We'll Let The Fires Just Bathe Us

Jack and I drank the bourbon during the rest of the flight. I got quite drunk but he remained sober and he had to carry me so I didn’t fall as we walked out of the plane. The whole cab ride was spent with me trying to count all the threads that made up Jack’s shirt, then losing count and starting all over again. I don’t know how he didn’t lose his patience with me going,

“One…Two…Th-thee-three…Five. No, w-wait, fuck. One.”

for an hour.

We pulled up to a fancy hotel and a demon opened the car door. He told her to get our bags and he scooped me up in his arms and carried me into the lobby. The world was spinny but I could tell it was very nice. He told his name to the lady at the front desk and she quickly handed him the room key. Jack pushed the elevator button with his elbow, the demon with out bags following us.

“No! No! I don’t l-like these.” I whimpered.
“Why?” He asked, stepping in.
“The ground moves!” I cried, he chucked and pushed the button for one of the top floors, I was too wasted to really see which one it was.

I felt the elevator lurch as we want up and I buried my face in Jack’s chest, squeezing my eyes tight trying to focus on his heartbeat and breathing instead of the elevator. I was relieved when the doors opened and Jack stepped out. We walked down a hallway and Jack handed the demon the room key so she could unlock it as his hands were busy holding me. We walked in, my vision was too blurry to make out too much but it was big. He lay me down on a big bed and I heard the demon place our bags on the floor. Jack sat next to me as she left.

“What am I going to do with you?” He chuckled, brushing my hair away from my face.

I leaned into his touch and something down there started to wake up. Don’t judge me, I’m a horny drunk.

“I can think of one thing.” I murmured.

A smirk appeared on his face.

“I’m not going to object.” He replied in a low voice, running his fingers down my chest and to my pants.

I bit my lip as I heard him unzip them. I thought he was going to pull them down but instead his palm rubbed circles on my crotch.

“Mmm.” I moaned as my fingers ran through his hair.

I bucked my hips up, trying to get more friction. His dark chuckle filled my ears.

“You really are needy aren’t you?” He spoke as he rubbed a little harder making my breath quicken as I needed more.

Now.

It was like scratching an itch. It felt good when you scratched it but you always craved more.

“Jack pleeease” I whined.
“Uh uh.” He shook his head, getting on top of me, “From now on, when we’re fucking, you call me sir or master.” He ordered as he pushed his lower half down and I literally moaned at how hot he was when he was demanding.

“Yes J-Sir. I mean Sir.” I stumbled, bucking my hips up into his.
“God I love it when you’re drunk.” He grinned, practically ripping my pants off.

His hand found my shaft and he wasted no time before pumping fast and hard.

“Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck” I let out a moan which sounded like “Unnguhhhh”.
“Fuck, damn it Lex.” Jack groaned, unbuckling his belt and hurrying out of his pants before discarding his shirt.

He pulled mine over my head immediately after that. I reached forward and swirled my tongue around his tip because I knew the faster I got my mouth around his dick, the faster it was in me and at the moment, that was all I wanted. Jack’s breath shuddered and his hands found my hair quickly. They tightened and pushed me forward, taking his length even farther into my throat. Jack’s hands tightened and it pulled my hair, but it hurt so good. I hummed around his base making a guttural groan escape his lips and I knew I’d do anything to hear that sound again. Finally I couldn’t stand it anymore.

“Sir, please.” I whimpered, taking my mouth away.

He grabbed my shoulders and shoved me back onto the mattress.

“Please what?” He growled.

I’d forgotten that he always wanted me to spell it out for him. At the moment I was far to hammered to really care about pride.

“Please fuck me, please. I want you inside me now. Please Sir, baby please.” I whined.

He smirked and pushed my legs aside and lined up.

“Wait, no stretching?” I asked, my voice high.

He didn’t respond, he just grinned and pushed in. I cried out at the sheer pain, everything in my body screaming “STOP STOP STOP”

“Sir, no please it hurts.” I cried in a small voice.
“You can handle it, just wait a minute.” He murmured, bringing his lips to my neck.

It hurt like a son of a bitch but Jack’s light kisses on my neck stabilized me and made me relax. Despite the pain he was putting me through, the little sign of affection showed me that he didn’t want me to be afraid. Eventually the sting subsided and the lust and need to fuck the shit out of him returned.

“Okay.” I breathed.

The second that word passed my lips, he started pounding into me. I yelled, from both pain and pleasure. He seemed to have memorized that one spot because with his thrusts, he was hitting it dead on.

Every.

Single.

Time.

“Fuck fuck fuck shit fuck shit ahhmmm” I moaned.
“Shitting fuck Lex, can you get any hotter?” He asked.

I just groaned in response, my fists clenching in the sheets. My lungs could hardly keep up.

“Oh, Master. Please - oh - faster, please.” I begged.

He chuckled and pulled out. I didn’t stop the whine from bubbling up in my throat. He flipped me over and without a moments hesitation or warning, slammed into me making me scream.

“FUCK!”

My screams just made him faster and stronger.

“I swear to god Alex, you are the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.”
“Mmm Ahh” I groaned as his hands ran up and down my back, his hips never faltering.

I thought I was going to explode from how amazing I felt I had - ahh, yes, mmm, ohthatfeltnice - never needed to be fucked as much as I did then and Jack wasn’t holding back as he mercilessly plowed into me. I moaned into the mattress and I felt myself getting close. My breathing was hard, hot, and heavy as I panted into the bed, the heat from my breath warming the fabric which I’d pushed my face against.

“God god god god god god.” I cried out.

Jack moved very close to my ear and snarled,

“He can’t help you now.”

And fuck was that hot.

“Sir, uhhh, I-I’m going to-“ I groaned, tilting my head slightly so my words wouldn’t be muffled.
“I know,” He panted, “Let go.”

I didn’t need to be told twice. I screamed into the mattress and I noticed his grip on my hips tighten till it hurt and yet somehow that made it even hotter. I swear I was floating as I felt nothing but the pleasure of my high. I couldn’t feel the soft sheets against my skin, I couldn’t feel the hot air of the room, I couldn’t even feel Jack’s hands on me. I was numb to everything except the torrenting flow of energy. I slowly came back down and became more aware of my surroundings. I then felt the sheets against my skin, the hot air, and Jack’s hands on my skin.
“Holy fuck, Alex.” Jack laughed. I smiled but I was too tired to laugh or talk. I let my eyes close and the last thing I felt was Jack drawing a sheet over my exhausted body.

Notes

Title cred: When I Get Home, You Are So Dead by Mayday Parade


whoa who knew alex was so vocal while drunk?