AN: Ok so I'm a little scared to post this but oh well. First JH smut. It's their first time together too.
Summer is hot. That's part of the reason she loves it. And the wicked things he can do to her skin with an ice cube. That's definitely an added bonus. Or the way his tongue works over the excited peak of her rosy nipple. The way his beard rubs against her small breasts.
They've been fooling around for about a month, and he's made it to third base a few times, but this is as far as they've gone—both shirtless, playing with the tub of ice they'd stolen from the deep freeze. She is so fucking hot. Every nerve ending is on fire. She has never felt so alive, and so dirty, and so completely right.
She's worn the shortest pair of shorts she owns because Wisconsin is hotter than hellfire at the moment. He just so happened to appreciate them more than she'd anticipated. They were making out again the ice he had just dragged across her stomach forgotten.
He is on top smothering her in the heat that is him so she maneuvers and flips them over to take control. She is making her way down his chest when she realizes how hot he must be. Steven always wore jeans, no matter what, and this basement must be a million degrees by now.
She's done this before—only it was with Michael—so she takes unsure hands to his favorite belt buckle and begins to undo the clasp. She can feel his hands come down between them to still hers. "Jacks, we don't have to do anything more than this. I don't want you to feel like you have to or anything." She shakes her head losing some of her resolve and then continues anyway.
"I want this. I want you." He lets out a feral growl at her words and starts to kiss her again as her hands make short work of his belt. Next to go are those damn little shorts that started all of this. Panties. Jeans. Boxers. Three layers away from what they both seemed to want so badly.
He knows that she is innocent—probably the most inexperienced girl he's ever been with, but that's what is going to make it so much fun—the corrupting of a cheerleading princess. He flips them over again gaining the necessary leverage to put a knee between her legs. What he finds there sends his already throbbing cock into overdrive. She is soaking wet through her panties, and it's all for him. "Tell me what you want me to do to you." He leans down and whispers gruffly in her ear.
She moans at the cadence of his voice and begins to rub her core against his jean clad thigh. "No, no," he chastises, "not until you say what it is you want."
His teasing is making her throb with want. Her lust filled mind is foggy as she thinks what he would want her to say, and then it dawns on her, but ladies don't say that word.
"Come on, Jackie. Say it." He begins to rub his knee in the spot she aches for him.
And she thinks what they hell. "Fuck. Me." There is something poetic in the ingenious wrongness of the statement.
He obliges immediately removing his pants and underwear in a swift movement before staring down at her. "These," he fingers her purple undies, "need to go." He peels them down her legs and flings them across his small room.
He lowers himself on top of her again just hovering over her small frame, and she revels in the sensations brought on by no layers. He looks into her eyes, and she is lost in the intense blue of his. "Say it again." His voice is even huskier with its unveiled lust.
This time she says it with a confidence she didn't know she possessed. "Fuck me." And he has entered her in one stroke right as she finished her sentence.
They both gasp at the sensation. He is so much bigger than Michael—she feels whole, and then he starts to move within her and she is lost in the sensation of it.
This is heaven, this is the bliss Cosmo raved about, and this is what sex should always be. He keeps pounding into her doing things to her body that Michael had never managed. She's hot all over but it's a good hot. It's a fire that's building in her stomach and at the apex of her thighs. She is a bomb that is about to explode.
He can feel here inner muscles begin to clench around him as she comes—hard. Her eyes nearly roll back into her head and she bites on his shoulder to stop herself from screaming. He thinks it is the slight pain of her teeth that keeps him from blacking out as he follows her over the edge.
They collapse sweaty and spent onto his cot. She snuggles up to his chest in the stuffy room and smiles like a Cheshire cat basking in the afterglow of what they'd just done.
AN: I would be so grateful for any feedback you might have…I still need help refining my smut. Anyways I hope you liked it. :) This is TBC because Broken Bird is so angsty I need some place to put random "cheer myself up" PWP. Also if you click that button below this…you win a virtual cookie...just fyi.