40. Jake
FORTY
JAKE
I’m splayed out on my couch with a short pour of bourbon in my hand when there’s a knock at the door.
I open to a nervous-looking Darcy. “Hey. Come in.”
I swing the door open but she sticks her hands out to stop me. Her lower lip releases from her teeth. “I’m just going to let some things rip,” she rushes out.
“Okay.” I cross my arms and lean against the doorframe. She’s talking to me through the screen door, bugs bopping around the porch light.
“For so much of my life I’ve had to be prepared, and responsible, and good. It’s hard for me to do anything without wondering what the next thing is going to be because maybe if I’m prepared it can’t hurt me. But even with all the preparation in the world, I’m not always spared the pain and, I don’t know.” Her brow furrows and she breathes, clearly not done yet. “That part of me wants to take what we’re doing this summer and try to plan an entire future off whether or not it works. But I think, for once, I just want to be wild. Let it unfold however it’s going to. Know you in a way I haven’t yet and just try to be in it. Not worry about whether I’m having your babies, or holding you back, or marrying you, or leaving you on the side of the road somewhere because I’m mad at you.”
I chuckle, my head now leaning against the doorframe too. My laugh takes her off guard, and I rub my lips together. “You’d leave me on the side of the road?”
She shrugs and crosses her arms, mirroring me. “If you’re enough of an asshole, yeah, I guess.”
I look down at my feet before finding her eyes again. My hand rests on the door latch. “Why don’t you get in here, boss?”
“Not yet. I need to know if you’re in. For being dandelion seeds or whatever it was you said.”
I smirk to hold back a bigger grin, then snake my arm out the door and yank her inside by her waist. The screen door slams as I shut the main door behind us. “I’ll be a dandelion seed with you anytime, darlin’.”
Darcy’s smile is so beautiful as she raises on her toes and I press her into the old oak door behind her. I pause before I lower my lips to hers, drinking in her expression and how she’s wearing some scummy t-shirt and a pair of shorts.
I wouldn’t have her dressed any other way. She’s perfect.
We crash together in a kiss, a relieved breath passing between us while our lips lock. “Are we a thing now?” I mumble against her lips.
“Are we?” Her hands clasp the back of my neck.
“We are if I have anything to say about it.” I hike her up into my arms, sealing her legs around my waist.
“Good,” she hums, beaming.
My hand passes over the side of her thigh, where it seems like she has a pocket full of something or another. “You come packin’?”
Darcy laughs, blushing and tossing her head back. “I came prepared.”
I shift her so I can hold her up with one arm, then search up the side of her shorts to find the pocket. I shove my hand down in there, pulling out a sleeve of condoms and two different vibrators. Her face is flushed, but I hold her tighter, looking down into her eyes.
“You’ve done enough being prepared in your life. From now on, it’s on me.”
Her smile is sad. “I’ll probably only ever trust myself. I have an IUD, but there’s the other thing.”
I rub my nose against hers. “Hey. Not worried about that. We’ve got condoms.” I hold up the sleeve and let them unfold, cracking up as what must be a dozen wrapped condoms unravel. “Though I think you overestimated how many times I can go in a night.”
Darcy looks sheepish. “Well, I don’t know. You’ve talked a big game. Put your money where your mouth is, you know?”
I sink my lips to where her neck meets her shoulder and march us down the hallway. “I’ll find someplace good to put my mouth.”
I carry her into my bedroom and kick the door shut behind me. Just the bedside lamp is on, casting the room in a warm glow. I lay her back on the bed, not letting my lips leave hers until I brace myself over her, my feet still on the floor. Her hair fans around her head and the hunger in her eyes has me rock hard. She smirks. “Thought for sure you’d want to get a spanking in, Daddy.”
I growl and curl my hips against hers. “Does my girl need a little pain? Huh?”
She moans with her hands cupped around my neck. “Yes.”
I dip to kiss her, and she almost pulls me down by hooking her arms and legs around me. “Hands and knees.”
With a twinkle in her eye, Darcy gets settled facing me, licking her lips. “Strip,” she orders.
I lean down in front of her face and brush a gentle kiss to her lips.
“You wanted Daddy, darlin’. You’re getting Daddy. And Daddy’s in charge now.”
She gasps and bites her lower lip. I oblige her anyway, mostly because I want her skin all over mine immediately. I throw the condoms and vibes on the bed, then remove my shirt and shorts, leaving my underwear on. I grab the back of her t-shirt and drag it up, where she removes it from her arms.
“No bra,” I say.
“One less barrier between you and me,” she coos.
I smirk and coast my hands down to cup her breasts. “I love the way you think. What would you have done if I hadn’t accepted your little speech?”
She waggles her ass to tempt me. “Gone home sad and horny.”
I brace myself over her back, kissing along her spine to her sacrum. “We can’t have that. Daddy’s gotta take care of you.”
My cock is fully in her face where I’m stretched over her, and as I push her shorts and underwear down, she lowers the waistband of my boxer briefs and takes a sampling lick off my tip.
I hit her ass cheek with a forceful smack. “I knew you were a bad girl. Hungry for my cock before I say you can have it.”
“I get what I want,” she taunts me.
“Is that so?” I spank her again and she cries out. I let my fingers drift down her ass crack and over her lips. “Already so wet for me, huh?”
“Spanking gets me wet,” she says, grazing a hand over my cock. “And it gets you hard.”
“Put it in your mouth,” I bark, and Darcy wastes no time shoving my boxer briefs away and freeing my cock. She pumps me in her hand and I spank her again. “Get to it.”
She hums as she sucks me into her mouth, the pleasure zinging up my spine. I run my finger through her wetness until I find her clit, swollen and waiting. I circle around it and Darcy moans against my dick.
But I want more.
“Flip on your back and let your head hang off the bed.”
Darcy pauses, seemingly calculating.
“Trust me?”
“I do,” she answers with a wicked grin.
I stand over her, brushing her cheek with my thumb. I lower myself until my balls sit over her mouth, which she opens to suck. “That’s it. Such a good fucking girl.”
Her hand reaches for my cock, but I pull away. “Open wide, boss.”
The pure wickedness in Darcy’s expression has my knees buckling before I even push myself into her mouth. When I do, I check on her. “That alright? Tap my thigh if you want out, okay?”
Darcy shoots me a thumbs up, gripping the back of my thighs while she lets me fuck her mouth.
Now the fun begins.
I bend and have the perfect access to her pussy, spitting on it before I dive in face first. Her taste coats my tongue and it makes me that much harder.
I want to taste this woman every day for the rest of my life.
Her thighs squeeze my head while I work her over, my fingers pressing into her pussy. Darcy’s thighs flop open and she digs her heels into the mattress, seemingly overwhelmed. I forget about thrusting into her mouth, but she bobs her head and uses her hand to assist. A peek between my legs gives the most erotic visual.
I lift and step back so she can’t suck me anymore.
“I’m getting ahead of myself.”
“Oh yeah?” she asks, wiping around her lips and sitting up on an elbow. That sight alone is something to be revered: curls tumbling behind her back, face flushed, lips red, and her in all her naked glory.
“Yeah. Come here.” I pat the edge of the bed and she sits up, swinging her legs over the side. My bed is relatively low, so she bends to take me into her mouth again while I talk. “That’s so perfect, baby.”
She smirks at me with her mouth full.
“There’ll be plenty of time for that, now.”
Darcy pulls off and takes a deep breath, examining me closer as she works me in her hand. “Then what are we doing instead?”
I kneel on the floor between her legs, gazing up to where she sits on the bed. I clutch her chin between my thumb and forefinger and bring her to me for a soft kiss. “I’m going to love on you.”
Darcy quirks a brow. “Love on me? A little soon for the L word, don’t you think?”
I chuckle. “There’s loving you, and there’s loving on you. There’s a difference.”
She grins against my lips. “I think I need help understanding the difference.”
“Let me show you.” I kiss her. Sweet. Deep. I work my way down her body until I push her back on her elbows, my hand caressing between her breasts and down to her stomach.
Darcy throws her head back as my tongue dives into her, clutching her thighs against my shoulders. I close my eyes and lose myself in her: the taste, her scent, her silkiness against my tongue, her little moans and squirms. Her hand strokes through my hair. “Feels so good, Jake. You look so hot. Your big hands on my thighs.”
She watches me and I do my best to give her something to see. It’s taking every bit of my willpower not to touch my cock. I could easily come from doing this, but I want to save it for when I get inside her.
Her voice is more unsure when she asks, “You like doing that?”
I raise my head and circle a gentle finger around her clit. “I love it. You taste so fucking good. I could do this all day.”
“Okay. As you were,” she breathes, grasping my hair and forcing me back down. The way she walks some line of submission and taking charge has me completely spellbound. She gets louder and I go harder, inserting my fingers and thrusting upward. “Shit, Jake, I think maybe—it’s coming. I’m coming. Fast.”
I keep going, but instead of getting louder, she goes quiet. My fingers continue their movement, but I sit back. “Everything okay?”
“I think I lost it,” she says, not meeting my eyes.
I stop what I’m doing and lace my fingers with her closest hand. “Hey. No big deal. Do you want me to stop, or keep going?”
She picks at a piece of fluff on my bedspread, so I caress her thigh with my fingers to bring her back to me. “Sorry. It’s just kind of embarrassing. I don’t want you to think you’re bad at it, because you’re not. I almost came, and almost coming sometimes feels better than coming. But I just have trouble making that last push.”
I rub my lips together, savoring her taste on them. “Alright. Can I . . . almost make you come, then? If you do come, great. If not, I don’t mind torturing you a little. Just tell me what you need when we’re in that zone. It’s about you feeling good, not necessarily about you coming.”
Darcy sits up so suddenly I wonder if she’s going to get sick or something, but she palms the back of my head and pulls me to her for a kiss, then holds me close. “I almost said something really stupid.”
“Oh yeah? What was that?”
“I’m not dropping the L word this early because ew, and I’m certainly not dropping it over getting good head from the most understanding man I’ve ever met.”
“Glad to know the secret to love is good head.”
We share a laugh and slowly, I push her to her back and return my head between her thighs. I settle in and take my time, listening to her sighs and quivers for cues.
“Right there, right there, stay there,” she cries, pressing harder against my mouth. Sounds of sweet agony pour from her lips as she pushes me back, then pulls me in again. After maybe the third cycle of that, her back bows off the bed like she’s having a damn exorcism. I’ve got her. This is it. Darcy convulses and I am drunk on this power. I have brought this woman to the brink and back again multiple times, feeling the way she rides out the waves of pleasure. Because when I think about it, she’s right: those moments right before you come are really the best ones—and I gave her that several times.
Until she falls over that edge. She pulls my hair so hard it hurts, her screams and gasps the best praise I’ll ever receive. Her breathing slows and she slumps against me. I raise higher on my knees and rest my face against her stomach. “Good?”
“The best,” she laughs. “Ever.”
“You ready for me?”
She flops back on the mattress and wipes a tear off her cheek. “Give me a minute. That was a lot.”
“Hang tight,” I say, kissing her belly button before I get up.
I shuffle to the kitchen, getting down two glasses and filling them with water. I return to the bedroom and hand her one.
She puffs her bottom lip out. “This is really nice.”
“It’s loving on you.”
She looks at me long and hard, then takes another drink of her water.
“I take it nobody’s been loving on you?”
She shakes her head. “Wish I’d met you sooner.”
“You can wish that all you want. But we’re in the exact right place at the exact right time.”
She chuckles, looking down at her hand over mine. “You gotta quit saying shit like that, cowboy. I’ll think you’re soft.”
“I’ve been soft for you all along, boss. You’ve just been too busy telling yourself no to see it.” We stare at each other, but I break our silence. “You ready to start saying yes?”
Darcy crawls to the middle of the bed and crooks her finger my way. “Come here.”