Chapter 27 Luc #2
Cody chuckles and looks up, studying me.
I can only imagine my despair is written all over me.
I’m breathing faster than I thought possible, my chest rapidly rising and falling as I’m gasping for air, and begging him with my eyes.
And luckily, my silent plead is enough. He lowers himself, takes my cock into his mouth, and stops teasing me—finally.
Although I have been fooling myself by thinking I was ready for it because now, Cody is absolutely worshipping my cock, swallowing me down, and God, I don’t know what to do with myself.
His mouth envelops my cock. That’s a perk of being small: he can take all of me into his mouth, whereas I don’t think I’ll ever be able to do the same to him. I most certainly will try, but it seems impossible.
No, I don’t see any downsides to my size anymore, when he swirls his tongue around my cock, all the way from the base to the tip.
I’m moaning and squirming with his touch, with every swipe of his tongue, with every suck.
Just when I think he’ll actually lose my mind, he adds to the experience by pressing his thumb against my hole, bringing me closer to the edge.
“Oh my God, Cody.”
He shakes his head. “Not Cody.”
I know what he wants from me. “Daddy,” I say, as filthy as I can.
He lets out a deep groan and buries his face in my crotch again. For a moment, I find myself thinking how strange it is that I was fucked before I had anyone’s mouth on my cock, but it doesn’t matter. I’m just glad it’s him doing all of it.
My mind goes blank when he swallows me whole and starts licking and sucking like he’s on a mission.
This time, he doesn’t stop until I’m shaking and kicking.
Before long, his mouth, along with his thumb rubbing my hole, pushes me over the edge.
I burst, gratefully unleashing my load into his mouth, and he eagerly catches every drop of it.
I’m scraping at the bedsheets and the headrest, losing my mind with pleasure. The knowledge that I’m coming in his mouth only makes it better. What a wonderful mouth it is. I can’t wait to see what else it can do, and to have it repeat what it just did to me countless times.
It’s probably a good thing Cody and I will have to go to work at some point, because otherwise I would never let him leave this bed.
When the feelings subside, I can hear Cody swallow a few times beneath me. He wipes his mouth and scoots up, placing himself on top of me. “How was that?”
“Fantastique, mon chéri,” I feel as though I’m grinning like a maniac, panting heavily as I lean up to kiss him. I can taste myself on him, and the room smells like sex already. I absolutely love it.
***
That night, we make love several more times, driving each other crazy with various parts of our bodies.
When I wake up from a nap, I have no clue what time it is, and I’m lying on cum-covered sheets.
For me, this is the best life. Making love all night, sleeping, and waking up naked in a room that smells of sex, lying next to a person I love and trust .
. . this is where I’m most happy. And once we’re ready to get out of bed, we can have a late breakfast and talk. I feel like we should.
“Have I ever told you about the town I grew up in?” I ask him about an hour later. We’re sitting at the table, eating a croissant from a nearby bakery with a glass of fresh orange juice. For dessert, we’ll have the two pieces of lemon cake I made at the shop. “And why I want to go back?”
“No,” Cody replies after swallowing a bite and putting his croissant on the plate. “What’s it called again?”
“Well, I was born in a small town called Saint Claude. It isn’t much, but it’s fairly close to the most beautiful city in the world, called Besancon. Do you know it?”
Cody shakes his head. “I heard you mention it, but I don’t know it.”
“That’s probably because it’s not the first go-to city for tourists.
It’s not as well known as Lille, Nice, or Marseille, for example.
Which I think is good. Besancon is not as crowded, everything there is beautiful, and the people there are very nice.
I . . . I want to show you. That’s where I want to live, and that’s what I wanted you to agree to when I proposed. ”
The slight furrow of Cody’s brow isn’t promising. “Where is this town?” he asks.
To answer his question, I grab my phone and look up a map of France, showing it to him once I’ve found it.
I must admit, location-wise, it’s not ideal.
It’s in Eastern France, about a five-hour drive from Paris, and not close to any large cities.
However, France has a high-speed train, which can shorten the commute to Paris by two hours and comes with the benefit of not having to drive through the chaos of the metropolitan city.
I’ll mention those things once we discuss the details of what I hope will be our future.
“So, it looks quite far from Brussels,” he says. “A bit closer to Paris, but still far, and pretty close to Switzerland. It . . . could work. Maybe.”
Hope builds inside me. “Do you have to go to Switzerland a lot for work?”
“Not at the moment, but maybe that will change if I move.”
I’m clinging to the possibility, silently praying he’ll agree. “And can you work from home?”
“Yes. I’m a Risk Manager, which involves analyzing, reviewing documents, and monitoring operations, which I can do remotely. I mean, I’ll have to be at headquarters occasionally, and sometimes I need to visit clients, but yes, I can work from home.”
“The headquarters in Bruxelles?”
He lets out a soft huff. “I love how you say Brussels. Or anything French, for that matter.”
I chuckle and decide to add to it. “Je pourrais t’accompagner. Do you know what that means?”
“You’ll accompany me?”
“Oui. I could go to Bruxelles with you or Paris whenever I can.” Intentionally, I pronounce the cities in French, and in response, his lips part and he takes a soft breath.
A promising sign, as it’s combined with the love I see in his eyes.
“If your employer pays for a hotel room, it should be easy to sneak a second person in if it’s a double room.
” I smirk, leaning in closer and flirtatiously placing my hand on his shoulder.
“And that way, when you come back to the hotel after a long day of work, we can dive right into bed, and I can relieve you from all that stress.”
He groans softly. “That does sound good.”
“I could work in a cake shop. We could spend more time together. And you’ll love Besancon. I just know it.”
“We might be able to do it,” he responds, considering the idea. “If the company is okay with me moving.”
I curl my hand around the back of his neck. I need this so badly, he has no idea. “I really want this to work. Can you try?”
For a moment, Cody is silent, thinking. Then he smiles at me. “I’ll see what I can do. Anything for you, baby.”
Warmth fills me. I can almost picture it, living with him in France and spending my time baking cakes and going on trips with him. The prospect makes me swoon, and he seems excited about the idea. And just like that, it seems I’ll be getting everything I want after all.