A/N: let me start off by saying i love this fic, like.. this the one. so i hope y'all like it, let me know ;)
The muffled sounds of the front door and a few choice curse words coming from behind it wake Jay from his slumber. He's been a light sleeper forever, thankfully so, considering it sounds like he's getting broken into; if not for the frustrated expletives, he most definitely would have been concerned with the situation.
But earlier in the night, Hailey had gone out to a fancy bar with Stella, Kim, and 51's new paramedic, Gianna Mackey, to help welcome her into the strong camaraderie the first responders have built over the years.
Before she left, he phoned her and playfully suggested she stop by after, secretly hoping she came by even after she said maybe and not to wait up. Now, it's well past one in the morning and he happily leaves the comfort of his bed to pull on sweats and go to the comfort of his girl.
She's still struggling with the door when he pulls it open.
"He—Woah!" The next thing he knows, Hailey's body is tumbling into his bare chest as she loses her balance. Her key to his place is in the lock and she only wears one heel, the other in her hand.
She huffs, "It wasn't—" she complains, making a key turning motion with her free hand. His brow furrows and he tries, turning the deadbolt out and back in easily. She looks at him sheepishly, dropping the heel in her hand.
"So, girls night was fun?" he laughs as he steadies her and grabs her key and the door.
Her eyes are bright and glossy and her cheeks perfectly flushed from intoxication, she looks damn beautiful when she smiles and nods in answer. He takes in her little black dress that accentuates all of her assets in all the right places. Then she's using his arm for balance, bending her heeled leg and drunkenly trying to unfasten the clasp.
"Gianna's amazing. Stella called Kelly to be our DD and they dropped me here. Not without teasing me the whole way, though."
She ends the sentence with a fond eye roll, finally dropping the heel to the floor. She stands and turns the fond look toward him, smiling so sweetly and making his heart melt from the warmth in her eyes alone. Her hands on the sides of his neck bring his lips to hers and his arms finally wrap around her. He tastes the alcohol he knew he'd find there, surprised at the fruitiness of it.
"Mmm, worth it," she whispers and winds her arms around his neck, burying her face there too. Jay basks in her affection, running his hands up and down her back, through her hair, willing to stay in this spot in his doorway for the rest of eternity.
He presses tender kisses to the side of her face: her temple, then her cheek, then her jaw. "Wanna go to bed?"
Hailey shakes her head before leaning back to pull him into another kiss. She sucks his bottom lip into her mouth, biting it and sending chills down his spine. Jay moans against her lips, his breath quickening and his hands tightening around her waist. She grins in response, trailing kisses along his jaw while dragging her hands down his abs, settling on his lower back. Her teeth catch his earlobe and he shudders.
"I want you," she all but purrs as she pulls his hips to hers and he almost falls apart right then and there.
He cups her cheeks, fingers threading into her hair, his gaze fixated on her lips. At this moment they share the same breath and the tension and heat makes him dizzy.
"Hailey."
He watches her capture her bottom lip between her teeth, her eyes dart from his eyes to his lips and back again with a teasing smile and it's a challenge and the anticipation is killing him so he leans in.
And it's heaven. Her kiss is hot, and he's desperate, and in what feels like no time she has him completely wrapped around her finger. Didn't she just walk through the door?
It's only when his calves hit the couch that Jay realizes she's backed them into the living room, breaking the kiss when she pushes him onto the couch. He leans back on the pillows to get comfortable.
He watches for her next move, swallowing hard when instead of straddling him she sinks to her knees between his legs.
"Hails," he pants, as she bends to latch her lips on his abs, sucking a secret mark into his skin. "You're drunk, I—"
She rolls her eyes and sits upright, "Jay," she replies, speaking and tilting her head in a 'don't be ridiculous' kind of way.
She runs her hands up and down his thighs, feeling the soft fabric of his sweats under her fingers.
Jay's breath hitches when her fingers dip under his waistband, unmoving. He can see half of her is looking for permission, the other half knowing she already has it and always will.
"Let me show you how much I've missed you today," Hailey rasps, tugging on the waistband and smirking at him so devilishly he forgets why he even objected in the first place.
So, he lifts his hips and lets her pull off the rest of the clothes he put on not five minutes ago. She wastes no time and her warm hand wraps around his semi-hard member, pumping him a few times before dipping down to lick him from base to tip. He hisses, his hands carding through her hair immediately to keep it off her face.
Then, her lips are around him and she takes him into her mouth and he can feel the fire pooling low in his belly already. It's wet and hot and he's losing it, hardening the rest of the way in her mouth, pulsing. Jay doesn't think he's ever been harder than he is right now. He's drunk too but only on her.
She bobs her head up and down rhythmically, hollowing her cheeks, swirling her tongue around his tip, and making his hips buck involuntarily. He's a quivering mess beneath her.
"Oh shit, Hailey, fuck, you look so fucking gorgeous." He moans hungrily, looking absolutely wrecked. His cheeks are flushed, his body trembling, she can see his abdominal muscles contracting. His hand grips her hair as he tries not to thrust up into her movements, and when she notices she lets him take control, pumping his length in and out of her mouth on his own volition.
Mesmerized, he gazes at her, lips wrapped around his cock as it disappears again and again into her mouth. Her blue eyes are watery and oh so pretty, he strokes her cheek with his thumb in a tender moment, as if she weren't sucking the soul from his body.
On a particularly deep thrust, she swallows around him, whilst simultaneously fondling his balls and making his brain short-circuit. "OH FUCK," Jay cries out, hips arching off the couch. He's close.
"Hailey, please, fuck, I'm gonna come. I'm gonna come in that pretty fucking mouth," he babbles incoherently, shaking under her hands and mouth.
The promise makes her moan around him, in turn making his hands tighten in her hair.
"I'm coming," he gets out before an onslaught of shudders and moans escape him. The sounds are straight erotic and when she swallows, her lips curve into a smile as he eventually falls limp against the couch trying to catch his breath. He whimpers at the sight, dragging his thumb across her swollen bottom lip.
He weakly holds out his hands for her and helps her stand to sit on him and straddle his legs.
"Holy fuck, Hails," he marvels, cupping her cheeks and pulling her to him in a soft kiss.
She chuckles against his lips, toying with the hair at the nape of his neck.
"I really did miss you today. I've been thinking about that all night, that's why I'm here," she looks down at the hickey on his abdomen and blushes bashfully. Jay thinks it's absolutely adorable.
"Oh, just for that?" he teases.
She eyes him with a playful look, "Yep, just for that! This was fun," she jokes as she pecks his lips and makes a move to get up. His hands are quick to land on her hips and they share a laugh, leaning in to get lost in the other once again.
Her lips brush against his, the languid and lazy pace intimate and comforting. Her hands move into his hair and she grips it, tilting his head up and making him moan.
The kiss is hungrier by the second, his hands caressing her smooth thighs, rucking up her skirt. It gives her more room to settle against him, his already half-hard dick pressing against her, the thin fabric of her panties the only thing separating her heat from him.
He breaks the kiss to peel off her dress, pulling it over her head and throwing it God knows where. He hums, her naked breasts right in front of his face, rosy nipples hard for him, and just asking to be sucked. Her back arches, hands returning to his hair as he sucks on one sensitive nipple and then the other. She grinds her hips against him, internal muscles clenching around nothing in anticipation of what is to come.
She startles at a tug and ripping sound, looking down and yelping as Jay throws her ruined underwear across the room.
"Jay!"
"Sorry," he replies, looking the least bit. Hailey scoffs. He positions himself at her entrance, glancing up at her when she doesn't move. She stares at him indignantly.
He shoots her a boyish smile, "I'll get you a new pair as soon as the store opens?"
She giggles and shakes her head, letting him know it's not that serious. She doesn't care that much, but they were nice underwear.
She unexpectedly sinks onto him fully, moaning in his ear at the intrusion; his grip on her hips is so hard she swears she'll have bruises. "Just fuck me, how about that?"
Jay exhales sharply but doesn't need to be told twice, meeting every fall of her hips as he steadies her and makes sure she doesn't fall. She rises and falls on his lap, panting above him. Her hair is wild and messed up from his hands, and he watches where they connect, where her body swallows him whole and he sees his cock coated with her excitement. His moan reverberates around the room, "Fuck, your body."
Her skin flushes from the compliment, just like it always does, just like he loves. They go like this for a few minutes, Hailey clenching around him at the most random times and almost frustrating Jay at the effect it has on him.
When Hailey's riding him, her rhythm usually falters the closer she gets, but her orgasm seems to come out of nowhere, no warning, just her collapsing on him, her forehead against his collarbone as she writhes and moans above him. He doesn't stop snapping his hips up into her, the sound of them meeting and her whimpers the only thing to be heard.
He adjusts her so she hovers over him a little, thrusting up at an angle and making her see stars, prolonging her orgasm. She cries out, catching herself with her hands on his abs and he does it again, and again, until her legs are trembling.
"Jay," she groans, repeating his name into his neck like a mantra. He realizes then that her orgasm isn't being prolonged, but another is building. The thought excites him and he massages her clit with his thumb, making sure to hit that same spot inside of her as he fucks her into oblivion. She squeezes him in a vice grip and it has him on the edge in seconds.
"SHIT, JAY," she screams, she gushes around him, her come drenching their sexes. Her entire body shakes uncontrollably as she tries to grasp onto reality.
"Holy—" A moan erupts from his lips, interrupting himself. He lets go right after her, so amazed at what just occurred he couldn't hold on any longer even if he tried. She slumps against him, body slick with sweat as she tries desperately to catch her breath.
"You just—that was so hot."
She releases a shaky breath. All of her senses are tingling and her nerve endings in overload.
"That's never happened before," she agrees, just as shocked as him. But damn did she like it.
The smug grin appears on his face immediately and she regrets telling him anything. "What? The orgasming twice at once or the squirting?"
She rolls her eyes, shoving his chest, "Both, smartass."
"Well I'll have you know, I'm honored to be your first. And last," he adds on.
"Yeah, yeah," she grins at him, looking down at the mess they made of his couch, "We should probably shower."
"Round 3?" he inquires, leaning in to suck softly on the skin of her neck.
"How are you still horny?" she chuckles, moaning. She wraps her arms and legs around him as he stands with her in his arms and gives her a look.
"Pshh, for you? Always," he replies as if the answer were obvious.
Her laughter rings throughout the room as he whisks her away to the bathroom.
Best. Nightcap. Ever.