I have no idea how our fight had turn into sex, but Jack had been too rough.

Now, it was my turn.

I tackled him onto his band, knowing I couldn't pin him down with my strength alone, I took hold of his dick.

“Move a single muscle and I'll dig my nails in.” I threatened, and Jack held still glaring up at me.
“You're a bitch.”
“Yeah? And you're a fucking douchebag.”
“I hate you, you're psychotic!” He yelled, and I leaned down to whisper in his ear.
“I'm not the one who started this.”

I bit down on his neck, making him his out in pain. I felt his arms move to shove me, or something so I squeezed his cock as a reminder of what I could do. He laid them flat again, and I continued my assault on his neck, trailing down to his chest. My hand started moving roughly up and down his length. He's lucky it was still wet from being inside me. At this point, I wouldn't give a shit how uncomfortable a dry hand job would be.

Jack was half moaning, half groaning in pain. I bit down over one of his nipple and he yelled out a loud 'fuck' and gripped the grass.

“Is that necessary?” he grounded out, and I bit down harder just to prove a point. I let go once I tasted the metallicness of blood and looked down at him.

“Yeah, it is. Cause I'm sick of all the drama that revolves around us.”
“Don't say us like we're together.”
“I didn't break up with you, you basically broke up with me by the way you were eye fucking Morgan.” I sneered out her name.
“Nothing happened!” He complained.

I pressed the nail of my thumb into his slit, making him cry out.I slid up my free hand to his shoulder, before dragging it right back down, scratching his entire torso. I pumped him faster, feeling him grow harder. I ignored what he said, cause there was no way he was telling me the truth. Fucking prick or not though, I was going to end this...thing we were doing. Despite how much it hurt, I was still turned on by all his actions.

I lifted myself off him, moving my body so my cunt aligned with his dick. Jack was desperately gripping the ground, avoiding holding onto my hips as I slowly lowered myself onto him. I did it sow enough so it was unbearable, not teasing or sexy at all. When I finally had all of him in me, I just sat there for a moment.

“Fucking move!” He screamed, gripping his own hair.
“Why?”
“You know why!”
“Say I'm better than her.” I wanted to hear it. I wanted him to admit it.
“Never. She taught me everything.”
“Fucking say it.” I dug my nails into his chest.
“N-no.” He resisted, and I grinded myself up, as if I was going to pull of him. Jack whined in the back of his throat.
“I'm the best lay you ever fucking had.” I hissed out, and Jack finally let out a breath of frustration.
“You were.”
“I'm better.”
“You are.” He confirmed.
“How bad do want me?”
“Bad enough.” He spat out, and I took it. It was as good of an answer as I was going to get.

I started off slow, just rocking my body back and forth. I threatened that his he moved, I would smack him hard enough to make his vision fuzzy. Jack laid as still as he could under me, looking like he was being tortured to death. I finally picked up the pace a bit when I wanted some more satisfaction for myself.

Resting my hands on his chest, I went faster, just wanting to get off, get up, and go home. Jack was still being compliant in what I said, I almost wanted to give him permission to move, but I love the control I had over him right now. I could slow down and make him whine, speed up to the point where he's ready and just stop. I was getting a little too into it, angling myself so he hit my spot dead on.

That's when I accidentally let a small moan fall from my lips. Jack slowly put his hands on my hips, smirking when I didn't do anything to stop him.

“Do yo like hearing me lie to you?” He asked, now circling his hips up to me. “Does it make you feel better?”
“Shut up.” I growled out, but he kept talking.
“For all you know, my dick was just in her. And now it's in you. Do you feel dirty? Can you tell how insignificant you were to her?”

“Shut the fuck up.” I demanded. “Fuck you, fuck your stupid fucking barbie of an ex, fuck your stupid family, I wish my dad never married your mom.”
“Screw your dad too,” he bit out, narrowing his eyes. “I wish I never met you. I bet your mom is ashamedof who your are.”

We both froze for a second. I just stared at him. Jack clamped his mouth shut, looking as if he regretted saying that. We both were no longer moving I balled up my hands, pulled off his and stood up. He scrambled to get on his feet too.

“Ember, wait...” He asked, and I faced him. Making sure he could see the tears fall from my eyes. I knew he hated to see me cry, or least, he used too.
“Of all things, that's what you decide to hit me with? That was so fucking low.” I said.
“I know, I.... I don't know what came over me.”
“Why are we even doing this?” I went to gather up my clothes.
“I just, I was so mad that you wouldn't even listen to me then you were yelling at me.” He explained. “I lost control.”
“This so fucked up.”
“We've just had a lot of bumps, Ember please...” He tried, I just shook my head.

“Why did we even try?” I cried, Jack looked at me uncomfortable. “This never would have worked, I'm such an idiot to think you could ever love me.”

Notes

Damn, these two need to CHILL OUT.