answering the door.” He grinned down at her. She’d put her dress back on and his hands itched to sneak under the fabric. To learn whether or not the thong still lay on his floor where he’d thrown it. “Or at least prepared a second option.”

“There’s always pizza,” she suggested.

“There is that.” Unable to resist the temptation, he stroked up her thigh, raising the hem until he reached her hips. No thong. He didn’t know what was more erotic, the fact Misty wore no underwear or that her underwear currently sat on his bedroom floor.

She let her head fall back and clutched his shoulders.

He leaned in, sucking a trail down her throat. “Why don’t you go find a movie and I’ll order pizza. We can continue this after it gets here,” he whispered against her skin.

“I’ve got a better idea. Why don’t we continue this now, and order the pizza after?”

Cheeky thing. “No deal. I invited you over for dinner, which means I have to feed you.” He turned her around and gave her a playful slap on the butt.

She turned and glared, but the fire in her eyes had little to do with anger.

Walking to the wall phone, Cody quickly found and dialed the number for the pizza place. In the past, Misty and he had always argued over pizza toppings. Sure, they could have gotten half and half, but then they wouldn’t have had anything to argue about. This time, he didn’t need to argue. Misty would have what she wanted.

He placed the order and started to move away, but turned back and pressed Redial. They were going to need lots of energy for the night ahead. He’d make sure of it. Might as well order a second pizza for him. That way his green peppers couldn’t sneak onto her half–the other reason they didn’t split the toppings down the middle.

As he walked out of the kitchen toward the living room, he heard moans. Pleasure moans. The sound caused him to freeze. Was Misty pleasuring herself in there? Pride warred with desire inside him. He knew he’d satisfied her, so why… But the image of Misty with her hand between her legs appealed to him.

“Yeah, baby.” A man grunted in pleasure.

What the hell?

Cody strode forward and saw Misty sitting on the couch, her gaze riveted on the television. She looked up with wide eyes as he entered the room.

“You were watching porn before I came over?” she asked.

“What? Of course not.” He came into the room, turning toward the TV as a blonde woman took some guy’s penis into her mouth. He’d never seen this before in his life. Grabbing the remote, he tried to figure out how it had gotten on his screen.

“I had no idea you were into this stuff. Well, okay, you’re a guy, so of course you like porn, but I didn’t know you actually watched it. Like just for fun. Movie night is going to be so much more interesting next month.”

“I am not into this stuff. I was watching a movie on Cinemax. This must have come on after…” His words stumbled to a halt as his gaze flew to hers. “Wait. What was that about movie night?”

Misty hid her smile behind her hand. When she’d first pressed Power, she’d been shocked, but she’d quickly realized what had happened after she saw the channel the movie played on. Still, she couldn’t resist a little teasing.

The more she thought about it, the more appealing her movie night suggestion became. Who knew what kind of fun they’d have now that their relationship had changed.

“Well, it was an idea. But if you aren’t really into watching these movies…” She let the end of the sentence trail off, waiting to see if he would take the bait. Even from this distance, she saw his jaw clench.

“Fine. I watched it.”

Misty straightened. “You know it isn’t healthy to watch porn by yourself in the middle of the day,” she chastened.

It took him a moment before he knew what to say. Finally, he threw his hands in the air and sighed.

“I can’t win here, can I?”

Misty slid off the couch onto the floor. On her knees, she took two steps until she kneeled in front of Cody. Before her eyes, his cock rose.

“Believe me. You’re about to win big,” she said right before she took him into her mouth. From experience, she knew pizza would take twenty minutes to get there. She planned to use every second.

Raising his head from between Misty’s legs, Cody swore as the doorbell peeled again. The pizza. He’d completely forgotten. Beneath him, Misty moaned in frustration. He looked across her creamy skin to her face, taking in her still-closed eyes. Lost in passion, she hadn’t even heard the bell.

On the television, a woman screamed in ecstasy. Knocking came from the other side of the door. Shit.

Untangling Misty’s hands from his hair, Cody grabbed a throw blanket from the back of the couch and wrapped it around his waist. Unfortunately, it did little to hide his raging erection.

Poor Timmy, the delivery boy. Cody didn’t want to imagine what went through the teenager’s head as he thrust a couple bills at the boy and grabbed the pizza. The moans and grunts coming from behind him increased in intensity.

“Keep the change,” he managed before shutting the door.

“But you gave me double–”

Right now, he didn’t care if he gave the boy a hundred dollar tip. He had more important things to think about.

When he walked back to the living room, Misty stood in front of the couch, her head tilted to the right as she studied the figures on the screen. Although she didn’t turn, the creaking floorboards must have alerted her to his presence.

“Are we really doing everything they’re doing? Because I gotta tell you, I’m not sure I bend that way.”

Cody glanced up at the television as he placed the pizza on the coffee table. His already stiff cock hardened to the point of pain. Oh yeah, they were definitely attempting that.

“As a yoga teacher, you’re claiming a porn star is more flexible?”

“Good point.” She grunted. “Still, that can’t be comfortable.”

Grabbing her around the waist, Cody helped her leg stretch onto his shoulder. “Let’s find out,” he murmured, seating himself inside her in one solid thrust. He closed his eyes, grunting at the wet embrace. The position allowed him a deeper penetration.

Once he’d filled her completely, he gripped her hips to support her, leaving the decision up to her. Either she’d be adventurous or she wouldn’t. Either way promised to be an unforgettable experience.

With a wicked smile, she bent backward. Giving him not only her trust, but control. He leaned down to suck on her jutting nipples. Her throaty moan filled the room as he began to move.

He’d chosen his bed partner well, he thought as sensations swamped him. If he’d really chosen at all. He was man enough to admit, she’d pretty much dragged him. And he’d never been more grateful.