Chapter 50 Good Boy
CHAPTER 50: GOOD BOY
JACE
T he sun peeking through Lacey’s blinds wakes me up. She looks so peaceful sleeping. I pull her in tighter and press a kiss to her head. As much as I want to wake her and repeat our night, I also want to show her I’m serious and want to be with her.
I slowly climb out of bed and locate my boxers.
“Jace?” she questions, rubbing her eyes with her hands. “Where are you going?”
I walk around her bed and sit down next to her.
“Go back to sleep, pixie. I’m gonna go make us breakfast.” I run my hand down her face, smoothing her wild hair. She nestles back into the pillows and I plant another kiss to the top of her head. A sleepy smile breaks across her face and her eyes fall shut.
Once in the kitchen, I begin to inventory what the girls have. I’m not sure what they eat because the pantry and fridge are pretty much empty. It’s mostly ice cream toppings, and I laugh to myself.
On the counter sits half a loaf of bread. I manage to find two eggs, an almost empty gallon of milk, cinnamon roll-flavored coffee creamer, and some whipped cream. It looks like we’re having French toast.
I start the water for her tea and a pot of coffee for me. Then I whisk together the eggs and coffee creamer because the little bit of milk I found I’m going to need for Lacey’s London Fog. I turn the bread in the mixture and add it to a pan on the stovetop, flipping it when it becomes golden brown. The kettle begins to whistle, and I walk through the steps of making her favorite drink.
I pour my coffee and then plate the food, topping each slice with a dash of cinnamon. I place the can of whipped cream on the tray. I’m not sure if the food is going to taste good, but it smells delicious.
Making my way back toward her room, I push the door open with my back. She’s still asleep, and I take a moment to take her in. She’s absolutely stunning. She begins to stir a bit and sits up against her headboard. Her tits are on full display and nothing but the thin sheet is covering below her waist. My dick hardens at the sight of her, but I remind myself we have all day. This morning is about showing her what life could be like with me and maybe telling her how I feel.
“Morning, J.” She smiles, stretching her arms above her head with a yawn.
“Morning, you hungry?” Her eyes trail my body down to the outline of my cock. Her tongue pops out of her mouth and wets her lips. “I meant breakfast,” I chuckle.
“What did you make?”
“French toast.” I walk around her bed and place the tray of plates and mugs across her lap. “I couldn’t find the syrup, but you had whipped cream, so I hope that’s okay.”
“We’ve been on an ice cream sundae kick lately.” She laughs. Turning the can over, she places a huge dollop on top of her toast. She swipes her finger through the sweet cream and sucks it into her mouth, moaning around it.
Fuck me.
“Whipped cream is perfect,” she says. Her lips form into a smile that has me questioning if I should forgo the French toast and have her instead.
“Have I told you that you’re gonna be the death of me?” I laugh, climbing back into the bed next to her.
She takes a bite of her breakfast and sips her drink. “This is delicious, thank you.”
“I’m glad you like it.” I take a bite and thank the universe that it doesn’t taste like garbage; it’s actually pretty good.
“So you never said, did you finish When He Was Wicked while you were with your uncle?” she asks.
“Not yet, but I’m almost done. I’m really liking it so far.”
“Good, I can’t wait to hear what you think.” She smiles at me and I take another bite of my food. She gestures toward the ink covering my left forearm. “What’s that tattoo mean?”
“The camera is one of my favorites that I use in the field, and then I had my tattoo guy turn some of my favorite memories into photographs.” I point to one of the photos. “This one is a family of Vancouver Sea wolves. After mom died, Eli, myself, and a couple of other guys went up to Vancouver to research the wolves. They’re a really cool species. This was my favorite photo I took on that trip.”
She smiles. “Is it a mother wolf and its cub?”
“Yeah, it reminded me of my mom.”
“That’s really sweet. She would have loved it. What about this one?” She points to another photo inked on my arm.
“Humpback dolphins. It was a super small team and we went to the coast of Morocco to learn about their behavior. I related to them so much. They’re pretty elusive animals and usually steer clear of people. At that time, I didn’t have many friends.” I chuckle to myself. “On our second boat trip out, we spotted a small pod of them and I realized they really weren’t all that alone and I didn’t have to be either.”
She lets out a little hum and takes another bite of her breakfast. “I like hearing about your adventures. Is this one the Bix?” she asks, pointing to a picture of two small parrots.
“Sure is.”
“And what’s this one?” She points to the final photo. “There isn’t an animal.”
“It’s the night sky above your parents’ house the night before I left for D.C.”
She sets her plate on her bedside table and inspects my arm.
“I found the star map of that night and had him duplicate it,” I explain.
“Is that a shooting star?”
“It is.”
“But, I thought you didn’t believe in shooting stars?”
“I don’t.”
“Then why do you have one tattooed on your arm?” She looks up at me, her eyes a little glossy like she’s putting the pieces together. Her fingers trail over the stars permanently on my skin.
“Because that night was the last time I was truly happy.”
“But you were leaving the next day?”
“That’s not what I mean.” I shake my head and set down my plate. “I had you that night. After I left, everything changed.”
She’s quiet for a minute while she processes my admission. “You got a tattoo for me?” she asks tentatively. “But I broke up with you. I completely blocked you from my life for ten years. How did you not completely hate me?”
I pull her into my lap, so she’s facing me. Brushing her hair out of the way, I take her face in my hands.
“I told you before I could never hate you. I want you. For the last ten years, I dreamed about getting to touch you the way I did last night. I’ve fantasized about waking up to you in my bed and getting to make you breakfast. Getting to take you on dates, even if that means we just stay in, hang out, and eat our favorite foods. This is everything I’ve ever wanted. You’re everything I’ve ever wanted.”
Her lips find mine, and I open, letting her in. She tastes like whipped cream and cinnamon. The kiss is slow and tender. She runs her hands through my hair before pulling away.
“So,” she begins, a little breathless from our kiss, “does this mean we’re doing this? You and me. We’re going to try again?”
“Oh, we’re doing this.” I flip her over, so she’s on her back and I’m hovering above her. She meets my gaze. “But, only if it’s what you want too.”
“You are definitely what I want, J.” She smiles, then lifts her head and plants a quick kiss on my mouth. “But, we’re going to need to finish breakfast first.” She rolls out from under me, laughing. “You’re going to need all the energy you can get for what I have planned for after we’re done.”
She grabs the can of whipped cream and begins to add more to her plate.
“Not so fast,” I say, grabbing the can from her hand. “I’m hungry, but not for breakfast.”
I pull her toward me, laying her on her back. She lets out a giggle. “Don’t move,” I warn. I take the can and give it a good shake before placing a trail of small dollops of whipped cream from her neck down to her most sensitive spot.
I set the can aside. Starting at her neck, I move my tongue down the trail of sweet cream. She lets out a small whimper. “Don’t move, pixie.” I trail two fingers through the whipped cream on one of her nipples. Bringing my fingers to her mouth, she opens immediately and sucks me clean.
“Fuck,” I almost growl out, as her tongue twirls around my fingertips.
My eyes trail down her naked body. The white cream contrasts with her sun-kissed skin. She’s on full display for me and I love it. I’ll never get enough of seeing her like this.
“Can you lay there like a good fucking girl and not move while I clean you up?” I ask.
“I don’t know,” she says, her face breaking into a wicked grin that threatens to end me right there on the spot. “I might need you to tie me up. I’ve never been very good at following the rules.”
“Fuck, you sure?”
“Go in my closet and grab the purple scarf off my bag,” she says, and I do as I’m told.
When I crawl back onto the mattress, I find her with her arms already above her head. I quickly secure them to her headboard with the silk fabric. “Is that okay?” I ask. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You aren’t going to hurt me, J. I trust you.” I lean forward, pressing a kiss to her lips. I move down her body following the sweet trail and when I get to her breasts I take each one into my mouth. I suck them clean, spinning my tongue around each nipple. She remains still, but not quiet. Every flick of my tongue causes her to moan and my cock to throb.
I lick down her abdomen and when I glance up, I find her eyes locked on me. Her hands are tied above her head and her breasts rise and fall with each heavy breath.
“You’re so fucking pretty all tied up for me like this,” I say against her skin, continuing to move down her body. She shutters under my compliment, and her breath hitches as I lick along her thigh, stopping right before I get to her most sensitive place. She breathes out my name, and her hips rock forward.
“Even all tied up, you still can’t help yourself, can you?” I lick down her other thigh. “So fucking desperate for me to taste your cunt, aren’t you?”
“Please,” she begs, thrusting her hips again.
I run a finger down her wet slit and she moans. I do it again and her moans get louder.
“I fucking swear, you better stop teasing me,” she warns.
“So bossy.” I do it one more time, stopping at her sensitive bud and circle it with my fingertips.
“For the love of?—”
I place my lips over her clit, sucking it into my mouth. I don’t think I’ll ever get used to how good she tastes. I work my tongue up her center, flicking it against her clit.
“Fuck… yes… more…” Her words are choppy. Breathless.
She’s so fucking wet and I lap up every bit of what she gives me with long, slow licks of my tongue. She begins to move, her hips rocking into my face, searching for friction and I place one of my hands across her stomach holding her still. I continue to devour her, working her most sensitive spot, until her body begins to tense and she falls.
Kissing up her body, I move until I find her mouth and kiss her deeply. “You’re so fucking sexy, pixie.”
“I want to taste you,” she says, breathing heavily. I untie her wrists and flip over to my back. She moves down my body, planting kisses as she moves and when she gets to my waist she tugs my underwear down and my cock springs free.
Taking it in her hand, she rolls both fists down my shaft and I let out a groan. “Now, are you going to be a good boy and let me suck your cock? Or do I need to tie you up?” she asks, biting her lip.
My cock grows harder. I thought praising her turned me on, but hearing her call me a good boy does something to me that’s hard to explain.
“I can be good,” I breathe out.
She smiles up at me, and then I watch as she dips her head. Her tongue trails up my length and the feeling of her mouth is almost too much. I let out a hiss and I feel her smile against me. She sucks me into her mouth. With one hand she fists the base of my cock and with the other she plays with my balls.
“Fuck me,” I bite out, trying to pull away from her, but she doesn’t listen. I know if she continues for much longer, I’m going to come in her mouth and while the thought of that is tempting, I want to make her come again. She continues to work me over and over. Her tongue swirls around the head, her hands working perfectly in unison with her mouth.
“If you don’t stop, I’m going to come,” I warn. “Come up here and fuck me, baby.”
She sits up on her knees and tucks her heels under her ass. “I said I wanted to taste you, so let me taste you,” she says.
Her head dips forward and she takes all of me into her mouth. She hollows out her cheeks and swallows me deep into the back of her throat. My whole body tenses at the feeling and I come apart in her mouth. She doesn’t stop until she’s swallowed every last bit of me.
She moves up the bed and lays her head next to mine. “Such a good boy,” she teases.
“You’re such a fucking brat.”
She gives me a quick peck. “Don’t you fucking forget it,” she says rolling out of bed and moving to her bathroom. I watch as she walks away. Her bare ass swaying as she moves.
“You gonna join me, J?” she asks, looking over her shoulder.
Jacks: I know you’re crazy busy with the wedding coming up, but I was hoping you or someone from your office could help me with something.
Donovan: I’m off starting Wednesday, but my partner Jaime is in all week. Give me a second and I’ll share her contact.
Donovan: Jaime Smith Contact
Jacks: Thanks, D. I’ll reach out.