14. The New Year's Eve Conquest: Part II

Disclaimer: this part contains sexual content. Don't read this part if sexual encounters makes you uncomfortable! If you like reading about Jack being naked…please continue!

Once in Detroit…

We met Bobby and Angel at ground transportation. Jack and his brothers embraced, as they were all glad to see each other again. Jack and I got into the back seat of Angel's car and I began my plan of revenge. While Jack was in the middle of talking with Angel and Bobby about the holidays and hearing about their holiday, I leaned down and put my head near Jack's crotch as though I were preparing to give him oral. He suddenly smacked my head away.

"Jack!" I exclaimed with a smirk on my face.

"Ange, what are you doing?" he asked, as though he knew the answer already.

"Oh I was just tying my shoe," I laughed. As our eyes stared into one another's, it was as if we exchanged a "you're on" war. That entire car ride, I kept trying to get my hands down his pants, and he kept smacking them away. As we rounded the corner to where my house was, I started laughing.

"What's so funny?" Jack asked.

"Jack! Don't touch me there!" I exclaimed through laughter. Jack's eyes just widened as Angel's head whipped around.

"What are you two hornballs doing back there that can't wait til later!" he exclaimed.

"Nothing!" Jack replied, tossing me an "I'm gonna get you back for that" glance.

"Right," Angel replied sarcastically.

"Jack, just because you're not gay now, that doesn't give you the right to fuck around in Angel's car," Bobby chuckled.

"We're not fucking around, Bobby!" Jack exclaimed.

"Sure. You guys can do all you want on your own time. All I'm asking if you wait til you're alone, that's all," Bobby calmly stated. You could tell he was trying hard not to laugh. The entire time Jack was defending himself, I was just sitting there trying not to burst out laughing. Finally, we got to my house. Jack walked me into the house with my bags. Once inside, he dropped my bags and leaned me up against a wall where his brothers couldn't see us. He pressed his body against mine and kissed me.

"We're finishing this war tonight," he said. I just laughed.

"Here?" I asked.

"Yes, here," he replied.

"The ball drops at midnight. Be here at 10," I said.

"I'll see you then," he kissed me again and then left. For the first time in our relationship, Jack and I didn't seem awkward toward sex and I really liked it.

10:00 PM came quicker than I had anticipated. I had everything all ready for my steamy evening with Jack. I laughed inside my head thinking about it being a steamy evening. My life felt like some cheesy porno—I actually laughed out loud at one point thinking about how ridiculous it was going to be. I told myself that the only way it wouldn't feel cheesy would be if we weren't anticipating sex. Of course we were both expecting it to happen, but to me, the best sex is never really planned—and that's the way I decided to think as I readied myself and my house.

I had champagne for midnight, hard liquor for me, beer for Jack, food for both of us, candles, and of course, condoms up in the bedroom—just in case. At exactly 10, there was a knock at my door and I opened the door for Jack. He came in acting as if nothing sexual was going to happen and it made me feel a lot more comfortable with everything seeing that he had the same mindset as me.

"Beer?" I asked him as I took his coat and hung it up.

"Yeah, thanks, babe. Happy New Year," he kissed me before I got him a beer.

"You too," I smiled as I got him a beer. I came back to him sitting down. I gave him his beer and in my other hand I was holding a bottle of rum and a shot glass.

"I'm getting this New Year's Eve started off right," I laughed as I opened the bottle and poured some rum into the shot glass. Jack laughed as I pounded it. Not too bad—nothing like vodka or tequila. After I pounded two more shots, and Jack had a few more beers, we were both feeling the liquor, but not so much as to inhibit our thinking, which was good.

"I say we start this New Year's Eve off right again," he said, pulling me onto him.

"Jack! Are we doing this again!" I asked playfully.

"You know it, baby," he said as he kissed me. "We have to finish what we've started,"

"Well, when you put it like that, I guess you're right," I smiled as he continued to kiss me.

"Let's do this upstairs," he said finally, as he was about to take off my shirt, "you know, in case somebody comes to the window or door or something,"

"Meaning your brothers checking up on us?" I laughed.

"Yeah, pretty much," he agreed with a chuckle. I got off of him and began walked over to the staircase when he pulled me close to him. He leaned me up against the wall and began kissing my neck and running his hands all over my body. He went to take off my shirt but I pushed his hands away and pulled away from his kiss.

"Uh-uh. Not until we're upstairs," I said softly. I took my hand and led me up the stairs, but I stopped him midway up the stairs and pushed him against the wall and kissed him. I ran my hands down his body and stopped right above his crotch, as I pressed my body close to his. His breathing was heavy and I just smirked at him. The suspense was killing him and I loved every moment of it.

"This is killing me," he said, his voice a little shaky and breathy as he dragged me up the rest of the stairs to my bedroom, which was lit with candles. He shut the door and then resumed kissing me. Unexpectedly, I dropped to my knees and unbuckled his pants. I could see him quickly shiver as his pants fell to the floor and I revealed him to me. I started giving him head and he began breathing heavily almost as soon as I started. I then suddenly got to my feet and he abruptly began taking off my shirt. I glided his shirt off over his head and ran my hands down his body as I went back down on him. I gave him oral for a while until he stopped me.

"Whoa, whoa, Ange," he pulled me to my feet and walked me backwards over to the bed. He laid me down on the bed and slipped my pants down to my ankles and tossed them on the floor beside the bed. He started kissing my inner thigh and worked his way up, tricking me as he kissed me further up—my stomach, and further up, my breasts, my neck and finally my lips. As he kissed me, he slipped my underwear off and flung them to the ground. He moved his hand down there and began fingering me. He only did it momentarily, and then moved down on me. He ate me out—again with that fabulous tongue ring—until I was breathless and moaning. He stopped.

"Jack, please don't stop," I urged, panting. He shook his head, a smile curling on his lips. I grabbed him and pulled him down to me, kissing him feverishly as I ran my hands and fingers through his hair. He slowly pulled away from my lips and whispered into my ear.

"I want to make love to you now," he whispered. I nodded my head as he sat up. I retrieved a condom from my nightstand drawer and put it on him.

"Missionary position?" he asked with a chuckle.

"Sounds good for starters," I laughed as he lowered himself on me again.

"Before I go in, when was the last time you had sex? Are you tight?" He asked softly, his voice low so to not ruin the moment.

"Let's put it this way, it's been a while. Go easy on me," I replied, closing my eyes.

"I promise you I wont hurt you. If I do, just tell me and it'll stop," he said and kissed my forehead. "Ready?"

"Yeah,"

He fingered me a little to loosen up a bit, as well as help guide himself in. I had a feeling it would hurt only because I hadn't had sex in a long while—not to mention Jack was huge—bigger than anything I'd ever had before. I was right—it hurt at first, but we went in slowly, kissing me when he could tell I was in pain to keep my mind off of being in pain.

"Augh," I groaned, the pain getting worse than it was initially, "are you in yet?"

"Almost,"

"Jeez, you're huge," I choked out, through pain and laughter. He chuckled with me. I winced a bit more, but he continued to kiss me for a few moments more.

"I'm in," he said finally. I let out a sigh of relief that was no more penis left to go in me. It felt like nothing I'd ever felt before—it felt like he was in my stomach!

"I didn't realize how tight you were—okay, I'm gonna pulse a little. It's gonna hurt at first but I think you'll loosen up, okay baby?"

"Yeah," I said.

"Just grab onto me, or the bed or something if it gets unbearable," he smiled. I nodded and held onto him tightly, bracing myself for the worst. I shut my eyes tightly, but he didn't do anything.

"Ange, don't close your eyes," he said. I opened my eyes and saw him smiling at me, and as he gazed into my eyes, I didn't even notice him thrusting. What I assumed would be utter pain, ended up just feeling like a lot of pressure, and soon enough, began feeling like sex again.

We had sex—and it was amazing. It was our first time with each other, so nothing really daring or kinky happened, but it was fabulous nonetheless. It was romantic—just the way it should've been.

Our breathing was heavier than ever as we approached climax.

"Oh God, Jack," I panted as he began to slow down. "Don't stop yet…"

I had never had a real orgasm, which is typical for the majority of sexually active women. It's just a known fact that many women do not orgasm every time they have sex. I, had never had an orgasm—but Jack knew what he was doing, and thanks to him, I got there. I hit climax for the first time and I cried out his name so loud that I would have sworn the neighbors heard—or even worse—Jack's brothers. Right after I hit orgasm, Jack climaxed. After he finished, he just collapsed on top of me, breathless, waiting for himself to shrink a bit so he could pull out. Finally he pulled out. He ran out of the bedroom and threw the condom away in the bathroom. He came running back to find me lying there, still stunned at the orgasm.

"Jack—you're the first man to ever conquer me like that," I laughed finally, as he joined me on the bed. He laughed with me.

"Happy New Year's, Ange," he declared with a smile.

"What time is it?" I asked suddenly. He looked over at the clock.

"11:25," he replied.

"We still have time," I said with a smile.

"For what?"

"To do it again," I laughed.