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I WANT TO SEE THESE BOUNCE

QUINN

The evening air is cool and crisp as I follow Jack down the narrow path that twists around the side of his house leading to the backyard. We find Kronk there, who loses his fucking mind when he spots us.

The feel of Jack still lingers in the back of my throat, and I can’t get enough of the feeling or the taste of him on my tongue. Who knew someone who has always been mostly attracted to women would enjoy sucking cock so fucking much?

Not me, that’s for sure.

But I’m excited to do it again.

And soon.

Jack unlocks the back door, pushing it open with a creak. Kronk’s nails tippy tap across the hardwood floor as he bolts to the laundry room breaking the silence that’s settled over the house.

“After you,” he gestures for me to enter before him. I grin, stepping inside and trailing after Kronk to give him his bedtime snack and fill his inside water bowl. I’m glad he loves his crate so much that this is the first place he comes when we let him back inside, but I still feel kind of bad leaving him in here all night now that he’s gotten used to sleeping upstairs most nights.

I don’t linger on it. I plan on thoroughly focusing on Jack tonight. Kronk will be just fine.

I lock his crate and close the laundry room door, silencing the sounds of him lapping up his water.

Back in the main area of the house, Jack is nowhere to be found.

I climb the stairs and pad down the hallway, following the sound of running water coming from his cracked bedroom door.

When I enter the room, I hear him in his bathroom brushing his teeth.

I make myself comfortable on his bed. I don’t know if it’s physical exhaustion or mental that pulls me under, but the sounds of him cleaning up for the night lull me to sleep before he ever comes out of the bathroom to join me.

When I peel my eyes open what feels like hours later, Jack has crawled into bed with me, not bothering to wake me.

It makes my heart pinch at the fact he let me sleep when I know he had other plans in mind.

My body itches at how close we are to one another. The distance between us feels weighty, brimming with intense longing. His thick thigh is barely an inch from my fingertips, and I curl my hand into a fist to stop myself from touching him.

I know it’s inevitable.

We are going to fuck.

If not now, eventually, and probably soon.

But if he let me sleep, I should do the same for him.

Or…

His sheets are draped low on his hips, revealing a glimpse of the boxers he’s wearing underneath.

I undress quickly, leaving only my lacy panties on, and climb back onto the bed. With a gentle tug, I pull the sheet off of him to straddle his body.

He doesn’t wake, but I can’t resist aligning our bodies so perfectly that if he were awake and hard, we would fit together seamlessly.

My pussy flutters at the thought, and I grind my clit against his thick length almost involuntarily.

The only part of him that stirs is his cock, and the feeling of him twitching against my core spurs me on.

I lean down, kissing him softly on the lips. His breathing deepens, and he shifts in his sleep.

I grin, hoping that he loves waking up like this because I would love to make a habit of it. My heart races in anticipation as I lean in further, teasing him with soft, wet kisses against his neck.

Each touch brings him closer to consciousness, and I savor every moment. With a final peck on his full lips, I pull back slightly, trailing my hand down his naked chest, feeling the strength of his muscles beneath my fingertips.

I grind my body against his, his breath hitching as my movements become more urgent.

My own pleasure builds with each jerk of my hips, but he continues to sleep despite his thickening cock, unaware that I’m about to come completely undone on top of him.

Unaware that I’m using his body like a little slut.

My hands dance across his skin, moving up to cup his face. I lean down closer to him as my body tenses with an orgasm.

The tendrils of consciousness weave themselves into his brain, and he responds to me with a gasp as he fully wakes.

He looks into my eyes, a mixture of surprise and desire reflecting there. His hands move to grip my hips, holding me flush against him as my body convulses in pleasure.

His hand slides up my back, stopping between my shoulder blades and splaying there as I regain my bearings.

"Couldn’t wait for me to wake up, baby?" he asks in a gentle, teasing voice, hoarse from sleep. He calls me baby so often now, and it’s so fucking sweet it makes my teeth ache.

I sit up, my face flushing now that he’s cognizant of the fact that I just fucked myself to orgasm on his half-hard dick while he slept.

It’s fully hard now, so apparently he doesn’t mind.

His gaze remains on me, as intense as ever. I’m often thankful he seems to say whatever’s on his mind because otherwise, he is unreadable.

I take in every detail of his face—the sharpness of his jawline, the permanent dimple cratering his cheek, and his pouty lips, slightly damp from running his tongue across the seam.

My eyes track the movement and I shift my body, too antsy, when I think about how I know what they taste like.

How I want to taste them again.

And so much more.

We are on the same wavelength. Only, he is less hesitant than I am because he has no reason to feel the embarrassment I currently feel about what I just did.

He pulls my face to his again. Our lips hover a breath apart, and then he closes the distance. It’s a light, almost tentative brush, different from all the other times we’ve crossed this line.

He can’t seem to hold back any longer, and I don’t want him to.

I press my lips harder against his.

He responds with an equal hunger and urgency, very similar to the first time he kissed me. Our bodies press together and I can feel every inch of him.

Something inside me screams more .

His hands find their way to my hips. Mine travels up to tangle in his thick hair, another trailing over the defined muscles of his chest. We move in sync, our touches growing more frenzied with each passing second. I whimper into his mouth as he pulls me closer, my sensitive core grinding against his hard cock as if I could take any more of that right now.

He sits up, lifting me and shifting our bodies. My back hits the bed and he covers every inch of me with every inch of him, pressing his thick shaft against my pussy and grinding himself against me as he assaults me with heated kisses.

“This. You. It’s all I want,” I whisper against his wet lips.

He moves to my neck and trails his hot mouth to my collarbone.

His fingers roam along my rib cage and trace all too fucking lightly around my pebbled nipple. "Tell me," his gaze is heated, hungry. Starving . "How much?" His breath tickles my ear as he whispers, "Gonna make you moan it for me."

"You're so perfect," I say between kisses. I can't resist nipping at his lip, and he’s the one who moans.

His eyes are half-lidded as he reaches for my waistband. I eagerly yank at his boxers and he shifts to slide them down and we strip off what little we are wearing, our limbs entwined and bodies moving against each other.

He slides the head of his cock along my drenched seam. “You do want me,” he smirks.

I appreciate his perpetual playfulness. It briefly takes my mind off the fact I’ve never done this before. I mean, I have. Had sex, that is. Just not with a man. I’m not a virgin by any means. I feel like I should say all of this out loud to him. He doesn’t need to know my entire sexual history, nor do I need to know his, but it feels important, this admission. Perhaps that is because of the stigma society has placed on the concept of virginity , I think, and decide that now is not the time for that conversation.

It would ruin the mood. It’s not as if his dick will be the first thing that’s ever been inside of me. Just the first non-silicone dick . I mean, it may be a tight fit, but there definitely won’t be any other inclination of virginity on my part.

I have got to get out of my own head. I want to enjoy this. “Stop teasing me,” I huff back, equally as playful, though maybe a bit forced.

His fingers wrap around his length, stroking it in a teasing manner.

As if he could make it any harder .

The jerky movement of his hand makes me feel like I might burst, but he doesn't make me wait any longer. He glides the tip over my throbbing clit, causing my body to jerk before he eases inside my aching core.

His large hands grasp my thighs roughly, parting them to give himself a better angle—and a better view.

He is slow, teasing, entering me only halfway before pulling back out again. His thick cock glistens with my arousal as he slides in deeper this time, stretching me in a way I’ve never been stretched before. The groan that escapes me is not human.

It is a tight fit, and the pressure and burn of it is far more than I expected.

I am breathless, full .

I want to spend every day for the rest of forever full of Jack Hollis.

He maintains his slow pace, his need for me is barely contained and written all over his face. My body writhes beneath him, and I thrust myself upward.

He grips my hip and pins me to the mattress, closing his eyes as he stills his movements and sucks in a breath. “Don’t move.”

I want to move. Watch him lose control. Send him straight off the deep end.

He regathers his composure and readjusts us both, hooking my bent knee over his own. His next thrust is unbearably deep, and hard in a way that makes me feel like I might come out of my fucking skin.

“Oh fuck!” The words are louder than I intend.

He cants his hips slower, more deliberately, but just as rough. “There?” He asks, rutting into me. I nod my head fervently, my skin flaming. “That’s oh fuck? ”

He tilts his pelvis, grinding the head of his cock against a spot inside me I didn’t know existed before now, and my pussy clenches and flutters around his length.

“ Fuck ,” he breathes. “I could live here. I want to fucking live here.”

He holds himself there for a moment before pulling out almost completely and then driving back into me faster and harder than before. I cling to the bedsheets, overwhelmed by all of him in every way.

He slows his pace again. His rough fingers lightly brush over my sensitive nipple and I arch into his touch.

Without warning, he stops and withdraws from me. "Ride me," he says like he’s just thought of something life changing and he lays down on the bed next to me. “I want to see these bounce,” he palms my breasts as I move to straddle him again.

I obey his command, straddling him as his firm grip takes hold of my waist, guiding me onto his body.

I eagerly take him inside again, thankful for how wet he makes me because oh my god it’s a lot . Leaning forward, my hands grip the contours of his muscled chest as I begin to ride him with increased speed and intensity. My breasts bounce with each movement and Jack's hand finds its way to cup one of them. He kneads my flesh, causing blissful sparks to shoot through my body.

"I wish I could keep you like this day and night," he groans, his voice filled with awe. “You ride dick so good, baby.” The sound of skin slapping against skin echoes in the room and I can't help but let out a loud moan as my body is overcome by waves of pleasure.

"Me too," I murmur as his hands grip my waist. Another wave of heat rushes over my skin. My legs quiver slightly as he guides me, his movements precise. "Oh god," I gasp, my orgasm building from the way he grinds my clit against his pelvis. "I'm going to come."

He gradually slows the way he fucks up into me even though I am supposed to be the one riding him, and I match his pace, savoring his deep and deliberate thrusts that send waves of pleasure through my body. With a steady rhythm, I move up and down on his cock, each motion pushing me closer to the edge.

He is everything and I never want this to end.

“Don’t you dare fucking stop,” he growls, his voice laced with urgency.

My muscles burn with fatigue, but I push myself to keep going at this feverish pace. I watch as his face contorts in pleasure, his eyes glazing over. He lets out a low, guttural moan that travels down my spine. Every nerve in my body is on fire.

The most intense orgasm of my life wracks my entire being as my body convulses in pleasure. At the same time, Jack reaches his own peak and we both come to a shuddering halt, completely spent and sated in each other's embrace.

I fall over into a heap on his slick body. “I’ve never,” I say, curling against him.

“Me neither,” he breathes, brushing my hair from both our faces.

I know he doesn’t mean that in the same way I do, but in a way I think we are on the same page. Because while I mean physically, I also mean emotionally.

You’re the first, I don’t say aloud. The first person I think I might be in love with too.