His hand lands on the back of my head, and with every second that passes, with every swipe of his tongue, I feel my boner growing, until it feels like it’s made of steel, until it hurts.
I moan and press it against the inside of his leg because I want him to feel it. I want him to know.
“Do you feel that?” I ask, my voice rough. “What you do to me? You’ve driven me crazy from the day I met you.”
He chuckles and presses harder against me, answering my question without words. He has my cock pressing hard against the inside of his leg, but I can’t feel his. I hope that doesn’t mean he’s soft, but rather that he’s hiding a small package under his trousers, too small for me to feel. I picture it, and the fantasy makes me almost come in my pants. I have to stop before I burst because... that’s not what I want out of this. Not just that, anyway.
“Luc,” I mutter against his lips. Disgruntledly, I pull away just a bit, going against my desire to ravage him. But if I don’t say it now, I don’t think I ever will. “I’m loving this, but—”
He shushes me and pulls me back in, clinging onto me like I’m something he needs to be able to breathe. “Then don’t stop.”
Before I know it, I’m back to kissing him and on the verge of forgetting what I was about to say. Minutes pass with us exploring each other’s tongues and mouths, discovering each other’s fully clothed bodies with our hands. But I can’t ignore what I want to tell him, it’s too important for that, so I try again.
“Luc,” I mutter. “It’s just that... “ Kiss. “You should know...” Kiss. “I’m not looking for a hookup. I want more.”
He finally pulls away and blinks, his expression unreadable. I register that his hand is still on the back of my head, and I’m very aware of it. “More what? More dates?”
“Yes, more dates.” I wrap my hands around his waist and lean in slightly. “Dates that will eventually lead to a relationship, maybe.”
He scoffs. “Now who moves fast?” His words cause me to panic, but to my relief, he’s smiling. “We’ll see. First, tell me this. Do you still party, old man?”
I hadn’t expected that question, especially right now, with my body between his legs. “Party?”
“Yes, you know, partying? Going out for drinks? Visiting clubs?”
I can’t help but scoff softly. Going out for drinks is one thing, but clubs are something entirely different. I last went to one around six months ago, and I did not care for it. I suppose there’s a time for everyone to outgrow clubs, and for me, that time was apparently at the age of thirty-six—or perhaps it was already before that.
But I’m willing to endure it for him.
“I don’t love it. But we can go if that’s what you want.”
He nods. “I’ll give you the address. Be there at eleven.”
“What, tonight?!”
“Yes, it’s Saturday, so eleven tonight. “
Eleven... Goodness me. I’m not made for this anymore. At least I don’t have to work tomorrow. I don’t think I’d survive that.
“Can I still see you before then?”
“Depends. Can you be around me without distracting me from work? Or stop looking at me like you want to eat me?”
I think we both know the answer to that. “No.”
“And you want to take your time with me?”
“Definitely.”
He smirks. “Then maybe just meet me at the club.”
I can’t suppress a groan. There’s no denying that even though I want to pursue him for as long as it takes for him to fall in love with me, a massive part of me wants to skip the club and take him home to my bed. I guess that’s going to have to wait.
Chapter 6: Cody
When we arrive at the club at eleven—after I downed several cups of coffee at home—there’s a long line in front of the entrance. All are people who look younger than me. It’s already making me feel out of place.
“Oh,” I say as I see the crowd, trying to sound disappointed but actually feeling relieved. Hopefully, this means we can change plans. “Look at that line, it’s endless. Maybe we should go somewhere else?”
