Chapter 8 Cody #2
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.”
He bites his lip, and I can tell he likes it that way. He wants to be fucked but still be in control.
“I take it you have all the stuff?” he asks me. “Lube, condoms?”
“Yes.”
“Where are they?”
“In the bedroom.”
“Then take me there.”
The way he says it doesn’t sound like a request but an actual order, and it makes my blood boil in the best possible way. I nod and walk ahead. When we’re there, I place myself before him, silently awaiting what he’ll say next, my arousal building again. Luckily, I don’t have to wait long.
“Take your clothes off.”
I can’t suppress the huff that leaves me. He’s barely even touched me, and yet my cock is rock-hard, dripping with precum. It’ll be relieved to be freed from my tight boxers, but I know that relief will only be short-lived. It won’t be long before I’ll need more.
Doing as he says, I quickly remove all my clothes, including my underwear.
I step out of them and meet his gaze. His gaze falls on my crotch, and when it does, his lips part and his eyes widen.
I know why: I could be considered a large guy.
I’m usually proud of it, but now, standing in front of a guy I really like who’s not only a virgin but who also claims to be much smaller than me, I’m less confident.
I want him to like it, to want it. I want him to want me.
At least it looks like he does. Lust fills his eyes when he looks at my crotch, and gently he brings his hand forward, slowly wrapping it around my cock.
I have to close my eyes and let out a groan.
Now that he’s touching me in my most intimate place, I’m about to lose my mind.
I want to hurry this up, but at the same time, I want to take all the time in the world with him.
“Let me see you too, please?”
Upon hearing my question, he looks up at me, and his hand, which had just started slowly stroking, stops mid-motion and moves away. I curse mentally, but I can’t bring myself to regret my request.
He looks into my eyes. “There’s something I need to tell you first. Will you listen?”
I nod, even though my ears are ringing. Having a conversation right now will be challenging, but I’ll try my best. Anything for Luc.
“When I was sixteen, I was in love with someone,” he starts.
“And we were going to have sex for the first time. But then, when I took my clothes off, he looked at me and . . . laughed. He laughed at me, said he was only interested in having sex with people with actual cocks, and left. He told all his friends about it, and they laughed at me too, doing this.” He raises his hand, lowering all fingers except his pinky—a mocking gesture he doesn’t need to explain further.
“It was humiliating, and it broke my heart. I’ve carried that with me for five years.
I thought I could never be naked in front of anyone again. But I think you’re different.”
My heart breaks for him a little. That settles it. I need to do whatever I can to make this right, whatever he needs to put that awful experience behind him.
“I am.” I nod. “I would never do that to you.”
“Because you have what you call a ‘kink.’”
“Well, yes, that too, but I would also never laugh at you.”
“Which is why I have to do something.” He takes a step away from me. “Sit down on the bed, okay? And just watch.”
I must say, I like the sound of that, and I do as he says, placing myself on the bed fully naked, watching him.
Without a word, he slowly starts removing his clothes, his eyes stuck on mine.
His intense gaze tells me he’ll consider it a personal offense if I look away from him, but that won’t be a problem.
My eyes are latched onto him, following his every motion as he undresses.
He pulls his shirt off over his head and drops it on the floor, exposing his chest. I have to bite my lip. He looks like I expected, but somehow better, and I can’t wait to see what comes next.
“Do you want more?” he asks me.
“Yes, please give me more,” I reply, my voice cracking.
He smiles and slowly takes off his pants, looking at me as he does it.
When they come off, a pair of dark blue boxers are revealed.
I want to sink my teeth into them and pull until they come off.
But that’s not what this is. I’m here to watch, nothing more, because as he stated, that’s what he needs from me.
And I’ll be damned if I don’t try to fulfill every single one of his wishes.
It shows that so far he’s considered this easy.
He’s been slowly taking off his clothes as if it were a game, unhesitant in how he looked at me, and chuckling when he noticed how different my voice sounded.
But it’s clear to me that something’s different now he’s arrived at that last piece of clothing—the most important item, the one that will leave him exposed.
I for one can’t wait, and I could never see myself being disappointed in what he’ll show me, but that doesn’t seem to matter to him.
A rare uncertainty shows on his features, and there’s a sudden hesitation in his motions. He’s not looking at me anymore either.
“I told you, princess, I like them small. You don’t have to be insecure around me.”
His eyes meet mine seconds before he gives me a nod. He lets out a soft sigh as he readies himself to do it, leaving me in maddening suspense for a few seconds longer as his hands travel to his waistband but remain still.
Please, I say in my mind. For the love of everything, please. The wait is killing me.
Finally, after what feels like forever, he starts pulling at the fabric, looking straight at me as he slowly removes his boxers.
Several excruciating seconds later, his hard-on pops out, and my eyes latch onto it.
It’s small. Small enough that wrapping my hand around it won’t work; I’ll have to use my fingers .
. . and tongue, while we’re at it. But my god, he’s perfect.
His body is tight and lean with muscles showing, a narrow waist beneath broad shoulders.
He’s gorgeous and I want him to be mine—just entirely mine.
His expression tells me he likes my reaction.
It probably helps that I started licking my lip while looking at his cock.
Mine is dripping with precum, which I’m guessing he noticed too.
He’s smiling widely, and the longer he looks at me, the more his uncertainty is replaced with a smug grin.
Holy hell, I think I’m falling in love with him . . .
“You like what you see?”
“Fuck, do I. It’s perfect. You’re perfect. You’re without a doubt the most delicious thing I’ve ever seen.”
“You want me?” he asks, slowly sliding his hands down his hips. I follow them longingly, unable to take my eyes off them, and swallow hard. I know we already have the answer to his question.
“I’m about to come just from looking at you, Luc. You’re so fucking hot.”
He grins widely, and I must have said exactly the right thing, because he walks up to me and sits on my lap, straddling me.
“Then fuck me, Cody.”
A groan escapes me, one that I couldn’t have suppressed even if I tried.
“God, you have no idea how much I want to.”
“I think I do,” he says, chuckling, wrapping his hand around the back of my neck. “So do it.”
I nod, happy with the order, and ready to obey. “This will probably be easier if you get on your knees.”
He doesn’t have to be told twice and positions himself on my bed, silently telling me his uncertainty has faded.
Or maybe it’s not gone, and instead, it’s that he’s relieved with the excuse to turn around and hide that part of himself.
Either way, he’s on his knees on my bed before I even finish talking, and even wiggles his ass for me a little.
No, Luc isn’t insecure about any other area of his body, that much is clear.
If I play this right, maybe I can resolve his insecurities and have him become the dominant bottom I know he can be, the way he wants to be.
Or at least, that’s what I think he wants . . . Time to put my theory to the test.
“I’ll try to make this easy for you, but feel free to boss me around and tell me what to do. It turns me on.”
He moans on my bed and turns to look at me. “Then lube me up and fuck me, Daddy.”
Jesus Christ. I was not ready for that. Not prepared for the way my cock twitches uncontrollably at those words. Nor for how my body responds to him calling me Daddy.
“Say that again,” I beg, my voice doing that strange, low thing again.
“Lube me up and fuck me, Daddy.”
“Christ,” I manage to barely get out. I’m overwhelmed and lost for words, but luckily I don’t need any. I merely need to do what he’s telling me to do.
I get up from the bed and grab the lube and a condom from the nightstand. Once I have them, I sit behind him, put the condom down within reaching distance, and squirt some lube on my fingers.
Slowly, I bring it toward him, pressing my index finger against his hole. I move it only slightly, but before I know it, he’s gasping and moaning in front of me.
“Has no one ever touched you here before?” I ask him, even though I already know.
“N-no. Please don’t stop.” Before he even finishes talking, he reminds himself of what I told him and says, “I mean, don’t you dare fucking stop.”