“To your place?” he asked, perking up.
I smirked. “I was thinking so that we could change out the hay in their stalls.”
“Oh, yeah, we can—”
“I’m kidding.” I took his hand, sliding my fingers between his and squeezing. “I want to go somewhere I can kiss you without anyone seeing, and I want to give you a gold star, but they’re not on me.”
He squeezed my hand back in a rhythmic pulse, as if mimicking his rapid heart as it raced. “Where are they?”
“At the house, they’re in my other jacket, you know, the denim one with the nice faux fur inline,” I said. “And it might take a while to find them as well, so we might have to leave these guys out here for an hour. I’m not sure yet. You think that’s ok?”
A rabbit in headlights as he looked at me. “I—I—I don’t know, are they ok to be left here? You haven’t wanted to leave them alone.”
I had reason for it as well. “I didn’t want them to fall back into old habits, and I don’t think they will. So, what do you say, an hour at mine, help me find you those sticker rewards, and you can—I don’t know, tell use those magic hands you use to make those croissants with.”
He giggled. “Those were premade, but premade by me, and then frozen, so—”
A kiss shut him up, he was a rambler when he was nervous, and I enjoyed this method of silence. Although I felt like I could still taste the words on his tongue. And they were delicious.
We went back to the guesthouse where I’d barely touched since arriving, only to occasional charge my eReader, or grab something quick to eat whenever Jace couldn’t, or had forgot. I didn’t blame him on those days because he was going home exhausted after all the pressure I put on him to be around the horses.
As soon as the door closed behind us, I picked Jace up and he wrapped his legs around my waist. He kicked his boots off as I stepped out of mine, while I pushed him against the wall.In that pinch point, I was able to begin undressing him out of his jacket, but more importantly, out of his shirt. I found skin, so soft, so hairless, I immediately rubbed my face against it, my mouth seeking out his hard pink nipples. The sound of his heart racing sent tingles and sweat from his body right onto my face.
Away from the wall and into the bedroom, he shed the shirt and jacket that had been falling off his arms. I placed him on the bed and climbed on in front of him, stripping before him, my fingers now far too excited from touching his skin to function properly. So, I tore my shirt off, a series of buttons popped off, except the last, which I plucked away with newfound sexually charged strength.
“I’m ready for my reward, Daddy,” he said, unbuckling his belt and slipping his jeans off.
“Wait no more,” I said. “You’ve been a real good boy.” I whipped my belt out of the loops, a crack thwipped in the air, causing Jace to moan loudly. “But the question is, how good have you been?”
He laid there, sinking his teeth into his lip and nodding. “So good.”
“Then let me reward you for all the good things you’ve done,” I said, picturing myself as one of the heroes in a romance novel, the one I’d yet to finish on my eReader. I briefly climbed off the bed to get out of my jeans and promptly jumped back on in my boxer briefs tenting near the opening.
Jace stared at the bulge, wiping the sweat on his hands down his thighs before reaching out to it. “Can I touch it, Daddy?”
“See if he’s awake first before you touch him,” I said, flexing my cock with a bounce. “Looks like you’re about to make a new friend.”
He pulled my boxers down and lifting himself up with his hands around my thighs, his hands didn’t touch my cock, he justlatched on with his mouth, immediately going in with that deep throat of his, taking my throbbing cock all the way until his nose was nestled in my small bush of pubic hair. I caressed the back of his head, my palms flinching with gentle pushes as his tongue worked magic along my shaft.
Through moans, I encouraged him. “Good boy.”
And when he pulled away, his eyes watered, slightly bloodshot, and his mouth was covered in saliva and a big smile. “How good?”
“Very. My turn,” I said, “lay back down. I wanna taste you now.”
His eyes widened. “You’ll have to be gentle.”
“That’s my middle name, maybe.” I winked at him, kissing his forehead and he fell back onto the pillow and giggled.
“I’m ready.”
15. JACE
I was so ready for Daddy Lorenzo to bury himself deep in me, I’d been ready since that first kiss, but now it was happening. His touch traveled the length of my body with an electricity that had my body clenching and tensing. I was so hard with my cock stuffed inside the tight briefs, and he unleashed it. My cock thwacked back on my stomach, and he wasted no time in tracing the length of it with his tongue, making full eye contact with me as he did.
“That’s a lot of precum,” he said as his tongue rubbed under my tip, producing more of the translucent liquid. He lapped it up and swallowed. “Tastes delicious. I don’t think you filled an entire sheet of gold stars yet, so I’ll need to think of a small reward.”
In a recoil action, my stomach tensed, throwing my upright to a seated position. “I’ve got a lot of sheets filled,” I told him. “Like, so many in my bedroom, and I want a reward, a big one.” My eyes trying to dart to his cock that he was hiding against the bed. “Please. I’m good. And I promise I’ll be even better if you give me a big reward.”
