LACEY all but pulls me into her apartment, which is cute, because I would’ve walked in willingly.
My hands are in her hair and her fingers are unbuttoning my shirt before we even make it through the door.
“Did you stay up all night reading about my career?” I ask, spinning her and pressing her against the wall in her foyer. I’m not sure I’m going to make it much further. “Kind of seems like you’re trying to flirt with me. Like you might like me, just a little.”
“Don’t flatter yourself,” she answers, and her mouth dips to my neck. “I wanted to seem like a good girlfriend.”
“Oh, you’re certainly good, Lacey girl. I never knew hearing about how many touchdowns I scored in a season would turn me on.” I pull the strap of her dress down and kiss her bare shoulder. “Fuck, I’ve wanted to touch you all night.”
“You want to talk about flirting? You donated millions of dollars to the place where I work.” She pushes my jacket off and nudges it out of the way with her shoes. “What’s that about, Holmes?”
“Like seeing you happy,” I say, and my breath catches when her fingers skim down my shirt and settle on the front of my pants. She cups my length, and I’m having a difficult time remembering how to speak. “Doesn’t matter how much it costs.”
The heat of the moment dies.
Lacey stills, and she pulls back to look at me. Her eyes are bright, and her red lipstick is smudged in the left corner of her mouth.
“Thank you. It’s a silly thing to say, because it doesn’t seem nearly sufficient enough for what you did, but, really. Thank you, Shawn. It means so much to me. I know you might not notice that money leave your account, but the amount of good it’s going to be able to do is truly life-changing. And you were a part of that.”
She sniffs and turns her cheek, trying to keep her tears from me.
“Hey.” I touch her chin. “Remember what I said in my bedroom? No hiding from me.”
“I know. I know. It’s just… I’m having very real emotions about your generosity, and it’s all confusing.”
“We might pretend to be in a relationship, Lacey, but I would’ve donated the money even if we weren’t faking anything. It’s important to you, which means it’s important to me, too.”
She kisses me again, and I lift her off the ground. I work the other strap of her dress down until I see her bra. It’s dark green and made of lace, and it makes her tits look incredible. Combined with the red silk bunching at her waist, she looks like a Christmas present I want to unwrap.
“Bedroom,” she says, and she unfastens the button on my pants. “Please.”
“Don’t have to tell me twice.” I push away from the wall and keep her in my arms, heading down the hall. “I wish you hadn’t worn underwear tonight. Then I could’ve slipped my fingers inside you while we were eating dinner. No one would’ve known, would they?”
“You can slip your fingers inside me now.” Lacey lets out an irritated huff and moves my hand up her thigh.
“So demanding.” I kick open the door to her bedroom and put her on her feet. “Take off your clothes.”
“Now who’s demanding?” She grins and works the zipper down her back, stepping out of the dress. “Anything else?”
“No.” My eyes roam down her body, and god, she’s a fucking vision. “I want to look at you.”
Lacey sits on the edge of her mattress and spreads her legs. I’m watching her like my life depends on it, and I think it just might. If I don’t get my head between her legs, I’m going to be a dead man.
“Do you like what you see?”
“I could stare at you all night.” I undo my bow tie and let it fall to the floor. I kick off my shoes and walk toward her. “Take off your bra.”
She smiles and unhooks the bra from behind her back. Her hands cup her tits, and she plays with her nipples. Fuck, I’m not sure I even need her to touch me; I could get off from just this.
“I love that you love my body,” she says. Her hand slides down her chest to her stomach, and her fingers fan out over her smooth skin. “You make me feel sexy.”
“Because you’re sexy as hell,” I say. I unbutton my shirt and toss it away, and my pants come down next. I’m itching to get my hands on her, and watching her tease herself is intoxicating. Better than any drink I’ve ever had. “Get naked. I want to see all of you.”
Her fingers hook in the waistband of her underwear, and she lifts her hips to work the lace down her legs. She slingshots the fabric at my face, and I laugh.
“In case you want another souvenir,” she says.
“I’m definitely taking those home.” I bring the underwear to my nose and inhale. “Fuck, you’re already wet, aren’t you? Lie back and get comfortable.”
Lacey adjusts her position on the bed, scooting onto the mattress and resting her back on the sheets. “Shawn,” she says, and she pants my name. “You’re too far away.”
“I’m sorry.” I pull my briefs off and add them to the collection of clothes sitting in a pile on the floor. “I don’t mean to be.”
She relaxes when I rest my hand on her knee, and she takes a deep breath. “I like when you’re touching me.”
“Scoot back and grab the headboard, Lacey girl. Be good for me and don’t let go.” She moves again, her fingers curling around the edge of the mahogany and her legs dropping open at her hips. I trace my hand up her thigh and low across her stomach to the other side of her body. “There you go. This is what you looked like when we had that video call. I was going out of my mind not being able to touch you.”
“I kept pretending you were here. I was hoping you’d barge through the door,” she says, and her eyes close. “You’re the only one who knows how to take care of me so well.”
“I have a lot of fantasies about you,” I admit, and I slide two fingers inside her. I drop a kiss to her hip bone when she cries out, and I give her a minute to get adjusted to the stretch. “Wildly inappropriate ideas I’d like to try. But I have other ideas, too. Dreams I shouldn’t be having. Like you in my bed every night, so I can make sure you’re eating and getting enough sleep. I tell you how wonderful you are and how proud I am of you.” I get flat on my stomach, and I push her legs open wider with my free hand. My tongue circles her clit, and I smile against her when she moans. “Those are my favorite things.”
I find the rhythm and pattern she likes best with slow circles and adding a third finger. I get her close to the edge then pull back, waiting until she’s really panting my name before I feast, my lips covered in her arousal and my fingers drenched.
“Shawn. I need to—I have to—please,” Lacey begs, and her hands almost slide down the headboard.
“Please what?” I ask. I sit up on my knees and bend over her so I can kiss her. “I told you I’ll give you whatever you want. You just have to ask.”
“I need to come. Please let me come.”
“You’ve been good, haven’t you? Okay, Lacey girl. You can come. Then you’re going to take my cock because I know you want more.”
She whimpers and tightens around me, a few seconds of bliss before she lets out a long, loud moan. It’s a sound I’ve come to love, because I love knowing I made her feel good.
“Fuck,” she whispers, and I kiss her neck.
“One more, sweetheart. You can give me one more, right?” I ask as I circle her clit, and her breathing changes again. “There you go. Fuck, you’re so pretty when you come, Lacey. You make me want to keep you in my bed all day.”
Lacey pulls me down into a kiss, and I kiss her back. She bites my lower lip and reaches between my legs, her hands wrapping around my cock and stroking me up and down. I close my eyes when she squeezes me tight and adds a turn of her wrist.
“You’re so big,” she says. I feel her moving on the mattress, and the bed dips under her weight as she shifts around. “Biggest I’ve ever had.”
“You’re really boosting my ego tonight,” I say, and she eases me onto my back.
“I want to ride you,” she says, and I nod. “I want you to touch me while I do.”
I open my eyes and find her straddling me. I sit up on an elbow and swirl my tongue around her nipple.
Lacey hovers above me and lowers herself an inch, the head of my cock pushing through her entrance. “Shit.”
“It’s okay.” I cup both her tits in my hands and squeeze. “Take your time, sweetheart. We’ll make it fit.”
“How is this so much better than last time?” she whispers, and she leans forward. Her body weight rests against mine, and she sinks another inch lower. “You’re going to fill me up, aren’t you, Shawn?”
My palms move to her waist, and I grip her hips as tight as I can. I lift off the bed, meeting her halfway until I’m fully seated inside her.
“Goddammit,” I groan. “Feels so fucking good. You’re still so tight.”
“Tight for you,” Lacey says in my ear. “Wet for you. All of it’s for you, Shawn.”
She works me up and down, her hands on my chest and her head thrown back. She looks like a goddess on top of me and I can’t help but stare. I watch her chest bounce every time she slams down on me. I watch her fingers play with herself—pinching her nipples. Touching her clit. Dragging her hand down to her stomach and running it back up her body.
It’s too much. It’s never felt this good before, and pleasure crawls up my spine.
“Lacey,” I rasp. “I’m not—if you want me to pull out, tell me.”
“No,” she whispers. “I want your cum in me. All of it, Shawn. You know I won’t waste a drop.”
“You won’t,” I say, and there are stars in my vision. “Because you’re my good girl, aren’t you?”
“Yours. Just yours.”
Mine.
The orgasm hits me and I lift my hips, my release spilling inside of her. Her movements slow, and sweat rolls down my cheek as she pulls off of me.
“Fuck, Daniels. You sent me to outer space.”
Lacey bursts out laughing and curls up by my side. “That far, huh?”
“Even farther, probably.”
“Is it okay if we cuddle?” she asks and I open one eye.
“Of course it’s okay.” I loop my arm around her waist and pull her against my chest. My hand runs down her back then back up. “That was—I’m not sure I have words. I’ve entered a catatonic state.”
Her palm settles over my heart, and I sigh. “We’re good together, aren’t we?” she asks, and I manage to nod my head.
“It’s never been like this for me before,” I admit.
“Me, either.”
“Speaking of, I’m sorry we didn’t talk about boundaries. I’d never say some of those things outside of the bedroom, and I hope I didn’t—”
“You didn’t.” She pushes up on her elbow and looks down at me with a wide smile on her face. “I like all of it. I promise.”
“Okay. Good. That’s—glad to hear it.”
“I like it when you blush, too.” Lacey presses her fingers to my cheeks. “It’s so cute.”
“Just what every forty-something man wants to hear. That he’s cute,” I say, and she pokes my side.
“You know what I mean. I like that you have this assertive side, but I like the softer side, too,” she says.
“I like being both with you,” I admit, and she kisses me.
“So do I.”
“Do you want me to go?”
“No.” She shakes her head and curls back up against me. “I’d really like it if you stayed. For a little while. For the night. Whatever you want.”
“Okay.” I squeeze her shoulder and close my eyes. My body settles, and I feel myself starting to fall asleep. “I’m not going anywhere. Wake me up for my game on Sunday. Until then, I’m out of commission.”
“I’m going to run to the bathroom and clean up. I’ll be right back,” Lacey says, and I nod.
“Okay,” I say again, and I miss her the second she leaves my side.
