Well, let's get the usual statements out of the way first.
I don't own anything, I'm not making any money off of this, yadda yadda yadda.
Thanks to my awesome beta NG and to Rural for her encouragement.
Chapter One
It was the end of another day. A day that Jack decided was defiantly worthy of a stop off at his favorite watering hole. He would drown his frustrations in a few drinks then head home…. alone. It was not something he made a habit of, but now and again, after one of those days, it was just necessary.
He walked in and plopped down on his usual bar stool and nodded to the bartender. 'Tina' he thought, 'that's her name'. He had been coming here long enough to remember that much. That and the fact that he knew she had a crush on him. A bit young for his taste, but flattering none the less. He supposed the fact that he was always generous with his tips helped too.
Tina walked over to Jack's side of the bar.
"Hi Jack." She said with a smile. "The usual?"
"Yeah." He gave a half smile and shrugged out of his leather jacket.
Her grin broadened. Oh yeah, he could still be appreciated at his age.
She turned around, filled up his glass, and returned with a tumbler full of whisky.
Jack contemplated the glass, took in the aroma, and then helped himself to a healthy swig of the soothing liquid. By then Tina was moving up and down the bar tending to her other customers.
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Jack sighed, and continued nursing his second drink. He was lonely. Not a lonely drunk…… just tired of being lonely. A man could only take so much, and he didn't know how much longer he could go on without the companionship of a certain someone. Someone who was completely out of reach. The strain on their friendship over the past couple years had only driven them further apart. She was nothing more than the constant professional anymore. He downed the last of his drink and raised his glass to Tina in signal for another.
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Before he knew it Jack had lost count of how many drinks he had. Just then Tina yelled out last call for the bar and he knew it had been far too many and he had been there for far too long. He was also vaguely aware that Tina had been quite openly flirting with him for a while now. His heart ached. Oh to be wanted.
Jack was still sitting at the bar, fiddling with a napkin as Tina finished cleaning up and closing down the bar. 'Too much to drink', he mused. He just didn't know what to do with himself. A voice broke him out of his stupor.
"Hey Jackie."
"It's Jack." He looked up slightly irritated.
"Okay Jack." Tina replied. "We're closed up now. How about I call you a cab?"
"Naw, I'm fine."
'Am I really fine?' Jack wondered.
"No can do Jack. I'm calling you a cab."
A phone call later and she was walking out the door with him, locking up behind them.
"I'll wait with you, 'k' Jack."
It was not really a question. She seemed genuinely concerned.
"Ah, okay. I've gotta go get something outta my truck though."
He headed over towards his vehicle and she followed him. Jack unlocked the driver's side door and leaned in to get his briefcase. 'Damn paperwork'.
While he was mentally cursing the Mountain for all the paperwork he had to do Tina was getting quite a nice view of his ass.
He turned around to see a smile plastered on her face.
"What?" He asked, actually unaware in his drunken state.
"What," she replied. "What, is I think you're really hot."
Jack's mind was fuddled. "Hot huh?"
"Mmmm, yeah." Tina purred as she inched closer.
Jack quickly inhaled. The back of his head was screaming to him that everything was wrong……. But it felt so right.
He dipped in for a kiss. She returned it fiercely.
After kissing like animals, and grinding for what felt like forever Jack pulled back to catch his breath. His brain wasn't screaming so much anymore.
As he leaned against the cold metal of the truck panting Tina began to work her way down his front to his belt buckle. Before his next thought could register she had him completely undone and was grasping his engorged cock, breathing sweet puffs of warm air onto its head. She circled her tongue around it once, and Jack stopped breathing.
'OH MY GOD!'
A touch so intimate, that he had been longing for so badly. She licked her way up and down his shaft, cupping his balls, and then descended her way down his cock with her hot wet mouth.
'Sweet, so sweet'.
Slowly, ever so slowly she began to recede, used two wet fingers to put pressure on that sensitive area just behind his balls and then consumed him completely. His cock hit the back of her throat, still sliding
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"Oh god….Oh god…. You're so good," Jack gasped without even realizing.
Tina answered him with a short hum, which sent electric shocks through his shaft straight back to his balls and he bucked into her unconsciously.
His reaction was all the encouragement she needed.
She went at him frantically, sucking, grasping, moaning, and rubbing her own crotch up against his shin in her squatting position.
He wound his hands tightly in her hair and held on for the ride.
Within seconds he was pumping into her with a ferocity that he couldn't fathom.
After a moment Tina began to tuck him back into his pants and straighten herself as he calmed his breathing. Then she kissed him. Her tongue swept through his mouth and he could taste himself on her. He felt sick and repulsed. Suddenly terrified, he could not get into his truck fast enough. 'Fuck the cab.' He mumbled a quick apology and then sped off, tires crunching and spraying gravel as they went.
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Less than a mile down the road Jack's truck swerved then came to a screeching halt on the side of the road.
He flung the door open and began to retch and empty the contents of his stomach in the grass.
A cab drove past in the opposite direction.
'What have I done?'
Jack held his head in his hands and dry heaved a few more times. The alcohol was all out of his system now and his actions were hitting him with painful clarity.
He reached for the now warm bottle of water in his cup holder. He rinsed and spit until the acidic taste of vomit was as faint as it was going to get, then leaned back in his seat.
After shaking the whirlwind of thoughts to the back of his mind he set back to the task of driving home. Somehow he managed to reach his driveway without incident.
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He had showered and brushed his teeth, and was sitting on the foot of his bed already drowning in guilt.
The beep on the coffee machine signaling it was done shook Jack from his stupor. Coffee would not help his current situation, but he needed some kind of wake up call.
He made his way down to the kitchen and poured himself a cup. Once in the living room with his feet propped up on the coffee table he allowed himself to really think.
'Carter'
It kept coming back to Carter.
He had fucked up so royally, and all he could think of was what she would think of him…. of his actions that night. Not that he would ever tell her. But he felt so guilty. He had betrayed her. In what way, he was not quite sure. But he knew he had betrayed her, and it was unforgivable.