That explained why my body felt like it was off. He was right, I was an early bird. I liked to start my morning off with the sunrise, maybe a little yoga. “I—” Words currently seemed impossible as I was faced with breakfast. There was a mug of water and a glass of bright orange juice. Breakfast was sausage, bacon, eggs, surrounded by toast cut into triangles and decorated around the rim of the plate.
“I feel like I can be myself around you,” he revealed, sitting on the edge of my bed. “So, I’m going to do everything I can to make you happy. If that’s okay?” He placed his hand on my arm, going up with little finger steps. “I’ve also set out a yoga mat on the terrace.”
“Terrace?” I asked, still very overstimulated by everything that had happened yesterday.
He laughed. “Of course,” he said. “You haven’t seen this place yet. It was too dark last night. Well, eat a little, then take a step out onto the terrace just there, and take in the view. We’re right on the river. It’s gorgeous, but a little cold.”
I glanced in the direction of the double doors with the mesh curtains covering them. They let in a large amount of scattered light, but I couldn’t quite see behind them. “Okay,” I said, as my stomach let out the grumbliest rumble and startled me. “Thank you for saving me. Again.”
“My pleasure,” he said, standing and kissing me on the cheek in the process. “I’m sure you have a million questions. Just go ahead and ask them when you do. Knowledge is power, and knowing me is... well, something I want you to do.”
I wondered how other people saw him, because to me, all those tattoos were a defense, as were his muscles. Beneath it all, was so much sweetness and softness. I bet he’d never admit to any of it, though. And I’d never put him in a position where he’dhave to defend it either. My brain immediately imagined what spending the rest of our lives together would look like—pure bliss.But that was my imagination.
***
The house was gorgeous. I hadn’t seen much in the dark last night, or remembered much other than being guided up stairs and pathways while wrapped in blankets. We were somewhat secluded, surrounded by grassy mounds, and further out a road with a mailbox. The front door was actually facing out onto the St Lawrence River, which was nice and tranquil. The occasional boat passed, which had me on edge not knowing if someone was coming for us.
“Relax, kitten,” Jacques said. “If there’s an alert, it’ll sound.” He showed me to a room under the stairs.It was dedicated to surveillance and tech, scanning the boats as they passed and the airspace around us. “You need to call or text anyone?” he asked. “I know you haven’t had a phone on you for a while.”
I sighed. I really didn’t have anyone to text or call. It would’ve been work, but I couldn’t. There was nothing there for me now. I was unemployed, probably, and on the run—or not really, but that’s what it felt like.
Jacques wrapped his big arms around me. “Since it’s just the two of us,” he said, kissing my neck. “How about we explore what these surfaces feel like?”
He knew exactly how to distract me—dickstract was more appropriate—and as much as I enjoyed the peace and quiet, I definitely enjoyed the sound of his heavy moans in my ears as I was told not to be so quiet, that I could be as loud as I wanted.
“Please,” I said, slipping a hand down the front of his sweatpants. He was freeballing, and his cock was already sowarm. “Fuck me.” This man was about to fold me like a warm pretzel fresh out of the oven, fucking into the warm hole he had access to. “Fuck me, please.” I squeezed his cock and it throbbed back.
“Whatever you want,” he said, kissing me on the forehead. “Which room do you want to do it in first?”
“I—”
“Let’s be a little traditional and go to the bedroom.” He picked me up with a one-arm swoop, my hand coming out of his sweats and yanking his cock up out with me. Now it was pressed up against the waistband, looking at me.
The bed was so comfy as he threw me down onto it, and at the foot of the bed, he stripped for me. Slowly. Removing his clothes while staring at me, his eyes were intense, sending shivers right through me to the point I was gripping the duvet and blankets around me.
“I don’t have any lube,” he said. “So I’ll be eating that pretty little ass out for as long as it takes.”
I nodded, submission activated. He didn’t need to say anything more, but I tried to answer with a squeaking, “Yes.”
Flipped over onto my belly, he stripped me until I was down to my underwear, and then, pushing my head into the comfort of the duvet, he was able to send another wave of vibrational shivers through me—sensory overload in the best possible way, with my eyes closed, his soft touch up my inner thighs, stretching my legs out until I was in his favorite position.
“Please,” I begged.
He lay on my back immediately. His warmth and hard cock pressing at my ass over the boxer-shorts barrier. “How bad do you want it?” he asked in a whisper. He wet his lips for a kiss against my neck, and resumed whispering in my ear. “I can give it all to you right now, but it might hurt, or I can tease you untilyou’ve mad a little precum mess in these sheets. “Your choice, fast or slow?”
“Slow,” I said.
His gravelly moan had my ass thrusting up against his cock. “Good answer, kitten.”
It wasn’t exactly what I would’ve chosen, but I knew it was what he wanted. And I was a people pleaser. Jacques had free rein over my body, and he knew it, marking me with his kisses, stopping to suck, and I knew there’d be hickey markings there, on my back, right where I couldn’t see.
The longer he played with my body, the more I thought, I just really liked being touched—and wanted. Jacques wanted me, every single part of me. Not bits of me, not infrequently. He wanted me now, always and forever. The feeling had me swaying and thrusting into the bed, almost hoping I was a snake charmer—and his snake would be charmed to fuck me soon.
Thumbs, fingers, the ridge of his knuckles, he worked my ass with his tongue, down my taint, and tugging at my cock. He did things with his hands I’d only assumed were done with a massaging machine. And he knew when he was going too far, because he stopped and told me I wasn’t allowed to come too soon. He knew before the sensation had even registered from my dick to my brain.
“Your turn,” he told me, pushing his fingers through my hair and yanking my head back slightly. “Taste it.” He sat in front of me where my head had been pressed into the bed—his dick now in place.
I didn’t say a word, I just got to work. My tongue only managed a single lick before I was deepthroating, letting his tip swell in the back of my throat. He brushed his fingers through my hair again, pushing my head down to gag on his cock. I kept sucking, feeling the heat of the gag and his crotch in myface, until my nose was buried in his public hair. Scented like a tropical fruit, it kept me going deeper just to smell it again.
