“You’re so good, Jackie. You take such good care of me.”
Jack whimpered as he kissed me, and I wanted to give him more. My hands went back to his ass, kneading the cheeks in my palms. He let out a choked moan, so I tested a theory. I tightened my grip on his ass and he flexed into it. I looked up to check his reaction, and his eyes were not on our reflection, but on me. I slid one hand to hold his lower back, feeling the divots punctuating his spine. My other hand trailed over his ass crack, a move that made me stretch around his back. I stroked up and down, putting slightly more pressure with each pass.
“You want me to push more?”
“Don’t stop,” spilled out of his mouth before I could get my question all the way out.
“I won’t, baby,” I said. “Not until you tell me to.”
My finger reached its destination, and I pressed in on his tight hole. His whined cuss almost sent me right over the edge.
“You see, Jack, you like taking care of me, but no one’s been taking care of you. And I promise I’m going to fix it. I’m going to take care of you. I’ll give you what you need.”
“I want to do anything for you,” he gasped, swallowing hard and resting his forehead against mine again. “Fucking anything, Mara.”
I nodded, my hand grasping his side. “I’ve got you.”
His lips tightened into a line. “I want you to come, baby.”
I grabbed his hand and positioned it so his thumb could flick my clit while I fucked against him. I rolled my hips and he thrust into me, our eyes locked until mine slammed shut and my head fell back.
“That’s it, Mara. So beautiful,” he said. “Show me how pretty you are wearing this and coming on my cock.”
I bucked and cried, reaching for a hand to hold as he brought me over the edge.
He sighed long and loud as I pulsed against him. “Can I pound you through it?”
I just nodded, unable to use words. He smashed our bodies together again as his hips slapped into mine. My inner thighs buckled, my orgasm becoming one wave after another until he stilled inside me. There was a soft splat as we dripped onto the floor and we both laughed. He wiped my damp bangs off my brow.
“I think maybe we came a lot,” I joked.
“I think so,” Jack said, looking below to assess the situation. He shook his head and watched me with starry eyes. “So glad I found you, Mara.”
“Well, technically the school’s disciplinary system put us together.”
He looked past me for a moment and laughed, shaking his head.
“What?”
“I was going to say something, but it was stupid,” he mumbled.
“Say it. I’d have to file a lot of paperwork to get away from you.”
Jack gazed at me, then leaned close to my ear. “I think you’re my favorite kind of trouble.”
THIRTY-SIX
MARA
DECEMBER
Things were startingto go my way. I was able to grab a cancellation spot to see the rheumatologist sooner than the predicted six to twelve months. I wouldn’t have been able to sneak out to an appointment so easily if I hadn’t taken Jack up on his offer. It seemed like that bonkers investment was now paying its dividends for my health.
I had a whole bevy of X-rays, MRIs, and blood tests to get the status of where I was and where we could reasonably make accommodations to make my life easier.
The thing that I was most hopeful, and nervous, about was a compounded medication that could make my full-body pain episodes less frequent. I held it together in her office, but when I got out to my car, I cried and cried. How many years had I spent in pain without any hope of reprieve? And it could still not work, but just to be heard was something remarkable. How many times had I been told I made it up?
I knew Jack might be at practice, but I chanced calling him and he answered.
