Page 21 of Blackout

Chapter Eight

Lacey

Most married people try to set aside one night a week for date night. Maybe they go out for a fancy dinner or check out a movie they’ve been dying to see, but for me and Blackie, date night consists of powering off our phones and sprawling out on the couch. We order take-out, most of the time it’s Chinese and binge on Netflix. However, we don’t call it date night. For us, it’s Leather and Lace night and it’s my favorite night of the week.

“What’s it going to be tonight?” Blackie questions, folding his hands behind his head as he kicks his bare feet onto the coffee table. My eyes rake over his naked chest, taking in the patch of hair that trails into his low riding sweats.

“How is it possible that your abs are still visible after all the salt we just consumed?” I ask. I don’t mean to ignore his question, I’m legitimately curious. He can devour a pint of Lo-Mein and still manage to look like a Greek God but the minute I take a bite of an egg roll, my fingers swell, and my rings become a size too small.

Pulling my feet onto his lap, his lips quirk.

“Pick a movie, Lace, or I’m picking.”

“Oh, hell no,” I say. “I am not suffering through another Sci-Fi flick.”

Snapping out of my trance, I peel my eyes away from the happy trail and silently promise myself to let my tongue travel that path before the night ends. Blackie starts to massage my feet as I lean over and swipe the remote from the table. Bypassing Netflix altogether, I pull up the Google Play app on the Smart TV and purchase A Star Is Born.

Blackie continues to work my feet as the movie begins to stream and a moan slips from my lips.

“That feels amazing,” I murmur softly.

“Yeah?”

Meeting his gaze, I pull my lower lip between my teeth and nod. He keeps his eyes on mine as a sly grin spreads across his mouth and I watch as he dips his head and takes my big toe into his mouth. Immediately I release my lip and bark out a laugh as he sucks on my toe.

“Blackie!”

“Hmm?” he questions in that teasing tone of his. A second later he releases my toe with a pop and I playfully kick him.

“I can’t believe you just did that.”

“Why? I’ve sucked on every other part of your body. Your toe was probably feeling neglected.”

“I assure you my toe was just fine,” I volley. “Now, behave and watch the movie or I won’t give you your surprise.”

Lifting an eyebrow, his eyes rake the length of my body as he reaches across and fingers the hem of my silk nightie.

“I thought this was my surprise,” he says, inching the silk over my thighs.

“Oh, baby, you haven’t seen nothing yet,” I whisper, covering his hand with mine. Slowly I guide him all the way under the nightie. His fingers slide between my legs and a groan sounds from his throat when he finds me bare.

The heel of my foot finds his hardening cock and I press softly against the cotton pants shielding him.

“Christ, girl,” he hisses. “You’re killing me.”

“I promise to take good care of you, babe,” I tease, moving my foot back to his lap. “Right after the movie is over. I’ll make it good, so fucking good.”

“It’s always good with you,” he says, running his index finger along the seam of my pussy. Before I can swat his hand away, he does it himself and through hooded eyes, I watch him bring his fingertip to his nose. Biting the inside of his cheek, he takes in a deep breath and meets my gaze.

“Fucking heaven,” he grunts.

“You’re so bad,” I whisper with a smile playing softly on my lips. Moving his hands back to my feet, he drags them closer to his cock and settles against the cushions, flitting his eyes to the screen.

“I’ll show you bad,” he teases, tipping his chin towards the television. “You fucking love Bradley Cooper.”

“Only when his hair is like this,” I say, fixing the hem of my nightie as I turn my focus towards the television. “And that’s because he reminds me of you,” I admit.

“His eyes are blue.”

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