Chapter Nine
Lorcan
Did I just say that out loud?
He’s looking at me.
Is he expecting me to make the first move?
It’s too soon, right? I should’ve waited.
Fuck.
“I’d like to kiss you, too.” Cody offered me his shy smile, and ducked his head for just a moment. Then he gazed back up at me and his bright-blue eyes sparkled with amusement. He scooted closer.
I scooted closer.
His knee touched my thigh.
I threaded my hand through his hair.
He licked his lips.
I leaned forward and closed my eyes as I tilted my face.
Our lips met.
Just the gentlest of presses. A hey, how are you…nice to meet you.
I wanted more. I let go of his hand and cupped his cheek.
He opened his mouth.
Taking that as permission, I thrust my tongue in—searching out the recesses of his mouth.
He tasted sweet and something less tangible. Almost like…desire. If desire could have a taste. He feathered his fingers through my hair as we continued to kiss. Then he grasped the back of my head and raked his fingernails against my scalp.
My cock hardened.
From that moment on, he dominated the kiss. He thrust his tongue into my mouth. He held me firmly in place with one hand, while the other traveled from my cheek to neck, and lower still.
Unerringly, his fingers found my nipple.
I’d shed my jacket when we came in, and I wore a jean shirt.
He tweaked my nipple.
I moaned.
He smiled.
And grasped the other one.
It pebbled under his touch.
He squeezed.
Again, I moaned.
As he continued his lazy journey downward, his hand rested on my less-than-flat stomach.
Don’t think about that. Clearly he doesn’t care you’re not ripped. He wouldn’t have invited you for the walk and back up to his place if he really cared about that.
He pulled back. “Are you okay with what I’m doing? We haven’t really discussed—”
“Please, keep going. I think—” I swallowed, holding his gaze. “Like I’ll die if you don’t keep going.” I didn’t even know what I was saying—what I was asking.
“Well, that goes for two of us.” He cocked his head. “To be clear—what are you asking for? What are your limits?”
“I—” That brought me up short. I blinked. “I don’t…” I swallowed. “I don’t know.” That came out more than a croak. “But please…don’t stop.”
His eyes softened. “I hear you. I would like to bring you pleasure. But I don’t know what makes you feel good. Blow jobs? Hand jobs? Just—”
I nodded furiously. “Yes and yes. And, uh, I like to give as well. Sometimes I can come just by blowing—”
My ex. Fucking Stephen.
I swallowed. “Although that was more when I was younger.” Don’t let me lose my erection. Please don’t quit. I need you to keep going.
He licked his lips. “Can I give you a blow job?”
Again, I bobbed my head. “Yes. That.”
“Those jeans look pretty tight.” His gaze settled on my crotch.
“Well, yeah. I didn’t…I didn’t come here thinking I might get lucky.”
“Nice that I can surprise you.” He rose and stood before me. “Do you want to unzip and pull yourself out?”
“Sure.”
With fumbling fingers, I managed to undo the button on my jeans and unzip my fly. I was about to lift up and lower my pants and underwear when I eyed the couch.
He chuckled. “Let me grab a towel. That leather will be cold.”
And stick to my sweaty ass. I refrained from saying that.
Moments later, he returned with a pretty light-blue towel. “From the heated towel rack—one of the few luxuries I allow myself.”
His consideration touched me. And yeah, I could see that about him. From what I could see, he lived a pretty normal life. Nothing flashy. Nothing glitzy. Just a down-to-earth guy who shared my kink.
I lowered my jeans and boxer briefs. Then I sat on the couch and positioned myself so my cock stood out.
Still erect—thank God.
“Are you comfortable?”
I nodded.
Slowly, he lowered himself between my spread thighs.
I grabbed a throw pillow and thrust it at him. “For your knees.”
He gifted me with his beautiful smile. “Thank you.”
“Yeah, well…”
He leaned in and pressed a kiss to my lips. “You’re a considerate man, Lorcan. I’m appreciative of that.” Then he took my cock in his hand.
His fingers were warmer than I expected, and his grip was firm.
I gritted my teeth as he licked a drop of precum from the tip. Jesus. Don’t think of how long it’s been. Think about the moment and what this means.
He grinned as he pulled my crown into his mouth.
Holy hell. The warmth. The slickness.
Cody swirled his tongue around me, then he speared my slit.
I nearly bucked into his mouth. So good. So good. So— I urged myself not to come as he sucked me deeper—almost to the back of his throat.
Grasping his hair, I again marveled at the softness. Like silk, slipping through my fingers. I wanted to grab and hold on tight—but I didn’t know him well enough for that. Didn’t know what his limits were. Because we didn’t negotiate.
He took me to the back of his throat.
I moaned.
He grasped my balls in his hand and squeezed. Lightly. But enough to have my full attention. He did a little twisty thing with them—it pushed me to the brink of pain, but didn’t tip me over.
As he continued to suck, the feeling of elation hummed in my veins. I’m not too old. I’m not washed up. I’m not over the hill. Oh shit—
“I’m coming. Cody? I’m coming. If you want to pull—”
He grasped my thighs and redoubled his efforts.
I stiffened. I came.
Hard.
I squeezed my eyes against the onslaught of sensation. The flying high as I reached new heights of pleasure. The sensation of being warm—both on the inside and the out. Of calmness even as he continued to suck. I wasn’t certain I had much left in me, but he just kept going.
Eventually, he pulled off me. He pressed a kiss to my cock. Then he grabbed a throw blanket that I’d somehow missed, and pulled it over me.
Finally he crawled in beside me—under the blanket. He urged me to rest my head on his shoulder as he murmured nonsensical words and feathered his hand through my hair.
The position wasn’t particularly comfortable—and my pants were still around my ankles—but I wouldn’t have moved for anything. Hell, I probably wouldn’t have been capable of moving.
We just…fit.
My eyes drifted shut.
He continued to hold me.
I didn’t know how long we stayed that way. An hour? A day? I couldn’t say.
When I reached out my hand to stroke his thigh, though, I encountered something else very hard.
He sucked in a breath.
“Sorry.” I winced, even though he couldn’t see. “You didn’t give me permission—”
He grasped my hand and guided it back to his cock. “That’s what you do to me. I was half-hard the entire drive home on Thursday night.” Again, he feathered his hand through my hair.
“I want to take care of that. Of you.” Along with the overwhelming feeling of calm, came the gratitude. That he proved to me that I still lived. That I still breathed. That my sexual feelings could be roused from their two-year slumber.
“Don’t feel that reciprocity is necessary. It’s not.”
“But—”
“You’re blissed out right now. Still coming down from your high. I want you to stay relaxed. I suspect you’ve been vigilant for years now.”
“Well…yeah.”
“I can feel the tension in you. I want you to try to let go of some of that.”
“I still, uh, feel guilty.”
“Please don’t.”
I sighed. “How about a hand job? Or maybe you could jerk off and I watch?” I wasn’t into voyeurism. Or at least I’d never thought I was. But the thought of watching Cody tug one out? Man, my cock did a little half-hearted twitch.
Again? Nope. He was definitely not rousing any time soon.
Refractory periods were a thing.
Cody chuckled. “Whatever I do, it’ll be messy.”
“You could always come in a condom. Although, how you’d jerk yourself would be…awkward.”
“I’m so close to exploding that I suspect just putting on the condom will make me blow my load.”
I sort of liked his using cruder language. He was often prim and proper. Not in a bad way. Just…thoughtful of his words. I often just blurted out whatever was on my mind. Often to my detriment. I’d learned to be more careful during the last two years.
He pressed a kiss to my temple. “I actually have condoms. And I don’t think they’re expired.”
I chuckled. “Or I can open my shirt, and you can just come on my chest. You’d have to do laundry, and I don’t think you have any clothes that might fit me.”
“Oh, I think we could figure something out. I have an old SFU sweatshirt that’s pretty big on me. I also have a terrycloth bathrobe that I can practically hide in.” He ran his hand down my chest and tweaked my nipple.
Again, my cock sort of spasmed.
“Do it. Let me unbutton—”
He batted my hands away. “Oh no, this is my pleasure.” He met my gaze. “That said, I’m going to take the blanket off. It’s a favorite of mine, and I don’t want to worry about cum stains. They would probably come out in the wash, but—”
I tossed the blanket well clear of us.
The cold air hit my cock, and I gasped.
“Do you want me to pull up your pants?”
“More clothes to clean.” I pressed my hand to his bulge. “I want to see.”
I’d liked the way he looked at me, despite the fact my cock was unremarkable. A little thicker than other guys, but the length wasn’t impressive. And no, I hadn’t gotten out a ruler.
Cody stepped between my still-splayed thighs.
As much as I wanted to sit up and help him out of his clothes, that simply wasn’t going to happen.
Pretty much the best orgasm ever, and you’re still lightheaded.
So yeah, I wasn’t moving.
He leaned over to press a kiss to my lips.
When I tried to deepen it, he pulled back—a naughty grin on his face. He grasped the top button on my jean shirt and undid it. Then the next. And the next. Soon, he had them all undone, and he pushed the sides apart.
The chilled air hit my nipples, and they pebbled.
Cody raked his gaze over my chest.
What does he see?
Plenty of chest hair. Nearly a pelt. More than a few grays mixed in with the dark brown. A soft belly. Two years away from the construction sites, and I’d gone a little, uh, flabby.
I resisted the urge to cover myself.
He pressed another kiss to my lips.
This time, I didn’t try to deepen it. I merely accepted the gentleness with which it was offered. Enjoyed the softness of those amazing lips.
He moved his attention to my neck, nibbling his way down. He stroked his hands up and down my chest—using just the right amount of fingernails.
I moaned.
He took a nipple into his mouth. He worked the bud between his teeth and bit. None too gently.
My body tightened. My nerves went on high alert. My cock made a valiant effort to rise.
Alas, that wasn’t happening.
That said, he pressed a kiss to my shaft before he pulled back. Then, slowly, he rose. He yanked his henley over his head. The heather-green color suited him, but naked was even more impressive.
I’d had the sense he was bigger than he appeared. He downplayed his looks—likely because he wanted to be taken seriously.
His light-brown hair was a little mussed.
His chest hair was a shade darker than the hair on his head.
It sprinkled across his chest and arrowed down to his happy trail.
His abs were tight—but not washboards. That fact almost made me feel better with my own soft middle.
His pecs were impressive, and his nipples—mauve-colored—puckered in the lightly chilled air.
He undid the button of his jeans, then slowly slid the zipper down.
I licked my lips at the impressive bulge in his itty, bitty, tiny gray briefs.
Slowly, he slid both them and his jeans down his hips. Carefully, so he could liberate that beautiful cock. Said cock stuck straight out and was surrounded by a nice nest of tidy pubic hair.
“Oh man.” I sighed the words as he grasped his shaft.
He spit on his hand, got a firm grip, and tugged.
A drop of precum beaded at the tip.
I’d never wanted to do anything more than to lick it, but he was already jacking himself.
His intense gaze held mine.
His motions became more and more frantic as his breathing increased.
Sweat sheened across his brow.
I licked my lips.
Even as he continued to hold my stare, his body stiffened.
“Come, Cody. For me. Do it.” I said the words low—but with urgency. I didn’t know if they’d have the desired effect—or if he even needed my permission.
With one long groan, he came.
Cum spurted from him and, despite his best efforts to direct it to my chest, it sort of went everywhere.
I laughed—I couldn’t help myself.
He rolled his eyes, with a little smirk on his face.
Slowly, he started to slacken.
I held my arms open.
He dropped back to the floor—with his knees on the pillow. He pressed his cheek to my belly. In a puddle of cum.
I slid one hand to cup the exposed cheek and, with the other, ran a finger through the cum. I brought it to my lips and tasted.
He laughed.
“Tastes amazing.”
“If you say so.” He burrowed even further against me.
I clutched him tighter.
How long we stayed like that, I couldn’t have said.