Chapter 9 #2
It's impossible, in the face of such frank praise, not to feel ten feet tall, not to have my ego—and my cock—swell with pride. "I promise you, it's all natural."
She grins at me, wrapping her fingers around my base. "I know it is, CoCo."
My heart twinges at the nickname. When we were alone together having sex, she was Sweet Thing, and I was CoCo.
But those were private nicknames that we were careful to never use around others.
We never talked about it; it was just how things were.
It seemed obvious to both of us, somehow, I suppose.
It's bittersweet to hear, now. I'm not a nickname type of guy, to everyone else in my life.
I'm exclusively either Cole or Mannix—and with Fee, Rye, and Nyx, very rarely “Manny.” Lacey is the only person to ever use a nickname for me, and only in that context.
I've missed hearing it, but because I've missed her.
I push that line of thought away—the deep, heavy stuff will come later. I know I'm putting off something that will come due in a major way later on, likely in the form of emotional evisceration if Lacey and I can't…
Nope.
See?
It's almost impossible for my thoughts not to keep wandering back to that.
But then Lacey slides her fist up my length, and it's suddenly much easier to push thoughts aside and focus on physical sensation. Especially with the arousal plain on her face, the raw appreciation and sexual hunger painted on every facet of her features.
She rests her weight half on my torso, her breasts a soft, warm weight against my belly, and she slowly, lazily caresses my pulsing, aching length.
She's biting her lower lip, a sensual not-quite-grin, her eyes betraying exactly how turned on she is as her small hand with her slender fingers drifts up to my glans, twists, and plunges back down, taking what feels like an eternity to make the journey down my length.
I hiss at her touch. "Fuck, Sweet Thing. You don't know how good that feels."
She rolls one shoulder. "Oh, I might have an idea. You just made me feel better than I've felt in…" she shudders, shakes her head. “A very long time.”
"Then lie down and open your thighs for me, and I'll do it all over again," I growl, my mouth quite literally salivating at the thought of the taste of her pussy, the feel of her coming against my lips.
She huffs a laugh. "Cole, honey, you can eat me out whenever, wherever, for as long as your poor jaw will let you." When I go to move, though, she flattens her palm on my chest. "If," she emphasizes, "you let me have my fun, too."
"Lace,” I growl, arching as she drags a stroke of my cock up my length and pulses her fist around my tip in short, fast jerks. "Fuck. Fuck!"
"Mmmmm," she hums wordlessly. "You like that." It's not a question.
"Lacey, god."
She feathers more of those short, quick, shallow strokes around my cock-head, her grip loose and light around me. "No dirty talk?" she mutters, smirking. "Too bad. I kinda like it."
"Oh yeah?" I say, gripping the blankets in trembling fists, my tone casual. "I can give you dirty talk."
"I don't think you can," she teases. "You always got kinda stupid and tongue-tied." A pause, and her hair falls in a slippery cascade onto my belly as she leans over me, weight shifting. "Especially when I had my mouth on you."
"Oh. Oh fuck."
She slides her hair through her fist, grips it, twists it, piles it on her crown, giving me a saucy sidelong wink. "You wanna hold this out of the way for me, CoCo?"
I take the cool, slippery mass of golden tresses in my hands, groaning as she kisses my diaphragm, and then my abdomen, and then my navel, and then the tender no-man's land between navel and the root of my cock, pushing the hard length to one side, lifting it out of the way so she can kiss all the way down to where my length joins my body.
"Fuck, honey," I breathe, arching off the bed.
"I was promised dirty talk. Not hearing much of it." She cups the side of my cock in one hand, sliding the aching length to one side to kiss my belly, teasing me.
"Shit," I snarl, my brain short-circuiting as desperation to have her mouth on me takes over. "Wrap those lips around my cock, Lacey."
She huffs a laugh. "There we go." She strokes my length with her fist. "It's a start."
“Not dirty enough for you?” I ask.
"Mmm-mmm," she hums the negative. Her tongue flits out, teases delicately against my shaft. “Told you—I wanna try out being bad girl.”
I let the filthy thoughts in my brain emerge unfiltered—something I never do. I'm always filtered. Always aware of how what I say will sound, how my words will make the other person feel. I'm always on. Always aware.
But with Lacey, I can be me. She's known me my whole life.
She knew me before my balls had dropped.
She was the first girl I kissed, the first pair of tits I saw live and in person, the first pussy I got to touch, to taste.
She was the first girl to put her hands on me, the first girl to make me come. The first girl I loved.
She's gazing up at me expectantly, still lazily pumping slow, loose-fisted strokes up and down my cock, a sexy little smirk on her plump, kissable lips.
I reach down and touch those lips. "This mouth," I mutter. "I remember how you used to make me feel." I tighten my grip on her hair, push her face gently toward my cock.
"How?" she whispers.
"So fucking good," I answer. "Like a god."
She cups my length, kisses the side of my shaft. "You have the cock of a god."
I groan at the touch of her lips. "Fuck, Lace. I need your mouth. Put those lips where they belong." I keep her hair gripped in one hand and brush my thumb over her mouth with the other.
"Where does my mouth belong, Cole?" she asks, her eyes wide and innocent on mine; her lips press together in a tight-lipped smirk, eyes glittering, dancing, aroused, and wild.
"Open," I whisper, tugging at her lower lip.
She parts her jaw for me, opening her mouth just an inch or two. "Like that?"
I hook my thumb in her jaw and pull it all the way open. "Like that."
“Now what?" she whispers, and then opens her mouth again.
I guide her mouth to my cock. "Now you show me how much of my cock you can take."
Her eyes glint with heated arousal and mischief. "Oh, is that what you want?"
"To start with," I answer. "Yes."
"Then by all means," she murmurs, fisting me at the root and angling my length away from my torso. "Allow me to show you exactly how much of your cock I can take down my throat."
All of it, it turns out.