The thought of Jack going down on me when I had not had any time to prepare made me laugh with anxious laughter. Also, just the crass way he told me had my heart racing and my cheeks blazing. I'm fairly groomed down there- thanks to Stella who forced me to go to a wax appointment with her last week- but I had just been sweating and stinky for hours. I don't even know what underwear I am wearing. I was glad to have slipped on my lace and velvet Free People bralette for work tonight, but my downstairs might want a shower and freshly laundered lace slipped on. His hands wandering down there is one thing, his face and mouth was quite another.
His lips are on mine and I feel his hands going for my shorts again. I know I am going to be anxious if he heads south so I quickly say, "How about I rinse off real quick, and then meet you in my bed."
"Lucy, I really don't care if you shower," he mutters as he kisses my neck and my entire body responds to his lips.
"I know, but..." I'm breathing heavily again and his lips are now moving down my neck to explore my chest. I know there is not much to discover there, but I did notice how perfectly they fit inside Jack's hand. His tongue brushes against my nipple that's now rock hard and his hand now slides to the back, trying to find a clasp. I use my hand to cup his face and then say, "No clasp. It slides off." He pulls away from me as his fingers go to slide my bralette off, but I place my hands on top of his.
"Let me go wash off in the shower real quick. Give me three minutes." I know he doesn't want to stop but I slide out from under him and dash to the guest bath.
I spin the faucet to hot and strip out of my clothes in under thirty seconds. I just needed a moment to get my head straight. The whole way home I wondered if I should just solidify this relationship with sex. That if I was going to fight this hard to be with him, I might as well go all in. Just fully claim him as mine.
The last time I had sex was with Blake and it was a quicky before he had to go to work. It lasted about three minutes and even my orgasm wasn't into it that day. I had just wanted to get it over with so I could go back to bed. I had no idea that was going to be the last time I had mediocre sex with him. Of course I had imagined what having sex with Jack would be like. For some reason, I imagined lots of positions and angles. Starting in one place and ending in another. Like it was all about the journey rather than the destination. I'm also aware that I am severely less experienced than he is and worried that inexperience would show. Another reason why I just needed a minute.
After soaping up and checking to make sure my legs are shaved, I turn the water off and rip the towel off the bar. I wrap myself up in the fluffy cotton and am surprised to see Jack push the bathroom door open. His shirt is off, with his black joggers laying low on his hips. The V on his hips that point toward his package is making my heart race. He is so fucking hot, I literally cannot believe he is my boyfriend. This sexpot of a man wants to fuck me, and I am shocked.
"Come here often?" He jokes as he leans against the doorframe. His teal eyes are bright and I am sure he wants to get sexual as badly as I do. I cross the bathroom in two steps and throw myself into him. His lips start on mine but they quickly move to my neck and collarbone. My arms go around his neck and he grabs onto my thighs to hoist me around his waist. He strides into the guest room with me wrapped around him and tosses me onto the bouncy bed. The towel has come loose, so one of my breasts is exposed along with my bent leg, with my foot resting against the duvet. He's about to see me naked. The light in the room is off, but the hallway light illuminates the bed enough that he'll see enough. Nothing will be left to the imagination.
He kneels onto the bed and then straddles me before slowly lifting the towel. He peels it off like he's opening a book and then takes me in with his eager eyes. His hands are quickly exploring my breasts again with his thumbs swiping over my nipples. He leans back down to kiss me and I might just orgasm off his touch alone. My vagina is getting jealous of my boobs and I know it wants some of his attention. As if hearing my thoughts, he slides a hand down my torso as he shifts himself so he's on the side of me. Our tongues are still inside each other's mouth when his finger slips inside of me and my breath catches in my throat. He slowly moves it in and out with his thumb resting on my clit and my wetness is just begging for his dick. There is no way I'm not going to orgasm in seconds. This will be the shortest foreplay in history, but it's three years of sexual frustration about to be released in a few strokes of his long fingers. My hand reaches out to him and I feel my fingers dig into his hip. My hand slips under his waistband and he shifts his hips so my fingers can clasp around him.
Holy shit. My hand is wrapped around Jack's penis. It's also ready to go and probably begging for my vagina as loudly as it's begging for Jack's penis. It's a good-sized penis. It's not too girthy yet not too long. I feel like it will fit quite nicely inside of me without me wishing it were any bigger. I start stroking it with my hand and I feel Jack slip two fingers inside of me. I tilt my head back as I moan and his lips go to my neck.
"Fuck Jack!" I say as he does some trick with his thumb and forefinger. I squeeze his dick and know I need to get his pants off. I also need to decide if I want to have sex or end it after some nice hand play. I want to have sex. I really really do. But I think I am going to take it slow. Which my vagina and his dick are going to disagree with.
I slip his sweats down his legs and then force him onto his back with my palm. His fingers slip out of me and I move down so my head is near his hips. I hate blow jobs. I really really hate having a dick in my mouth, but I also know I can't just stroke Jack dry. His hands are in my hair as I put my mouth around him and I get two long strokes in before I pull away. I try not to gag. Oh god, I'll be horrified if I actually gag, but my eyes are watering so I just use my tongue to go up, down and around his shaft for a few seconds. He's much longer than Blake was, so I know I am not getting that sucker down my throat with my gag reflex. He moans as his fingers grip my hair but when I go to put it back inside my mouth, I audibly gag. I pull away again and he instantly sits up.
"Lucy?"
"I'm sorry. I just..."
"You don't have to-"
"I want to, I just-"
"You just..."
"I'm not good at blow jobs, Jack. I'm afraid you're going to make me vomit,"
"Because I am so huge?" He asks jokingly and I laugh away some of my humiliation.
"I mean, for my mouth yeah. And I am just not good at blow jobs and kind of want to go hide in the closet now."
"You don't have to blow me, Luce. Trust me if I know it's torture for you, it will be really hard for me to enjoy it. Okay, maybe not really hard-"
"I just am not ready to have sex, I think. But I definitely want to continue to do this if maybe not that," I point to my mouth and his laughter helps shoo away some of my embarrassment. He grabs the back of my head with his hand and pulls me down to his lips. His hands find the back of my thighs and then slip back inside me again, with his arm wrapped around the back of my ass. I'm still straddling him and I find his dick with my hand again. At least there is some moisture there now so my hand glides easily. I feel him pulsing in my fingers and I think I can get him off with just my hand. I try to stay focused on him but his fingers are doing some sorcery that is going to make me explode. His thumb and forefinger are massaging my clit as his middle finger sits inside me and my hand tightens around him as we move in sync with each other. I stop kissing him as I breathe heavily and by the way he tenses I can tell he is about to come too. A moan gets stuck in my throat and my eyes find his right before I explode. I try to keep my hand going but I fall against his chest as I am lifted towards the heavens. Christ, I have never been fingered like this. His hands are magic and my body is his. I try to regain focus as I slide my left hand over to him to grip his balls. Apparently, that was all he needed to finish off and he quickly comes moments later. He's on his back and I feel his cum all over my hand, which is so much better than in my mouth. He shivers and then opens his eyes to find mine.
"Well holy fuck," I tell him breathlessly. "I don't know if I can handle sex with you." He laughs and drops his head against the pillow.
"Funny, I was just thinking the same about you."
"Because I am so awkward," I joke and he reaches up to cup my face with his hands.
"No, because I realized this feels different. With you, I've never...just your hands got me off."
"And my gagging," I tease and he laughs again.
"I've never been so turned on by a girl not wanting to give head," he says with a grin reaching his eyes. I am so glad he didn't force the issue or pressure me into it. He just cut his losses and moved on.
"Sorry, I just-"
"Yeah, you've said that. I think I can still have sex with you though. When you're ready." I lean down and kiss him and his other hand finds my face. His thumb rests behind my ear and I think him cupping my face when he kisses me is my favorite thing that he does. After making out for a few long moments I pull away and say, "I don't think I've done just hand stuff since college."
"I don't think I've done just hand stuff since middle school," he retorts and I pull away from him and his warmth.
"Christ, when did you lose your virginity?" I ask him and he drops his hand from my face as he answers, "Fifteen. What about you?"
"Fifteen? Damn. I didn't lose it until I was twenty-three."
"Twenty-three?! Damn, I know you went to an all girl's catholic school in New York, but I can't imagine you dancers didn't have major sexual frustration you needed to release."
"That's actually who I lost it to. A dancer. Julian Antinoff. He was the Mouse King when I was in the Nutcracker at the Orpheum. And French."
"Are French lovers as good as they say?"
"No. I lost it in his dressing room after a rough night of rehearsals. Just on a shitty couch, with my tights around my ankles. Probably was shorter than what happened here. No foreplay either. He didn't even kiss me after, he just needed to get one out and I happened to be there." I confess and Jack uses my towel to clean himself up as he says, "I am not surprised you lost it to the French Mouse King. I am surprised you lost it willy nilly though. Not all planned out, in a dimly lit room with candles and Kenny G playing. Whispering I love you and talking marriage after." I smile after I let out a light laugh. I'm sure he is surprised it wasn't all romantic and planned to a T.
"I regretted it so much, but I was just so ready to lose it at that point that I jumped at the opportunity. I just wanted to get it over with."
"What took you so long? To have sex?"
"Well, yeah the all-girl Catholic school until I was accepted into Julliard at sixteen, didn't help. And then most of the dancers there were gay or had already hooked up with everyone I knew. The dance community is very incestuous. A big turn-off for me." This would be a great opportunity for me to ask about Jack's history, but I also don't know if I want to know. Especially if his number started accumulating at fifteen.
"Well, I just want to double down on making our first time special then. I promise it won't be on a couch. And I will definitely kiss you after."
"Will you also remember my name is Lucy and not Lacy?" I ask as I lean over to kiss him. He freezes as he shifts his eyes toward me and says, "Wait. seriously? Lucy this whole thing just gets more depressing."
"It's fine. I'd rather be called Lacy than have my toes sucked on and called my precious."
"This was that weird Peter guy wasn't it?"
"Stella calls him foot-fetish Peter. It's what I get for trying to have a go with the smart science guy."
"You've had a good, normal, sexual partner though right?" He asks me and it doesn't take long for me to think back on all my six partners over the last five years.
"I think so, I just haven't been a guy's only partner. Completly monogamous. That part I am looking forward to," I say before I start kissing him again.
"I haven't been a girl's only partner, so I am looking forward to that too," he tells me with a smile and my heart squeezes. This should be when I tell him I love him. I am feeling that along with so much more right now, but something is still holding me back. I can't quite get the words to leave my lips yet.