Adrian — 10
“What do you mean he said you two would never work? Did he give a reason why?” Bishop asked as he paced back and forth in my living room. After Cody up and left suddenly, I called my partner, hoping to get a little insight. There was no way I was calling my sister. According to her, Cody still wasn’t talking to her.
“He said we’d never work. He has nothing to offer, he’s a lot younger than me, and we have nothing in common.”
“Does he not know you?”
“Obviously not well.”
“Fuck. What are you going to do? Because again, does he not know you? I’ve known you for a year and I know that if you want something you go for it until you get it. That’s why you and what’s his nuts solved so many cases.”
“Jamie. His name is Jamie. And you just spent the last four days in his presence. Really? What’s his nuts?”
“What? I don’t like him. He’s a douche.”
“You’re just jealous because he’s sleeping with his partner.”
“Yeah, he can keep her. No, thanks. Anyway, what’s the game plan to win Cody?” Bishop rubbed his hands together and got a somewhat scary look on his face. But that right there was why I’d called him. I knew he was at the club, hoping for a hookup, but I also knew he’d come help me if asked.
“Okay, here’s what we do. He has a group of close friends, right? Doesn’t one work at the firehouse?”
“Yeah. What about it?”
“We go and ask his friend for help. I mean, think about it. His friend will know Cody pretty well, and he might be able to give you some pointers. Maybe even arrange another meeting between you two.” Bishop sat down on the couch and propped his feet up on the coffee table.
“I’m not too old for him, am I?”
“Man, you can outlift and outrun me on your worst days. There is nothing that says you’re too old for him except for his own thoughts. Does he not like older men?”
“He admitted to being attracted to me, but other than that, I’m not sure,” I told Bishop before I grabbed a pillow and hugged it to my stomach. Yeah, I wasn’t nearly as thin as I used to be, but I didn’t think I was bad-looking. I’d always had a thick, muscular build, and with age, that had only become a little more pronounced.
“Well, if he’s attracted to you, that’s one thing you can check off the list. Do you believe him when he says why you two won’t work?”
“Maybe a little. I know there is an age difference, but it doesn’t bother me. I think he believes I sit at home all evening and go to bed by nine or something.”
“Okay, so here’s what you need to do. Talk to his friend, maybe get some pointers.” I glanced at Bishop, who was holding up one finger. He held up a second as he went on. “Plan an outing that shows you’re really just a big kid at heart and can keep up with him. And three, show him what he’s missing out on.”
“Huh? How would I do that?”
“You don’t see it because you’re oblivious. You get noticed. By both men and women. You need to let Cody know that no matter what, he’s the only person you see. Even if others see and want you.” Bishop tossed a pillow at me, causing me to laugh before I tossed it back at him.
“What would you suggest?”
“Honestly? Take him to a club or something. Somewhere where people notice you but you only pay attention to him. Let others know you’re only into Cody. That should go a long way.”
“I already did that once. I chased him around the Blue Diamond for an hour once. He wasn’t having it.”
“Then refer back to his friend. If you can get him to talk, he might have some insider information for you.”
I glanced at Bishop and nodded. He had a point. And he was right. I’d never given up on anything in my life before. I wasn’t about to start now. “Thanks. I’m sure if I was thinking clearly, I’d have thought of at least one of those ideas.”
“Probably. It wasn’t like I was doing much of anything anyway.”
“I thought you went to the club to find a hookup?”
“Yeah, but the one guy I was interested in wasn’t there. When I asked about him, the bartender said he hadn’t been in for several days.”
“Sorry. I guess I didn’t realize you had a regular guy.”
“It’s all good. I usually don’t, actually. There’s this one guy I’m working on asking out.”
“That sounds way too familiar for my tastes.” I laughed at the thought. I’d spent so much time trying to get the nerve to ask Cody to dance that first night. It hadn’t worked, but maybe that was for the best. “You staying or heading home?”
“Home. I’m tired and want my own bed for a change. It was a long week.”
“Yeah, but just think, all you have to do is put in for that transfer you’ve been talking about and you’ll be out of here. On to the bigger city somewhere.” When I glanced at Bishop, he didn’t look nearly as excited as I expected. Moving on to a larger assignment was all he’d talked about for months, so what was going on? “Bishop?”
“Yeah, am I really that bad of a partner? I know you’re stuck with rookies all the time, but what if I wanted to stay here?”
“Then stay. I’m not going to kick you out. I’ve got you broken in. Well, except when you’re too busy getting laid to get to work on time.”
“Once. That happened once—and if you knew what he was doing to me, you wouldn’t complain.”
“Before I laid eyes on Cody, I’d say you were probably right. But not now. Anyway, go home, enjoy your night in your own bed. I’m going to take a shower and find mine.”
I got up and followed Bishop to the door, locking it after he left. Once I made sure all of the doors were locked and secured, I grabbed my phone before turning off the lights and heading to my room.
Me: Good night, Cody. I hope you have a good evening.
I didn’t expect a reply, so I tossed my phone onto the middle of the bed as I went to the dresser and opened the bottom drawer. My phone chimed just as I reached in for one of my favorite toys. I stood up and went back to the bed, tossing the large dildo down on the bed and picking up the phone.
Cody: Thanks, you too. Sorry I ran out on you. Hopefully you were able to make other plans.
I looked at my favorite toy and smirked, remembering something Bishop had said. Sometimes a little bit of jealousy could go a long way. I hoped like hell this didn’t backfire.
Me: Yeah, I have plans. Gotta go. Have a good one.
I turned the ringer off before tossing the phone back on the bed and picking up my boyfriend for the night. I needed the relief that I knew waited for me, and my dick was already half-hard by the time I entered my bathroom. I turned on the hot water, squirted some soap in my hand, and started stroking the toy, making sure to get all the fuzzies off it. After it was rinsed and dried, I was fully erect and more than ready to go. I grabbed the tube of lube, and after getting the toy suctioned to the shower wall at the perfect height, I set the lube on the shelf and left the shower stall.
Once I was stripped, I turned on the water and let the bathroom heat up. It had been months since I’d done anything other than stroke off in the shower, but tonight was different. I needed to feel the toy inside me. It was what I missed most about not being in a relationship. And knowing I was going to be imagining it was Cody fucking me made me even more excited about the whole idea.
I stepped back in the shower, and after squirting a generous amount of lube on my fingers, I slicked up the dildo before I started to stretch my hole. It had been too long and I was tight and trying to go too fast, and when I felt the painful burn, I hissed and backed off.
That was the key because, in no time, I was relaxed and ready. When I positioned the toy at my opening, I moaned as I slowly pushed back on the thick length that was entering me. Fuck. It definitely had been too long if I was ready to shoot all over the shower floor and I hadn’t even gotten the toy completely inside me yet.
I stopped and grabbed the base of my dick, squeezing it tightly, hoping that would help. Sometimes a little pain went a long way for keeping things under control. Once a few moments had passed, I was ready for more, and when I started rolling my hips back and forth, I moaned, it felt so good. I only wished it was a certain brown-eyed man with a wicked smirk instead of a toy. But for now, the toy would do.
Not wanting the fun to end too quickly, I made sure to set an irregular rhythm, never quite thrusting steadily, but the stimulation to my prostate felt wonderful. When I got close, I’d stop and let my body calm down a bit before it became too much and I needed to move. After several minutes of playing, the need became too great, and I rocked my hips faster and with more purpose to my thrusts.
When I felt the tingling in my balls, I knew it was over, and I thrust a few more times as hard as I could before I screamed through my orgasm as my release shot across the shower, landing on the floor in the spray. I’d always been able to come from prostate stimulation alone, and tonight was no different. But it always drained me of energy, so I quickly pulled off the toy and grabbed the sides of the shower to steady my wobbly legs.
I walked under the hot spray and moaned for different reasons. The shower in the hotel was okay, but it was nothing like my massaging showerhead. I made quick work of scrubbing my thick hair and washing my body before I cleaned the toy but left it suctioned to the wall to dry. I had a feeling that I’d be needing its company again, soon.
I knew I was in trouble when my dick was still half-hard after I’d rinsed, dried off, brushed my teeth, and collapsed into my own bed. It would have to deal though because there was no way I was going to give in and stroke myself to orgasm. I was tired and wanted to sleep, but my vibrating phone that was still somewhere on the bed prevented that.
After feeling around in the dark, I finally located the hindrance and saw I had several missed texts. I opened my phone and had to smile. Well, damn. Bishop was right.
Cody: So you have plans? Are you going out?
Cody: I only ask because I could maybe meet you somewhere if you wanted.
Cody: I know you invited me to dinner and then I ate and ran. Sorry.
Cody: You’re obviously busy, so I’ll let you be.
Cody: I hope you have a good evening.
I couldn’t believe it. But damn, he was right. What does one do when the object of your desire shows interest? Especially when there’s the possibility that you’re out with someone else?
After everything I’d told Cody, he should know that I didn’t do cheating, and I’d never even contemplate seeing anyone else if he and I were together. But we weren’t seeing each other, were we? I couldn’t help it. I had to play with him just a little. Hopefully it didn’t backfire and cause more damage than it did good.
Me: Thank you. Yes, I had a very good and relaxing evening. It was almost exactly what I needed, and now I’m ready for bed.
I watched as the typing bubbles danced on my screen. At least he was near his phone and had seen my message. Fingers crossed I hadn’t taken things too far and ruined my chances with him before I even got to touch him.
Yeah, I was older, yeah, I had a few gray hairs, but I had stamina and didn’t feel old. Hopefully if Cody gave me a chance, he could keep up. Perhaps that was what I needed to show him. Maybe he needed to know I wasn’t too old for him.
Cody: I’m glad you enjoyed your evening. I won’t keep you. Again, I’m sorry for dining and dashing.
I smiled, but instead of replying, I simply plugged in my phone before setting it on the nightstand. I pulled up the covers, and after rolling over, I closed my eyes. I was tired and, thankfully, sleep came quickly.