Chapter 20
Chapter Twenty
Cody
As emotions swirled within me, I tried to plan my next move. Obviously making Lorcan feel good was the most important thing. But I also needed to show him how important he was to me.
I asked him to move in.
He basically said yes.
I told him he’s meeting Aunt Genessa.
He actually looked excited at the prospect.
Could things really be this simple? Undoubtedly Justin would have something to say. Kennedy would want to get a word in edgewise—of that, I was certain.
I scratched under Lorcan’s chin. “Pumpkin, do you want to take the ears and paws off so they’re not damaged? I can always buy—”
“Please.” He held out his paws. “We can play another time. Tonight feels—” He swallowed. “Is this real?”
My heart broke a little as his eyes shimmered. “Yeah, this is real.” I didn’t point out how just insane this was. Because nothing—absolutely nothing—had ever felt so perfect. Like this was meant to be.
Gently, I removed his ears and his paws. Like they were the most precious things in the world, I put them on my nightstand. And perhaps they were. Maybe this bond transcended a normal romantic relationship—because we were both able to be our authentic selves. I scratched under his chin.
He closed his eyes in evident bliss. “You’re wearing too many clothes.”
“I’m wearing a bathrobe.”
“I wish I could’ve seen the driver’s face.”
“Well, I gave him an extra-large tip.”
“Sounds fair.” He opened his eyes. “I need you, Cody. Please.” He grasped my hand and guided it down to his rather impressive erection.
“Oh.” I grinned. “I’m happy to do something about that.”
“I thought you might.” He held my gaze with those intense dark-brown eyes. “Will I be able to return the favor?”
For a moment, I considered. “What do you want tonight?”
“You. In my ass. Facing me. Losing your fucking mind.”
I chuckled. “That, I can do.” I stroked along his bare arm. “Are you cold? I kept meaning to ask.”
“What if I promise to always speak up? If I need something?”
Music to my ears. “That would be amazing. I might be a therapist, but I’m not a mind reader. If you can give me cues, that would be helpful. If you can be blunt, that would be even better.”
“I don’t want to hurt your feelings.”
“I can guarantee I’ll be more hurt if I find out later you weren’t honest because you were worried about my feelings.”
His brow furrowed.
I kissed his forehead—trying to ease his distress. We’d been on our way to making love, but perhaps this was a necessary detour.
“How did I get so lucky?” He whispered the words against my neck—with his breath tickling my skin.
“You said yes.” The first step to having good things happen to you, was opening yourself to the possibility.
“I’ll always say yes to you.”
I laughed. “You won’t—and that’s okay, you shouldn’t. We’re not going for a 24/7 Dom-sub relationship. Or at least that’s not what I want. I think you need some autonomy and independence.”
“I’ll be dependent on you if I move in here.”
“We’ll talk about that. We’ll make sure we find ways for you to feel equal.” I’d let him get settled before we did anything official.
But I had zero intentions of letting him go.
I kissed his nose.
He laughed.
I kissed his mouth—deep. Probing. Demanding surrender.
Which he did.
I trailed my hand down his flank to his ass.
He sighed.
I gave the butt plug a slight twist.
He gasped.
“You like that?”
“Oh God, yes.” He nipped my neck. “More, please.
“That I can do.” I eased away from him and removed the robe. Then I encouraged him to lie on his belly. I gave him long, languid scritches up and down his back. My trimmed nails scraped up and down his back as he wriggled. “This bothering you?”
“No.” His rough voice was music to my ears. “But I’m so turned on that I think I might tip over the edge.”
“Well stop squirming and trying to hump the bed.”
He stilled. And laughed.
For a final time, I ran my fingers down his back—on either side of his spine.
Then I trailed them down to the globes of his ass.
He might’ve been just a little saggy, but I liked that.
A mature man with a life lived. With plenty more to go, if I had my way.
I wasn’t going to let a quarter of a century in age difference dictate our lives. That wasn’t who I was.
I grasped the base of the plug and turned it. Not much—just enough to get his attention.
“Please, Cody. Please.”
“Please what?” I kind of liked him begging, so I twisted it a bit more.
“I want you inside me. As nice as the plug is, I need you.”
That I could do. I snagged the bottle of lube from the nightstand.
After a moment, I grabbed a condom as well.
We were both negative, but we hadn’t gone as far as bareback—which I’d never done before.
But damn, I wanted to do it with him. You’ve got all the time in the world for that step.
Yeah, we did. So, I donned the condom, slathered my cock in lube, put the bottle back in the nightstand, and then positioned myself behind him.
“I’m going to take this out.” I tapped the plug.
“Only if you replace it with your cock.”
The edge to his voice made me smile. “As you wish.”
Gently—with zero haste—I twisted the plug as I slowly worked it from inside him.
He panted.
Gotta love the prostate.
When I had it fully removed, I laid it on some tissues, then I slapped Lorcan’s ass.
As he scrambled to turn over—and position himself in the center of the bed—he laughed. His eyes lit with pure delight as he put a pillow behind his head. Then he stroked himself as I moved between his spread thighs.
“Hm, fast or slow?” I pretended to ponder.
“I need you to fuck me into the mattress as fast as you fucking can.” He squeezed the base of his cock. “Or I’m going to come, and it’ll be all over.”
“For you, maybe.” I grinned. “But I’ll just have gotten started.”
He groaned. “Don’t make me beg.”
“Oh?” That had me hesitating.
“I totally will.” His grin increased. “Please, Cody, give me your fucking cock. I need you to take me to those heights where I forget everything—including my own name. I’m begging—without an ounce of shame.”
The head of his cock was red and engorged. A drop of precum leaked.
I lapped it up—spearing my tongue along his sensitive slit.
His breath hitched.
I lined myself up at his entrance. Since the plug had prepared him, I merely pushed in. Once my crown was inside, I thrust. Not too hard. But not too gentle.
He grunted. Then he trailed his hands down my flanks to my ass. He squeezed and encouraged me.
I pulled out almost to the tip, then thrust back in. Hard.
His moan was music to my heart.
So I did something I was good at—I made love to him.
Others might’ve called it fucking, but I didn’t.
Because my focus was a hundred percent on him—his reactions, his needs, the hitch of his breath, and the shimmer in his eyes.
Every time I pushed deeper into him, a sense of rightness permeated my heart.
He was my soulmate. This was right because we were two pieces of a puzzle that fit together.
“Harder, Cody. Please.” The words came out rough. His bright-red cheeks and labored breath were clear signs he was close.
I wrapped my hand around his cock and tugged. To my surprise, he stiffened immediately—his thighs gripping my hips. He let out a guttural moan and came.
Well, okay, then. He hadn’t been lying about how close to the edge he’d been. Not that I hadn’t believed him. But the proof was all over my hand.
I picked up the pace of my thrusts—encouraged by his inner walls squeezing my cock. Within just a moment, my balls drew up, and I came. Hard. Inside him.
He grasped my head in his hands as he forced me to hold his gaze.
As the climax ripped through me, I struggled to keep my eyes open. Clearly, though, this was something he wanted. Something I could give to him—my gaze focused on his. “Jesus.”
“Yeah.” His rough laugh filled the room. “You can say that again.”
My arms turned to jelly even as the orgasm began to recede and I returned to earth. To this room.
“Come here, baby.” He wrapped his arms around me.
I collapsed into them.
He held me tight.
Much later, I extricated myself. The dried cum pulled on my skin—proof I needed to get us cleaned up.
He barely stirred as I wiped his belly, chest, and cock with a warm washcloth. I cleaned myself up as well—having already disposed of the condom.
I crawled into bed and pulled him close.
He came willingly.
We slept until morning.
When his alarm went off—twenty minutes earlier than it really needed to—I gave him a good morning blow job.
Ah, maybe the twenty minutes was needed.
Then, as he showered, I made an egg-and-sausage breakfast sandwich for him to take with him as well as packed a lunch of leftover Chinese food into his lunch bag.
A grin spread across my face as I remembered feeding him last night.
My sweetheart. My puppy.
“I hate to run.” He breezed into the kitchen with a huge grin on his face.
“All good. I need to shower and head up to the ranch. The snow barely covered the grass. And the roads are clear.”
“No snow day, eh?”
“Nope. But this weekend we need to get snow tires on your truck. We can store your regular tires in my storage locker downstairs. That’ll save the storage fee.”
He bit his lower lip, even as I took his hips in my hand and brought him closer to me.
I told him, “I need you to be safe.”
“I can ask Riley for an advance.”
“Or you can borrow the money from me.” I had more than enough to cover it in my rainy-day account. Even if he didn’t pay me back, we’d be fine.
“I don’t like owing people money.”
I kissed his temple. “I know you don’t. When you’re no longer paying rent, then you’ll be able to pay me back.”
He pursed his lips. “I want to be contributing to the mortgage. I was paying rent before—I can pay it here.”