“Jack!” I cried out, flexing against his hands as his hickey tightened the ache inside me.
“I get both this time.” His face turned to my other side, and he sucked hard again, making me try to writhe up against nothing.
“Jack, Jack,” I chanted.
His lips curved into a smile against me before he lifted his head. “I love hearing you say my name. I could almost come just from that.” He pressed his nose into the wet crotch of my underwear. “Fuck, you smell so good.” His face shifted, and he licked at the dampness. “I want to make you come again.” His fingers dipped inside the edges of my underwear, and he tracked them down my body and off.
I was completely naked, but he still had all his clothes on except his shoes. “I want to see you, too, Jack.”
He reached behind his head, fisting the logoed T-shirt and dragging it off. His bare chest made me itch to touch him. I scrambled forward, my hands tracing his pecs and down, following the trail of hair to the top of his jeans.
“Off. Everything off,” I said, undoing the button but being more careful with the zipper. My hand moved inside to wrap around his penis.
Jack let out a soft moan, his eyes closing.
I let my hand travel along the length of him, slowly pulling him out of the gap to look at.
“You’re so thick,” I murmured, liking the smooth texture as I stroked up toward the tip. My head lowered. I let him rest on my tongue, my mouth closing in a shallow suck.
Jack’s body shook as his hands came up to sink into my hair. Instead of pulling me toward him to push in deeper, he tugged my head back, making me whine at the loss of his dick. “No more of that or I’m going to come already.”
I hummed at the idea of it. “That doesn’t sound bad to me.”
“I want to come inside you. If that’s what you want.”
The thought of that had me clenching. “I—oh.” I ducked my head, sitting back. “Um, you probably shouldn’t. I’m not on birth control.” My eyes shut. Neil had often complained about condoms. “I know I said—but it’s not that. I had some trouble with pain during intercourse. When I stopped taking the pills, the pain mostly went away. I never went back on them after that. Sorry, I should have mentioned it sooner.”
Jack cupped my cheeks. “That’s no problem. I’ve got us covered.” He kissed my forehead. “I’ll take care of you, Hailey. No need to worry or explain.”
“Okay,” I whispered.
Jack pushed me down to the bed, crawling on top of me. He captured my lips, kissing me into oblivion again. It wasn’t until I felt the scratch of his zipper that I remembered what I’d been doing. “Your jeans. You’re not all the way naked yet. I can—”
Jack rolled away, shoving at his clothes and wiggling until he kicked them off the bed. He rolled back completely naked, covering me with his body. The tickle of hair along his legs against mine felt almost as intimate as his erection pressed against me. The length of him was trapped between our bodies, not hard against my entrance, and I tried to wriggle him in place.
Jack laughed, rubbing our noses together. “So impatient.”
“We’ve waited long enough. I want you.”
“And I want you to feel good.” His hand slipped between us, touching me. He stroked along my slit. “So wet, but you can get wetter. Let me do this for you.” He paused, staring into my eyes.
“Okay,” I murmured, my arms wrapping around his neck and pulling his forehead against mine.
His finger slid up, finding my clit and nudging it almost gently. A spark of sensation burst inside me, and my body grew still, as if trying to absorb every movement. His finger soon stroked and rubbed, creating a slow build of pressure inside me as pleasure spread through my body.
“Oh!” I gasped as he pressed a little firmer, stroking right over my clit now in a steady rhythm that drew out tremors in my legs.
“There you are. So sweet,” Jack murmured against me, staring in my eyes. “Kiss me, Hailey.”
I latched on to his lips gratefully, smothering the grunt building in my throat. The stillness inside me grew, with my only focus on the building ache that was making me shake against him. When the clenching pulses took over, my eyes slid shut as I absorbed the orgasm he’d given me so easily.
His finger drew away, and I opened my eyes, realizing our lips rested against each other as we shared the same breath.
“So beautiful, love,” he murmured.
My hands slid through his hair. “How did you do that?”
He lifted his head, searching my eyes. “Do what? Give you an orgasm?”
