“Fuck!” I shout before I’m aware of it, but not from discomfort—quite the contrary.
He can see it on my face and snickers, approving my response. The dark, lustful look in his eyes is in stark contrast to his looks and personality. He has a kind face, so different from the people I usually hang out with—typical French models with cheekbones that could cut steel. Beautiful people, and they know it. They’re fun and great at partying, but best kept at arm’s length unless one is looking for a broken heart. I’ve seen that happen plenty of times. So different from my Cody. He’s attractive in his own way, and the only person who can make me feel this way. And with a bigger cock than any of them, I’m sure of it.
His finger slides in, and he starts fingering me slowly, readying me in the way I’m very quickly becoming addicted to. I wish I could have his fingers in my ass every night, poking, teasing. Someday, I know I’ll immediately crave his cock instead of his fingers, but that’s going to take some getting used to. That thing is quite a lot to handle, after all.
Luckily, he seems aware of that as once again he takes his sweet time preparing me. At some point, it starts to look like he won’t stop until I come, and I can’t say I mind, but the thought of climaxing from his cock is more enticing to me.
“Cody,” I barely manage to get out. He gets the hint and pulls his fingers out. I can hear the sound of rubber stretching as he puts the condom on himself.
“Turn around,” he says. “On your belly.”
I’m happy to. Once I’m turned around, he pushes my sweater up almost impatiently, exposing me. I spread my legs in a silent invitation. Now, lying on my stomach, I can’t see him, so I don’t know when it will happen. I wait, impatiently holding my breath, my body itching with need, until he presses his big cock against my hole.
For a second, I gasp involuntarily, then I remind myself of the most important thing. I have to breathe—that’s the only way to do this.
Even though I’m now taking deep breaths, it almost feels impossible again when he breaches me, but I know now that I can do it. I can handle his cock in me. I’ve done it before, and I want it even more this time.
For a little while, he stays motionless inside me. Then, perhaps when he notices my breathing has slowed, he starts moving.
His thrusts are deliberate, almost as if he’s trying to savor every single one. He’s fucking me slowly. His hands are at my sides, keeping me in place. I couldn’t go anywhere even if I wanted to. His weight is holding me down, his body warm and comforting on top of mine, and his cock is so deep in me, it almost feels like it’s a part of my body.
I’m pressed into the mattress, my head in the pillow, and I bite into it as my hands dig into the sheet. With every thrust, the pain subsides, or maybe adds to my pleasure, and the sensations inside me are mind-consuming... I feel right at home, exactly where I’m supposed to be, naked beneath him with his big cock stretching me, hitting that spot in me over and over again until I’m seeing stars and I forget where and who I am.
With a man like that and a cock like his, what more could I want? This is everything I’ll ever need in life.
When his lips find my neck and start to work wonders there as he continues to fuck me, my moans grow louder. I want to come—I need to.
I lower my hand and place it over my cock, trapping it between my fingers and the mattress. A feeling of relief washes over me when I touch it. I’m so close now, so so close.
“Oh God, Cody.”
He groans in response, the sound rough and deep, and I know what he wants from me. No other words are needed.
“More, please, Daddy. Give me your cock.”
At my foul mouth, he moans and thrusts harder, and now he’s really hitting the spot again, again, again ...Ah.
There it is.
Before I know it, my cum starts shooting out of me, landing on my hand and the sheet. I let the feeling take over, encouraging me to make sounds I later don’t remember, something that sounds like, “Oui,oui,oui.”
It sets him off as well, along with another deep thrust, and from the way he tenses on top of me and moans, I can tell he’s coming. I wish I could have his hot cum filling me. Damn that stupid condom. We’ll have to find a way around that as soon as possible.
The aftershocks hit him, and he’s rocking inside me in a way that’s almost too much for me after climaxing mere seconds ago. But I lie still, recovering from my own orgasm, and wait as his motions become slower. I listen to his groans that slowly turn softer, and eventually he lies motionless on top of me, breathing fast.
After a while, he pulls out, rolls off me, and removes the condom, and I wait a little longer for the next thing I look forward to. It’s the part where I can snuggle up with him.
At first, he seems surprised when I press up against him. Then the soft moan that leaves him shows he understands what I’m trying to do and how much he loves it. A moment later, he lifts his arms to wrap them around me. I place my head on his chest, wrap my arm around him, and relax half on top of him, holding him.
I let out a sigh of relief, cuddling up in his arms, saying in French the only word that comes to mind. “Enfin.”
He nods. “Finally,” he says, translating what I just said. It makes me wonder if he’s been learning more French since I removed myself from his life.Mon Dieu, this man is amazing... and I’ll never leave him again.
Chapter 22: Luc
When I wake up the following morning, I’m disoriented, trying to identify my surroundings. Once most of my sleepiness wears off, I remember what happened the day before and who I’m with. I’m at Cody’s place; I slept with him and spent the night here. Excitement fills me as I turn to look for him. Luckily, he isn’t very far. He’s already awake and sitting upright, leaning against the headboard.
“Hey, big guy.”
