Chapter 23 #2
Vince wanted to slap himself for being such an idiot, but Lace smirked.
“I do,” she told him.
“You…?”
“Uh, huh. I picked some up a few days ago. Just in case.”
She didn’t look repentant at all, and, halleluiah for that.
“Where?” he asked, turning toward the door.
She snickered and gestured. “Just follow your penis.”
Yup. He was jutting out in a point-the-way visual.
“Lassie,” he urged humorously, talking to his hard-on. “You can do it. Find the condoms.”
He followed his cock out the door.
“Table on the right side of the bed. Top drawer,” Lace choked out behind him, clearly convulsed with laughter.
That was the ticket. Get her out of her own head so she could enjoy herself. Although…it certainly seemed like she was doing a great job of that, all on her own.
By the time he retrieved two foil packets—because he was ever hopeful—and went back into the bathroom, he almost choked on his own spit.
Lace was naked.
Gloriously naked.
From the top of her smooth head, past her pretty pink nipples, all the way down to her painted toenails.
And speaking of naked…
Vince couldn’t take his eyes off her bare pussy. There wasn’t a blonde curl in sight, and his mouth watered to trace the contours of the puffy, pouty lips he could see, with his tongue.
“That’s not the chemo,” she told him breathlessly. “I actually wax.”
“You’re killing me here,” he grated.
“Funny,” she said, gazing at his protruding dick and licking her lips. “You don’t look dead.”
Vince moaned. Everything about Lace was such a dichotomy, which also was a total turn-on.
Sapped by her treatments, she was strong enough to continue her job. Shy about her body, she was bold enough to buy condoms and strip naked in front of him.
He must have been staring for too long because Lace finally backed away from the shower entrance, and waved him in. “Okay. Move that fine ass. A few minutes to get the stink off, then you’re all mine,” she informed him.
Vince didn’t hesitate. “Yes, ma-am. I am, indeed.”
In all, she gave him maybe thirty seconds to run the soap up and down his body and over his face and hair before she came in and took over.
It was done very clinically, at first.
Her touch, as she soaped up his chest and back, was all business. But when she eventually gathered a palm-full of lather, and with a sparkle in her eye reached down and took his cock fully into her possession, Vince’s eyes almost rolled back in his head.
He couldn’t help his needy whimper.
Nothing had ever felt this good. Not his own hands, certainly, but amazingly no other sexual experience had ever come close to what he was feeling as she slowly stroked him up and down.
In mere seconds, he was close to coming,
“Lace,” he gruffed. “You…have…to…stop.”
“And why is that?” she asked impudently, continuing her actions
“Because I’m about to explode.”
“That’s the point,” she sassed, doubling down by cradling his balls with her other hand and giving them a tender roll as she worked his shaft up and down.
“But I—”
Gah! Too late.
Vince threw back his head and came with such force, he wasn’t sure if he could stay on his feet.
Lace to the rescue.
As his dick pulsed endlessly and his knees began to buckle, she backed him up against the shower tiles to hold him upright, pressing her body to his.
Letting go of his throbbing cock to cradle it between them, she rubbed against him, mingling soap, water, and ejaculate.
It was sexy as fuck.
Vince leaned down and captured her mouth, tugging her even closer by filling his hands with her luscious ass before raising his head.
“You are so going to pay for that,” he warned.
“Mmm,” was her response, as her teeth tugged on his bottom lip.
Easing her back a step, he lowered his head and eyed her breasts, bending to suck one taut nipple into his mouth while lightly pinching and rolling the other between his thumb and forefinger.
“Harder,” she gasped, thrusting her chest more fully into his mouth and hand. “I want to really feel it.”
Vince was more than happy to oblige, which he did for several minutes, until the overwhelming urge to drop to his knees and take her pussy into his mouth became his ultimate goal.
He popped off her nipple to lick the water from the space between her breasts, his tongue traveling from her clavicle downward, with excruciating slowness.
When he reached her belly-button, he kissed around it, then dipped his tongue in for a quick savor before heading further south.
Vince tongued the crease between Lace’s pelvis and her left thigh. Then he did the right. But he just couldn’t wait any longer. Using his thumbs to spread her apart, he dove in and went straight for her clit, eliciting a screech from Lace.
A good screech, because she grabbed the back of his head and dragged him closer.
He chuckled into her flesh, and she moaned.
Ah, yes. There was something to be said for oral vibration.
Once her sensitive bit of flesh lengthened beneath his ministrations, Vince parted her pretty, smooth lips and eased one finger up inside her.
She gripped him like she never wanted him to leave, which was okay by him, but…
His cock was talking again, asking when it was going to get back in on the action.
Greedy bastard.
Feeling Lace begin to tense with an impending orgasm, Vince added a second finger. Finding the special spot up inside her that would help her detonate, he gently massaged that pleasure zone while nipping down on her clit, and…
Lace exploded.
“Vince!” she screamed, and Vince’s cock swelled, taking notice.
You had nothing to do with that, Vince scolded his prick, but it wasn’t listening as it did a happy dance.
Once the waves of Lace’s pleasure subsided, and her body went limp, Vince stood, picking her up with his arms around her hips, to bring her out of the shower.
Towels or no towels? he questioned himself.
Lace took the decision out of his hands.
She slid from his grasp, hopped up onto the vanity top, and spread her legs wide to reveal all the sweet and dewy pinkness he’d previously licked.
Vince shivered, then grabbed and fumbled with the first condom wrapper.
Lace steadied him with a touch on his wrist, and he finally managed—with her eyes glued to his cock—to roll on the latex.
“Fast and hard, or slow and nuanced?” he asked huskily, almost not recognizing his own voice.
Lace didn’t hesitate. “Hard. We can do slow, later.”
Oh, he was so on board with that.
But Vince also wasn’t a clueless bastard. It had clearly been a while since Lace had done this, so he rubbed the head of his cock up and down her wet seam a few times, priming her, before tapping it on her clit; making her gasp.
“Tease,” she rasped.
“You have no idea,” he responded roughly. “But I’m afraid my foreplay-bank is just about spent. I have to be inside you.”
Instead of acknowledging that and waiting for him, Lace grabbed his cock, notched him in the exact right spot, and thrust her hips forward.
“Lace,” Vince hissed, suddenly engulfed in her heat. She was so ready for him.
Without any further dilly-dallying, he thrust all the way in, eliciting a moan from both of them.
Vince knew her next word would be “move”, so he didn’t pause. He began making deep forays in and out of the heaven between her legs.
Their mouths meshed, their tongues danced, and all the while his cock stroked like a piston inside the woman he unequivocally loved.
And she played with his goddamned ears, which shortened his fuse by at least half.
It was all…epic.
And yup, he wasn’t going to last.
But what was he thinking?
Vince gritted his teeth. Lace needed first-sies.
Reaching down between them, Vince found her clit again, and applied pressure before this time giving it a distinct pinch.
Lace came hard, with a howl, her interior walls closing around him in a pulsating beat that sent Vince immediately following her right over the edge.
His brain deserted him as every one of his primal pleasure-centers took over.
He couldn’t say how long he stayed in that mind-space, but part of him could sense that Lace was right there with him.
Breathe, Vince. Breathe.
The aftershocks, leading to gentle kisses and strokes between them, was also something Vince hung onto far longer than he ever had before.
Wow.
This was what sex was all about.
How could he ever have considered what he’d done in the past as anything close?
Legendary.
Vince was pretty damned sure his balls were completely empty.