This chapter is NSFW! You have been warned.
Also, terribly sorry about the delay. Between vacation and hospitalization due to an allergic reaction, I was a little busy. Anyway, I'm back and ready to keep this story rolling. Thanks for your patience and I hope you enjoy!
With her back pressed against the floor, the attack began. Lips colliding, he didn't let up. If she didn't want this, she would have to kick him off. But from the way she groaned, purred, and smiled, he doubted she would end this battle anytime soon. Besides, it had been years since they last got lost in one another.
The loud sound of gasping echoed around the small cave. It caused both of them to wear a sly, side smile as their eyes locked on each other. The flickering flames off to their side cast shadows that really amped up the devilish exchanges shared with their brief staring. It was almost as if they never stopped being a thing, a couple. Like all those years apart were just seconds between their last exchange of love. Their love was like a burning fire-bright, warm, beautiful.
Truthfully, if you asked Angela about her thoughts on love, she would tell you it was a silly gesture. That one should never get in too deep; fall that hard or love to that extent. One should be wary and always keep an eye out for if you loved too deep, you'd be blind to the dangers that came with it. And yet, there she was, staring up at her beloved with curious, hopeful, love-struck azure orbs. And Jack? Why, he was always the fool. He believed in love to the point of thinking that true love's kiss could bring you back from the dead. Okay, so maybe he wasn't that cliche and cheesy, but he loved everything about the notion of love. He wanted to be in it and would fight to stay in it, especially with his pretty, blonde, German-speaking angel. To him, there was only one woman that could hold his heart and that was Miss Ziegler.
Batting her lashes, she chewed her lip. He was really trying to build up the suspense and god was it killing her. The way he looked at her made her blush. Despite the now white hair, those baby blues of his never changed. She could still read him. See right into his mind, his soul. His view on her never changed-never would-he would always see her as his perfect woman. And yet, perfect being such a double edged sword, never seemed to be a problem for the brilliant doctor for she truly was perfect. Even if she didn't think it true, Jack always made her believe it. His peerless love and devotion could move mountains and make anyone believe.
Just thinking of him and how he inspired her to be so much more caused her cheeks to flush an even deeper shade of red. They say the perfect partner is supposed to build you up, make you feel invincible. With Jack, Angela was an immortal goddess. No words, bullets, or idiosyncrasies could pull her down from the high he created. He was the wind behind her wings. The inspiration, the meaning of her life. Again, far outside her scope of what love should be. She never wanted it and yet she was in it, and in it deep. Hook, line, and sinker all for the poster boy of Overwatch, Jack Morrison.
Biting her lip harder, she fought to keep her hands to herself. She wanted him to come onto her. She wanted him to initiate. She always loved it when he did. When he'd scoop her up into his arms and kiss her passionately as he held her. They'd spin around, laughing, kissing, loving. Breathing would become difficult, labored, because they'd occupy every breath with the exchange of kisses and tongues. And just when she felt like she was going to pass out from too much love, he'd toss her onto the bed or couch and start to strip her down. She'd tease him by flicking her dainty toes across the taut material of his pants. He'd grunt and then she'd dive forward to help get him naked. She'd take her time and he'd complain. In seconds, he would overpower her and make that sweet, delicious, blissful love to her.
But... but that hadn't happened. Instead, he just stood there on all fours, hovering over her body. His soft, gentle eyes scanning her form for any hint of regret, pain, or guilt. Or perhaps it was admiration after years of only stalking her from afar?
She rolled her eyes. "Really?" She started to sit up, the pain in her leg almost nonexistent due to the canister and the nanobots in her veins. Angela's hand sprawled across his chest, gliding him back into a crouch. "Having second thoughts?" Her brow hitched, it was so unlike him not to devour her. To become a feral beast hell bent on plowing her fields. On making her scream. On making her moan, groan, and bite.
"Hey," Jack rocked forward so his hands fell around her shoulders again, "you're the one that took off running last time I tried this."
She puffed out her cheeks before making a farting noise in his face.
"Wow," he jerked back just a bit, "I think you've been spending too much time with Jr. Or maybe DVa?"
She groaned.
"What?" He purred while letting his eyelashes tickle her cheeks. "Something the matter, love?"
"Yes," she huffed, "you're not fucking me."
The second the words escaped from behind her lips, Angela's hand cupped around her mouth. Eyes wide and face completely red, she bit her tongue. Did she really just stay that? And so boldly too? But she really wanted it. No, scratch that. Needed it. If he didn't start doing something, she'd hop up on him and give him a blowjob to remember! Maybe that would kick this whole sex drive thing into a faster gear!
"Well," Jack's lips curled back into his oh-so-dashing smile. "When you put it like that..."
She held her throat. Her heart stopped within her chest. Was this... was this finally going to ha-
He...
He...
"I hate you," the back of her hand rubbed away the saliva trail Jack's tongue left behind after her licked her face. Yes, licked her face. With his gross, nasty, wet tongue. And extra slimy at that, like he'd been building up all that mucus just to do this. That he'd been buying his time just to give her the sloppiest of tongue licks ever. Frankly, it was gross and she was far from impressed!
He smirked. Then he leaned forward, this time in a slow, fluid motion. Without much though, he guided his hand down along her warm, toned stomach. Lips twisting to the side, his eyes locked with hers.
Gingerly, gradually, precisely, he slipped his hand between the wet fabric of her shorts and her soft, smooth skin.
The second his hand entered, Angela's back curled off the cave's floor. She pushed her lips together, fighting back the urge to moan. She wanted this. Oh god did she want this.
"Better not tease me," she let slip out. His brow rose; she caught it. "I've been thinking of this since the kitchen."
So 76 had successfully penetrated her defenses. He'd broken in and was just a room away from bliss.
Or at least he was. But he, 76, moved too fast. Didn't really let the passion build up. And, as such, she bolted.
"Sure you're not going to run," he continued to let his hand inch down her flesh, which crawled with both nerves of delight and anxiety. It had been ages since she'd really let a man touch her like this. But this was Jack. Her Jack. The Jack who was more than familiar with her body's needs.
"Positive," she confirmed while unbuttoning her shorts. As much as she loved the pressure of his hand against her, she would absolutely prefer he get a free range of motion. His fingering was probably one of his better talents. He always got her to orgasm with those damn smooth fingers of his. It was as if he was put on this earth just to turn an angel-faced beaut into a sinning little devil.
"Wow," he teased, "you must really want this if you're already taking off your pants for me."
She groaned, hating knowing that she was weak. But this was Jack Morrison, her Jack Morrison. The man she'd fucked more times than she wanted to count because if she was counting, it meant she wasn't fucking him. And sex with Jack? Oh, it was like breathing. Essential. Required. Needed. Absolutely necessary.
Hoisting up her rump, Ang managed to slip off her shorts all while Jack's hand found its home beneath her panties. Her heart was racing, just waiting for the moment. She knew the second his finger flicked across her, she would cave. She'd twitch, squirm, moan. It had been way too long and, truthfully, she'd been eyeing 76 for the past few weeks. Hell, she even toyed with asking him if he wanted to change his numbers to 69.
She couldn't help it. Sometimes you just get horny and the need for sex just takes over. But she held out. And she was glad she did. Though, she supposed it didn't matter. 76. Jack. They were the same person.
Moist. Warm. Hers.
His fingers dipped between the cracks. Pulling lightly, he became familiar with her folds.
"Fuck," the words rolled right from her lips as her legs instinctively fell apart, completely exposing her lacy, orange underwear. She was so thankful she decided to get that bikini and leg treatment with Lena three years ago. It would be a nice surprise for him, she presumed.
Chewing her lip, she tried to brace for impact, but the second his fingers found their mark, right there at her clit, she twitched.
Her hands flew up to her jaw, lightly pawing at it as he played with her pink parts. Unable to control her lustful grin, she sank into the floor beneath her. There was absolutely nothing she could do. God did it feel like heaven! It had been so long, so fucking long!
"Someone's wet," Jack's lips nipped lightly at her earlobes as his finger slid into her.
"No shit," she cursed with a huff, "it is raining outside." No way would she admit that it was because her should-be-dead boyfriend was back and looking sexy as hell. Scars? Mmmph! She could eat them up. And that white hair? Oh god, did she love the older look. It drove her wild, mad. It made her wet, perfectly lubricated for all the play that would soon ensue.
He smirked, loving how she was still trying to be his perfect little angel. She was every bit just as much of a sinner as he was and he loved it.
Stifling her moan with a kiss, Jack moved in further. It had been ages since he last felt her walls. Her spongy, wet, tight walls that throbbed around his fingers that stroked her passionately.
She tightened around his fingers, which caused him to groan into her mouth. "S-save that for me," he stammered out. Sure he liked it against his fingers but he would rather she pulse around him when his cock was in its perfect sheath.
"Oh trust me," she cooed while running a hand through his white locks, "there's plenty more where that came from." That sexy grin she flashed him caused him to falter, fall into her chest. He moaned while rolling his eyes back, exposing the whites of his eyes. God this woman was perfect.
"Stoooop," he moaned. "Or I'll cum before I even get inside."
Pulling off her panties, Jack tucked his jacket beneath her rump. No point in getting her butt all cut up, right? He would definitely want to hold that later, post-sex.
She smirked. Quick kiss on his neck, Angela laid her body back against the cave floor. He was in charge. He had control. He would lead this dance. This wild, sensual dance.
Happily, Ang rolled her eyes back and let her lips remained pursed. God it felt so good to feel him in there. She loved how his fingers always new were to flick, rub, and go. He'd trained them well and her body craved his touch. He was the perfect tomb raider.
Pulsing, pushing he caused Angela's body to spasm again. She knew exactly what he was trying to do too. And oh god, she didn't want to argue against it but she always hated it when she lost control like that. Still, it felt good. Hell, it was probably the best god damn orgasm one could get. "Ooooh," she fumbled. He kept messaging that swelling region, her g-spot. It was a slow process but with each passing second, Ang could feel her cheeks burn redder and brighter. Her body felt like it was on fire!
"Oh god," she huffed.
The sound of liquid filling void cavities caused her to chew her lip. It caused him to wince, which was out of delight rather than pain. She was ready to explode. To squirt.
The persistent pressure. The soft, direct rubbing. Oh god. Oh oh oh god! Heart racing, breathing fast and heavy. Ready to explode! Contractions, tightening, an overwhelming sense of bliss.
Euphoria.
It warmed every inch of her. Melting into his jacket beneath her, the release came.
"Oooooh," her lips pressed together to hum, "J-Jaaaack," she cried his name as her body jerked and lost control. Ears ringing, heart fluttering, cheeks burning, she fell limp against his jacket. That delicious scent of his caused her to smile like a girl with a crush. This, this was heaven. This was perfection. It wouldn't, couldn't get better than this.
"One down," Jack peeled off his shirt to pat away at the wet stains left from her ejaculation. "More to go."
More to go? What could that possibly ent-
Diving down, his lips met the muscly insides of her legs. The second his lips made contact, Angela's leg jumped. She was jittery, still sweaty and warm from that g-spot trip. And now... now what was he doing? Going in fo-
His lips and tongue moved over her inner and outer lips. He swirled his tongue round and round. Fast, slow, it didn't matter. Every flick of his tongue caused her to huff and plead. She would whimper his name, unable to catch her breath. And then, then he positioned his tongue to move in. Lapping, like a cat drinking from a bowl of milk, he let her sweat, creamy liquids splash over his face, his lips. The devour. The ravishing.
"Oh god," she moaned. Without thought, her body arched forward, allowing her hands to dig and rip at the white locks that continued to bob up and down between her legs. Her face was flushed, red and splotchy from too much heat. Too much passion. But god, oh god, did his tongue feel like nirvana as it lapped over her swelling, hypersensitive womanly parts.
Broad, calculated strokes with his tongue did her in. Crumbling, her back fell back against the cave floor as her pelvic region spasmed. It was hard to keep it still when Jack was doing that thing with his tongue.
Gasping, moaning, she enjoyed every moment of it. To be his meal? Why, she wouldn't trade it for all the gold in the world. His tongue, the way he ran it over ever lip and her clit, ugh, it was perfection. That tongue of his was more than worth its weight in gold!
His hand slipped up to her stomach, feeling her muscular contractions. She was going to orgasm again. Success!
Flicking his tongue feverishly inside her pink cavern, Jack's twisted, wicked grin started to suck happily on her flexible pink walls.
"Fuck," Angela moaned. She tried her hardest not to go in his mouth but that damned fool didn't pull back. He just kept sucking and letting his tongue lap over every sensitive aspect of her. Unable to keep it contained, she thrust her hips around Jack's face. If he wanted this, he was definitely getting it. All of it.
And all of it he took.
Her creamy, pearly white liquid tasted so goddamn good. His thirst for her sex, her love, was beyond compare. He absolutely had to have this. Have her.
Gulping it down, he smiled, satisfied after another successful hunt.
Kissing her outer lips, his head finally came up. Tongue licking his upper lip, he then chewed on his bottom pair. "Enjoying the performance?" Head dipping low, he kissed her navel. Then, slowly, he dragged his lip up her stomach. Hands reaching beneath her, he unhooked her bra before pushing her shirt up and over her head.
Two perky breasts sat perfectly in his view. Tenderly, he let his lips roll over those pointy peeks. Instantly, goosebumps rose from her flesh, which drew a cunning, fox-like grin to his face. Spinning his tongue in faint circles around the hardening tips, he'd dive in to suck and nurse, all while letting his hands paw at her flesh. She loved it, he knew she did with all those groans and moans.
Fondling her, Jack continued to wear that grin. She still had the best boobs on the market. Not too big, not too small. They fit perfectly in his hands. Just big enough that he could curl around them, hold them, enjoy them. And the best part? They were very receptive to his caressing.
Tender to the touch, Angela moaned. God, he was really good at stimulating every inch of her body. She either really needed sex or she really missed Jack. Probably both, as one without the other didn't seem like a plausible option.
Keeping her preoccupied up top, Jack gingerly pulled one hand free. It was time to start getting his action. Butting the tip against her still tingling walls, he prepared to enter.
Only, instead of gliding his erect cock into her vagina, Angela's hand wrapped around it. Slowly but surely, it started to rub and jerk at it.
That simple motion did him in. Caving, he fell limp against her exposed chest. Her touch, it was something he'd missed. Something he'd been dreaming of since he crawled from the rubble years ago.
"Not so fast," she exclaimed completely out of breath. "I," she sucked in some air, "I think it's." She was panting. He was wearing her down with all these orgasms, especially after not having one for... oh, 5 or 6 years.
"Angel," Jack's hand fell around hers. She had stopped giving him a handjob so he aided with the rhythm she needed to follow if they were going to have a mini-discussion mid-sex. "You don't have to," he stated. But boy did he want her to! The thought of a mind-blowing blowjob also entered his mind, instantly growing out his penis.
"But," she fanned herself with her free hand while sitting up. The definition and hardness that sudden swelled within her hand caused her to fever. Every inch of his, oh probably 7-inch cock caused her to flush and falter. She dared to purr. "You've done all this for me. I... I need to-"
"To do something for me?" He shook his head. It pained him to do it, but he stopped their hands and pulled hers against his chest. "Angel," he smiled over at his beautiful blonde, "you don't need to do anything for me. You've already done so much. This..." he looked away, "this is the least I could do. For years you've been raising a son I never knew I had. You've been watching over my elderly parents on top of that. And you've been saving people, helping people."
At this point, tears had started to well up in Angela's eyes. The whole sensation that Jack was actually alive was starting to eat at her again. And here she was fucking up the sex. It really tore into her but she was an emotional mess.
"Baby," his body shifted forward. He engulfed her with his arms, bringing her nude form to sit against his. "Please, please don't push yourself. Let me do the work."
"But Jack," her lip quivered as her body fell against his. His flesh against hers instantly seemed to quell her. Something about raw contact always makes the stress melt away, right?
"No buts," Jack's nose nuzzled up against her jawbone. "I'm here." His voice barely above a whisper. "I'm here, Angel."
"Jack," she choked as the tears fell down her cheeks. God I'm so pathetic.
"Angel," he held her close. He held her tight. "I'm right here, Angel." He cooed while planting a sweet kiss right below her earlobe. "I'm right here. And I'm never leaving. I'm never going to leave you or Jr. I'm here. I'll always be here."
Pulling into his chest, Angela broke into silent sobs. Grateful to have Jack back but worried about the possibility of losing him again. If she lost him again? Oh, she couldn't think like that. It would absolutely kill her. Drive her to madness.
Sex benched, Jack separated from her just enough to put on his briefs before handing her his pair of pants. "You're still freezing," he instructed. She took the pants and slipped them on, completely guilt-ridden to the fact that she more or less derailed their sexual pleasures. That she was 100% responsible for preventing Jack from finishing after several years of pent up sexual needs.
Handing her his dry shirt, Jack smiled over at his girl. "This too."
"What about you?" Ang worried her lip.
"I've got you to keep me warm," he flashed her a grin while pulling her close. "Now get some sleep," Jack pushed a loose strand of hair back behind her ear. She was hesitant, not wanting to close her eyes and sleep that is. "Angel," Jack smirked before kissing her lips. "I'm not going anywhere. I can't."
"W-why?"
"Gotta marry my girl," he brushed her tears away. "So my dad will stop giving me the death glare."
Angela suppressed a giggle. He was such a dork!
"Angela," his voice took a serious tone.
"Yes, Jack?"
He chewed his lip, "Will you..."
She leaned forward. Was this... Was he...?! She was already to nod her head yes! Yes, yes, yes! She would marry this man without a doubt.
"Will you get off my foot."
"What?" She cocked a brow.
"You're sitting on my foot." He pointed down to his buried foot. "I can't feel it anymore."
Smacking him, she huffed before rolling forward so she was closer to the fire. "I hate you."
"I know," he curled up closer to her, boner incapable of dying down. Did he want to bang her into the next chapter? Yes, oh hell yes. Would he? No and it killed him, but he needed to put her needs above his own. She was worn down, desperately needing sleep. They could pick this love affair up later. Right now, he needed to focus on her and her needs.
Curling up behind her, he wrapped one arm around her hips while the other snaked below her neck. "But," his planted a kiss at the nape of her neck, "just think, it'll make one hell of a story."
"Story?"
"Yeah, when Jr tells his future wife about how we met. How I died. And how we found each other in a cave."
Angela smiled while touching her heart, the folds of his shirt. "The soldier and his angel." Her head fell back against his chest; she nuzzled him. She was happy.
"The soldier and his angel."