“I’m glad you did,” he said as he slid a hand on my face, pulling me into one of the soft, long kisses we always dissolved into on Sunday afternoons. Jack’s Sunday kisses. When Jack kissed me like this, soft and wet and long, with full lips pressed against mine, I got so lost it was like being pulled under a wave. He teased the seam of my lips, licked, played with my mouth, and nipped.
Playful Jack.
I moved toward his warmth, placing one knee on each side of him, straddling him as he leaned against the headboard. Jack’s size was perfect, I could just manage to use my size to dominate him like he had wanted me to earlier. But, I could also climb on him like this and be easily matched. There weren’t many other men I could straddle like this without being too large to stay there. With Jack, it was perfectly comfortable.
Jack ran his hands up my thighs. You would have thought it had been days, not mere hours, since we touched.
“Fuck, baby, scrubs?” he breathed against my lips, running his fingerbehindthe waistband of the thin material. I laughed softly even as his touch made my breath hitch, he had told me before that scrubs were sexy, and I was glad I hadn’t changed when I left the hospital although it hadn’t been intentional.
“You are tired, Jack,” I reminded him as his kisses changed to more insistent ones, as he ran his hands up and down my back and my skin instantly reacted to his touch.
“Not anymore,” he said, teasing, pushing up just enough with his hips that our woke cocks ground against each other and made me groan into his mouth. Jack’s hand ran to my cock, palming it through the thin scrub pants and causing me to groan deeper as he kept kissing me.
Playful Jack wasn’t playing anymore.
“Sweetheart,” I panted, just this side of begging already.
“Get your clothes off, P,” Jack instructed. I let the words come through the lust-haze in my mind, but I guess it was too delayed for him, because I found myself flipped on my back with his lips back on mine and it seemed they had never left.
“Was I not fast enough?” I asked, as Jack kissed down my neck, pushing my shirt up, pulling it off impatiently, but putting his mouth on my skin everywhere, causing me to arch up off the mattress. “Jack,” I whispered.
“I want you, P, fucking want to see you panting like this,” Jack said, landing kisses so many places my head spun with where his mouth would be on me next. Jack’s mouth moved down my hips, tugging my pants over my extremely hard dick, and locking eyes with me. He dipped his head down my happy-trail, kissing while pulling my thin pants down and throwing them off the bed.
“Jesus fuck,” I breathed out when he took my whole cock in his mouth. If I thought I couldn’t think before, I sure as hell couldn’t think when his perfect red lips curled around my dick. Suddenly, his mouth was gone, and Jack swiftly turned me over. He was strong, about as strong as I was, but he was taking full advantage of the element of surprise and my distracted state.
No one could get my inner wanton slut to come out like Jack could.
Jack didn’t give me any time for recovery, landing his mouth full, hot and wet against my hole, rimming me as aggressively as he ever had. I called out, moaning and shaking under his mouth as he kissed and nipped, sucked and pulled.
“Jack,” I moaned when I felt lubed fingers begin to take over the work his mouth had begun. Where had the lube even come from? I was already clutching the sheets. Jesus, when he came on to me like this I couldn’t fucking breathe, couldn’t make two damn thoughts come together correctly. He had me helpless in minutes; glorious minutes that seemed like hours of lighting me up and making me want him so badly I couldn’t think of anything else.
“Want you to call for me, Perrin. Tell me how much you want me to curl these fingers in you,” he whispered.
“Baby - you got me too wound up — not going to last if you. . . Jesus,” I said as his fingers sparked electricity against my prostate, making me leak and clench ferociously.
“God, I love you like this. I love these noises you are making for me, P.” He movedhisfingers again, hitting me in the exact spotagain, blindingly intense shudders coming though my body. He knewexactlyhow to play me, and he wasn’t holding back.
“Not going to last, Jack,” I warned again.
“I’m not slowing down,” he replied and made good on his word, driving me right to the brink. That master edging motherfucker stopped, growling at me to turn on my back over my own growls of desperation, but I did it with the last of the energy I had left. As soon as he had me where he wanted me, it was mouth, and tongue and fingers on me all over again. He built me up, only to back off, leaving me on the edge with no sense of time. There was just Jack, and lust, and need.
“Jack, Jack, Jack . . .” I panted feeling like nothing else mattered except chasing that feeling he was building up in me, as if I needed it like air or water. He moved those magic fingers again and suddenly I needed it more, more than air or water oranything. Jack could makeme feel likemy pleasure was the only thing in the world. My dick throbbed, jumping and twitching off my own body.
“So sexy like this, baby,” Jack whispered, starting to groan himself.
“Please Jack, please,” I pleaded, swallowing hard. “Mouth . . . on me . . .please.”
Suddenly his mouth was there, covering my cock, but his fingers didn’t stop. I gasped, beyond words now, nothing left but sounds and groans. My brain wanted me to beg him to make me come, but I wasn’t sure if I was actually able to make those words inany coherent way. The heat that was building came full force wrapped in the electricity of what Jack was making me feel, and I came against his mouth with a roar.
I heard Jack’s own groans of pleasure, and I knew he had come with me.
He came up and kissed me in more of those long, languid kisses we started with earlier, as if none of what occurred in between had even happened.
“God, P, I love seeing you all fucked-out,” he breathed between his kisses. “Making you look all fucked-out.”
“Jack,” I said, putting everything into his name that I couldn’t otherwise say. I pressed my lips against his, trying to put the tightness in my chest into the kiss. “Need a shower and I can’t move,” I said slowly, minutes later.
“Give it a minute,” he suggested, laughter in his voice, making the mood lighter in an instant.
