31: alondra

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It's our last night in Texas.

Jack went and got breakfast with his mom this morning, but unfortunately she has to work tonight so it's just us. We got takeout from his favorite restaurant and are currently watching an old movie streaming on cable. It's kind of been the perfect last night.

I'm curled into Jack's side as he strokes my arm repeatedly. The western movie is a soothing sound in the background. "You're not going to fall asleep on me, are you?" Jack asks, his breath tickling my ear.

"No." I say, tilting my head up to look at him.

He has an easy smile on his face that's matching the one on mine. "Really? I'm pretty sure I saw your eyes close a couple of minutes ago."

"Maybe I was just blinking?"

Jack chuckles, "Maybe. What's going on in the movie?"

"The cowboys are shooting at the police while trying to reclaim their treasure."

The comforting cinnamon smell of Jack is permanently embedded in my brain and nose. I feel his lips graze against my neck and I smile, tilting my head to give Jack more access.

"If you're just planning on teasing me, I'd like to know now before I get my hopes up."

"We'll see your comfort level and then make that decision."

I let out an annoyed huff, turning to face him. "I'm perfectly fine to make that decision now. You don't need to treat me like I'm made of glass especially after you promised me how great this would be or should I expect it to be as poor as your kissing?"

Jack laughs, amusement sparkling in his eyes, "You say one thing but your body doesn't lie Al. You like kissing me just as much as I like kissing you. The only difference is I have no problem admitting it."

"And what about the treating me like glass part?"

"I just want to make sure you're comfortable and I'm not pressuring you in any way. I don't want to be like..." Jack trails off and I cup his cheek with my hand, feeling the slight scratch from his shadow of facial hair.

"You promised me you wouldn't compare yourself to Grady." I remind him stubbornly. "I'm comfortable. You're not pressuring me. I want to be here and dammit I want to have sex with you."

There's a hint of amusement in his eyes, "Well damn."

I laugh breathlessly, trying to ease the mood even more. I didn't mean to bring Grady up, but it needed to be said. Jack did promise. "Clearly I needed to just say it point blank for you because you've been getting in your head. If you can't deliver what you promised then just let me know now so I can prepare myself for disappointment."

Jack kisses me deeply, commanding control over me that I willingly give to him. He stands up, lifting me easily with him. I practically swoon at how confident the move was as Jack seems like himself again. I wrap my legs around his torso to hold on, feeling his erection press against me. "But the movie," I protest jokingly and he stares at me.

"Fuck the movie."

Yeah, I didn't really care about it. This is so much more exciting.

He sets me on the bed, leaning over me as his voice drops a few octaves. "You won't be disappointed. But seriously, if you want to stop, just say the words."

I shiver slightly, but nod in agreement. I know Jack notices how my skin has pebbled because his smug smile grows. I pull him back down to crash his lips on mine eagerly. I don't think I've ever wanted to be with someone as badly as I want to be with Jack.

Jack's kiss is strong and dominant as his hand slips underneath my shirt and travels up to cup my breast over my bralette. I moan into his mouth, my excitement taking precedent over my nerves.

I run my fingers through his soft hair, pulling on it slightly as he sweeps his tongue through my mouth. Jack breaks the contact between us, pulling his shirt off in one smooth motion that causes my mouth to water at the sight of him. I pull mine off, embarrassingly desperate to feel his lips on mine again.

"Fuck Alondra. You're beautiful." He says, bracing himself over me again.

"Jack," I whine as he brushes his thumb over my cheek, pulling on my bottom lip. He kisses the corner of my mouth, trailing down to my chest. I hook a leg up over his hip, pulling him closer because any kind of distance right now is unbearable.

He grinds into me, a short groan coming from Jack as he sucks and bites me. An idea pops into my head, but I struggle to actually say the words. "Wait-"

I barely have to say the words and he's off me immediately. "What is it? Did I do something wrong? Are you okay?" Jack asks, scanning my face for any hint of hesitation.

I bite my lip trying to voice what I want. I didn't mean to freak him out or anything. "I want to touch you," I say quietly, but confidently. My heart is beating crazily in my chest right now and he smiles at me.

"Thank fuck. I would have been fine if you wanted to stop but..." He gets cut off as I stand up from the bed, shimmying out of my shorts quickly. He leans down, pressing his lips shortly against mine. I push Jack backwards until he sits on the edge of the bed and I lower to my knees.

He lets me untie his sweatpants and pull them down so Jack can kick them off. Next come his briefs and my confidence wanes for a moment. "Alondra," Jack says, a hint of concern in his voice.

I ignore it, wrapping my hand around the base and pumping a few times. His hips lift up slightly to encourage me and I smile as Jack curses aloud when I take him in my mouth. Jack's moans boost my ego and I increase my enthusiasm. The thought of having Jack in a vulnerable position like this is enticing to me. He's letting me control the situation.

He pulls me up, a hungry look in his eyes, flipping us back into our original position. I can still taste and feel him in my mouth, but I'm a little disappointed he didn't let me continue until he came. "Don't look at me like that," He says, his voice sounding strained as he grabs a condom from his bedside table, setting it next to me on the bed.

"Like what?" I ask curiously.

"Like you're sad I didn't let you finish." Jack says, dropping his mouth to my stomach. His fingers loop underneath the band of my underwear, pulling it down slowly as he presses short kisses everywhere but where I want them to be.

"Jack," I moan, fisting the sheets as he slips a finger into me, testing the waters. He quickly adds another finger a couple of seconds later before placing a kiss right on top of my clit. My body reacts on it's own accord to Jack's stimulation, my mind going into overdrive as it tries to process what's happening.

I feel alive right now.

Jack is making me feel safe and like I'm sexy, a prize to be won with the way he's worshipping me.

With an increase in tempo and all his attention, I hit my peak quickly. Jack lifts his head up, shooting me a quick smirk that has me wanting to strangle him and kiss him at the same time.

"Al."

I look him dead in those beautiful damn eyes of his. "Jack, if you don't fuck me then I think I might die." I say breathlessly, refusing to let him back out when he looks hard enough I'm sure it's causing him physical pain.

He smiles, his dimples making an appearance as Jack sheaths himself with protection. I bite my lip to try and hide my moan when he finally starts to slowly slide in, keeping his eyes on me the entire time. I think that makes it ten time more erotic. I hook my legs up around him, encouraging him to move and that I'm okay.

"Jesus fucking Christ Alondra." He practically growls, rocking back before slamming into me. My breath catches in my throat at the sight as I drag my nails across his shoulders, holding on tightly to the man who has quickly become my rock the last few months.

We fit well together, figuratively and literally. Jack doesn't last long, especially not after the partial blowjob I gave him a little bit ago. I have another small orgasm, but it's nothing like my first. He pulls out, discarding the condom before laying next to me on the bed. I curl into Jack's side immediately, resting my head on his chest as he tries to catch his breath after covering us with a blanket.

"That was..." He trails off, holding me close to him.

"Ten out of fucking ten." I answer quickly, causing him to laugh.

"Ten out of fucking ten," Jack agrees. He strokes my hair as I listen to the rapid thumping of his heart. It matches my own, but I also know the feelings that Jack has for me are drastically different from the ones I have for him.

I feel like Jack sees me and I want to see all of him if he'd let me. I just wish he'd let me.

"Dollar for your thoughts?" He asks a few moments after I close my eyes. I tap my fingers on the ridges of his abdomen.

"Pretty sure paying a girl after sex is supposed to be an offensive thing," I joke, sucking in a shaky breath.

Jack chuckles, "You know what I mean. I wanna hear what's going through your mind. You're always thinking about something."

"I'm thinking about how exhausted I am." I answer carefully. I hold onto him tightly, already dreading the day that our game ends.

And then I feel the slightest shift of tension in his body before he even asks his question. "Do you regret it?"

If I lie and say I do regret it, then I have no doubt that our friendship will go back to what it was prior to his stupid idea to be friends with benefits. Or maybe I'm the stupid one for agreeing when I know I have feelings for him.

But if I tell him the truth that I don't because it felt like it was more than sex. It felt like a connection. A connection I didn't think I'd get or deserve after Grady. I'm feeling emotional only because we just had sex.

"No. I don't regret it."

I feel Jack press a short kiss to the crown of my head and my heart flutters happily. "Good. I don't either. The only thing I regret is waiting this long to have sex with you."

I rest my head back on his muscular chest. "Do you ever wonder what would have happened if you didn't find me in my father's office that morning?"

"I think I'd be kicking myself for not pushing harder to get your phone number. I'd probably be failing my class because of my stupid dyslexia. And I'd have missed out on meeting the most extraordinary person I've ever gotten to know. I think my life would be a fucking disaster if I hadn't found you, Alex." Jack teases me, using the name I let him believe was mine that first night. His words should make me happy, but all they do is cause my heart to ache.

I swallow the lump forming to appear in my throat. "In my defense, you asked if my name was Alex and I didn't correct you."

He doesn't respond for a moment. "But most of all, I'd be missing you darling." His arm tightens around my back, holding me in place. I close my eyes tightly, feeling unshed tears burning in them as I fall deeper and deeper into my feelings for Jack.

I think I'm past the point of no return.

Fuck.

Why couldn't he just be an asshole?

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