Full Disclosure (Nice Guys 2) - Page 57

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 mouthed 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.

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