“Yes, Daddy,” he says, his voice strained with lust. “Put it in me.”
I will do just that, but not in the way he expects. My God, I came just minutes ago, and I’m already hard again. If things keep going as they are, we could keep fucking forever.
Maybe if I do this right, he’ll let me stick my cock in him after this—after I’ve had a taste. I want it right fucking now.
Without warning, I press my tongue against his hole and push.
I was right about one thing; he didn’t see it coming at all. To my satisfaction, he gasps, jerks, and moans loudly. Then he curses and says my name, his fingers digging into the bed sheet. It’s the most beautiful thing, and I need more.
For the present time, this hole is mine, and it will be either until the bed breaks from him pressing down on it so hard, or until he comes. I expect, and hope, that the latter will happen first.
I keep licking him, letting my tongue play with his hole as though it’s been waiting for its entire existence to do so. I switch between circling the rim, teasing him, and shoving my tongue inside him to fuck him with it. That’s what seems to ruin him the most. But I don’t stop, don’t even waver, until he shakes from pleasure and collapses, his face landing on the pillow. His moans are like music to my ears, grateful, desperate almost, like he’s clinging on to a fraction of sanity while begging for more. Oh, I’ll give him more. Until he can no longer take it.
“I love you,” he says, his voice breaking.
Part of me feels like joking and saying, “That’s easy to say when my tongue is in your ass.” To remind him of what he just said to me. But I also don’t feel like stopping. Instead, I keep going, licking and sucking, and as I continue, he’s looking more and more at a loss for what to do with himself. He’s kicking, dragging his feet, reaching out for me with his hand, only to let it fall back on the bed. The things he’s saying are incoherent, and after a while, he reaches his peak.
I shove my tongue inside him hard. He moans loudly into the pillow and starts coming.But I don’t stop there. As the first streaks of seed land on the sheet, I keep thrusting my tongue into him, keep licking his ass. Almost immediately, he starts shaking, and I know it’s too much, but honestly, I like the idea of giving him more than he can handle.
He groans out my name in despair, as if he doesn’t know whether he wants me to stop or continue. I know I should slow down, but I can’t bring myself to. Only when he stops spasming, and I’m convinced the last drop of cum has left him, do I eventually pull back, allowing him a break. When I do, he letsout soft whimpers through his fast breathing. The sounds he makes add to my lust, and something tells me we’re in for a long, hot night together. Note to self: I should definitely change the sheets tomorrow morning.
“I didn’t know...” Luc pauses, breathing quickly. “That you were going to do that.”
I chuckle. “Honestly, neither did I. But it was too good an opportunity to pass up. Do you believe I missed you now?”
“Oui,” he says. He falls silent to catch his breath. After a minute, he turns around to lie on his back and adds, “Will it be like this every time you come back from a business trip?”
“I hope so. I plan for it to be. Unless you come with me, of course.”
He puts his hand on my cheek. “Next time, I plan to.”
I smile at him, although I’m not entirely sure what’s ahead of us. The business trip I just returned from wasn’t quite what either of us expected. Also, between a wedding we have to plan, a time-consuming job I moved further away from, and families from different countries who will hopefully be at our wedding... who’s to say what the upcoming months will look like? Something tells me this might just be the calm before the storm.
Chapter 33: Cody
Throughout the following month, the vibe in the apartment starts to change. Then, during a weekend, it finally escalates. I think I saw it coming. I’ve been trying a little too hard not to think about my conversation with Luc’s father, the fact that I don’t know whether we’ll have a wedding cake, and all the things Luc keeps telling me we still have to arrange. Maybe it shouldn’t surprise me when Luc turns on me, but it still catches me off guard. Probably because he seemed fine yesterday, boasting about everything he did at the cake shop. Today, though, he’s anxious and snippy as soon as he wakes up.
“T’as déjà cherché des lieux de mariage?”he says. Not that I can make that out—he’s talking French even faster than usual.
“Sorry, what was that?”
He sighs at my inability to understand him and at having to repeat himself. “Have you looked at wedding venues yet?”
“No,” I reply, confused. “I thought you were doing that. Or that we’d do it together at least.”
Apparently, that was the wrong answer. He looks annoyed now, talking to me like he’s explaining something that shouldn’t need explaining. “We need to start planning, Cody!” he says, sounding stressed. “And we need to divide some tasks, or nothing will happen! So, how about I arrange the cake, and you start looking at venues?”
I curse internally, my stress levels rising to match his. Did he really have to bring up the wedding cake? Now I’ll have to try to talk him out of it without telling him why—while he’s angry.
“Actually, I was hoping you’d leave the cake to me.”
As I feared, the question makes it worse. “Are you crazy?” he asks me in French before switching back to English. “It’s the one thing I’m good at! And now you’re telling me to stay away frommy own wedding cake? I don’t want someone else to do it and mess up!”
“They won’t mess up. I’ll make sure of that. You focus on anything else you want to focus on and let me handle this one thing.”
At that, he starts mumbling in French again, pacing around the room until he finally stops and talks English, either because he remembers I can’t comprehend much of what he’s saying or because I wasn’t supposed to understand his mumblings.
“I don’t get you! Why are you holding me back? The wedding is in five months, Cody! Do you even want to get married?”
