Chapter 10 #3
I squeal in delight as he finally cuts loose, and I taste him on my tongue and feel him sluice down my throat—he tastes like honey.
Sweet, slightly salty, thick, tangy. Perfect.
Delicious. All Cole. I swallow that first rush and then back away and jerk his cock with my fist, aiming him at my tits.
He unleashes again, spurting another hot wave of cum all over my cleavage, thick, hot, long ropes of his come splashing onto my tits and sliding down between them.
I wrap my tits around his thick shaft and slide them up and down on his cock, and he fucks me like that, and his eyes are on me, and on my tits, on his cock vanishing between them as they glisten with his smeared, messy essence.
He groans softly as his hips slow their movement, and I take him into my mouth again, swallow his last soft spurt, tongue him, lick his length, use my tongue to clean his shaft until he glistens with my saliva.
After he's done, I sink to sit on my heels and gaze up at him as he pants raggedly, leaning against the door as if he doesn’t even have the strength to push away and stand upright.
I like that he's been reduced to this. I like that I did this to him.
"Lacey," he pants. "Holy fucking shit."
I stand up, palm his soft, sticky cock and balls. "Hi."
His eyes go to my tits, watching his come drip down the slopes. "I need to clean you up."
"Yes, you do."
"Wait here."
He leaves the bedroom and returns with a warm, wet washcloth, and he cleans me with it, tosses it into the sink in the hall bathroom, and then comes back to me in the bedroom, where he finds me lying on his bed, waiting for him.
He slides in beside me, and I eagerly tuck myself into the sheltering nook of his arm. "Lace?"
"Mmmm."
"What just happened there?"
I shrug. "I dunno."
"Lace."
"You came on my tits."
"I know. But why?"
"I wanted you to. I told you why."
"There's more to it."
I sigh. “That's part of the heavier stuff, Cole."
"Aren't we ready for that?"
I shrug. "I dunno. Are we?"
“The next time you come for me, Lacey, it’s gonna be while I'm buried inside your pussy." He cups my chin, and his lips ghost against mine. "Are you ready for that?"
I shake my head. "No."
"Me either. Why not?"
"Why are you not ready?" I ask him.
He sighs. "Because…" he trails off. "It's hard to put into words."
I bury my face in the side of his neck. "Is it really? Or do you just not want to put it into words?"
He huffs. "Damn, girl. You're really not gonna let me get away with anything, are you?"
My heart aches. "No. Because you won't let me get away with anything either, will you?"
"No," he drawls. "I sure won't."
"Cole."
He sighs. "Lace, c'mon. Can't we just enjoy the afterglow for a bit longer before we dig into the heavy shit? We haven’t even had coffee yet.”
I kiss his chest and push off of him. "I suppose you're right. Coffee still where it always has been, I assume?"
His powerful hand wraps around my wrist and yanks me back down to the bed, and then he's hovering over me, one huge paw cupping my face; his thumb brushes over my eyebrow while his pinky trails down my throat. "Where do you think you're going?"
I frown. "Uh, to make you some coffee?"
He shakes his head slowly. "Lacey-babe, no. You are not going to make me coffee in my house. I am going to make us coffee in my house. You are going to stay your fine naked ass right there, just like that, until I come back."
"But it's my—" my eyes widen as I realize what I was about to say; instead, I cut myself off with a click of my teeth and flop back to the bed, sprawling out in a "paint me like one of your French Girls" pose. "By all means, Sheriff Mannix. Please do bring me coffee, posthaste."
Cole, still gloriously naked himself, backs away from the bed and simply stares at me. "Jesus in heaven, Lacey." His head wags slowly, as if in disbelief.
"What?" I breathe. "What did I do now?"
"Just you." He swallows hard, blinks hard. "You're just so fucking beautiful. I can't believe my luck, that I get to have you, naked, looking like that, in my bed."
My chest tightens until I worry something is going to crack inside me. My voice is hoarse with tension, hot iron bands cinching around my lungs and gut and skull. "Cole," I whisper. "Please don't say things like that."
He just shrugs. "Can’t not, Sweet Thing."
Fuck me. "Go get us coffee, CoCo."
I know he doesn't miss the sheen of tears in my eyes. I know because his jaw hardens like it does when he notices something he doesn't like but can't do anything about. "Your wish is my command."
When he's gone, I cover my face and let a few tears leak out, snuffling into my palms. "Fucking fuck!
" I screech into my hands. "FUCK! You're such an idiot, Lacey Grey.
Such an idiot. Fall into bed with the man?
Literally fall onto his dick? Really? He's gonna break your heart and you're gonna break his.
A-fucking-gain. Great job, you dumb slut.
" I scrub my face. "I have to tell him. I have to.
Today. Now. Before this goes any further. "
I hear a creak of floorboards, and I realize that Cole may not have been out of earshot.