A pained groan caught Mary's ear as she circled the camp, gun in hand. She paused, listening more closely. "Dammit," came a tightly-bitten complaint. "It's not supposed to hurt, what am I doing wrong?"
It was Jack's voice, muttering to himself, and it piqued Mary's curiosity. If nothing else, he was, evidently, in pain, and that wouldn't stand. "Jack?" she called softly as she rounded a large tree.
Jack looked up, his eyes wide and guileless, his pants around his ankles, one hand wrapped around his cock, hard and angry red. "Mary."
Mary froze, her eyes wide. "I'm sorry, I'll... leave you alone," she said in a rush, starting to back away.
"Wait!" Jack let go of his cock and reached out, even though Mary was too far away to touch. "I... I need some help."
Mary made a strangled noise in the back of her throat and felt her cheeks heat up.
Jack plunged ahead, explaining, "I can't get it to go down. I tried thinking about baseball, like Dean said, but that didn't help. So then I tried touching it, like in porn, but I don't know what I'm doing wrong, it just hurts, it doesn't feel good at all."
Taking a deep breath, Mary steeled herself and stepped forward, approaching slowly, as if she might get attacked. She checked the safety on her gun, then tucked it into the back of her jeans. Taking a closer look at Jack's cock, Mary rolled her lips inward as she saw the abused flesh, stretched tight and flushed dark red with irritation. And, most importantly, dry. "You need lubrication," she said, her voice rough. She cleared her throat.
"Like what?" Jack asked. The way she was looking at him made his cock throb, and he reflexively wrapped his hand around it.
Mary pursed her lips in thought, curiously watching Jack stroke himself. Odd, she realized, there was no precum leaking from the tip, despite how clearly aroused he was. She glanced back up at his face, startled when she saw the way he stared at her mouth, his cheeks pink and lips parted. Oh. She licked her lips and watched Jack gasp quietly, and a small thrill raced through her.
It was so wrong, he was one of her boys (not really, though, her brain supplied) but he needed help. He needed her help.
Stepping closer, close enough to touch, Mary cupped his cheek. "Look at me, Jack," she murmured, and when his gaze met hers, she asked, "Do you want me to help you, sweetheart?"
Jack nodded quickly, desperately, and nuzzled into Mary's touch. "Yes, please, Mary."
She couldn't resist leaning forward and pressing a soft kiss to his open mouth. "Okay." She pushed him backward a couple steps, until his back met a tree, then knelt between his feet and pulled his hand off himself. Her fingers wrapped around the base of his cock, she looked up at him. "Just relax, okay?" When he nodded, she rolled her tongue around her mouth, working up extra saliva, then dragged it up his length.
Jack's head shot back with a moan, slamming into the tree, and Mary froze. "Don't stop, don't stop, please," Jack moaned, and Mary relaxed again and continued to lap at him, soothing and lubricating his irritated skin. Once she's covered the entire length with her tongue, she began to stroke with one hand, angling his cock so she could wrap her lips around the head and still look up at him, watching his face to make sure he was okay.
Panting for breath, Jack jerked his hips, pushing into the wet heat around his cock, and a hand on his hip stilled him, making him look down. He groaned at the sight of Mary on her knees in front of him, her beautiful mouth wrapped around his cock, deep blue eyes meeting his, and he suddenly understood why so much porn included a shot like that.
Mary usually had a technique to sucking cock, but in this case, Jack was so close, had waited so long, and most of all, was learning the importance of lube, so she mostly stuck to the basics, licking and sucking and drooling on his cock, her stroking hand gliding easily over his length with the wetness. It wasn't long before Jack was rutting up against her mouth in tiny movements, despite her restraining hand on his hip, and she watched his brow furrow as he grew closer.
"Mary," Jack groaned, one hand digging into the bark of the tree behind him, the other tangling in her hair, feeling her move, feeling the soft strands wrap around his fingers. "Mary," he repeated.
She hummed around him, and he jerked and froze, his cock throbbing in her mouth, his eyes flashing golden light, and it took everything in Mary to swallow and not scream as her own body convulsed with pleasure in time with the pulses filling her mouth.
Jack finally relaxed, leaning heavily against the tree, his eyes closing. He felt Mary pull back, the chill of the air against his wet cock, and only his hand still in her hair let him know she was standing upright. Until she leaned against him and her head came to rest on his shoulder, her panting breath warming him through his shirt.
"How did you do that?" Mary finally asked, turning her face into Jack's neck. She wasn't completely sure she could look him in the eyes yet, even though she knew she was being silly.
"I just wanted you to feel what I felt," Jack said simply, wrapping his free arm around Mary's waist. His hand in her hair starting to pet through the curly locks.
Mary huffed a laugh. "Oh, I definitely did."