"It's Not A Loop, Its A Spiral"-AW2

I want you to fuck my ass, is what you blurt out after Jack asks what you'd like to do for your birthday.

You probably could have eased into that a little smoother, but you've been fantasizing about it all week, ever since Jack put an experimental thumb in your ass when he bent you over the counter. The thought of him claiming you there fully, has had you perpetually wet, even at work, making you insatiable for your Jack.

Besides, it was impossible to think of anything else, since Jack spoils you rotten any chance he gets, but this is your first birthday as his girlfriend. He's planned a weekend getaway and has bought all the things lingering in your online shopping carts that you thought he didn't know about — what else could you ask for?

You've always struggled with your birthday. You love celebrating everyone elses'; you've been labeled the birthday fairy of the Pitt, as you always remember to bring a cupcake and handmade card for the birthday person in question. But when it comes to your own, you're always let down. Your parents never treated it as big of a deal as they did their own or your other family members. They never got you gifts you would actually like. How could they not know their own daughter? As you got older, you spent your birthdays alone to avoid being disappointed.

Your brain is doing a trauma highlight reel of all birthdays past when he asks the question. So you answer honestly.

"I want you to fuck my ass."

Jack chuckles at your response. Your eyebrows shoot up in surprise.

His thumb brushes your cheek. "Don't worry, I've been thinking about it too," his voice low and raspy. Just how you like it.

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The days leading up to your birthday drag on. You're in knots with anticipation — the sexy and nervous anticipation that comes from trying something new with your partner. You're desperate and optimistic for this birthday to be different, but the dark thoughts are always lurking in the edges of your mind.

Jack is resting against the headboard, stripped down to his boxers - his prosthesis and crutches leaning against the nightstand within reach. You love that his hair is still damp from the shower, his strands starting to spiral as they dry.

You notice the items lying on the bed next to him: lube, a towel and your old vibrator seeming to come out of retirement. Your clit throbs.

"C'mere, birthday girl," he coos. "Need to get you ready for me." He's positioned a pillow near his foot, so you can rest your head while your lower body is at eye, and mouth, level to Jack.

His hot breath fans your soaked core, your body nearly buckles from your hands-and-knees position from the sensation alone.

"Goddamn, look how wet this pretty pussy is," he places a kiss on your clit, hands kneading the flesh of your thighs. "All this because you want me to fuck your ass, baby?"

"Uh-huh," you moan, already fucked out and he's just getting started.

He feasts on you slowly, savoring the way you taste. He loves making a mess of you, likes the way his spit mixes with your juices and how much wetter you get the messier he gets. He could (and has) spent hours just making out with your pussy.

"Bet I could slip two right in this sweet cunt, huh?…" Jack's voice vibrates on your sensitive lips. He's right, of course, he slips two fingers inside you with ease. He laps at your clit and curls his dexterous fingers inside you, hitting that spot. He's an expert on your body now; he knows what speed, what sensations drive you crazy.

You're so fucking close, that familiar tingly feeling fluttering in your tummy, your shallow breaths hit the pillow.

"Oh fuck, I'm gonna—"

"C'mon, give it to me, angel, you're taking my fingers so well… look so pretty with my fingers in your pussy… love playing with this pretty cunt…" he coos while you're close to the finish line.

He licks a stripe from your clit until he reaches the tight ring of your ass. It sends a shiver down your spine. Which doesn't go unnoticed by your Jack.

"Yeah, that feel good, baby? Like when I lick your pretty little asshole, huh?"

"Y-yes, oh my God," you moan.

His warm tongue kitten licks feel strange yet exhiliarating. The grey and auburn stubble that adorns his jaw scrapes against your skin - the sting of it pleasant and welcome.

"Fuuuuuuck, you taste so good," he groans. He continues swirling his tongue around your sensitive hole and continues curling his fingers in your soaked cunt. Jack doesn't stop until you're crying out his name and your whole body trembles in ecstasy. All negative thoughts about your birthday have disappeared.

"Atta girl, did so good… so so pretty when you come for me, angel," he coos, pressing a kisses to the backs of your thighs, each cheek, anywhere he can reach.

When you catch your breath, you hear the cap of the lube open and the viscous liquid coats Jack's fingers.

"Does the birthday girl want my fingers in her ass?" He asks while spreading lube on your virgin hole.

"Mhm-hmm," is all the noise you can muster, still floaty from your first orgasm of the night.

"Oh, you're gonna have to do better than that…" he presses the pad of a finger just slightly over your hole.

"Yes, please, want your fingers in my ass," you slur out.

"That's my naughty girl."

Jack slowly inserts his finger — slow, slow, slowwww until his first knuckle is nestled inside you. He's in awe of the way you suck him right in. His cock jumps at the sight, feeling lightheaded that you trust him with this, and how goddamn hot it is.

You feel full in a new way, the feeling is foreign but welcome.

"How's that feel, angel?"

"So g-ood…need more, Jack please," you whine sweetly.

"'M gonna go deeper, all the way back to my knuckle, sure you can handle that?"

"Yes, fuck, please," you beg.

He methodically, carefully fucks you with his fingers, prepping you for his cock.

˚✧˚✧˚✧˚ Jack goes to turn over in a spooning position, now free from his boxers, but his sore limb from hours of use has other plans.

He grunts softly, hoping you don't hear, but of course you do.

"What if, um, I got on top?" You suggest, recognizing the familiar discomfort he experiences after a long shift on his prosthetic.

"You sure?" He rubs a thumb across your cheek. "I want this to meet your expectations, ya know? Fulfill your fantasy and what not… it's your birthday," his lips meet yours in a loving kiss.

You push his chest and straddle him, now in the position that never fails to drive him crazy.

"You fufill all my fantasies, Dr. Abbot," you purr in his ear. He playfully smacks your ass, earning a mix of a giggle and moan from you.

"Good to keep going?" He asks, placing a kiss to your collarbone. Only Jack could make checking in so so sexy.

"Yes," you breathe. "Need you in my pussy first."

"Anything for the birthday girl," he says as he lines his cock up with your pussy, and you slowly sink down. You moan in unison when his girthy tip hits your cervix, your bottom flush with his pelvis.

You roll your hips once, teasing him.

"Tell me how bad you need me, Jack." It comes out strong, but he can see the need for resassurance swimming in your glistening eyes. He rubs circles on your hips with his thumbs.

"Oh my sweet angel," he coos. "Been waiting for this all week, can never get enough of you." He kisses your cheeks, your nose, and tightens his grip on your waist when he captures your lips with his.

You find a rhythm that has you and Jack both panting, your skin slick with sweat, and clapping against Jack's.

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Jack lubes up his cock, ruddy and creamy from your juices.

You take a deep, nervous breath before notching his cock to your ass. Jack gently grips your wrist.

"We're in no rush, baby. Go slow and if it hurts at all we stop, okay?"

"I'll stop if it hurts," you repeat.

"Good girl," he says, reaching for your tried and true vibrator. He presses the power button and it hums to life. He presses it against your aching clit as his tip breaches the tight ring of muscle.

You see stars at how full you feel, paired with the deep vibrations on your clit. You thought he felt big in your pussy, but it's nothing compared to how he feels in your ass. It knocks the breath from your lungs, it's dizzying and intoxicating. Sweat drips down your spine, your face is hot and your breaths are labored.

"Slow, sweet girl…" he gently commands. You sink down slightly further, making you both moan. "That's it, always take me so well," he praises.

You continue sinking down inch by inch until he's fully seated within you. Your head falls onto his shoulder, letting your body adjust to his size. He plants a kiss into your temple, kneading the flesh of your thighs that are perched atop his.

"We're in no rush baby, it's your birthday…" he assures you. You carefully grind your hips a little as the initial discomfort wears off — now you're aching for more.

"Fuck Jack, feel so goddamn big, can feel you in my fucking throat," you moan out. He loves how filthy your mouth gets when you're cock drunk, strings of curses and chants of his name.

"Juuuuuust like that, baby," he praises as you gradually speed up your movements, bouncing up and down on his cock. You never imagined anal could feel so exhilarating. Then again, sex with Jack always exceeds your expectations, is satisfying and pleasurable in ways you'd only dreamt of.

Jack increases the speed of the vibrator, bringing you closer and closer to another orgasm. Your nails drag across his beefy pecs, clenching around his cock, sucking him in impossibly deep.

"Yeah, use your nails against my chest, love watching you fuck yourself on my cock, so fucking beautiful." Jack is borderline practicing mindfulness so he doesn't bust too soon, he feels lightheaded at how fucking amazing you feel. Nothing ever will top your sweet cunt, but your ass comes in a close goddamn second.

He begins bucking his hips to meet your thrusts, your mouths moaning into each others.

"'M close, Jackie baby," you whimper against his lips.

"C'mon, come with my cock in your ass, show me how fucking good it feels." You bounce once, twice, three more times and shout as your vision turns static, your ears muffled. He quickly follows suit, his cum filling up your wrecked hole. You collapse into each other's embrace, gasping for air, skin sticky from perspiration.

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Jack praises himself for having the foresight to make his accessible bathtub big enough for two. You're settled between his legs, back against his chest, both of you blissed out. The adrenaline wears off, your concious mind coming back to life.

"How're you feeling? Any soreness or tenderness?" His voice is soft and tired.

"'M fine," you mumble.

"Don't oversell it," he teases and you giggle.

"Just a little sore, nothing too bad."

"Did your gift meet your expectations?"

"You more than met my expectations… I never knew it could be so good. I never knew sex in general could be so good but Jack, you've changed my literal brain chemistry on it. You satisfy me in ways I'd only dreamed of," your voice cracks a little on the last word.

"You don't know how happy that makes me." He kisses the top of your head.

You feel him harden against your back. "I think I have some idea." You grin.

"Wanna go for round 2?"

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