CHAPTER 15
AVA
Jack placed his hands under my thighs and lifted me until I was eye level with him.
I’d have loved to wrap my legs around his hips, but stiff limbs wouldn’t allow me to do that.
Instead I wrapped my arms tighter around him and pushed my chest against his, just needing his warmth and strength to comfort me.
Jack opened his mouth to stay something to me, but he never got the chance as I slammed my mouth over his and kissed him with all of the emotion and need that was coursing through me.
He started to kiss me back and I pushed my hands into his wild hair and pulled him even tighter against me as the kiss turned even more desperate.
I wouldn’t allow myself to think about whether I should be doing it, or if it was the right thing to do.
All I could concentrate was my need to feel and I knew he could give me that.
As I grabbed his hair tighter and tighter, desperate to be closer, and closer still with every second that passed, I found myself griding my center against his shirt, the friction caused by my panties against his shirt buttons enough to light a fire in my core.
My arms, which I was using to move my body against his became tired way too quickly and I pulled back from the kiss and looked at him pleadingly as a small squeak of desperation slipped from me.
“Please Jack,” I pleaded.
“Tell me what you need, love.”
“To feel. Make me feel, Jack, please. I don’t…
.I can’t think anymore. I can’t,” I gasped, almost begging as I pressed into his arms as close as humanly possible.
I knew I had to be hurting him with how tight I gripped his shoulders now, but I was too scared to let go.
I didn’t want to fall apart again. I wanted him to make me feel something other than fear and loneliness.
“You sure?” he questioned as he pulled back and studied my face.
“Yes. I’m emotional Jack, but I know what I want. What I need. Please,” I uttered as I pressed my lips against his again and kissed him in pecs again and again. I could taste my tears between us, but thankfully they were stopping as my desire took over all rational thought.
“I’ve got you. I’ll make you feel, love,” he soothed as he wrapped his arm around my back, supporting me easily as he leaned down and lay me in the middle of the bed. “Triggers?” he questioned softly as he stood up again and started unbuttoning his shirt.
“Restraints,” I answered easily. Being tied up was not an option for me after that night.
“No pain either. I…I don’t know what else,” I floundered.
I hadn’t had anything other than a quickie since the last time I was with Mace and Jack in Temple years before.
I had no idea what he had planned, so I didn’t know what could set off my fear response and anxiety.
“Okay. We’re not going to do anything like that any way.
For now there’s no scene. No safe words.
You tell me to stop instantly if anything makes you feel even slightly uncomfortable or worried, you hear me?
” I nodded nervously. I had wanted this so desperately, but now I was feeling anxious.
What if I lost it the second he was over me and he never wanted to try again?
What if I ruined everything I had wanted for so many years.
“You know how this works, Ava. I want to hear words,” he told me firmly.
“Y-yes. I understand,” I spoke, my voice slightly trembling.
“Good,” he nodded as he pulled his shirt open and slipped it off of his shoulders.
The bright white revealed a perfect contrast of bronzed skin and tight muscle underneath.
I gaped as I took him in. Jack had always been toned, but he had bulked up in the years we’d been apart and he had very clearly defined muscles now.
His firm and very distinct six pack led up to tight, tattoo covered pecs, and his shoulders were wide and sculpted to perfection.
Even his neck was more corded than it had been before.
His tattoos covered most of his upper half, a mixture of script and images that he had once told him all had different, but significant meaning to him.
A huge dragon intertwined the images and rose up over his right shoulder and up onto the side of his neck.
He was a work of art I could study for endless hours.
His slightly wild and wavy blonde hair hung around his handsome face and those blue eyes seemed to shine even brighter in the light coming through the blinds.
He was watching me closely as he undid the belt on his black jeans and dropped them down to the floor.
“Your injuries? I don’t want to hurt you,” he said as he stood before me in a tight pair of Black boxer briefs, some name I didn’t recognize circling the elastic waist band.
I had no doubt it was some fancy designer label.
Jack was obsessive about looking good, even down to his underwear.
But he never did it in a vain way. Her just seemed to like nice, expensive things.
The fact he could wear the crap out of anything he bought didn’t seem to register with him.
“I can’t curl my back much, and my legs aren’t strong, but as long as you don’t twist me like a pretzel I think we’ll be alright,” I told him with a roll of my eyes.
“Keep rolling your eyes like that and I’ll remind you what orgasm denial is,” he warned as he stared me down with his hands on his hips.
Just seeing him stood there, and hearing him in control was enough to ease some of my earlier nerves.
It was Jack. I knew, no matter what – even if I did start to freak out – he would always take care of me.
“Keep standing there just looking at me and I’ll show you everything I learned about getting myself off in the last ten years,” I taunted.
Jack growled as he lowered down onto the bed and prowled over me like a jungle cat ready to pounce. He rest his weight over me on his right hand and slid his left down my body, cupping my mound possessively over my panties.
“You don’t touch this pussy anymore, love. It’s ours now. You only come when Mace and I allow you to. Understood?” he asked, his face so close to mine I could feel his breath on my lips.
I was already breathing faster at just the feel of his huge hand right where I wanted his touch so much I could barely think straight.
“Please Jack,” I squeaked as I looked at him pleadingly.
“Tell me you understand, Ava,” he pushed.
“I understand,” I uttered. “Please” Just touch me…please!”
“No topping from the bottom, naughty girl,” Jack told me as he removed his hand from my center and instead placed it on the other side of my head as he just stared at me.
“No!” I cried.
“Tell me who’s in charge now, Ava. Show me you remember how this works and maybe, just maybe I’ll give you what you seem to need so badly,” he taunted.
“You!” I whined. “You’re in change, Jack. Pleas, I’ll do what you say. I’ll be good.”
“Easy love. You’re always my good girl,” he soothed as he ran his hand over my body as he leaned in to kiss down my neck.
“Reach up and put your hands on the pillow for me,” he whispered between kisses.
I gulped at the command, worried for a second he’d try to bind my hands, but then I reminded myself I’d told him about restraints and as able to do as he bade.
I grabbed the edge of the pillow further up the bed to help me keep my hands in place.
“Color?” Jack asked as he stopped kissing my neck and instead kissed my lips while also looking at my expression.
While I always had a safe word when we all played together at Temple, we also used the stop light system occasionally.
Jack or Mace would ask for a color, and I would answer with green, orange, or Red.
Red would stop everything instantly, in the same way as my safe word would.
Orange meant I needed things to slow down, or maybe I was feeling a little unsure.
Green meant everything was good. We had rarely needed to use it, because Mason and Jack always made sure to watch me closely and knew before I could utter a word if anything ever worried me.
I knew Jack was using it them because he’d seen the slight wobble in my face when he’d asked me to raise my hands, and knowing he saw that slight unsureness in me only reassured me that he had me.
“Green. I’m okay, Jack,” I told him a little breathlessly.
“Good girl. Keep your hands there for me. If you move them you’ll have to wait longer to come,” he warned, but there was playful smile on his face that made everything less tense.
“Yes Jack,” I agreed as I looked to him with a smile on my face.
“So beautiful when you submit for me,” he told me as he started to move down my body slowly, kissing a trail as he went.
I wasn’t so sure the meagre acquiescence I had given him counted as true submission compared to what I used to give, but I still felt warm inside at his praise.
I definitely had a praise kink and I had no idea where it came from.
Al I did know was that when Mason and Jack used to tell me I was a ‘good girl’ or praise me during or after a session, it turned me on and made me feel all warm and content inside.
The guys were aware of this and had often praised me because of it.
Calling me their ‘good girl’ was always a sure fire way to have me running my thighs together in desperation, and it seemed that hadn’t changed.
It wasn’t until Jack was almost face to face with my pussy that the panic set in as realization struck me. I slammed my thighs tight together and lowered my hands as I pushed up onto one elbow in panic.
“Jack,” I gasped. He instantly looked up to me, then lifted up so he sat, stopping everything as he studied me.