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Chapter Nine
Theo
Cy holds perfectly still. Watching me. Waiting for me to make the next move. Tomakethem shut up.
There’s a playful look in their eyes, daring me to say something. Dosomething.
If only I wasn’t completely frozen.
“Come on,” Cy scoots closer, grabbing my hand that was just on their mouth. They open their lips to slide their tongue over my finger in a slow seductive mockery of a blow job. “You want me to stop talking about your dick? Then why don’t you give me a reason to stop?”
There’s no mistaking Cy’s meaning.
The idea of them sucking me off should be disgusting, but my dick throbs, growing thicker. I swallow as I push up to a sitting position, pulling my hand away from Cy. They stay there, still watching me. It’d almost be easier ifCy were the one leading this. It’s harder to move myself in front of their face. It means admitting I want it.
Cy stays lying down as their hand goes to my hip, guiding me closer as they move between my legs. They look up at me as they lick their lips. I shove my boxers down, moving the fabric out of the way to free my dick. Their tongue curls around the tip, tracing my slit, and I bite my lip. “Is this what you wanted?” Cy asks.
“I … don’t. I’m not—” My words change into a moan as Cy sucks me deeper into their mouth. Their hand moves to my lower back, pulling me in until my dick hits the back of their throat. My hand goes to Cy’s hair. Threading my fingers through the long brown locks, it’s almost possible to pretend they’re someone else. Their hair hangs loose over their bare back and with the way they’re lying face down, all I can see is their ass framed by that scrap of fabric Cy calls underwear.
Then Cy pulls off. Their mouth leaving my dick with a pop. “You’re notwhat?” they ask. “You want me to stop, Teddy? If this is toogayfor you …” they trail off, giving my dick another teasing lick.
I know Cy is fucking with me. Trying to get me to say something like this morning. Waiting for me to ask them to touch me. To admit I want this.
My dick aches, missing the touch of their mouth. “No.”
“What was that?” Cy moves their hand, no longer touching me.
“I … I want it. Just don’t stop. Please.” I loosen my grip on Cy’s hair. It’s tempting to pull their mouth back to my dick, but I don’t think that will get me the results I want. Cy doesn’t waste time dragging more words from me. Their lips seal around my erection. I might be the one with my cock in Cy’s mouth, but we both know they’re steering this train wreck.
I give up the pretense of thinking it could be anyone else but Cypress. Something about this whole situation feels different from any girl sucking me off. Cy works me over with firm, confident slurps and sucks, their hand wrapped around the base of my dick. I’m embarrassingly close to coming, and they’ve barely started. My hand tightens in Cy’s hair, pulling at the long brown strands. “Close,” the warning leaves my lips with a moan.
But Cy pulls off again.
“What?” I ask, not sure what I did wrong.
“Shh, it’s fine. Just give me a moment.” Cy sits up, and their hands move to the waistband of their underwear. They shove the fabric off, wrapping their hand around their dick and stroking it. My eyes are glued to where Cy’s hand idly plays with their cock.
They don’t give me any warning as they lean down again, taking my length back into their mouth. I can still see Cy’s hand moving as they jerk themself off. I’m so busy watching them that the delicious feeling of their mouth is more of an afterthought. The slide of Cy’s hand over their cock is hotter than I thought it’d be. It’s hard to think of why I didn’t want to do this. I come watching the tip of Cy’s thumb dip into the slit of their dick. A drop of pre-come transferring to their finger.
Cy sits up again, breathing heavily as their hand works faster. Their eyes close as they let out a moan. There’s a trail of saliva mixed with cum at the corner of Cy’s mouth, but I’m too blissed out to say anything as a hot splash hits my leg. Cy just came on me.
I stay still as Cy settles into place on the bed next to me. “So much for the clean sheets,” they say with a laugh.
“You just …” My hand reaches around for something to wipe off the mess, but as I lift the fabric to my leg Cy laughsharder. I’m holding their rainbow underwear. It doesn’t do much as I wipe off the puddle they left behind.
“Let me help,” Cy says with another chuckle as they sit up again. They grab my shirt from the floor and use it to wipe away what’s left. Cy’s eyes meet mine as they drop the shirt off the side again, and I swear I see a slight smile.
I still have no idea what we’re doing. This isn’t like us. I could write off the first time as some crazy one-off, but … now?
“Little advice, don’t overthink it. Straight, bi, gay, the labels don’t really matter. Get some sleep.” Cy goes silent and I try not to over-analyze what just happened. If only it was that easy.
I wave the next car in line forward, motioning with my hands to line up their wheels for the car wash. It’s not the best job, and it has absolutely nothing to do with my major, but it’s better than staying home all day. At least I’m getting paid. I hold my hand up in a stop position and gesture to the sign that tells the driver to put it in neutral. From there, I follow the checklist in my mind, hitting thebuttons on the control panel to signal the automatic wash cycle that was selected.
Another car pulls up, and I grit my teeth. It’s a bright pink in color, and the driver is grinning at me with a knowing smirk. Cy must have seen my uniform yesterday when I got back from work. Their window is already down, and Cy waves at me as I walk closer.
“Welcome to Speedy Duck Car Wash. How can I help you today?” I push through my memorized sales pitch, stating the prices for each wash.
“You know I’m a little disappointed it’s an automatic car wash. I was hoping you’d clean my car with a sponge in a speedo.” Cy looks me over like they’re imagining it.
