Good Boy - Part 6 (Patreon)

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It was a beautiful day. A perfect day, really. The sun was shining. The air was warm with a gentle breeze and scented with the flowers blooming all around the park.

What made the day perfect, though, was that Jonathan was on a date with Bridget. A picnic date, to be exact. He'd packed the basket and they'd already enjoyed the food he'd prepared. They'd enjoyed the sangria he'd made - and concealed in what looked like aluminum water bottles - and he felt a lovely, boozy buzz coursing through him.

They'd already been there for nearly an hour and Jonathan felt no desire to leave. He would have spent the entirety of the day sitting on that blanket with Bridget next to him in a cute, rather short sundress that left two thirds of her thighs exposed, making it nearly impossible for him not to glance at her soft, milky white flesh over and over again.

Jonathan made sure to touch her legs as often as seemed reasonable, often doing so while sharing a soft kiss with his girlfriend. She returned his physical affection, caressing his face, running her fingers through his hair, and touching his legs a great deal, too, even getting awfully close to his cock once or twice and doing so with a slightly naughty smile on her face.

Then, moments after yet another kiss, Jonathan was struck by the desire to declare his feelings - his overwhelming feelings - for his girlfriend. He wasn't sure why he hadn't uttered the words prior to that moment, but he suddenly felt as though he couldn't go a moment longer without saying them.

"Bridget," he said as his heart pounded.

She smiled. "What is it?"

"I love you. I'm in love with you." Joy overtook Jonathan as he said it. "In fact, I'm madly in love with you."

Her smile brightened and she leaned in. She glanced at his lips and then met his gaze from just a few inches away. "I'm madly in love with you too, Jonathan. Truly, madly, deeply in love."

They kissed. It was soft and slow and first, but their lips refused to part and the kiss deepened and turned into something far more erotic. Their tongues entwined and her fingers crept up his thigh, inching towards his now-stiff cock as he put a hand on her waist.

"I want you," he whispered.

"And you'll get to have me. Not yet, though. Not until I say so."

Jonathan felt a touch of frustration - though not in a bad way - and leaned in to kiss her neck. She moaned softly and ran her fingers through his hair. He was so caught up in his desire that he tried his best to arouse Bridget to such a point that she'd insist on going back to her apartment so they could have sex. He kissed her neck. He nibbled on her earlobe. He ran his fingers as far up her thighs as seemed appropriate in public and he let them dance over her soft skin. She moaned softly the entire time, but she failed to insist that they leave the park.

Eventually, Jonathan pulled back and saw that her chest and cheeks were a little bit pink, a surefire sign of her desire. Bridget seemed content to sit in that desire, though.

"You've gotten very good at turning me on," she said, confirming his suspicions.

"Yeah?"

Bridget nodded. "You've gotten very good at making me cum, too. You were always good at it, to be honest, but you've gotten even better. Your tongue, your fingers, your cock...you're even good at using my toys to make me cum. It's a very nice quality for my boyfriend to have."

Jonathan scooted a little closer, kissed her neck, and whispered, "I like making you cum."

"Even though I don't always make you cum after I've had an orgasm?"

"I don't mind that," he replied. "Sometimes I like it, actually. I don't really know why?"

She kissed him softly and offered just a hint of tongue. It was the kind of kiss meant to communicate affection and love, and while it succeeded in arousing him, it wasn't the sort kiss meant to lure him deeper into a state of desire.

"Rest your head in my lap," she whispered.

Jonathan slid back and lowered his head to her lap. The fabric of her dress felt impossibly soft against his face and when she reached down to run her fingers through his hair he closed his eyes and smiled at the sudden sense of warmth, relaxation, and happiness that washed over him.

"Do you ever wish I was different?" she asked. "That I was a little more of a normal girlfriend?"

"How do you mean?"

Her fingers moved through his hair, over the back of his neck, and down his back. "Most girlfriends aren't anywhere near as eager as I am to control their boyfriend's orgasms. Most girlfriends don't demand body worship and pussy worship from their boyfriends. Most girlfriends are far more willing to submit to the sexual desires of their boyfriends than I am and I wouldn't blame you for wanting to be with a girl like that."

Jonathan was baffled by the question. He rolled onto his back - with his head still in her lap - and looked up at Bridget as she smiled down at and caressed his face.

"I've never felt the way I feel right now, Bridget. I've been in love before, but not like this. This is different. This is deeper. This is...it's so much better. I mean, I was going to get married and I was convinced it would be a great marriage, but I never felt about her the way I feel about you."

For a few seconds Bridget's face was unreadable as she stared down at him. Then her lips curled into a smile that kept on growing until her entire face brightened, like his response had offered relief to a dark feeling that had briefly overtaken her.

"I feel the same way about you," she said. "I mean that I've never felt this way about anyone else."

Jonathan was tempted to sit up and kiss her, but instead he remained on his back with his head in her lap. He closed his eyes as she caressed his face, ran her fingers through his hair, and from time to time ran her hand over his chest. All of it felt spectacularly good and he was convinced he could remain in that position for hours and bask in the pleasure of being so close to the woman he loved.

"I've been thinking about a writing project," she said.

He opened his eyes and saw her smiling down at him. "Yeah?"

Bridget nodded and caressed his face in a manner that made Jonathan feel every bit of her professed love for him. "There are other women like me. I've been thinking about writing for them."

"Women like you?"

"Women that want to be with a good boy."

Jonathan's cock stirred at that phrase that held such power.

"I've never met any of them in person, but they exist. After my last relationship ended I went online looking for help. I didn't find much, but I did find that there were lots of women that aren't interested in the typical relationship structure, that want to be with a man that finds satisfaction in being a good boy for his girlfriend. I thought maybe I'd try and write about it."

Jonathan was surprised to feel a little uncomfortable with the idea of Bridget writing about their relationship. The site she worked for got quite a bit of traffic and he wasn't sure he wanted tens of thousands of people knowing the details of his particular relationship style. It wasn't necessarily fair of him to feel that way, though, so he refrained from offering an outright objection.

"For the site?"

She shook her head. "No. I was thinking something more like a newsletter. An email newsletter. I was...well, I was thinking I'd like to do it under a pen name. That feels...I don't know, safer. I mean, you never know who could end up reading this kind of thing and I'm not sure I want certain kinds of guys trying to find me in real life, you know?"

Jonathan hadn't thought about that part of it, but of course Bridget would be wary of generating attention from a certain kind of guy. "That makes sense. That makes a lot of sense, actually. Would it be the sort of thing you'd try to make money from, or are you just looking to write?"

"It would be nice to make money from it. I mean, paid newsletters are definitely a thing and I'll bet I could find an audience willing to give me a bit of money in exchange for genuine help in this particular area."

Bridget caressed his face and then gently ran her index finger over Jonathan's lips as she studied his face. He felt an urge - a significant urge - to try and take her finger into his mouth, but he repressed it. It wasn't really appropriate behavior for the park, though that didn't stop his body from feeling a surge of arousal at the mere contemplation of it.

"It turns me on that you're so eager to be a good boy for me, Jonathan." She caressed his face once more and then rested her hand against his cheek. "Even the simplest things can be a turn on for me, like when I told you I wanted a foot rub last night and you didn't hesitate to offer it. You didn't roll your eyes. You didn't show any hint of frustration. Instead, you were excited to rub my feet. You were excited to be a good boy, Jonathan, and that always makes my pussy wet. It makes me tingle. It makes me feel like I'm floating a little bit."

"I feel the same way," he said. "When I get to be a good boy for you, that is."

Jonathan felt it in that moment. He felt the tingling. He felt the floating sensation. He knew it was desire of a particular kind, of the sort he only really felt when he was being a good boy for his girlfriend.

"I'm not going to do it here in the park, but I feel a strong desire to sit on your face right now," she said. "To feel your head between my thighs. To see the look of lust in your eyes as I pull my panties aside and offer you my pussy. To see how desperately you want to taste me, to make me cum."

"I do want that," he replied. "I'd do it in the park, too. I don't care."

Bridget ran her index finger over his lips again, but this time she had a lusty look on her face. Jonathan opened his mouth ever-so-slightly and she accepted the invitation and slipped her finger between his lips. He closed them around her invading flesh and sucked gently.

In an instant Bridget's breathing was heavier and her eyes lit up with desire. She quickly slipped a second finger into his mouth and moved both in and out. Jonathan's cock was hard. He didn't care that anyone that looked over would see his girlfriend gently fucking his mouth. He didn't care that they'd see him sucking her fingers with such wanton desire. All that mattered was that his willingness to be invaded in that manner was quite clearly turning her on.

Bridget pulled her fingers from his mouth, gently wiped them on the blanket, and said, "Kiss me."

He sat up, rested a hand on the side of her face for a moment, and then leaned in. Their lips met and immediately parted. Their tongues entwined in the deeply passionate manner of two people that desperately wanted each other. Jonathan was convinced their clothes would have come off almost instantly were they not in the park. As it was, his cock throbbed with desire and he suspected that were he to press his fingers against her panties he woudl find them soaked with desire that matched his own.

"I want you," he whispered.

"I want you too," she replied. "I want to sit on your face. I want to smother you with my pussy. I want to leave you covered in my juices after you make me cum. I want to tease your cock. I want to stroke it and kiss it and lick it and suck on it."

Bridget straddled him with such speed and deftness that Jonathan was caught off guard. He recovered as her lips neared his and met her passion for another deep kiss, this time with her grinding in his lap as a thrilling bonus.

"I want to drive you mad with desire," she whispered. "I want to make your dick so hard it hurts. I want to make you beg for the pleasure of being inside me, of fucking your girlfriend. I want to tease you as I sit on your cock. I want to milk you with my pussy. I want to watch the pleasure on your face as I ride you slowly."

They weren't having sex, but the pleasure of her grinding back and forth in his lap was nearly the same as if he was inside her, especially since nearly a week had passed since she'd last let him cum and he was feeling rather pent up.

The intense arousal coursing through him made it difficult for Jonathan to restrain himself. He wanted to lift the back of Bridget's dress and grab her ass. He wanted to pull her panties aside and finger her while she moved her hips over his lap. He wanted to slip the straps of her sundress from her shoulder, free her breasts, and flick his tongue back and forth over her stiff nipple while she moaned.

"You're so hard for me," she whispered.

"I'm so turned on...this feels...this feels so good Bridget...I'm actually...fuck, I think you need to stop."

"Why?"

"Because...because I might cum."

Bridget's smile communicated her utter delight at the idea that she'd turned Jonathan on so thoroughly that he might actually cum in his pants. She didn't slow the movements of her hips, either. Instead, she sped up a little and dropped her hips lower, generating even more friction.

"Bridget...please..."

Jonathan was pleading, but it wasn't entirely clear what he was pleading for. He wanted to cum and yet it would be horribly embarrassing to make such a mess in his pants.

"If you don't stop...I won't be able to stop myself from..."

She shut him up by kissing him. Her tongue moved deep into his mouth as her fingers danced through his hair before settling on the back of his neck.

"I want you to cum in your pants," she said softly. "I want you to be a good boy and cum in your pants for me."

It was the last thing he'd ever expected to hear from a girlfriend. It wasn't the sort of thing most women wanted their boyfriends to do. Bridget wanted it, though, and despite the embarrassment he'd feel, Jonathan was in no position to deny his girlfriend what she wanted.

"Cum for me," she reiterated. "Be a good boy and cum for me."

Jonathan came in his pants. She kissed him and he moaned into her mouth while cum filled his underwear. His loins pulsed with pleasure that was among the most intense he'd ever felt. She lured her tongue into his mouth and sucked like she was giving a blowjob, further enhancing his already intoxicatingly pleasurable orgasm.

"I've never done that before," Bridget said with a sweet smile. "I have to say...I really enjoyed how that made me feel. So much so that I think I need you to take me back to my place and make me cum several times. After we get you cleaned up, that is."

"I can't think of anything I'd enjoy more than worshiping you for the rest of the afternoon," he replied.

She kissed him slowly and deeply. She held his head in her hands and slowly moved her hips over his crotch, sending shockwaves of post-orgasmic pleasure through his body.

"You were a very good boy," she whispered. "So much so that I'm going to make you cum a second time today. Not until later - not until you've worshiped my body and taken me to dinner - but I'm going to let you fuck me tonight and I'm going to let you take your time so the orgasm is especially good."

Jonathan smiled. "I love you so much, Bridget."

"I love you too."

She climbed off his lap, opened her water bottle, and took a sip of the sangria hidden inside as Jonathan looked down to see that there was only the smallest wet spot in his jeans. Thankfully, the cum hadn't yet soaked through, which meant he had a chance of getting back to her place without it being obvious to everyone on the street that he'd cum in his pants.

It didn't really matter if someone noticed he'd cum in his pants, though. Jonathan had done it for Bridget. He'd done it to be a good boy for her and she'd fought more delight than he'd expected in it.

Being a good boy for the woman he loved was all that really mattered, and if that meant cumming in his pants in public, then Jonathan was happy to do so.