“Let’s go back to your place and I can show you why you thought you were gay in the first place…”

My words came out of my mouth just the way I wanted them to -- sexually. Jack and I had been dating for almost two months, and with how my hormones are, sex was going to have to be a given sooner or later. Jack’s eyes were wide as the words escaped my lips, and I just casually bit my lip. I took hold of his wrist to drag him back to his car. We had only been at the park for five minutes, and I was yanking us back home just to get into his pants. Let’s just say I was far from complaining.

All the way home, I was refraining myself from pulling his member out of his jeans and blowing him off as he drove us home. The urge was as powerful as a volcano eruption, but I managed to keep myself contained until we got to my place. We pulled into my driveway to find my parents weren’t home -- score. The minute his car’s engine stopped purring I ran out of the car and fumbled to unlock the door. I swung the door open and grabbed Jack in, slamming the door shut. I pressed his body against the door before smashing our lips together. I shocked him, for his eyes widened and mumbled gasps of my name were pressed onto my lips as well. Soon, though, he melted into the kiss. His his arms wrapped around my neck to pull me closer.

My tongue was begging from entrance; our tongues were in need of a tussel. Jack allowed me entrance, and my tongue immediately traveled inside of his mouth. The muscles wrestled for only mere seconds before my eager one dominated his. My tongue massaged his out as our lips moved in a messy sync. Moans were coming out of our mouths left, right, and sideways, and our noses would mush together at times. This kissing was doing it for me; I need way fucking more.

I pulled our mouths away to catch my breath, my eyes looking into his. His eyes were blown pupils that had a blanket of lust tucking them in, and his mouth hung open lazily as his lips swelled. “I want you.” I spat. My words were blunt, but God, I didn’t care. Jack just gave me a quick nod before he stripped himself of his shirt. The body this kid had was unbelievable; the sight of it was enough to make my dick twitch. His stomach was toned just beautifully, and he had a Jack Skellington tattoo across his left breast -- he never told me he had that!

I traced my shaking, nimble digit down his chest, and the skin was warm to the touch. I let my finger slither past his navel to the hem of his jeans. The instant the pad of finger touched the tight material, Jack’s breaths hitched. I smirked but spoke no words. I slowly got down on both of my knees and was face-to-face to my newest acquaintance: the bulge in his skinnies. I took both of my hands and undid both his belt and the button of his jeans. Those were the easiest to get off. I looked up at him, eyes looking like I was some innocent little sap when all I really was was a bitch in fucking heat.

To trigger him more, I leaned in to undo his zipper, but I didn’t use my hands. Instead, I took my teeth and pulled down the metal garment slowly. Jack’s eyebrows raised with mouth going agape; his expression screamed being impressed. Once the zipper was completely opened, my mouth had done its job for now. I put my hands back to work and shimmied his pants down his thighs and legs. Then, I proceeded to pull down his briefs. The minute the cloth left his body, his half-hardened shaft was presented to me. Jackpot. I admired it, a slight blushed creeping upon my cheeks. I had to admit, he was sized just right. “You’re… you’re pretty big.” I remarked. Jack let out one his famous giggles.

“Oh yeah?” Jack urged, “Why don’t you show me how much you can take of my big cock?” His words were a shocker to me. I didn’t know he would get into this moment so much, but I loved it enough to keep my mouth shut on commenting about it. I wasn’t going to immediately take him into my mouth; I wanted to work for it. As a result, I started out with placing peppery kisses against Jack’s outer and inner thighs. The kisses on the inner thighs were deadly close to his balls, and that’s just what I wanted. The closeness was making Jack squirm and silently beg under his breath. I planted my hands onto his hips to keep him steady. I gave him a few more pecks around the thighs, and once I placed the last one about a centimeter from his ballsack, I got to work on his standing member.

I took my tongue and licked a thick, straight line up it. When the tip of my tongue got to the crown of his member, I knew I had struck gold at the end of the rainbow. I took my mouth and wrapped its warmth around the tip of his member. His taste slowly entered my mouth; the saltiness was enough to make my eyes roll to the back of my skull. I worked on the tip for a few moments, inching throaty moans out of Jack every so often. I soon grew old of the tip and went in for the big money. I didn’t hesitate to push his entire length down my throat until the tip was almost in touch with my gag reflex. “Lex!” Jack groaned out in surprise. I looked up with puppy dog eyes to see Jack’s head tilted back with his jaw clenching. That was my cue to start bobbing.

I bobbed my head forwards and backwards at a slow pace. I didn’t want Jack to come too soon, so I kept the speed harmless. Jack’s head finally tilted forward, so we were looking eye to eye now. Our chocolate orbs connected, and I saw him smile through his heavy breathing. “I love you.” he cooed to me in a gentle tone. I didn’t speak -- for obvious reasons -- , but instead, I quickened my pace a few points. Jack’s hands met my head as my head bobbed back and forth. “You feel so good around me, Alex.” Jack moaned, little whimpers coming here and there. His breathing was getting heavier, and it was a clear sign that he was going to blow any minute. I couldn’t have that. Right as he was about to warn me of his upcoming ejaculation, I pulled my mouth from him. That earned me a hurt puppy-dog whine.

I stood up and pulled my pants and boxers off in a hurry. My dick was standing at full attention; I was so ready to be fucked. “C’mere, baby,” I snarled, “I want you, and I fucking want you now.” That’s all it took before Jack pounced on me. We fell backwards into the couch where I was pressed harshly into the back cushions with Jack in between my legs. Jack knelt down before me and placed sweet kisses all over my bump. I placed my hands on his mop of hair and whispered, “You showing him some love, too?” All he did was nod. Jack kept up on the kisses around my bump, and the blush upon my cheeks expanded. However, my head soon fell backwards when his hand wrapped itself around my shaft. He pumped me slowly, and the pace he had was painful. I hadn’t been touched in so long; I had only been touching myself. “Faster.” I spat. Jack obeyed, probably knowing I needed more than just little flicks, and started going at it. I was surprised his wrist didn’t fucking break at how fast he was going. I regretted it though, because my moans went from soft to harsh screams, and before I knew it, I spilled my juices all over my stomach. Jack was laughing as I whined through my high.

“That long, huh?” he joked. I glared at him through my drooping lids.

“Too fucking long.” Jack took three of his fingers and rubbed them all over my swollen, salmon lips.

“Open your mouth.” I knew exactly why the minute he spoke. I opened my mouth and sucked on the skinny digits. I coated them generously, wanting them to be lubed up enough before they were pushed inside of me -- dry prep burned like hell. The minute his fingers were coated enough, Jack pulled them out of my mouth and circled them around my tightened entrance. I knew this would hurt as if I was a virgin, for I had tightened up significantly since my last fuck session. Jack looked me in the eyes, asking, “You ready, prince?”

“More than ready, baby.” I whispered. Not even seconds after my assurance, Jack pushed in the first finger. I let out a sharp gasp, my hips bucking upwards. “Shit.” I hissed. Jack pumped the finger in and out of me lightly before pushing in the second and third; he gave no time in between. My teeth were murdering my bottom lip, for blood began to drip inside of my mouth. I didn’t care though. Jack scissored his fingers inside of me, and his eyes looking into mine told me that he was awaiting for my go ahead to enter me with the real deal. “Baby… I’m ready.” I spoke. Jack nodded and pulled his fingers out, wiping them off on the couch.

My mouth had lubed up his dick enough to have him be ready to enter me. I felt his tip graze upon my hole before pushing in. I caught my breath, trying to compose myself as Jack pushed deeper into me. Soon, Jack was balls deep inside of me. I gripped onto Jack’s milky skin, my nails digging into the fragile skin. “Move.” I whimpered, wanting this bad. Jack obeyed, beginning to move his hips in and out. His thrusts were small and slow at first, but soon, he increased the speed and size. Jack lifted my hips up and angled me the right way to slam right into my prostate. “Oh, Jack!” I yelped when his tip started abusing my bundle of my nerves.

My arm was draped over my bump while my other arm held myself up. Jack put his hands on my hips as he continued to thrust into me at top speeds. “I’m… I’m gonna cum.” Jack warned, heaving.
“Cum. Cum inside of me, Jack!” I begged. My words urged Jack to let loose inside of me, and my walls were drenched in his sweet juices. The warmth that overtook my clenching walls made my dick spew out my second orgasm. We were both moaning and panting as we rode out our highs. The fifteen seconds of paradise ended, and Jack flopped on top of me. His head was buried into my neck, sweating covering my skin.

“I love you.” was all Jack could say. Phoenix kicked against my stomach as Jack flopped a lazy hand upon it.

“We love you, too.”

Notes

here's a smutty chapter. xx

xoxo krys