Chapter 32 Cody
Five days later, I’m finally back in Besancon and parking my car.
My house keys are stuffed in my right pocket, and I can’t wait to use them.
With very mixed feelings about my trip, I’m glad to be back, and more so, excited to see Luc again.
He knows I’m coming home this evening, and he told me he’d wait up for me no matter the hour, so it shouldn’t be much longer until I see him.
I can’t wait for it to be just us alone again, with a night of no obligations ahead of us.
I turn off the ignition and step out of the car. Without wasting time, I walk into the elevator, head to the entrance of our apartment, unlock the door, and step inside. As things are now, I’d be happy if Luc’s half as excited to see me.
And as soon as I swing the door open, his reaction is more than I could have hoped for.
He squeals, jumps up from his seat, rushes toward me, and leaps into my arms, wrapping both his arms and legs around me so that I’m carrying him.
I only barely manage to keep standing, but I don’t mind in the slightest.
“Finally,” he says, clinging to me. “That felt like much longer.”
I can only agree, holding him tightly. “It did.”
After a while, I put him down, and he pulls away to look at me. “Did you miss me?”
“I did—so much.”
He tilts his head and smiles cheekily. “Prove it.”
I chuckle. “Prove it how?”
He looks me up and down. “You look great in that suit,” he says. “Very sexy . . . I think I have an idea. If you still have energy left?”
“As long as it’s something we can do alone, I have plenty.”
“It definitely is.” He bites his lip. “I want you to pull your cock out, but leave the suit on.”
His words surprise me. Only my cock out? I’m about to ask why, but I change my mind just in time. I’d be an idiot to question this.
He starts taking his clothes off faster than I can respond.
I already feel like a lucky man. Quickly, I do as he said, unzipping my pants and pushing my boxers down while keeping the suit on.
I pull my already hardening cock out, ready for him to do whatever he wants to do with it.
But he’s still undressing himself. Holy stars, he’s taking everything off right in front of me.
Everything–even his boxers. And he shows no shame as he does it. That’s the best part.
Without another word, he drops to his knees in front of me and wraps his hand around my hard-on.
He doesn’t ask me what I want or if I need him to continue.
He just dives straight in, moving his head to the side of my cock to kiss it, occasionally softly licking it.
I place my hand on the back of his head and groan with pleasure.
His gentle hold allows me to feel the cold press of his engagement ring on the sensitive skin of my dick.
I put that ring there myself, last November, after he said yes to my proposal.
God, it’s the best feeling ever. That ring is a symbol of our love, our bond.
He’s mine—no one else’s. Now and forever.
And the fact that I can feel both his tongue and that ring on my cock makes me go a little feral.
I grab his hair more tightly and use my other hand to put it over his fingers to tighten his grip on me.
The steel of the ring is now pressing against my cock.
Unable to stop myself, I start thrusting into his mouth. “You’re mine, baby. All mine.”
My cock is lodged in his throat, so he can’t respond. He only lets out a low moan that sounds like agreement as he keeps sucking me off. “Good boy,” I tell him.
Precum leaks out of my cock as he keeps going, doing incredible things to me.
It’s like he’s playing with it, playing with me.
When he opens his eyes and looks at me, my cock deep in his mouth .
. . God, that’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.
His eyes are wide and his expression eager, teasing me when he holds my gaze.
It’s like his eyes say, “I’m yours, and you’re mine.
I know what you like and I will give it to you. ”
And that’s precisely what he does.
He takes my cock into his mouth as far as he can, until it hits the back of his throat.
The sounds he makes while doing it, sometimes letting out teasing moans, sometimes gagging, are to die for.
He’s trying so hard to please me, and those swipes of his tongue feel so fucking good, but honestly, I feel like I could come just from watching him.
He’s kneeling on the floor, stark naked, hard, submitting while somehow still in complete control over me. How is it that this guy was a virgin just seven months ago? He’s turned into a total slut, with the way he’s acting, and practically jumped at my cock the second I walked in.
He moves his head to the side of my cock, looks at me, sticks his tongue out, and starts licking softly. Oh my God . . .
His tongue circles my top, licking my slit. I let go of his hand and it slips around my base, softly squeezing it.
“God, I love you,” I hear myself say.
He pulls back with a soft pop. “That’s easy to say with your cock in my mouth.”
“It is, but I’ll keep saying it until you’re sick of hearing it.”
He smiles. “Not going to happen.”
I feel like I could fall apart in the best possible way when, after saying that, he opens his mouth and continues sucking me off.
He laps at my cock again, his lips parting and tongue sticking out.
It’s becoming too much very quickly and then .
. . Goodness, and then. He has the audacity to suck at my tip, looking straight at me, going a little further down with every suck, until my cock is halfway in his mouth and he’s gagging.
His cheeks are hollowed out, his dick is hard, and God, mine is at its limit.
Before I know it, I start coming, shooting my load into his mouth.
He catches it eagerly, and my fingers curl around his hair as I come, as he swallows every drop of me.
And to make it better, he’s hard as he does it, leaking precum. What a sight.
I stare at him until I’m forced to close my eyes, groaning and letting my head fall back as my climax hits me.
The feeling overwhelms me, and as I cling to the image of him kneeling, swallowing my cum, that only makes it better.
How did I get so lucky? I’m standing here, almost fully dressed, with him completely naked in front of me.
I’m glad I have the front door to lean against because I’m shaking through my orgasm, feeling very weak at the knees.
A familiar thought occurs to me; how does this keep getting better?
I let my climax take over, allow the pleasure to course through me, until it eventually passes.
The feelings subside almost too fast. Once I’ve come back to my senses, he stands up, wipes his mouth, and smirks at me.
Part of me just wants to hold him in my arms right now and sleep, but another, naughtier side of me has different ideas. I decide to follow that.
“You deserve a reward for that,” I tell him, nodding toward our bedroom. “Get on the bed.”
His smile widens, and he doesn’t hesitate to obey, rushing to the other room, stark naked. I admire the view as he walks ahead of me. In the bedroom, he places himself on the bed. I take the opportunity to take off my own clothes before joining him there.
His eyes don’t leave me, and he’s biting his lip as I undress. He hasn’t been soft even for a second since we started doing this. I love it. I’m going to make him come so hard, and I’m going to do it in a way he never saw coming.
“Turn around, baby boy,” I tell him. His eyes widen with curiosity, lust, and surprise at the request and the nickname.
He lets out a trembling breath before he rolls over and gets on his knees.
I place myself behind him, placing my hands on his back and slowly moving down, not stopping until I reach my destination.
My hands end up on his asscheeks. I pull them apart, exposing the most intimate part of him.
His hole is pink, puckered, and more inviting than I could ever have imagined.
I’ve had my fingers and my cock in that hole, and now my tongue will be next.
I want to taste it, to tease it. I want him in every way possible.
The best thing is that he doesn’t even know what’s coming.
His back is turned toward me, and he can’t see me.
He probably expects my fingers, and I know how eager he is for them.
His quick, shallow breaths betray his impatience, giving him away.
But what he’ll receive instead, I’m sure he’ll like even more.
First, though, I’m going to test that patience a little longer just because I can.
I squeeze his ass cheeks, playing with them for a bit, causing him to groan. Then I lean in and spit on his hole, wetting it, before I ask, “You want my spit inside you?”
“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 lets out 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.