Puck The Halls | Jack Hughes

TWENTY SIX

With a triumphant grin, I allow my tongue to lick up the length of his shaft, from base to tip, in one slow, long, sweep. Jack responds breathtakingly, letting out a low moan that suspiciously sounds like the male equivalent to a whine. I take this as a good sign, and I do it again, this time, wrapping my lips around his tip at the end, then taking as much of him in my mouth as I can.

Jack groans out a slur of profanities and sounds that resemble both moans, and some vaguely like he was meant to say my name. I'm so proud that I've brought him to this point that I actually laugh, and Jack once again is responding to my actions.

The sound must vibrate on his cock, because suddenly he's ramming himself down my throat with an unintentional buck of his hips. I choke and splutter, watching as his eyes widen in horror, not intending on deep throating me, but the second I recover, tears stinging in the corner of my eyes, I realise just how spectacular it feels to make him react like that, and I want it again.

So, I take as much of him as I can again, careful not to make myself gag, which is admittedly only about half of him, but I make it work, then I moan, low and husky in the back of my throat.

Jack's eyes flutter closed at the feeling as his chest heaves. "You're evil."

I hum against him, fully knowing that already. I read online in Cosmo once that men like their balls being played with, but if there's one thing I've learned growing up around boys, is that touching them can hurt, so I'm in no way near bold enough to go near them, as much as I want to.

Next time, I think to myself, then I'm reeling, because I had no doubt in my mind that there would be a next time.

So, with the courage that thought gives me, I wrap a hand around his erection, half of it in my mouth, the other half covered by my palm, fingertips not being able to touch from the size of him, which does things to my inside. Jack holds back another groan, but I don't want him to hold back, so I move my hand up and down, my tongue swirling over his tip.

"Fuck, Miracle," he whispers, placing a hand over my own, the one gripping his cock, and for a brief moment I think he's going to tell me to stop. Then I realise that it's a spark of electricity deep in the bit of my stomach that he's showing me how hard he wants me to hold him. It's tight, really tight, and I'm absolutely blown away that he's allowing me to grip him like this, to have control like this, so I go with it, no questions, and I pump my hand back and forth, tongue working it's newfound magic, while Jack bucks his hips uncontrollably into me, sending his dick to the very back of my tongue.

My eyes burn with tears, but I'm not sad, just full, and I have to keep telling myself to breathe, but I don't want to breathe, I just want to make him feel good. I think I'm doing a good job, because he's not so gentle with me anymore, in fact, he's got both hands tangled in my hair, gripping a handful in each for dear life, hips thrusting.

And he's not being nice about it. Jack is a mess or fucks and moans and my name as he pounds into me, head ripped back and stomach tensing. I bring my left hand up to rest on his hip, brushing my thumb against his skin, which sort of sends him over the edge because suddenly his thrusts are becoming sloppy, and a little bit selfish.

"Miracle," he rasps. It's a warning. A warning that I actively ignore and make the executive decision to keep on sucking him. He's lost control, and he's blindly screwing me now, breath heavy and batted and short.

He sounds like he's going to say my name again, but it doesn't quite make it out, and instead, he's tensing his stomach and groaning inaudible words and releasing himself into me, hot and salty and no where near as bad as my friends in high school said it would be. I swallow what he gives me, sitting back on my heels and blinking up at him pensively.

I don't know what I'm waiting for, praise? More of him? I can't decide, but what I don't expect is for Jack to shake his head incredulously, place his hands under my armpits to lift me from the ground and bring me close to his chest. He kisses my forehead, light and sweet and boyfriend like.

I still won't allow my hopes to raise too high. Not yet. He hasn't mentioned dating, he'd only mentioned love, and that was more than enough.

He grips my face in his palms, brushing our noses together, and leaning on to plant a kiss to my lips. Its soft and sweet and full of meaning, and it surprises me, because I'd just swallowed his come, but I'm reminded yet again that Jack isn't some high school boy with the mentality of a fourteen year old, he's not Jake, he's an adult and he's perfect and he's not afraid to kiss me whenever he damn wants.

We'd been deprived of each other for too long to let small things stop us from getting what we wanted.

"You want to have a shower?" He whispers, peppering my shoulder in kisses. I nod, not really having much of a voice in this moment, all I wanted was to be close to him.

Jack makes the shower stupid hot, just the way I like it, and laces our fingers together as he pulls me in to follow him, eyes never leaving mine. He brings our bodies together, so there's so space between us, but he's doing it again, making my head spin, making me want him to fuck me senseless.

I reach up to grab his face, one palm on his cheek, the other on his throat, and I kiss him, because I can. I kiss him gently, sensually, our lips parting perfectly in time, hot breath between us, our heart beats an immediate echo of each other.

There's drops of water on his cheeks and eyelashes and I can taster the water between us, feel it between us, which does nothing for the heat still building on the pit of my stomach. Jack seems to feel it too, because his arms wrap around me, and the next thing I know I'm being lifted from the ground, gasp getting lost against his lips.

"Jack," I breathe, emitting a low groan from him, he's got another erection, and now that I know what he tastes like, I need more. "Can you please fuck me?"

He pulls back, smirking, eyes so blue they make my heart skip a beat. He pushes my back against the stupidly nice granite walls, which are stone cold, and I gasp again, this time, louder. Jack's eyes flash wildly, and I know he wants to do unspeakable things to me.

He lines himself up with me, wasting no time before he pushes himself inside. Alarm bells ring that we're being unsafe, reckless, stupid even, but I'm desperate and maybe he is too, because suddenly he's pushing himself inside me and I'm screwing my eyes shut.

"J-Jack," I mumble, the feeling of him pushing inside of me making me dizzy all over again. "What about a—"

"Five minutes," he rasps, head falling to the crook of my shoulder. "Let me just feel you for five minutes, then I'll take you to the bed and we'll do this thing safely and I'll fuck you all night."

"Okay," I whisper, but it comes out as more of a moan.

Jack grunts as I push into him, wanting more. "Do you even know how long I've waited for this? I've never wanted someone so much in my life."

"Fuck you feel good," I mumble, biting down on his earlobe.

The moan he gives me is unholy. "Do that again, baby."

I grab his chin with my fingertips, forcing him to look at me and capturing his lips in a heated, messy kiss. I bite down on his bottom lip, harsher than I'd bit his ear, and earn myself another slew of swearing and whine-like sounds.

"Fuck this," he grumbles. "I need to fuck you properly."

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I wrote part of this in a McDonald's drive thru lol who am I ???