Chapter 6
Chapter six
Warner – Get Ready
April to May flew by, and now we were in June, preparing to go on this road trip. I still didn’t have Cody moving in with me, and I feared even breaching the subject with him. What if he did come back with a solid no? Would we continue our relationship then? How could we?
I darted around my bedroom, collecting the clothes I wanted to bring and forcing myself to ignore the increasing tension even though it buzzed in the back of my head like an active beehive. Shorts and T-shirts were a must.
Cody followed me into the closet. He had a whole rack of clothes along with three drawers here already. That little fact wanted to get under my skin, but I wouldn’t let it. He grabbed two dress shirts and a tie and tossed them on the bed next to the big suitcase.
“Cody? What do you need those for?”
“You know…maybe the cruise.” He hummed as he continued looking through the closet.
“I hadn’t thought about that.” I searched for something a little more formal to include, though I didn’t think we'd have a formal dinner this time. I thought about texting Ward to find out for sure but stopped in my tracks when Cody returned to the bed with a heavy winter coat. “Cody, I don’t think you need that. It’s summertime. ”
“Oh, right. Maybe a hoodie then?”
I shook my head. “South Florida in June. No.”
“Hmm…it might rain…” He put the coat back in the closet but brought out two pairs of jeans.
Before I could question him on the jeans, he darted out of the room.
When he skipped back in, he carried an armful of toys, including a model toy car, two stuffies, and a Tonka truck.
“These guys have never been anywheres.” He dropped the toys on the bed, but the stuffies actually went into the suitcase.
“Cody…” But before I could tell him not to bring the toys, he dashed out, feet pounding on the stairs. “Don’t run in the house, Cody.”
“Yes, Daddy.” Came floating up, but his feet were still padding loudly across the floor. He returned too quickly with a frying pan in his hands. “We need this for good breakfastes.” He plopped it right into the middle of my suitcase.
“Cody, no.” I picked the frying pan up and set it on the dresser. “What are you doing?”
Ignoring me, Cody pulled open his drawer and tossed boxer briefs and swim trunks in the suitcase.
At least those were more reasonable, but then he was looking around for something else, searching for more stuff, appropriate or not.
He darted into the closet and brought out my jeans jacket and two ties that I probably hadn’t worn in the past five years.
“You need these.” He turned and started grabbing knick-knacks off my dresser.
That was all I could take of his silliness. Grabbing Cody, I swung him over my shoulder before he could pick up any other crazy thing and gave him a swat on the ass. “You’re doing this on purpose, aren’t you, brat?” He smelled fresh like flowers and citrus, and familiarity, which I loved.
He started laughing, soft at first, but growing in intensity the more he spoke. “I’m not…really…just…needs…stuff…packed.” He was nearly hysterical by the time he finished.
“Really?”
“No,” he sighed out a long breath and smiled, looking more beautiful than ever. He shoved his light brown hair out of his gorgeous brown eyes that were filled with a playful light. That was a lot better than the deep and thoughtful looks I’d been getting too much of lately.
I tossed him on the far side of the bed that was still relatively empty. “What should we do about this?”
Cody wiggled his eyebrows. “Maybe it’s adult time?”
That was our code word phrase for sexy time, and I could not resist my boy, whether he was little or adult. Maybe especially adult.
I shoved the suitcase along with the rest of the mess he’d brought to the floor and climbed on top of him so I could mouth his throat. His hips punched up into me, since he was already hard. Nothing turned me on nearly as much as knowing he wanted me.
With my fingers in his hair, I kissed him deeply, questioning with every flick of my tongue, and he boldly answered back. Loving him was perfect.
Pulling away from the kiss, I reached for the lube on the nightstand, and he took the opportunity to undress and then get on his knees.
It was all familiar, comfortable, but no less exciting.
I was such a visual person, so seeing that gorgeous ass pushed up and ready for me made my cock painfully hard.
I stood and pulled my clothes off before joining him on the bed again, behind him.
His ass was smooth as I rubbed over it and down his thighs before dripping lube along his crack.
I loved knowing exactly how long I needed to prep him, how he felt when I stretched him out, and what his preferences were.
I knew he loved to feel the stretch, but not too much that the pain overshadowed the pleasure. Right about…here.
Slowly, I pressed inside. We stopped using condoms months ago, and now I had the pleasure of feeling his tight heat with no barriers. He moaned loudly when I was fully inside. “Now…go…”
I pulled out just as slowly, to hear him moan again, then shoved back in harder to hear his gasp. Picking up speed made his noises even better, especially when he pushed back, riding my dick. I didn’t know how long I could hold out, but I wouldn’t blow until after he did.
“Daddy…hurry. Touch me.” Cody was losing his mind, and I loved that I could still make that happen.
I reached around and grabbed his cock, stroking him in time with my thrusts. He grunted every time I slammed into him.
“Hurry-hurry. Almost there…uh…” More debauched noises came from him, then he shot off in my hand.
I fucked into him a little harder and faster, using shorter strokes as his shaft tightened around me. Then I exploded with stars behind my eyelids and my whole fucking body tingling.
We ended up on our sides with me pulling him close so I could nuzzle into his hair as I spooned him. I could still smell his clean shampoo clearly through the musky sex scent that now filled the room.
“Mmm…this is nice, Daddy.” He held my hand to his chest.
“It is.” I meant every bit of those two tiny words. This man had become my whole world, and I was going to cherish every second of it for however long it lasted. I hoped that would be a very long time, like forever.