Chapter 44 – Jace
JACE
Mitchell turns into the driveway, and my phone vibrates in my back pocket. Pulling it out, I answer without looking at the caller ID. “Jace speaking.”
“Hi Jace, this is Katy from Everything Paws. I’m just calling to let you know that our technician was able to squeeze you in earlier than expected so your equipment will be ready to collect in the morning.”
“Oh, that’s amazing. Um, I can come by tomorrow and grab them, is there a specific time, or?”
“Anytime after nine is fine.” She goes on to tell me that the technician they use to service grooming equipment actually watched my stream on Friday and when he told her about it, she watched it too.
It’s an odd feeling, having her praise the work I do, telling me she thinks it’s admirable before we end the call.
When I dropped my stuff off with them I didn’t tell them anything about what I do other than I’m a groomer and my tools were blunt and in need of an emergency service.
I had to park down the street because the RV wouldn’t fit anywhere out front, so they couldn’t have seen my logo and looked me up, finding my stream that way.
It’s kind of surreal to think they came across my video and recognised me from it.
Shaking my head, I turn the screen off and look up to find three sets of eyes on me. I smile, quickly recapping the phone call for them.
Mitchell and Charlie climb out and I grab the door handle with one hand, my other going to undo my belt but a hand on my arm stops me.
I look behind me to find Bonnie hasn’t moved, still strapped in herself and she gives me a nervous smile.
“Um, would you maybe want to spend the day together tomorrow? I could come with you-” before I can answer her she quickly continues.
“-and then we could do lunch. Unless you’d rather go by yourself-”
“Yes. Fuck, yes,” I tell her, a wide grin spreading across my head as I nod excitedly. I lean over, intending to slam my lips against hers only to be stopped by my seatbelt.
She lets out a giggle, and the sound only spurs me on. Quickly undoing my seatbelt, I crawl across the backseat, blindly fumbling for her seatbelt buckle.
When she’s free, I grab her by the hips and flip us so she’s straddling my lap. She blinks down at me with wide eyes, and her pupils dilate, expanding wide until I can see myself reflected back in them.
Bonnie’s lips crashing down on mine as I rise up to meet her. Her tongue flicks out, licking my bottom lip and I gladly open for her.
My cock hardens almost painfully as she starts rocking her hips against me, her head thrown back and a moan escaping her lips.
I press a kiss to her collarbone, being sure to avoid her neck and her breathing stutters. I move my hand to her shoulder, pulling her down to increase the pressure on her core as she grinds down on me.
She leans down, pressing her forehead to mine and closing her eyes, her little mews getting trapped in her throat as she nears her orgasm.
Suddenly she starts fumbling with the button of my jeans and I thrust up hard, jostling her so she falls onto my chest. I quickly take over, shoving my jeans down around my arse and her hand slips inside my boxers, wrapping around my dick.
My head slams against the seat as she lifts herself up, lining my shaft up with her entrance.
The backdoor opens and before either of us can react, something hits my shoulder, bouncing off onto the seat beside me. “You’re welcome.” Charlie chuckles, leaning into the car and I glare at him.
I’m about to tell him off when he reaches down and grabs what he tossed into the car, holding the newly brought box of condoms in his hand and winking. “Need a hand?”
“I mean, I won’t say no.” My hands instinctively squeeze Bonnie’s arse as she shifts again, and I guide her back so she can sit on my thighs.
I let out a groan and close my eyes, expecting Charlie’s hand to wrap around my cock as he rolls the condom on, but they shoot open when he takes my length into his mouth, sucking hard.
“Holy fuck,” I mutter, unable to stop myself from thrusting up as he bobs his head once, twice, three times and swallows to take me into his throat.
Looking up at Bonnie, her lips are parted, and she licks her lips watching intently. Charlie pulls back, licking a stripe up my shaft and pressing a kiss to my crown before he shoots up, tangling his fingers in Bonnie’s hair and slamming his mouth to hers.
I groan, watching his tongue disappear into her mouth and almost come as she moans, no doubt tasting me on him.
He pulls back, gripping my jaw and offering me the same treatment. My cock jerks as he bites down on my lip, threading his tongue with mine in a quick, dirty kiss that’s over before I know it.
“Next time,” he promises, turning and walking away like he didn’t just leave us panting and wanting more.
“Fuck,” Bonnie breathes out, her shoulders rising and falling rapidly, matching mine as we struggle to catch our breaths.
“Yeah,” I pant out. “He has that effect,” I say, fumbling around blindly on the seat beside me. “He took the condoms.”
A slow smile breaks out across her face, and she lifts her hand to reveal the little foiled square packet between her fingers.
I don’t think, I just do. My arms wrap around her back, and I pull her down to me, my teeth clashing against hers as our kiss burns hot.
I lift the hem of her dress. She paws at my shirt, ripping it unceremoniously over my head. She grips my cock, and I watch as she uses her teeth to rip the condom packet, being sure to avoid tearing the condom itself then rolls it down my shaft, all without breaking eye contact.
Fuck. Me.
She shoves her underwear to the side, not bothering to take them off and poises herself over me with a firm grip around my cock.
It takes every ounce of effort I possess to clear the lust from my mind long enough to grip her hips, halting her descent. “You’re not too sore?” I ask, gritting my teeth as the tip of my dick brushes with her entrance.
Slowly, she shakes her head, and my grip loosens as she sinks down, taking me deep in one full move. Undulating her hips, she rests her hands on my chest, lifting herself up before slamming back down. My brain short circuits.
Holy fucking shit fuck.
White hot pleasure races up my spine, and I feel like my teeth are going to crack with how hard I’m biting down, trying to avoid coming the second her walls clench down around me.
“Jace.” My name has never sounded better than it does on her lips. Her hair has come loose from her ponytail, spilling out around her shoulders and dangling in the air between us as she stares down at me with pleasure filled eyes.
Her core tightens even more, and I release her arse to run my hands up her back, gripping her shoulders and pulling her down so she’s flush with my chest.
Using the new angle, I press a kiss to her temple and thrust up into her harder, faster. She digs her nails into my chest, no doubt leaving scratch marks.
I hadn’t seen any scratch marks on Charlie as he got dressed this morning. After his little interruption, I’ll definitely be showing mine off proudly as a little payback, even if he was helping after the big deal I made about safe sex.
“Are you close?” I ask, praying the answer is yes because fuck me, I don’t think I can hold back much longer.
“Thank fuck,” I mutter when she nods, and her giggle is cut off by my tongue in her mouth. Digging my heels into the seat to steady myself, I hammer up into her determined to get us both over that edge.
Her little whimpers fill the air, and I slip my hand under her dress, feeling the point where my cock drives up into her. My thighs burn, but I don’t slow down. Instead, I rub my fingers in fast circles over and around her clit, driving up into her even harder.
Her breath stutters out, and I feel her thighs tremble. A few seconds later, she leans down, her teeth clamping around my shoulder, muffling her scream as her orgasm hits.
She twitches as I slow my fingers, her walls spasming tightly around me and all the tension in her body evaporates, her body going lax above me. Wrapping my arms around her back, I hold her close as I drive up deep into her one last time and grunt out my own release.