Chapter 25 Cal
Showered, shaved, manscaped—thank God for YouTube tutorials—and now waiting for the text.
It hadn’t been my idea for Cara to spend the night at her friend’s, but the second she said it, this was all I could think of.
A night with Jack. Dad was home, but I never heard a peep from him most nights and didn’t expect this one to be any different.
Even if he noticed, what could he say? I lived here too.
Where would tonight lead? My hopes were set on anything and everything, but my nerves were set on simply having him in my arms again.
Without him, the worries fell around me like bricks piling high.
With him, nothing seemed too big, too hard, too daunting.
I’d been half-hard since the arcade, but if we actually talked and nothing else, I’d be okay with that too.
Princess
Be there in five.
Back door.
Princess
You want me coming in your back door?
I snickered, left him on read, and scrambled to get Romeo outside so I’d be there to usher Jack quietly inside.
A few minutes later, the back gate swung open with barely a squeak of the hinges. Romeo gave a low growl, then looked to me to see how he should react.
“Come ’ere, Romeo,” I called. He bounded over, and I held his collar as Jack stepped lightly on the stone walkway toward the patio, where we stood.
Jack’s cheeks and nose were red from the cold, and his hands were shoved deep in the pockets of his navy coat. He was buttoned tightly, but I ate up the gorgeous sight he made with jeans, boots, and a beanie-topped head.
“I had no idea it got so cold here,” he huffed and shivered slightly.
“Yeah.” I rubbed the back of my neck. “You want something to warm you up? We’ve got coffee and hot chocolate or Daddy’s liquor …” I trailed off. I’d never had much to drink, but I’d be down for some whiskey if it knocked the edge off my nerves.
Jack laughed softly as he moved closer. “I’ve got a better idea.” He didn’t stop until he fisted my hoodie in both hands and yanked me against his chest.
His lips were like ice as they crashed into mine.
I shuddered in response, but it had more to do with him being so near than the temperature.
I lowered my hands to palm his ass under his coat and use as leverage to rock my hips into his.
Even through the layers between us, the slight friction arced to my toes.
“I think we’re gonna find out how quick my refractory period can be tonight,” I whispered against his mouth.
“Oh, yeah?”
“Yeah. I’ve been so close to coming just thinkin’ about you being here. Not sure I can hold out much longer.”
Jack sighed and dropped his head back. “Thank God, me too.”
I grinned and reached for his hand. He didn’t hesitate, taking mine immediately and letting me guide him inside.
Romeo followed, keeping an eye on both of us.
“Bed,” I softly commanded the dog. He dropped his head and padded toward the laundry room, where he slept when Cara didn’t let him in her room.
As I tugged Jack along, I pointed toward a hallway and told him Dad’s room and office were that way. He glanced around but only nodded, not responding as I gave him a short tour, then beelined for the stairs.
The carpet muffled our footsteps as I led him to my room.
Jack trailed his fingers over my abs as I stood to one side, letting him enter first. He passed me with a grin, then stopped in the middle of my bedroom.
I closed the door, locked it behind my back, and he spun to face me when the soft click echoed in the stillness.
My entire body froze in anticipation of his next move. Even blood stopped pumping, making me ache and my head grow fuzzy. Would he bolt? Was it too much now that we were alone like this?
Without breaking his focus from my eyes, he searched for the first button of his coat with fumbling fingers. I slumped in relief. Good.
Jack snickered as if he could guess my thoughts.
For as long as I could manage, I gave him space to finish with his coat and toe off his shoes, and then I pounced.
Jack softly chuckled as I pushed him onto my bed and undressed him myself. His sweater and undershirt came off together. His skin was cold under my hands, and I rubbed all over him, my lips following as I worked to warm him and give in to my cravings.
The jitters came and went as emotions and heat rolled through me like a twister. This was so fucking happening. How far we went didn’t matter. I couldn’t even think about details like that. Jack was here, intoxicating me with his presence, calming my soul with his own.
Traces of cologne lingered on his skin. Goose bumps covered his arms, and his nipples were hard little knots. Using my teeth, I teased them and stroked down his sides and stomach with the tips of my fingers.
Abruptly, I sat on my heels. “God, I can’t wait.” I yanked off my hoodie and T-shirt. “Sorry.”
“Don’t be fucking sorry.” Jack sat up and reached for the zipper on my jeans as I arched back to strip off my socks.
When my pants were undone, I plopped onto my side and pulled them down with my boxers as Jack finished undressing himself.
The lube I’d made readily available in hopes we got to this sat on my nightstand, and I squirted enough in my palm for an easy glide.
By the time I was ready, Jack was gloriously naked.
“This’ll be quick,” I said as I straddled his hips again.
“I know.”
We squirmed and adjusted in our haste to get aligned and in a good rhythm to fuck my fist together. His hand covered my shaking one and set the pace before he tipped my chin with a too-gentle touch and kissed me.
“Mmmm.” I moaned into him. Everything with Jack felt so good, so perfect, even when it wasn’t.
He lay back on the bed, bringing me with him until I hovered enough to keep moving on us and still kiss him. My toes curled in seconds, and that familiar drop-off wasn’t far away.
“I’m so close,” I whispered. “You with me?”
Jack’s lips brushed over mine when he nodded. “Yes, faster.” His hips bucked, fucking into my fist, and that little taste of his eagerness set me off.
“Jesus, Jack,” I cried against his lips, then took his mouth hard as my balls clenched and emptied onto his stomach.
Keeping my hand going for him wasn’t easy when my body screamed for me to stop and enjoy, but I did.
By the time I jerked with dry aftershocks, Jack was striping us with his own spunk, teeth buried into his bottom lip as he hummed his release.
As our breathing eased, Jack shyly smiled at me.
“Fuck, Princess, you’re beautiful like this.”
Jack snorted. “Stop calling me that.”
“Can’t. It’s permanent now.”
He growled and shoved me off him.
Laughing as I rolled to the edge of the bed, I said, “I’ll grab a towel.”
“I’ll come with you, Princess.” His last word came with a slap to my bare ass.
He followed me into my bathroom, both of us squinting when I turned on the light.
His pale skin was flushed and so gorgeous.
Come stuck to the dark line of hair leading from his belly button to the trimmed patch around his soft dick.
I couldn’t keep my eyes off it or stop my mouth from watering.
Before this night was over, I vowed to lick it off his skin if he didn’t shoot a load down my throat.
“What are you thinking about?” Jack asked, not quite meeting my eyes.
I tested the temperature of the water, then soaked two washcloths and handed him one. “Tastin’ you,” I said honestly. All of you.
Jack laughed, but his cheeks pinkened. “I was thinking the same thing. Seems like a waste when it lands on our stomachs.”
“Yes and no, ’cause I do enjoy seein’ you marked with my jizz.”
“Really?”
“Yep.” I dropped my cloth in the sink, grabbed his, and did the same.
Jack swallowed hard when I crowded him against the counter.
The back of his thighs hit the marble, and I palmed his ass with both hands.
The tight globes gave little under my fingers, but I squeezed what I could, then pulled them slightly open. “Turns me the fuck on.”
Jack licked his lips, then parted them as he panted and skimmed over my chest with his spread fingers.
“This have a meaning?” he asked, eyes on my tattoo.
I grinned, then let go of him and rocked back on my heels.
“What?”
I scratched my chin and winced. “Yeah, it’s got a meanin’.”
“A bad one?”
“No,” I laughed. “It’s just … Well, I’d rather not talk about my granny while I’m naked with my boyfriend.”
“Oh.” Jack startled. “Oh,” he said again on a laugh. “Yeah, wow, mood killer.”
I glanced at my tired cock. “Eh, I got a few more minutes at least.”
Jack chuckled. “Then out with it. Afterward, no more talk of grannies.”
“She was from the Caribbean and passed away a few years ago.” I touched along the design’s edge. “Jamie drew this for me, and I got it over summer break.”
The map had a curl to its edges like it’d just been unrolled. Treasure chests with fallen pieces of gold and jewels were scattered over the Caribbean islands. A flag sat on one corner and a compass on another, as if they held the map in place.
“She was pretty awesome and had a way of bringin’ everyone together. Not just physically, but we loved bein’ around her. I miss that. I miss her. I’d been thinking of it for a while, and Jamie’s a really good artist.”
“Yeah, it’s amazing. I’m sorry about your granny, though. That sucks.”
“Thanks.” I leaned in and brushed the tip of his nose with mine.
“My grandparents are in California.”
I thumbed one nipple, and Jack’s breath caught. “Yeah?”
“Uh, y-yeah. My family …” Jack trailed off when I did the same to the other one. “My … mmm, yeah, isn’t huge.”
I kissed his along shoulder.
“I’ve got”—he trembled as I licked a line along his throat and teased the crease of his ass with a fingertip—“one uncle but he, oh shit, never had kids.”
“Damn.” I scraped his earlobe with my teeth.
“Yeah.”
“Okay.”
Jack nodded and reached for me. “Yeah, yeah, okay,” he muttered just before he took my lips, searing any more talk of family from my brain. Our rebounding cocks got our mood back on track.
We tucked our chins together, eyeing ourselves stiffening. I resumed my hold on his ass with both hands, turned us, and backed him out of the bathroom, all the way to my bed. Once there, I let him go long enough to lift the blankets for him to get under.
“Condoms.” Jack kissed me. “In my jeans.”
“Have some too,” I breathed against his lips.
Jack pressed one palm to the center of my chest, and I immediately froze.
“You’re fine using them?” he asked. “I mean, neither of us have been with anyone that way.”
I was mostly on top of him. Braced on an elbow, I gripped his hip with my free hand as he clawed into mine with his.
“More than fine,” I said. “One day, I want to experience what it’s like to have sex uncovered, but that’s when we’re both ready for it.”
Jack grinned, then lifted enough to peck my lips.
The moment wasn’t funny, but I couldn’t help the chuckle that bubbled out of me. I was just so fucking happy. “I’m gonna move them closer.”
“Yeah.” He nodded. “Sure, yeah.”
I stretched, pulled open the top drawer of my nightstand, and reached for several little squares.
I had no idea what all we’d end up doing, but I was prepared for it.
In fact, my ass had never been so prepared.
Ever since the day Jack cornered me in the library, giving me my first taste of a dick against my crack, I’d been practicing.
A lot. During my shower earlier, I’d soaped myself thoroughly and practiced again.
When I settled beside him, he was grinning.
“What?” I asked.
“Who tops first?” Jack asked.
“Hmm. We could flip for it like before a game.”
Jack snorted. “You dork.”
“What? I mean, that’s fair, right?”
“True, but how about you go first? You top.”
I blinked, then blinked again. “You sure? I don’t want to mess up.”
“You won’t.”
“Your confidence in me helps, but—”
“But nothing. I’m pretty sure sex comes naturally for most everyone. It’s one of those genetic instinct things. You won’t mess up, Princess.”
“Can we, uh, maybe take it slow? Would you mind? I’m, uh …”
“Nervous?”
I growled and teasingly bit his neck. “I like to think of it as concerned.”
Jack patted my cheek and winked. “We go at whatever pace feels right.”
“Okay. Fine.” I thought about it, really pictured myself plowing into Jack’s ass as I had many times during my solo sessions, and nodded. “Yeah, I can do this.”
“That’s the spirit.” He chuckled.
“I have one condition, though, if I go first.”
Jack raised a brow. “What’s that?”
While he focused on my face, trying to figure out my stipulation, no doubt, I used the distraction to flip him over and settled across his back, holding him down with my weight to hiss in his ear.
“I’m gonna eat your ass out first.”