“No, not once.”
He nods and blinks a few times. After staring at me for several seconds, his expression tense, he says, “Okay. I’ll tell you.” Basedon those words, I gather I must have done something right. “About my self-esteem issues.”
“Please tell me. I want to know. I won’t laugh, I promise.”
He takes a deep breath, presumably for courage. “Il est...petit.”
I blink slowly, trying to process the revelation. I know whatpetitmeans, but I don’t immediately understand what he’s saying. “Small?” I frown at him, weighing his words before the meaning hits me. My eyes widen. “Wait, you mean, small down below?”
“Oui.”
“How small?”
“Eight centimeters.”
That’s small, right? It definitely sounds small. God, this keeps getting better and better... How can it be thatmydream guy is right here, working at this cake shop? I have the urge to smile, to laugh almost, but I know he’d take it the wrong way, so I press down the urge. First, he needs my support. Then, maybe, I can let some of my excitement out.
“I don’t know how small that is exactly, but it’s no problem for me. Because you see, I was hoping I could get you off with mine anyway.”
He cringes at my words for some reason, and panic surges through me. Did I mess this up?
“Mais il y a un autre problème.”
“What other problem?”
“I’m a virgin,” he says softly. “Just like you at twenty-one.”
Almost immediately, my mouth falls open from shock. I feel like he just lifted his hand and smacked me over the head with it. Given the level of surprise I feel, he might as well have. “A virgin?! Seriously?” I look him up and down. “You really don’t have that energy.”
He shrugs, not looking like his usual smug self at all. “I suppose I hide it well. But I have... How to say? Uncertainty because ofmypenis.”
I barely manage to suppress a chuckle at the statement. One thing I know about the French is that they’re usually not prudes. It shows on him. He’s uncertain, but no longer afraid to tellmeexactly why that is, casually talking about his genitals.
Still, what a surprise. Luc’s a virgin... I can’t help feeling slightly disappointed, though, because it means he probably won’t be the dominant bottom I’d hoped he’d be. But let’s get something straight: I love a bottom with a big mouth and a small cock, and I adore the one standing before me. No, it’s not a deal-breaker. I still want Luc. I can’t wait to breach him and unleashmysaved-up load in between his tight white ass cheeks... if he’ll let me. The thought immediately makes my cock turn hard as steel.
“You don’t have to be uncertain about your size, at least not with me. Because it just so happens, I have a kink for that.”
“A kink?”
“It means I prefer to have sex with men with small genitals. It turns me on. And as I said, I plan to make you come with mine—which isn’t small, I should say. But I’ll be gentle.”
He blinks a few times, then his lips hint at a smile. It tells me I’m on the right track. “It turns you on?”
“Like nothing else.”
His smile widens, the tension visibly falling from him. “So, you’ll take me home with you and we fuck?”
This time, I freely laugh at the lack of subtlety. He looks so eager all of a sudden, now that he knows he doesn’t have to be insecure around me. “That’s exactly the plan, princess.”
“Then I’d better hurry up.”
I give him a nod. I can’t wait to take him home with me.
***
My house might not be far from the shop, but the walk there still feels too long. I want to put my hands on Luc’s body, place my mouth on his dick, put my finger up his ass, and then replace it with my cock and make him come. And even more than that, I want him to tell me to do all those things to him.
“Remember, you call the shots,” I tell him once we’re at my house. “I’m just here for your pleasure.”
