His eyes widen in excitement. It’s the sign I hoped for and the final push I need to take this further. Without breaking eye contact, I grab the sweater by the hem and slightly lift it. I stop before he can see anything, pulling the sweater up to just underneath my private parts, to where my boxers would usually be. Just enough to prove to him I’m naked underneath. Honestly, I’m feeling excited too. I’ve been nervous and a little turned on since the moment I stepped outside wearing this.
Cody’s gaze follows my motions, and when the full meaning of it hits him, he lets out a huff. His cheeks turn red. Oh yes, that’s precisely the kind of response I was looking for.
After what feels like a long stare, he finally forces his gaze up to meet mine.
“Why are you doing this, Luc?” His voice sounds different, rougher than usual, and it reminds me of what it sounded like the last time we had sex. He’s turned on; that much I can tell. I’ll bet he’s already stiffening in his pants.
If he thinks I’ll make this easy for him, he’s very wrong. If anything, I’m going to make it impossible for him to turn me down.
I lower my hands, bringing the sweater down. “Because I’m trying to show you how it could be if we were together. I’d walk around in skimpy clothes all the time, and I promise I’ll sit on your cock every night.”
He groans, the frustration practically oozing from him. He’s still trying to resist me, for some reason, no matter how difficult it seems to be. If only he’d stop doing that.
“This is... I mean, we’re supposed to...” After several failed attempts to form a complete sentence, he sighs and starts over. “I don’t know what you want, but I won’t be your sugar daddy, Luc,” he says. “If that’s what you want, you should find it elsewhere.”
His words surprise me. I’m not sure where they came from, but that’s not why I’m here, so I shake my head. “I don’t want that. I’ll work at the cake shop, and at night you can use me however you like, simply because I want you to.” I play with the edge of the sweater again, pulling it up slightly to tease him. His eyes immediately follow. Looking at him, I can tell I almost have him. There’s one thing I can add that will hopefully convince him. “J’ai envie de toi, Cody. Do you know what that means? It means I want you.”
He bites his lip. “God, why do you always know just what to say?”
I shrug and laugh at that. “It’s a French thing.”
He lets out a deep breath, and finally, I can see his resistance crumble. It’s one of the most beautiful things I’ve ever witnessed—until he says the following words. “Come here, princess.”
I groan inwardly and don’t need to be told twice. Relief fills me as I rush across the living room toward him. Without another word, I throw myself into his arms, pressing against him and savoring his touch. In response, he clutches me so tightly it almost hurts, but I don’t care. In fact, I want more. I bridge the distance between us and kiss him, hard, my tongue pushing into his mouth as I hook a leg around his hip. His hand seizes my thigh and holds it in place, his palm pressed high against my bare skin. The heat of it nearly drives me mad, and I can’t help but think I should wear nothing but Cody’s sweater more often.
His actions show that he missed me. He’s holding me tightly, one hand wrapped around my leg and the other around my waist. I quickly become addicted to the feeling of being wanted, needed. His kissing is rougher than usual, his beard lightly scratching my skin. I start wondering what that prickle would feel like on other parts of my body. Maybe that’s one of the things I’ll soon discover. God, it feels like I’ve been waiting for this for so long. Why did I not allow myself to have him sooner?
I can’t tell which of us is more eager, and things immediately heat up, as though postponing it even for another second would kill us both. Before I know it, he slides his hand up, grabbing my left ass cheek. Holy stars.
In response, I moan and grind against him, pushing our crotches together. I claim his mouth in a dirty kiss, swirling my tongue around his, while his fingers are edging closer and closer to my asshole. My cock grows hard at record speed, and I’m aching for his touch, for his fingers deep inside me—and eventually something else that’s bigger. It’s all I could think about lately.
After another minute of passionate kissing, caressing, and grinding, Cody pulls away, breathing heavily.
“What do you want, Luc? Tell me,” he says when he breaks the kiss. I can see my lust reflected in him: he looks almost desperate, want and desire filling his eyes.
It’s an easy question. “I want you to fuck me. Right now.”
He bites his lip. “The couch is closest.”
I look away from him to glance at the couch, and I don’t have to think long. No, I don’t want to do it there. I want to be with him in his bed, where he’ll hopefully let me fall asleep in his arms after we’re exhausted from all the climaxes we’ve shared. Whereas, if we do this on the couch, it might be a reason for him to tell me to leave after. I don’t want to risk that.
So I shake my head. “I want the bed.”
He requires no further convincing, which is a relief for multiple reasons. Perhaps I don’t have to worry that he’ll want me to leave. “The bed it is.”
We rush into the bedroom, never quite letting go of each other. When we’re in front of the bed, he practically rips his shirt off, exposing his broad chest. For a moment, I’m stuck staring at him, at the trail of hair traveling from his chest to his stomach and further down, until his following words snap me out of it.
“Get on the bed, baby boy. And keep the sweater on.”
Baby boy. Keep the sweater on. Goodness, I couldn’t be any more turned on if I tried. Precum is oozing from my cock already, even though we’ve barely even started.
Happily, I obey his orders, and I press my lips together as I lower myself onto the bed. I want this so badly. When I walked out his door the morning after we first had sex, I had to go against my every instinct not to jump him. I should have known better than to resist it.
“You can do whatever you want with me,” I tell him, putting my arm behind my head and giving him the most flirtatiouslook possible. “As long as you keep calling me baby boy... or princess.”
I can see him swallow before a trembling breath leaves him. “My pleasure, princess.” My stomach swirls when he lowers himself on top of me, catching my lips in a slow, teasing kiss that takes my breath away and feels like too much and too little at the same time. I follow his pace, lazily swirling my tongue around his as I wrap my arms around him. I hear some rummaging beside me, but I’m too caught up in the kiss to register it fully.
That’s why it completely catches me off guard when he presses a lubed-up finger against my asshole.
