Chapter 20: Shapes and Sizes

Just the same as it became habitual between them for Claire to share any new developmental advance Denys and Brianna was making or for Jack to discuss matters of the estate he very much appreciated her opinion on, it has become part of their routine that every few weeks or so, Jack would go down on her, either when noticing by himself that his bedfellow had started pleasuring herself, an act she made no secret of now for this very reason, or when Claire took his hand and put it down to her loins, demanding the service.

Customarily, they would be nigh silent and hasty, still seeking the veil of darkness and never mentioning it again in between. How successful, or unsuccessful he was he knew from her sighs and tenseness and while he didn't have the experience to judge a woman's contentedness is bed, judging by from where she stopped him mostly, he gathered as much that while she preferred his ministrations to being left to her own devices, they weren't enough to give her fullblown climaxes as opposed to writhing on the edge and abandoned attempts to ride his fingers. At times like this, half muffled moans leaving her throat and muscles convulsing around her fingers in desperate desire to swallow him up, it was blatantly obvious what was missing despite his best efforts. Claire would've rather preferred the real thing.

Without prior warning, she drew the air in abruptly and turned them over, him on his back with her next move, no longer a passive recipient. Jack looked up, but as usual, found no partner for eye contact. The woman above him was concentrated on adjusting his fingers, pushing them herself as she was riding them. Finding himself in a position where his task was taken over from him bar for the rocking of his hips, he remained spellbound by the expression on her face-rapt, focussed, impatient and ardent, skin tinted pink with the exersion, hair tussled like a wild kitten's. She was alternating between licking her lips, panting and biting her lips and it fascinated Jack, along with the trembling of her bottom lip when she struggled to keep the sounds her throat was intent on emitting, under control. He understood the problem: Claire was one of those women to whome carnal pleasures were an important part of life. Admittedly, additionally she had been actively trying for children with both Frank and Jamie and Jack could just imagine it, tenacious at everything as she was. He watched her as she groaned and whimpered, release escaping her once more, dense pressure tingling in her loins expectantly, torturous in its persistence. Her motions slowed and her breath halted, the usual signs of her giving up. It was hopeless between them and Jack felt worthless for not being able to pleasure her.

"Bloody hell!" He sucked in the air when suddenly when instead of what he expected her to do-retreat to her own side of the bed with her back to him, she raised his nightshirt and pulled her hands to his lower belly, a different place to where she usually massaged him. His muscles clenched in surprise as well.

"This close I need..." Claire whispered. Her eyes seemed reluctant to focus, to take in the man before her. Admitting it to Jack seemed painful, but the exact moment of the acknowledgement was clear. It wasn't his face or chest or belly, but the sight of his double time useless cock. "Make me come!" She demanded in a last, trailing off attempt, fingernails digging into his stomach, all so different from the gentleness she usually treated the body part with. A shuddering breath and she was off him, retreating how he'd expected her earlier, eyes wet with the tears of frustration and sadness over her situation and body shaking, far from reigned in. A testament to his failure as a man. There were reasons why he had been violent, assering power wherever he could. Beating her however had no advantages. One thing he was sure of, that he would satisfy her if it was the last thing he did. In stubbornness he was equal to her-he will not give up, but do something, anything!

Claire squeezed her eyes, willing the experience away. She couldn't believe what she had done, that she wanted that penis inside her, if only for a lost moment. That very dick that caused so much heartache, that had been targeted at the duel for that very reason. Was she crazy? Missing Frank? So whipped for dick? If only electricity existed in this world, she could order one of those electric massager vibrators queen Victoria used. Jack had previously been used as the device, and that was the least he could do to pay for his sins as far as she was concerned, though could she continue to do so if she revealed herself to be so needy? It's not like it was Jack she wanted, far from it, only a good fuck, but he might misunderstand it. In no way possible would she want to make it appear like he was more valuable than the creep dastard he was. A deep wave of embarassement engulfed her. She would die of shame if Jamie knew. She groaned, buried her head into the pillow and forcefully pushed those thoughts out of her mind. Sleep, sleep, sleep, she begged herself, go back to sleep, delay getting up, not even sure she could even look Jack in the eyes in the morning. She would have to explain that it was nothing more than the heat of the moment, making her act worse than a whore. And yet, the tingling remained, sexual needs she had no way of fulfilling.

Beside her, Jack stayed on his back, too taken by surprise by the unexpectedness of her actions to move. What Claire didn't know was that he could make his penis erect, it's not that it never occurred to him to try. On the couple of occasions he experimented with his capabilities after his injury, it was painful to do so and conveyed little pleasure to make it worthwhile. Cumming he never achieved, so he was in a very similar situation to Claire's, with the difference that the pain stopped him from trying as a rule. In theory, he could do it, mechanically and without feeling, but not as if his pleasuring her was any different. His hand readily slick from her juices, he approached the appendage gently. The scars would always be a bit sore and sensitive when they moved or were made to stretch. He stroked with his finger first, making the end bob up and down, nothing more than what would be teasing so far. Jerking off wasn't something a man would forget how to do, but he had to steel his determination first to ignore the pain enough to be able to make the member perform. It was a matter of mechanics and imagination. Wrapping a hand around his penis, he closed his eyes to see the red mess that was Jamie's hair under him, his marked back that could be nobody else's but his and the organ swelled as desired with a sudden pleasuring shiver that warmed his body and pooled in his lower belly with a twisting knot.

He had to take advantage of the occurrence and quick. He squeezed lightly, no more than what massaging would feel. He was cautious, testing his abilities, then began pumping quickly upward, still lightly fisted as a precaution, while he slid his thumb to the head, the part least sewed and scarred, where the old sensations hadn't suffered any loss. The response was satisfactory and at this point he wasn't even sure if the pain he felt was due to his injury or it was the expected throbbing soreness that cried out for release, a confusing cavalcad of sensations on the border of pleasure and pain. He grit his teeth, but too late, a groan had already escaped his lips at the same time as his wandering brain realised that he grew bigger than he had thought possible after the duel.

"Did I hurt you?" Claire turned, sheepish. She had been out of control, shamefully so. Her eyes went wide at the sight. She didn't have time to think about it though.

"Now or never," Jack held, "I have no idea how long I can keep it up," he confessed.

"I didn't know you could..." The wheels in her brain turned around the technicalities of the medical condition in fascination.

"Not often," Jack said hastily, "I don't know if it will happen again," he urged her, keeping a hand at work down there. He was just hard enough to make it possible and no more. "You want it, you know you do."

Claire glanced at his eyes, reflecting the same sort of pleading expression as hers had been earlier. He wanted her desires fulfilled just as much as she did. The why and how they didn't have time for right now, that much she understood. Abandoning all restraints to be dealt with later, she moved atop of him like a few minutes ago, roughly and carelessly impaling herself on the shaft he held up for her at the ready. The sensation of his penis sliding along her insides made her suck in a breath, pause and freeze, not wanting to waste the moment and basking in the aftereffects of the overwhelming sensual memory. Moreso, she remained motionless bar for the curling of her insides to accomodate and encourage deeper penetration and enhanced sensation. Hot and twitching, his cock filled her, tight as she was and always been.

"Are you going to fuck me or not?" He continued urging. This was a matter of urgency. Now that he was inside her and he could no longer stimulate himself, the urgency increased. Jack exhaled in relief when she started moving, but it was too slow, the way she was sliding along his length. It was obviously so she could feel the same satisfaction as on her first impaling herself on him, it was just that he could not afford such play, he would go soft any minute, he was certain. So in a similar fashion as she had closed her eyes any time he pleasured him, he imagined Jamie atop of him, his strong legs holding him up as he willingly and furiously slammed down on him while he held onto his long, red hair, pulling him closer, never letting go...It was working!

Claire moaned and had to shift-the sensation became too much all of a sudden and yet it was everyting she had been craving-a rod rock hard, a bar of fresh, warm steel, smooth, and pulsating madly, he felt so good inside her, the pleasure was intense! The brunette panted and pulled back, reacting to the stray, half-conscious thought that irked her-no, that couldn't be. Jack did not like women, right? Her eyes opened instinctively to find him with a curious, dreamy and satisfied expression, eyes closed and lips parted as if struggling for breath in the throws of an orgasm. There could only be one explanation...

Slap! The sound of her palm connecting with his face jolted them both out the daze of carnal desires. Her eyes filled with tears of guilt and disbelief over what she had done and this time, she not only withdrew, but completely extracted herself out of the situation by grabbing her coat and rushing out the room.

"Hypocrite," Jack mumbled as he twisted and curled up. She was allowed to think of Jamie in bed and he wasn't? His hands were going down between his legs in a protective position. He was breathing heavily, less so because of the fantasy he had vividly imagined, and more so because of his, in no way pleasurably throbbing penis that felt as if it had been mutilated again.

The sticky, warm mess that covered it wasn't blood however as his momentarily addled brain would've expected. The experience had been too painful for him to ever want or be able to replicate it, his body would want to protect itself by non-performance, and he was completely missing the pleasurable part, buried under stinging pain. That was exactly how he'd missed realising that he had apparently cummed, inside her.

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