I had to admit, teasing the fuck out of Jack was fun and all, but after seeing what I did, I can't get the idea of sex out of my brain. He just had to try and get off while I was still in the house.

Usually I was pretty busy, trying to make sure everything I had done so far was running smoothly. I had to make sure that for our friends who don't live here, that I saved hotel rooms for them, sent out all the invitations with the right names and addresses, I'm been tracking our finances, I already looked at bridesmaids dresses, I still need to order my own. There's just, so much to do.

Then, one day, I had a slip.

Jack was out with the boys, of course they were his groomsmen, and Alex was the best man. Who didn't see that coming? They were supposed to be gone till four, and I had managed to finish up cleaning the house, bathing Bailey, go through finances, and book a day to try on a dress that Cass, Hayley, and me had off, by around two, two-thirty. I tried to just sit on the couch, and use the time I had to relax, but my needs started bugging me.

Figuring, if Jack could try, I could too. At least he's not even here to stop me. With those thoughts in mine, I ran up the stairs, leaving Bailey sleeping in the living-room and slammed the door shut. Leaning against it, I started unbuttoning my own pants, letting them slide off before stepping oout of them and flopping onto the bed.

I laid there for a minute, unsure of where to start. I hadn't had to do this for like, years... Besides the one time at Dalton'. But that doesn't count cause I was emotional and desperate at the time. Once I got my bearings, I closed my eyes, just running my hands up my sides, already thinking about how Jack's would feel.

Has my hands moved, I imagined how Jack would do this. Being the tease he is, he would just slowly run his hands up and under my shirt, before digging his fingers slightly under my bra. Soon they would go further to tease my nipples, while he mumbled dirty things in my ear.

I already shuddered at the thought.

I can see one hand leaving my chest to trail downwards, more dirty promises being whispered. I can practically hear them. I'm going to fuck you into oblivion, baby. I already moaned, my other hand just barely breaching my panties. Everywhere in our house. I wanna make it filthy. I bit my lip, tracing my own slit, wishing it was a longer, calloused finger instead. I'm not sure where these words were coming from, maybe my own sick imagination, but fuck, I just wanted this so bad now. Do you want me to touch you?

“Fuck, yes.” I breathed, in my mind Jack was chuckling, before sliding a finger into my folds. I cried at the feeling. “Jack.”
You aren't getting any sleep tonight.

I whined, impatiently putting two fingers in myself, and started pumping them, still slow.

I'm gonna fuck you till your begging me to stop.

“Jack.” I moaned, throwing my head back, as my spine arched. I quickened my fingers, and even started to circle my clit with my thumb. “Uhn, fucking....Jack.”

“You called?”

My eyes snapped opened. That was not in my head.

I looked over at the door, and saw Jack who was now definitely tenting in his jeans and looking at me like he wanted to eat me alive. I wasn't sure what to do. I felt heat rise in my face as I slowly went to remove my hand from my underwear, but Jack stopped me.

“Don't.” He said, voice deep and low. “Keep touching yourself.”
“J-jack...” I mumbled in slight protest, but my hand was already moving. It sounded more like a moan.

I wasn't sure where he was going with this till suddenly his pants were open, and Jack got his half hard cock out and started pumping it, all while watching me. I wish I could say this was weird and I didn't want to do it, but fuck, I'm horny and frustrated, I'll do anything right now. Soon I manged to get back into a rhythm, Jack's moaning egging me on and I might have milked my own a little. My eyes had slipped close again and once again I was surprised after a couple minutes by hands suddenly on my propped up knees. Looking up, I found Jack above me, pupils blown and breathing heavy.

“You are a hypocrite.” He said, before connecting his lips to mine. There was a little too much teeth and not enough tongue, but who really gives a fuck at this moment? Jack grabbed my wrist, pulling my hand away from my cunt making me whine. He pulled away from me for a moment.
“Jack.” I complained, and he only smirked back.
“What were you imagining?”
“Y-you...” I answered, wrapping my arms around his torso.
“What was I doing?” He asked lowly. Dirty.“Touching me,” I moaned as Jack's hands slipped into my panties, the fingers already entering me. “And mumbling things into my ear.”
“And what did I say?” He asked, leaning down to speak in my ear.
“That you were going to fuck me into oblivion.” I breathed out, as Jack hooked his fingers against my spot. “Fuck, please.” I whined.
“What else?”
“Jack!”
“Tell me.” He growled, stopping his hand.
“T-that you wanted to, uhn...” I groaned as his finger twisted in me. “fuck me every where in our house. I wasn't going to...fucking.... sleep tonight.”
“Mmm, is that all?” Jack asked, starting to kiss and bite my neck. “Is that what you want?”
“I just want you to fuck me. Now.” I demanded, scratching his back since he was taking his damn time to pull his fingers out and tear off my panties.
“How?” He asked.
“Fast, and hard until I'm begging you to stop.” I whined, watching him get into position to do so. I wrapped my legs around him, trying to encourage him to just fucking fuck me already. “I wanna feel you cum in me, so much that it fucking drips out.”

“Are you going to clean up the mess?” He asked, pressing the head of his cock against my core, not yet thrusting in. Both of us moaned at the contact, the anticipation.
“I'll dab it up and lick it off my fingers.” I whined, just wanting something, anything.

Jack finally snapped his hips against mine, making me smile and throw my head back with a long moan. This was so much better then fingers, the feeling of being so full. Jack paused for a moment, letting us both just take this moment to feel each other. I moved my hands to tug on his hair, pulling him towards me and slotting our lips together. Tongues fighting, hands pulling on hair, it was a bit fo a mess, but still amazing.

“Not to,” Jack started speaking between kisses. “ruin the mood, of all.” He whined as I bit down on his bottom lip before continuing. “But I don't wanna get your pregnant.”
“Morning after pills are wonderful things.” I assured, pulling away to look at him.
“One more thing.” he said, and I gave an annoyed huff. “Who lost?”
“We both did. Now fucking move.”

Notes

I feel like a rebel for writing this during class.

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