by Laine Watson
“Jack…” I giggled softly.
He kissed me.
But I wanted him to take everything away again. It seemed like the voices, the thoughts were coming back more often now that Jack was back.
He rocked his hips over me, his eyes on mine as he thrusted deep within me, to the point where it hurt. I moaned beneath him and ran my fingernails down the skin of his back, closing my eyes as he just took it away. I knew that I was becoming dependent on him.
He gave me what I wanted. It’s hard to remember every time, every move and motion, especially when Jack had to fuck me, when my mind was too tangled to think outside of the orgasm I was getting ready to have.
“Jack, what are you doing?” I asked as his warm, gunky stuff splashed on my belly.
“I’m not cumming inside you no more. I ain’t got time for no kids,” he said.
I smiled. I could feel its warmth leaving. I rubbed my hands in it and spread it all over my belly.
It was like a protective layer of Jack on top of my skin.
He smirked.
I didn’t even want to wash it off.
“You got school today?” Jack asked me.
“Uhm, I didn’t go to school this semester, remember?” I replied, sitting up. I walked over to the closet and grabbed my towel. Jack watched me with a smile. I looked at him.
“Jack…” I said, turning my body to him.
“Yeah?” he smiled, knowing just how much I was in love with him.
“I love you,” I said painfully.
“Me too, Hot Rod,” he told me sympathetically.
I smiled and walked out of my room. When we pulled up at Jack’s house a little later, Trey and Ant were outside leaning on the BMW. We both got out and I walked toward the house.
“Look at this pussy-whipped motherfucka!” Ant shouted as Jack walked up to him and Trey, who rolled his eyes.
“Man, fuck you. Least I get pussy.” Jack smiled, giving Ant a bro hand shake. Trey looked at Jack, disappointed.
“Oh, my bad, man,” Jack said.
“Where you been, though? You boo’d up…for real?” Ant asked him.
“Yeah, you know.” Jack smiled coolly.
“Man…you be sucking on her titties? They big as fuck!” Ant laughed.
“Dude com’on that’s my susta!” Trey reminded him.
“My bad.” Ant laughed. Trey shook his head and walked toward Jiggs’s house.
Jack followed him.
“Trey?” Jack said.
“What, man?” Trey asked, turning back to him on the grass. Ant walked down the street toward the apartments in the front of Old Cooper Creek.
“Bro, I’m not fucking with your sister. I love her,” Jack told him.
“Love?” Trey scoffed. “It ain’t even cool you talking to my sister. We s’posed to be boys.”
“I mean real talk, Trey. This was before you. Shit, I mean. This ain’t got nothing to do with you,” Jack said.
Trey nodded, looking doubtful.
“But you think I wanna hear ya’ll talking shit about…” Trey started, gesturing wildly with his hand.
“Who talking shit, Trey!” Jack asked, heated.
“Talking about…” Trey tried to finish.
“That’s Ant! That ain’t me,” Jack distinguished for him.
“But you talking ‘bout you fucking her and shit,” Trey said.
“Okay.” Jack sighed hesitantly. “But…I mean, that’s who I lost my…” Jack stopped and realized he was being way too real with Trey.
“What?” Trey said with a smirk.
“Look, don’t…” Jack began sheepishly. Trey laughed.
“Big Money, but that woulda made you…” Trey did the math in his head. “Sixteen when you lost your shit?”
“Almost seventeen. But yeah. I know, motherfucker,” Jack said, embarrassed and a bit angry that he even had to share something that even his mother didn’t know.
“But that ain’t what you be telling us,” Trey reminded him.
“I lied, damn. My own mother think I was fucking at twelve. I mean, I was getting sucked up. But shit…I ain’t…” Jack sighed.
“Damn, dude. You weak as fuck.” Trey laughed.
“Shut the hell up,” Jack demanded.
“Damn Money, you is pussy whipped,” Trey joked.
“I’m not. That don’t mean shit changes. I’mma say the same shit I been saying. This just between me and you. I know you got shit you don’t want nobody to know,” Jack said, looking straight into Trey’s eyes.
Trey’s face softened. He nodded. They locked hands with understanding. Trey went his way, and Jack went his own.
While Jack and Trey were talking, I had been in Jack’s house. It wasn’t till later that I found out about their conversation.
I went into Jack’s room and sat down on his bed. I used the bathroom, washed my hands. From where I sat, I heard Trey’s voice, Jack’s voice and a few other voices. Jack and his friends had moved the party out back. A few minutes passed, and Jack opened the door to his room.
“What you doing?” he asked, closing the door and sitting down on the edge of the bed.
“Nothing…” I said.
“You’on wanna come outside with us?” Jack asked me.
“What are you doing outside?”
“Shit smoking.” Jack smiled.
“No, Jack. Stay here with me,” I insisted.
“What we gone do? You gotta have something better than weed, baby. What you got?” Jack smiled expectantly. I smiled and rolled my eyes. I laid back in the bed.
“What you want?” I asked, spreading my legs.
“So, you ain’t get fucked good enough this morning?” He smiled. I giggled.
“No…”
“You a damn lie,” he declared. I giggled again.
“But I got somethin’ fo’yo ass,” he said confidently hovering over me. He sat back on his knees and took off my underwear. He knelt down to my vagina.
“No, Jack. I don’t want that,” I complained.
“Why?” he asked.
“Because when you go down on me, it’s like…you make me have an orgasm too fast. I can’t…like, enjoy it,” I explained.
“What? Shouldn’t no mu’fucka be eating pussy for a half an hour, and she ain’t came at least two…three times. You just never let me do it. You finna take this…” He smiled.
“No Jack…” I said.
“Hot Rod, that’s how it’s supposed to be,” Jack insisted. “Mu’fuckas ain’t just supposed to be down there and shit ain’t happening. Then you know he ain’t shit.” Jack stood up. He stood at the side of the bed and maneuvered my body to where my legs bent at the knee and hung off the edge. He knelt down.
The anticipation of his warm, wet tongue and lips touching my vagina was always so amazing. He breathed on my vagina, the warmth of his breath making my eyes roll back in my head. He began to tease me with his tongue, causing electricity to shoot through my stomach. He was so good at it, but I guess I felt a little cheated because we hadn’t had sex.
I cried out as he licked me furiously. He lifted one of my legs up and got a little deeper into it. I liked for Jack to be in control, but this was too much control. I couldn’t do anything. He could tell I was about to the have an orgasm, but he stopped. I gasped in frustration as he sat back and wiped his mouth.
I sat up on my elbows.
“Are you serious? I was about to cum,” I said, exasperated, looking at him as if he had lost his mind. He sat back with a smile.
“I know…you need to be able to handle shit. This is gonna help you,” he told me.
“By fucking stopping my orgasm?” I snapped.
“I’m not stopping it,” he insisted. “I’m making it better.”
“Jack…it can’t be better…” I said honestly.
“But…Hot Rod, it can…You gonna be calling my name like when I be fucking you.” He sighed. I laid back down as he prepared to start again.
At fir
st, it was like building back up. I was like, he had gotten me so close, what the hell?
But he was right. It took a little bit longer for me to get to where he had gotten me before. I guess, but it was taking too long because suddenly, Ant was at the door, knocking on it.
“Aye, man I thought we was smoking,” he said from the other side of the door.
Jack didn’t stop. I had the sheet balled up in my hands. I was starting to reach the point where I was going to cum again.
“Money, what the fuck?” Ant said, knocking on the door again. Jack still didn’t stop. I moaned a little, quietly. He grabbed me around my thigh.
“Money, what the fuck are you doing?” Ant asked, right when I was about to have an orgasm. Just then, Jack stopped.
“Eating pussy, mothafucka’! What you want?” Jack asked, standing up and wiping his mouth with his hand.
“Jack!” I reprimanded him in a shocked whisper. He looked over at me with a smile and shrugged.
“Oh, damn. My bad,” Ant said from the other side of the door. “I was tryna see when we was gone smoke, I mean, we just out here.”
“I’m coming, mu’fucka,” Jack replied.
“Aight, my bad,” Ant said, and there was no more dialogue between the two. Ant went back outside, and Jack looked at me.
“I don’t like this shit,” I told him.
“Alright.” Jack smiled. “I’m not gone stop no more.” He knelt down in front of me, sat me up, my wet vagina all over the tattoos on his chest and abs. I looked at him.
“You love me?” he asked me, his blue eyes studying me.
“Jack, you know I love you,” I said, so impressed with him asking me that. I don’t know why, but it made me feel like even though he was in control, it mattered what I wanted, too. He kissed me, tongue first. Not that I was thinking about it then, but even though Jack wasn’t that great a kisser when we were in high school, he was quickly starting to be the best I had ever had. A title that I had girlishly given to a guy over at Dodges. I was very open, maybe more open than I had ever been, than I thought I could ever be.
Jack laid me down and started again. I was at peace and pleasure, my eyes closed and feeling every strong flick of his tongue, every suck of his lips. I was so ready. I could feel it building again, wildly. It wasn’t like before. Jack was right, something else was happening, and maybe I was just aroused more. As I felt everything inside of me swelling and about to burst, I took my hands from the balled-up sheets and put them right on Jack’s head. Maybe that’s what he wanted, maybe that’s when he knew that I had no control at all over me, that only he did.
“Jack…” I whispered, unable to muster anything else, and his name just rolled off my tongue, over and over as I tried not to spaz out completely. My vagina was sensitive and contracting strongly, largely and consistently as I tried to get away from the slide of Jack’s tongue over my clit, but he wouldn’t even let me go. I cried his name.
“Jack…please…” I begged him as my body jerked involuntarily. He finally let me go, smug and looking at me arrogantly as I squirmed on the bed, unable to form words or make anything but sexy moaning sounds. He knew that he had taken me as far as I could go with this. I moaned and whined until I couldn’t feel anything, but the sensations of complete and utter pleasure were too much combined with Jack, just watching me. I sounded like a purring kitten, and my mouth was dry. I finally stopped wagging around and swallowed, and was about to finally make eye contact with Jack.
“See, Hot Rod, that’s what it’s supposed to be like,” he told me, pleased with himself.
“Should I still want you to fuck me?” I asked.
“Absolutely, your pussy wants to be penetrated.” Jack grinned. “See, it’s all about how shit happens,” he explained as I waited impatiently, watching him as he spun me around. He stood on his knees in front of me taking his erect penis out his boxers and shorts. “Now, you can be fucked seriously, cuz there’s nothing holding you back. You’re completely loose. Shit that would normally hurt is gonna feel so fucking good.” He slid his penis right inside of my wet, swollen vagina. It felt so good as he thrust quickly and strongly, his body smacking up against mine forcefully. I couldn’t help but moan.
“Fuck…I’m gonna cum…” he said, not stopping his stride.
“Me too,” I moaned in a high-pitched voice. It seemed like he was going to try to hold out, but I couldn’t hold mine for anything.
“Oh my gawd…Oh my gawd…” I cried, still in a high-pitched, breathy voice. Maybe Jack could have held it, but my contracting vagina and my sexy cries got to him.
“Fuck…” he said, watching his dick go in and out of me. I could feel his warm man sauce inside of me, and I did not want him to stop pumping. But he did. He sighed breathing heavily.
“Fuck…” he said again looking to the side of him, wiping the sweat from his brow onto his shoulder and arm. He had to give himself a minute. He finally looked at me and smiled. I returned the smile, and let out a deep, satisfied breath.
“Jack…” I said softly.
“Yeah, I know.” He smiled.
We stared at each other as our breathing gradually began to slow. He kissed me and fell beside me, his dick oozing out of me.
“Oh my gawd, I need to take a shower,” I said. Jack threw his arm around my belly.
“Jack, s-t-o-p.” I whined. He pushed himself up.
“Okay, I’m ‘bout to go smoke,” he announced.
“Okay.”
I got up, took a shower and thought about how tired I was. I thought about how amazingly talented Jack was at giving me orgasms, and how he was Jack, the real Jack, more Jack than the old Jack, but still just Jack. Thinking his name made me want to be fucked again, in the same manner. I smiled at myself, boasting a little, thinking about how he came in like three minutes.
I got some good ass pussy, I thought to myself. But Jack got some good ass dick, oh my gosh, his head game though…I sighed.
I finished my shower and got dressed.
I was sitting at the white kitchen table. It was so clean, not a speck of dirt in sight. I looked around at the light wood cabinets and counter tops. I stood and got myself a glass of water, soothing my dry mouth. I glanced out of the kitchen window over the sink as I drank. Jack was still out back smoking with his friends.
“Katie-Cakes?” Stephanie asked, walking into the kitchen wearing a light blue nurse’s uniform.
“Oh, hi. Good morning.” I smiled, hoping that she hadn’t heard us having sex. I panicked; I knew it wasn’t morning.
“Morning? It’s well in the afternoon.” She grinned, kissing me on my forehead. “Where’s Jackie?”
“Talking to his boys.” I rolled my eyes.
“I wish he’d talk to his boys about a job,” Stephanie said. I laughed.
“You guys ate today? I don’t have to be to work ‘til six. I could fix you something,” she offered with a smile.
Jack entered the kitchen, and behind him, Trey, Ant, Drew and Jew followed like ducklings. They were all talking and heading to the door.
“A’ight,” Jack said as they said their chorus of hellos to Stephanie and me and turned to leave out of the front door. Trey put me in a headlock as Jack’s mother greeted them.
“Stop!” I yelled as Trey let me go, laughing as he left the kitchen. I shook my head. Jack laughed.
“Hey Jackie,” Stephanie said, pouring her a cup of coffee from the coffeepot that sat by the fridge on the counter.
“Hey ma,” he replied, kissing her on her cheek. I smiled at him.
“You…” he said to me.
“What?” I smiled as he walked over to me and kissed me.
“You heard them?” Jack asked me.
“No. What’d they say?” I frowned.
“Nothing.” Jack said.
“Then why you say something?” I asked suspiciously. He smiled. I think Jack’s mom thought we were about to fight. She immediately jumped in to defuse the situation.
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p; “Jackie, I just asked Katie-Cakes…” she began, but Jack cut her off.
“Ma, you’re still calling her Katie-Cakes? Y…”
“And you’re still calling me Hot Rod.” I said defensively. He huffed.
Stephanie smiled.
“Anyway, are you hungry?” she asked, changing the subject.
“I’mma go get us something to eat.” Jack replied.
“Jackie, I can make y’all something before I go to work,” his mother offered.
“I said, I’mma get us something,” Jack said and walked out. There was silence for a few seconds, and then the front door slammed, which made the both of us cringe.
Stephanie closed her eyes, and everything that she wanted to say or felt, she let pass. She sighed as she sat down at the table with me, her cup of coffee in hand.
“I’m sorry,” she said tiredly.
“For what? Jack is the same way he’s always been.” I smiled.
“That’s why I’m sorry.” She laughed.
“I love him,” I admitted. Her laugh was bitter.
“You don’t think I know that? Three years I watched Jackie say nothing, like he wasn’t even here. And then you show up. And he’s himself again.” She smiled endearingly at me.
“How does that show you I love him?” I asked.
“Because. Anyone who can bring out you in yourself, loves you almost more than you love you,” she said.
“You think he loves me?” I asked her.
“Oh no. I don’t think. I’ll tell you. My little boy,” she reminisced, “…you were laying right beside him, sleeping. I was standing in the doorway. He asked me if you could stay with us because he thought he loved you.”
“He said that?” I asked.
“He said that… and how could I tell him no?” she shrugged and looked down at the coffee cup in her hands.
“That was the worst day of my life.” I sighed. “Until I lived the rest of my life.” There was sadness. There was silence.
“What happened, Katie?” she paused, “I mean, I wouldn’t let my little girl stay in that piece of shit neighborhood, either. But I mean, what happened? How’d you get here?”
“I-I didn’t…” I sighed. “I ran away like five times. I never went school, not one time. They sent me away to Dodges.”
“Dodges? You mentioned that before. I think one of Jackie’s friends is there. It seems like it’s not that good of a place.” she asked.
