29. Jake
TWENTY-NINE
JAKE
Darcy stirs against me and it’s taking all my self-control not to grind my cock against her ass. I’m not sure she’s awake, though by my math, she’d usually be up by now, or almost up.
Dawn’s just starting to peek around Darcy’s blinds. I want to lift my head off the pillow and see what time it is, but I don’t want to risk waking her.
And I’m so hard it hurts.
I’m sure there are biological factors at play here. She’s a warm body next to me. I just woke up and you get X number of boners every night anyway. She smells good.
But it’s the fact that it’s her. I know what her pussy feels like around my fingers. I know how she sounds when she gets off. And I know how sweet she feels in my arms.
Her butt settles against my hardness and I go stiff all over. Does she mean to start something? Is she even awake?
But then her hand meets mine and guides it under her t-shirt. Slowly, she moves it up until I take over, unable to keep from squeezing her breast while I thrust against her ass. I kiss the nape of her neck, working my way to nibble under her ear. “Morning, boss.”
Darcy flattens her shoulder to the mattress, giving me those sleepy doe eyes. “Morning.”
I squeeze her tit playfully and she arches into it. “That feel good?”
She nods, drawing up the bottom of her shirt until I help her lift it up and off.
“So fucking beautiful,” I sigh, sitting up on my elbow to kiss her everywhere: across her chest, her collarbones, her neck, and finally dipping to suck one of those gorgeous nipples into my mouth.
Darcy hums and cups the back of my head, and my cock dribbles precum. I draw out her nipple, making it stand on end before flicking my tongue over it and looking up at her. She’s a goddess, writhing under my touch. Her hand slips under her shorts and she touches herself.
“Fuck me, Jake.”
I chuckle deep and groan. “Oh, I want to. Believe me.”
“Then why not?” she coos.
“We’ve got to get the horses in and get you ready for your market. When I fuck you, I need to be able to take my time. It’s not going to be some one minute man situation. I want to be able to savor every,” I kiss up her body, “little,” another kiss, “bit of you.”
“Stop being so responsible,” she whines.
“I’m being responsible because you’ll be mad at me and yourself if you let yourself be irresponsible.”
“I’m feeling rebellious.” Darcy climbs on top of me, pinning my hips to the mattress. She stretches her arms overhead, pulling her ponytail holder out and letting her hair fall around her shoulders. She towers over me looking like the stuff of dreams, breasts perky, hair messy, eyes mischievous.
She makes it worse by lining herself up so her center grinds against my cock, her sleep shorts against my underwear. I grip her hips and groan. Darcy lowers her lips to my ear, her nipples brushing along my chest. “Be bad with me.”
My hands scrape up her back and down again, settling on her ass. “I want to, baby. Trust me. But you deserve all the time in the world. I don’t want to have to rail you just to get off.”
She puts her hands on either side of my head and pushes up so she can look into my eyes, pouting her lip. “What if I want to get railed? What if I want you to use me?”
“Fuck,” I moan. “I promise I’ll rail you the first chance we get. After I worship your body and eat your cunt and give it to you so good you cry. But that takes time.”
She rounds her eyes, looking more pathetic with every question. “Why are you depriving me, Daddy?”
I snake my hands under the legs of her shorts and crush her bare ass in my fingers. “You are so bad,” I grit out.
“Then spank me,” she teases.
I chuckle. “If I spanked you right now, darlin’, I’d blow all over your back.”
Darcy giggles, her hips picking up their rhythm on my cock until she shifts downward. “What if we do something quick?”
She kisses a trail from my neck and down my chest, stopping to lick and bite my nipple, making me jolt. She peers up at me when she gets to my stomach, her fingers sinking below the waistband of my boxer briefs. “Need a taste of you so I don’t forget you at the market.”
Darcy lowers the band to reveal my tip, dipping her head to give it a gentle kiss. “Yeah?”
I can’t hold out anymore. I still have the image of her cleaning me off in the truck last night in my mind and I might just die here if I can’t have it. “Yes.”
Darcy rips my boxer briefs further down my legs as she takes me into her mouth all the way, gagging as I hit the back of her throat. I let out a deep “fuck,” and gather her hair in my hand. Except I can’t get it all at this angle.
And I have to at least try to get her off.
“Wait,” I say, and Darcy’s eyes cut up to mine, her mouth full. “Stand up for a second.”
I sit up and before she gets off the bed, I pull her in for a kiss. “Don’t think you’re getting out of this without kisses.”
Darcy smiles against my lips as I tug her to straddle me, both of us bare-chested. Her skin, this much skin, against mine is a wild feeling. “It’s the morning,” she objects.
“I don’t care.” My hand finds its home in the back of her hair as our mouths join. My boxer briefs slide down my calves, so I kick them off my feet, making Darcy laugh at the motion under her. She squirms and moans as our kiss intensifies until I pull away. “On your back.”
Darcy’s eyes light up, but she doesn’t move right away.
“Need me to say it again?”
She squeals as I flip her over and tug her legs to the edge of the bed, then cries out when my lips travel down her body. “Jake, it’s—” She cuts herself off with a sigh. “It’s really?—”
I hook my fingers into her shorts and yank them to her feet. “It’s what, boss?”
“It’s really hard to get me off that way,” she rushes out.
Her anxiety face is back: brows pinched, eyes round, lips parted in a frantic scowl. I need to act fast to get her on the right track.
“Hey,” I lace my fingers with hers. “Same rules as last night. As long as it feels good, I’ll keep doing it until you tell me to stop.”
Darcy nods, her lower lip pulled into her teeth. “But we’re short on time this morning.”
“Good point.” I stand between her spread thighs, my hands stroking over her legs, admiring the planes of her muscles. She’s naked, and even though it was great seeing her skinny-dip, this private show is much preferred. “But will you let me do that soon?”
She chuckles. “Oh, I certainly won’t stop you.”
I bend to kiss her belly button. “Good. Stay here.”
I go for her underwear drawer, searching for her vibrator that got me in so much trouble a couple days ago. But while I’m looking, I see a couple slips of paper, both with my writing on it. Is it possible to be incredibly aroused and incredibly touched at the same time? I hold up the pieces of paper. One is my note from the vibrator box and the other is the note I left her yesterday morning. “You kept these?”
Darcy’s blush is deep. “Shut up. They were cute.”
“You like me?”
“Well,” she says, gesturing to her naked body. “Yeah, I think I do.”
I grin and grab her vibrator, coming back to the bed. I tent my hands on either side of her, her smile up at me crushing every hope I ever had of her not completely ruining my life. “Guess I’m going to have to write you more notes.”
She sits up with her legs pinned together and turned to the side like a pin-up girl. I open the case and take out the vibrator, dropping to my knees and kissing hers. “Open up for me, baby.”
I kiss the insides of her thighs as she slowly spreads her legs, unveiling herself: wet, swollen, and ready.
“So beautiful, Darcy.” I trace a finger down her center and she shivers. “May I?”
“Be my guest.”
“This part inside?” I ask, gesturing to one end.
“Yep, and the other part,” I slide it in and she quivers. “Yeah, right there on my clit.” Then she laughs. “I bet you remember how to turn it on and off.”
“I will never forget,” I say, and it softens us up again. She tips her head back and lets out a shallow breath as I turn it on, setting first one, then the other end, in motion. She grips my hand as the first wave of pleasure takes her. “Good?”
“Uh huh,” she gasps.
I rise to kiss her neck, palm her breasts, and give each nipple some attention. “On your knees, boss. Time’s ticking. Cane and Freckle are going to wonder where we are.”
“Give me room,” she sasses me. She shoves me backward, giving herself space to kneel on the floor. She’s less leisurely than the last time my cock was in her mouth, the vibrator intensifying the experience. Her lips stretch around me, dark eyes watching me. It’s hard not to lose it over that sight alone. I gather her hair into my hand and she moves faster.
I run my thumb along her jaw. “You’re gorgeous with your mouth full of me.”
She moans and pulls off, letting my precum hang between her lips and my cock before lapping it up. My head sags back on my shoulders, a deep groan escaping me. She hums her encouragement, and it resonates through my entire body. Her hands rest on my thighs, her nipples stiff peaks below for a gorgeous sight. Her eyes squeeze shut and her fingers claw my thighs.
“You getting close?”
She nods, breathing hard through her nose. I’m close too, because seeing her so turned on is so hot it’s almost unfair. She cups her breast in one hand and the other wraps around my base.
“Fuck, Darce, you want it in your mouth or on your tits?”
She doesn’t respond, whimpering through what I assume is her own climax. She screams around my cock, and I cry out too, overwhelmed by how unspeakably erotic this is.
“Fuck, you’re so pretty,” I whine. “I?—”
I pull out of her mouth and while she looks alarmed for a second, I state it again, more urgently this time. “If you don’t pick, it’s going on your tits.”
“Do it,” she rasps and rises higher on her knees, leaning her shoulders against the bed to put her tits on display for me. “Don’t forget my face.”
“Okay. Fuck,” I whimper. I didn’t expect her to be this much of a freak. It’s hot. Too hot. I give my cock a pump or two more, and then I’m coming, hitting her extended tongue before she draws it in her mouth, her chin, and all over her chest.
I gasp over her, until she bends forward to lick me clean. “My good fuckin’ girl,” I coo, letting my head roll back as she gives me gentle licks and sucks. I take her in, all covered in me, and one side of my lips hooks upward. “You’re a wild thing, you know that?”
“Too much?” she asks, releasing me from her lips with a pop.
“Absolutely not.” I kneel to get down to her level. “You’re batting a thousand on orgasms with me.”
“Maybe you should try being more disappointing,” she says, panting and wincing as she turns off the toy. We laugh and melt into a kiss. She pulls away and looks at the clock. “Oh god. We still have to eat and bring the horses in and shower.”
I check the clock and inspiration strikes. “You’re not getting a shower.” I rub my cum into her chest, spending extra time smoothing the pearly white liquid into her breasts. “Now you can have me on you the whole time you’re away from me. That way you can’t forget you’re mine.”
I dip to suck her nipples, bitter and salty from my mess.
Darcy’s mouth hangs open and her eyes dance while she fumbles over her words. “Jake, I—this is?—”
“You like it, don’t you, dirty girl?”
“Yeah,” she hums.
I suspend my lips over hers, cupping her neck in my hand and putting my thumb under her chin. Her breasts, all covered in me, heave and if we don’t get some clothes on fast, we’re never getting out of this room. “You can’t call me Daddy and think I’m not going to mark you as mine, boss.”