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Jack pulled me away from the window, turned me around, and kissed me like he's just been given the go-ahead by a mistletoe ball. I loved kissing Jack. I wrapped my arms around his muscled neck and he pulled my body closer as he twined his tongue around mine. A familiar fire surged through me, and I pressed my growing erection against his.
Jack ground his hips in circles against mine and still holding me close walked me backwards into the living room. He kissed me fervently, cradling my head in his giant hand. He tipped my head back to expose my neck and kissed and grazed my skin with his teeth. He stopped for a moment, his lips just touching my neck. "I can feel your pulse," he murmured. "It's fast."
He sounded pleased with himself.
I paused, holding perfectly still, like a live deer held by a lion, waiting for him to make his next move. This game, this push and pull, this dynamic between us only got hotter over time. My heart pounded and I struggled to hold still as my cock strained against the seams of my jeans.
He held his position, taking my pulse with his lips for another moment, and then slid one of his hands down my stomach and cupped my groin in his hand. I panted as he stroked me through my jeans.
"Mmm, such a delicious cock," he said in my ear, as if his own enormous rod wasn't pressing with steely hardness down my hip and thigh.
He continued stroking me, and despite trying to keep my reaction to myself, I whimpered.
"Are you ready for me?" he whispered in my ear, knowing full well what the answer was.
I closed my eyes and waves of anticipated pleasure washed over me. It was like I could feel the orgasm to come, just by imagining it.
"I will be," I said. I felt my cock surge and twitch, and knew I was leaking onto my boxers. I ground myself into his hand, and against his own trapped cock.
He walked backwards and pulled me with him until he was sitting on the couch. I stood in front of him, my cock jutting out an awkward bulge in my jeans. Jack looked me over with admiration and hunger in his eyes, and then
reached behind his neck and with one motion removed his shirt.
My eyes widened. I never got tired of the sight of Jack without clothes. He was stacked, built, and strong. He didn't just work out. He built furniture and lifted heavy things. He was the ornamental and useful kind of buff. And speaking of ornamental, his beautiful tribal tattoos just added to his burly manly appearance.
I bit my lower lip, my eyes roving all over his body.
Jack smiled at me, noticing my looking.
"Strip for me, baby," he said. He leaned back on the couch and slowly unbuckled his belt, never taking his eyes off me.
I glanced at the fireplace, glad that Jack had built a roaring fire earlier. The room was toasty warm. Perfect to get naked. My eyes locked onto Jack's. I unbuttoned my shirt and tossed it on a chair.
Jack unbuttoned his pants and I stopped moving, mesmerized. He slid the zipper all the way down, and manipulated the top of his pants to extricate and untangle his cock from his clothing. I felt him looking at me, and let my eyes move back to his gaze. He smiled at me and slid his pants off his hips. His erection stood at full attention, and I marvelled at his size and girth. Even though we did this all the time, I sometimes still wondered how all of that was going to fit inside me.
But it did.
My heart pounded, and I suddenly wanted him. Right then. I unfastened my pants and removed them as fast as I could until I stood in front of him, bare naked. My cock ached. I took it in my hand and squeezed. Jack watched me, and then wordlessly motioned for me to come closer.
I straddled him, our cocks touching, my ass spread due to the width of his corded thighs between my legs. Jack kissed me and I gripped both our lengths together. It took both my hands to get all the way around them, and I slowly slid myself up and down against him.
Jack reached into a crack in the couch cushion and retrieved the lube we'd left there the night before.
"Sorry, I was going to put that away, but I forgot," I said between kisses.
Jack chuckled. "It's okay. I knew it was here. I decided to leave it, so we could use it tonight."
Of course he did. I didn't mind, because then he popped open the plastic lid. The sound punctuated the quiet winter night, and stood out against the crackle of the fireplace. By now, I had some kind of Pavlovian response to the sound, and my heart sped up.
Then he rubbed his big calloused fingers between my ass cheeks, the lube still a little cool. It felt good. So good. I pressed myself toward his touch and he chuckled as he stroked and massaged me. I gripped our cocks harder and rocked my hips back and forth. He slid one large blunt finger inside me and I groaned. It felt so good.
"Jack!" I gasped.
"Mmm," he said. He upped his ministrations, both in speed and intensity until I was practically trying to fuck myself on his finger. Before I could get too far, he removed his finger from me, and refilled his hand with lube. I felt the loss and emptiness immediately and whined, wanting him back, but also excited knowing what was next.
Half the delight of sex is the sweet torment of the wanting, the pleasure of the anticipation. But I was getting past that point, and I could tell Jack was too. He slid his hand over mine and took possession of his, and stroked himself in lube.
I knew what to do. I was so turned on, I worried I would come all over Jack without doing another thing. I gripped his shoulders with my hands and positioned myself over him. Jack slid his cock head against my hole over and over, sending shockwaves of pleasure through me.
Finally I could take it no more, and impaled myself on his rock hard girth. I saw stars from the pain and pleasure, and then as my body adjusted, I pressed down further, sliding up and then pushing myself down as far as I could. Jack's green eyes looked so dark in this light, and he held me in his soft gaze. He leaned his head back and allowed me to fuck myself onto him without any resistance or interference, smiling and gasping as I progressed.
Finally, I was completely filled. It felt impossible, against the laws of physics. Jack pressed against me from all sides, filling me up, my tight channel stretched to the limit and gripping him in the ultimate embrace. Once seated, I wiggled my hips a little, enjoying the feeling of his balls on my ass, and my cock base right up against his body.
Jack groaned at my movement, and then pressed his hips up toward me.
"Fuck me," he whispered. He gripped my cock in his lube covered hand and stroked me mercilessly, sliding around and over the top in a swirling up and down motion. All my muscles tightened at the pleasure and he momentarily closed his eyes in reaction to the tight pressure that applied to his buried cock.
I remembered to relax and then joined in his rhythm, slowly sliding myself up and down his hot throbbing cock. Every time he dragged over a certain place inside me, a crash of pleasure ran through me.
These months together meant every time we had sex we knew each others' bodies even better. First time sex is exciting, sure, but couple sex? That's where the real heat is. In perfect sync, we fucked, our speed rising faster and faster. There was nothing else in this world except me and Jack. I loved him so much, and I felt his love for me, as our bodies joined and pushed higher and higher to an ultimate shared ecstasy.
Right on the edge, I squeezed my eyes closed and keened. Jack doubled his efforts and held me up a little so he could get some leverage and fuck me from underneath. I rode the waves, feeling his hand sliding up and down my cock, pistoned from underneath by his merciless cock. I held myself there, right on the edge, until Jack groaned and I felt him thicken and jump deep inside me. Just knowing he was coming, just feeling his pleasure, made the floor fall out from under me and my own release exploded in a rush of blinding heat. At the same time he gripped me tighter and shoved himself harder, faster, his cock releasing hot and wet inside me.
Relentless, Jack did not let go and instead milked me for every last bit of my orgasm, and I helplessly let him.
Finally spent, I sagged forward and he held me close in his protective arms. He smelled like clean sweat, manly musk and soap. And sex. We both smelled like sex.
Jack stroked me all over, touching me as if making sure I was all there, and then pulled me in for a sweet kiss.
Then he pressed his forehead against mine and said in his deep and soft voice, "I love you, Ianto."
I sighed and leaned into his ministrations. My unfocused gaze wandered to the fire lower but still crackling in the fireplace. The wood had turned black and grooved, glowing from the inside with the light of the fire inside. A piece split off one of the larger logs and fell onto the grate.
"It's still snowing," Jack said, and reached across the couch to pull the big soft blanket around my back and wrap me closer to him.
We stayed like that for a while, as the daylight further waned. It was almost dark when we gathered our clothes and made our way upstairs to our bedroom to get dressed and think about dinner.
Still basking in the glow of our lovemaking, I noticed in the mirror that my cheeks still held a high flush to them.
Jack walked past me and smiled, patting my ass as he went by. He too had a rosy glow.
As I came down from the single-minded bliss we'd created, I hoped Jack had forgotten about what he'd said about our Christmas Eve guest list. I needed a Christmas without my overbearing father looming over my life.
Enjoying the winter weather, I layered a soft hoodie over my clothes to spend the rest of my December evening with Jack. I could smell food cooking in the kitchen, and smiled at my luck of being with such a domestic stud.
Before I could get all the way down the stairs, the doorbell rang. It was probably a neighbour bringing a gift.
Jack and I had made English toffee and wrapped it up in cute packages with red bows for our neighbour gifts. We all gave each other treats that we shouldn't eat. I'd save them for the Christmas Eve party and feed them to our guests and spare my waistline. Though something fresh baked sounded really great right now. Maybe Jack and I could have just a little dessert after dinner… I daydreamed about holiday cookies as I floated down the rest of the stairs and with a smile on my face opened my front door, Jellybean hot on my heels to see who was there.
My anticipation faded into shock. My parents stood on my porch, huddled under an umbrella in winter gear, with worry and fear in their eyes.
Jack came up behind me and stopped short when he saw my parents. He put his hand on my back, in a protective gesture, and stood with me.
"Mom?" I said, my heart thudding with worry as I looked back and forth between them. "What's going on? Is everyone okay?"