“No. Nothing works as a disguise for me. I could wear a wig and people would still recognize me.”
That sucks.
I would hate it.
Will hate it, I’m sure, once we go out into public together more often, which I know is inevitable. I have a lifetime ahead of me of being seen in public with him, as Skippers father.
It will be second nature to her once she gets used to it but I doubt I ever will.
“That dress was so fucking sexy.” He’s saying as he pulls his own shirt over his head.
“Then why’d you take it off so fast?”
“Because you’re sexier without it, you goof.”
I run my hands over his bare chest, loving the way his warm skin feels beneath my fingers, loving the smatter of hair there. It makes him look masculine and strong. Strapping.
The vee that disappears into his waistline draws my eye the same way his pleasure trail does, and I work his jeans down his hips so I can run my hands over that, too.
“I wish we had more time.”
“I know, babe.”
That’s the second time he’s called me babe today and it feels so…definite. Permanent.
Couple-y.
Our tongues entwine even as we fall to the bed, laughing the entire way down. I still have my bra and underwear on, Jack still in his pants which are mostly down around his knees. He kicks and until they’re off as he lays on his back, then pulls me on top of him, hands immediately straying to my ass.
His boxers. My briefs.
Thin material doing nothing to prevent the sensation of his dick from making my lower half tingle when he nestles it between my legs.
I tingle harder when he moves the cotton fabric so his thumb can brush up and down my pussy, round and around in circles so I get wet.
News flash: I’ve been wet for him since the kiss in the car. Since he picked me up and carried me up here.
I’m a walking, talking, teenage hormone and Jack is a teenage dream.
God he’s sexy.
I can barely stand it, having his hands on me, I want to self-combust.
Wanting to be under him, I roll off the top to the mattress and he follows, settling between my legs, arms braced on either side of my head.
Our tongues are wet.
Our patience is short.
Our underwear? Off.
“You’re so fucking wet,” he moans into my mouth as his cock slides back and forth over my slit, getting me wetter still.
I moan too, wanting him inside. Insatiable for him.
“I’m wet for you.” Just you.
“Fuck babe, I love you underneath me.”
“I want you inside me,” I tell him, unabashed, wiggling, and somewhat desperate. The clock is ticking as we lay here. Every second we’re not having sex is a second closer to him having to roll out of bed, get dressed, and leave.
“Then have me.” My voice is brimming with emotion as Jack slides in slowly, adjusting himself until he’s all the way in. I grab his hips, knees on either side of his hips as he thrusts and thrusts and thrusts, our lovemaking fast.
I wouldn’t call it a quickie, but there is no slow burn to how fast his orgasm comes.
Mine? Not so much.
Jack pulls out, spilling himself on my stomach with an apology, breathing heavy as he lays his head on my chest.
My mind whirls. My lower lip juts out into a pout.
Rude! Only one of us gets to orgasm?
I don’t think so, buddy….
As if he were reading my mind, Jack finally lifts his head. “Let me get a rag and clean you off.”
He hops out of bed and brings a terry cloth towel from the sink, wiping the liquid off my lower belly before discarding it on the tile bathroom floor.
His eyebrow is raised when he looks at me. “Do you have a vibrator?”
Oh thank god he’s asking.
I don’t mean to be a brat, but I would have been pissed if he hadn’t planned to make me come.
“I sure do.” I point at the bedside table. “Second drawer down.”
Jack climbs onto the bed and hangs over the other side, his gorgeous body stretching to open the drawer, all smooth muscles and firm curves. While he’s rooting around in my sex toy drawer, I run a palm along his backside, stroking his ass and admiring it at the same time.
I’m still wet and still turned on.
So close was I to climaxing before he beat me to it and pulled out, the retrieval of the vibrator the only saving grace for him right now.
He fumbles with the power button until it comes to life.
I roll to my back, spreading my legs, bending my knees—my plan is to allow him to worship me and do all the work while I reap the benefits of the vibrator.
It’s blue and one of my favorites; tried and true, it’s a basic wand that has never let me down.