Chapter 17 Jacks
Jacks
Our practice ends and our coach blabs something off about playoffs being soon, but I barely hear him because my mind is on the girl I’m gonna see after this.
My girl.
Claire and I have been official for a few weeks now, and damn, it feels good showing her off around campus as mine. I can't believe I got so lucky, and I can't believe that I get to exist around her.
Grant, on the other hand, has been struggling the past few weeks, but he hasn't given up on him and Hads yet. He’s in deep with that girl, and it’s adorable how extra he’s being about this.
The other day, he asked Brendan and me to help him come up with a way to win her over, and we came up with a great idea.
At least, I think it’s a great idea. After a night's worth of brainstorming, he decided that he was going to annotate her favorite book for her because—according to Brendan—gifting an annotated book to someone who reads is like gold.
I stop Grant before he heads to the showers. “Have you had a chance to do what we talked about? Brendan keeps asking me, and I’m curious as well.”
Grant nods at me, but looks defeated. “I’ve started, but I still need to get some things.”
“Dude,” I smack his shoulder. “It’s Wednesday. Maybe go to book club and walk her back to her room or something. They meet in the same classroom every week.”
“That sounds creepy,” he tells me.
“Or ask the other girls for help. Do whatever you want, Grant, but make sure it gets done.” I slam my locker and grab my shit. “Do you want me to grab shit for our party coming up?”
“Yes, please because I forgot we were throwing one at our place soon.”
I smirk at him before walking away. “I figured.”
I don’t know how Grant didn’t know about the book club girls before he met Hads.
Word travels pretty easily around our small college, and most people know who you’re talking about when you mention book club.
Paige, Ella, Amelia, and Hads are known as the Grand Mountain book club.
They’re the only four members, but I keep up with them online and even on Goodreads.
I enjoy reading rom-coms every now and again.
Even though I prefer them in movie form, sometimes I need a good book to fall into.
Grant used to hate reading, but I think he’s slowly changing his mind about that. I think he’d do pretty much anything if it helped get him into Hads’ good graces. He’s gone for this girl, but it’s cute seeing it happen in real time.
I can't wait to tell their kids about this someday, assuming that it all works out in his favor.
I think it will, but it’s probably best not to jinx it.
After my shower, I’m grabbing my shit and booking it back to my dorm. I grab my phone from my pocket as I open my door.
Jacks: Are we still on for movie night?
Claire: Yes! Sara just left to go on her date, so I’m getting everything ready.
Jacks: Ooo, a date? Who is the lucky person?
Claire: Some girl she met on tinder, I think.
Jacks: Good for her. She deserves it. I hope it goes well.
Claire: I have explicit instructions to call crying if she sends me the signal.
Jacks: What’s the signal?
Claire: She texts me a thumbs down.
Jacks: Ah, got it.
Jacks: I just have to change and I’ll be at your place.
Claire: Sounds good!
I change out of my practice clothes and throw on some gray sweatpants and a teal shirt that I got from Hollister.
I’m out the door in seconds, and I get to Claire’s dorm in record time.
When she opens up her door, my breath gets stolen from me yet again.
I keep waiting for that to stop happening every time I set eyes on her after not seeing her for a while, but it hasn't stopped yet, and I don't know if it ever will.
Claire is just…God she’s just the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen. I’ll never get tired of looking at her. Her hand is waving in front of my face, and I need to stop zoning out in front of her all the time. She probably thinks I’m insane. “Sorry. Did you say something?”
“I said come on in,” and she throws her arm out, inviting me inside again. “What were you thinking about?”
“How beautifully stunning my girlfriend is.” She’s wearing these red and black checkered sleep pants, with a matching button-up top.
Her cheeks flush, and I step closer to her so I can steal a kiss—only it’s not stealing anymore because she’s my fucking girlfriend. “What movie do you wanna watch tonight? A classic rom-com, a scary one, any of the Marvel movies…?”
The two of us walk over to her bed and sink down on the mattress as Claire loads up Netflix. She snuggles into my shoulder and pulls the blanket up so that it covers the both of us. “I think we should watch Sleepless in Seattle. Let’s go for a classic.”
She leans over and kisses me on my arm before resting her head on me again. “And just when I thought I couldn't fall more for you, Jacks Moore.”
“Gorgeous, if you say my name like that one more time, I’m gonna lose my mind.”
“How do I say your name?” she asks, a smile on her face. I know she knows what I’m talking about.
“Breathless,” I say as I lean over and kiss her on the forehead.
“Mhm, whatever you say. Let's just watch the movie.” She presses play and the movie starts. About half an hour into it, I feel Claire’s hand trailing up and down my arm. And fuck, it feels good. It’s like she’s drawing sparks across my arm.
“I thought we were watching the movie…”
She cranes her neck to look up at me. “We are.”
“Not if you keep touching me like that, gorgeous.”
“But I don't wanna stop,” she tells me. “I like touching you.”
Fuuuuuuck. “Oh yeah? Maybe we should do something about that.”
“Maybe we should.”
That’s all it takes for me to grab her face and kiss her.
The movie continues to play in the background, but everything fades when my mouth finds hers—or anytime she’s in my vicinity, to be honest. She slips her tongue into my mouth and that catches me off guard for a second, but before I can react, she moves the blanket and climbs into my lap. Oh fuck.
“Claire,” I mumble into her mouth.
She stills on my lap and I groan at the disconnection of her lips from mine. “Yes, Jacks? Is this okay?”
“It’s amazing, but are you okay? You know we don't have to do this, right?” I don't want her to think we did this movie night just so it could end like this, so I want to make sure she’s okay with this direction.
“I know. I want to, Jacks.” Then she grinds her body while she’s still on my lap, and I throw my head back because that felt fucking good. So fucking good.
“Fuck, gorgeous, I want you too.” Our lips meet in the middle and before she can grind on my lap and drive me insane again, I flip her over so that she’s on her back now.
I loom over her and take her in. Her cheeks are flushed, her hair is all sprawled over the place, and she's grinding her hips into my dick, but I don't think she knows she's doing that.
“Claire, if you don't stop doing that, I’m not gonna last.”
“Maybe I don't want you to,” she smirks.
“Are you sure about this?” I ask her and she nods. “Words, gorgeous. Use your words.”
“Yes, Jacks. I want this. I want you. Please.” She’s out of breath already and I’ve barely started. This is gonna be fun. But I need to focus or else I’m going to embarrass myself.
“Okay, gorgeous,” I say as I kiss the shit out of her lips.
God, I could get drunk off the taste of her, the fullness of her lips, and the way her breathing gets heavy when I kiss her.
Her cheeks flush when I pull back, and just the thought of all this is making my dick strain against my pants.
I’m fucked. Claire told me she was nervous because it has been so long since she’d done anything of this nature.
I then told her I was nervous about it because I want it to be perfect for her, perfect for us.
After that conversation, we agreed to wait until it felt right.
I’m excited that we both feel ready, mostly because after the intense make out sessions we keep having, I always have to calm myself down after.
I never want to pressure her though, and I know we’d eventually get here.
I just didn't want her to ever think that she had to do anything of that nature. I’ve told her that I’m more than okay with just having her and being in her presence.
I can't help but think that every time I see her it feels right. She feels right. It’s like she’s the missing disk from a movie case that I had lost and only recently found.
I’ll never get over how lucky I am, and I’ll always try to remind her how she makes me feel—whole, complete, and like the luckiest guy on the fucking planet. “Are you sure, gorgeous?”
The smile that lights up my life appears on her face. “I trust you, baby. I’m sure.”
“Can I?” I ask as I hover over her pussy.
“Yes, Jacks. Please, I’m going crazy.”
“Not as crazy as I’ll be after I get a taste of you.
” My tongue is on her seconds later, and I’m a goner.
Fucking hell. I know for sure that Claire was made for me because I could do this all day and never get tired of it.
One of her hands starts fisting my hair as she guides me exactly where she wants me, and the other is clenching her bedsheets. “Fuck, that feels good.”
That’s all I need to hear to continue doing what I’m doing. I focus on her clit and lightly suck on it. As I do that, her hand grips my hair harder. “Are you close, gorgeous?”
“Yes, Jacks I—”
“Don't get all shy on me now. Come for me.” She listens and shakes as I feel her coat my tongue. God, I never want this night to end. Claire has me wrapped around her finger, and I never want to unwind myself from her.
After she comes down, I notice a faint blush creep up her cheeks. “Nobody’s ever done that before?”
“Gone down on you?” She shakes her head. “I’m confused.”
“Nobody has ever made me come…like that.” Oh. She’s never come just from someone doing that. Fuck. I crawl up next to her as she regains control of her breathing.
“Is it bad that I’m glad that I’m the only one who has?”
That earns me another blush from her. “No. You continue to surprise me, and I can’t get enough. You’ve ruined me for anyone else, so congratulations.”
“Good. I’m yours, and you’re mine, Claire. Consider me ruined too.” I smile at her.
“I want to feel you. All of you.”
Stars. I’m seeing stars. “Whatever you want, gorgeous. I’m all yours.”
“Can I taste you?” That question catches me off guard, but she doesn't wait for my answer before pushing me back so I’m laying down on her bed, and palming my dick through my sweats.
“Fuck, that feels good.”
“Do you want me to keep going?” she teases me.
“Please,” I moan as she starts to pull my pants off.
Fucking hell. It’s taking everything in me not to come right now.
The instant my sweats are off, her mouth is on my dick.
Oh my God. She takes me in her mouth and just the feel of her sucking me off is sending me over the edge, but then she wraps her hand around my shaft and pumps me while her mouth still works me.
If heaven exists, it’s here with her right now.
“Claire, fuck, please don't stop.” She groans around my cock while she continues to jerk me off. When she takes her hand off a few seconds later, I groan at the loss of contact, but then she takes her tongue and drags it up my entire dick before taking me fully to the back of her throat. “Fuck.”
As she relaxes her throat and allows all of me in, I can feel myself start to come apart. “Not yet, baby. I know you can last longer.”
I really can't. “Claire, don't play this game with me right now.” With that, her mouth is back and I feel my dick reach the back of her throat again, but this time she cups my balls too. “Baby, I’m gonna come down that pretty little throat if you don't stop driving me crazy.”
She looks up at me, and the sight of her eyes locking on mine while she takes my dick in her mouth is one I’m memorizing for later because fuck, she looks perfect. “Do it, Jacks.”
She doesn't have to tell me twice and I come. Hard. The hardest I’ve ever come before, even just using my hand, and fuck it feels damn good. “Claire, Jesus, fuck.”
When the haze of my orgasm subsides and we get all of our clothes back on, I kiss her. “What was that for?”
“What I can't kiss you because I want to?”
“No, you can, I didn't expect you to kiss me after I—”
“Claire, please don't finish that sentence because if you tell me that Clay never liked to do that, then he’s a fucking dumbass. That’s not how I do things, okay? That’s not how we do things.”
She smiles at that, which causes me to smile back at her too. “Okay, noted.”
I lean in and kiss her again, swiping my tongue into her mouth, and when we pull apart, we’re panting again—as if we didn't just do what we did for the past half an hour. “Movie time?”
“Yeah, but we might have to rewind it…” She trails off with a laugh and I join her as we get comfortable on her bed again. I notice that ten minutes into our rewatch, she’s dozed off on my shoulder, so I cover us with the blanket and stay still for the rest of the night so that she doesn't wake up.
This was one of the best nights ever, with the best girl ever, and I wouldn't have it any other way.