Emma

"Can I fuck you with my tongue? Properly, I mean."

His lips are still fluttering over your clit as he asks, eyes closed for the moment as he focuses on the taste and feel of you, on the heat radiating from you. He's spent the better part of the last three years dreaming of this, of you and getting to have you like this and as his partner.

You’re momentarily dumbfounded by the question and then Jack makes it worse by pulling his head away enough so that he can look up at you, hazel eyes dark, what’s left of his irises pulling a deep steel blue with shimmering flecks of amber in the warm, low light given off by the bedside lamp. His silvery stubble and chin and kiss swollen lips are shiny and slick with you. With the arousal he has pulled from you. 

He is unfairly attractive. Unfairly hot and unfairly sexy and maybe even a little unfairly slutty in this moment in the best sense. Unfairly handsome.

Unfairly beautiful.

Unfairly beautiful in a way that makes your heart ache for him, a yearning etched so deeply into your bones you know it'll never go away, a warmth spreading through your mind and body and soul that you know is the beginning of your love for him and his for you.

You've thought about and dreamed of everything that's happened this weekend, all the revelations and touches and the tension snapping. You still can't believe this is happening, any of it. Can’t believe you and Jack are finally having sex. Can't believe Jack Abbot wants you, all of you, in every way the word could possibly mean, wants you to be his partner and wants to be your partner and call you his and be called yours.

"You okay?" It’s all gravel, said with so much reverence and truly concerned care for you and your well-being physically and emotionally. You've never felt this cared for and about, never felt this treasured or wanted or safe or truly relaxed. How Jack manages to make such a hot moment feel so breathtakingly romantic you already know you'll never understand.

You swallow and lick your lips as you take in the moment. You can't believe this is happening. Your attending, your sweet and intelligent and hot as all fuck attending Dr. Jack fucking Abbot has his face eight inches from your cunt where it’s been buried for at least the last twenty minutes you swear to christ.

"Oh, I’m so much more than okay, Dr. Abbot," you nod slowly, chest heaving and fingers and toes still curled into the sheets from how fucking good he's making you feel. "Just taking in the moment."

He gives you a little smirk and raises his eyebrows at you. "Jack."

You laugh all breathy, like he’s eaten you out of your mind, and he has, or at least you thought he had, but apparently not because he wants to fuck you with his tongue and god only knows what that’s going to feel like. And now you’re glitching about how he’s going to make you come on his tongue. 

He quirks his lips to the side with an amused smile in that way he does and you actually almost jump up and step outside onto the balcony to fucking scream about it and how fucking infuriatingly hot he looks when he does. 

"What’re you thinking about to slip back to Dr. Abbot?" Jack leans his head to the side so it rests against your inner thigh and nuzzles the side of his face there for a second before pulling away to give you a soft kiss there, just at the very edge of one of your scars, scars he spent at least ten minutes kissing and loving on before he even turned his face in the direction of your cunt. “It’s been Jack all weekend.”

"I, I’m thinking…" Your ability to think and string words together goes again for a few seconds when Jack kisses just above your clit with his eyes locked on yours. "I'm thinking about how my attending Dr. Abbot, how Jack Abbot, is going down on me and wants to fuck me and wants to make me come on his tongue."

Jack hums with a crooked smile. "And wants to be with you." A kiss to your inner thigh so close and yet so far from where you're desperate for him to return. "Wants to date you." He presses that same kiss to your other thigh and lingers for a second before pulling away and finding your eyes again. "Wants you to be his and only his," he admits earnestly, the words soft and vulnerable and hopeful.

"I want all that too, Jack." You smile at him, reassuring and gorgeous and adoring and so much more than he knows he'll ever deserve. You smile at him like you're his. Because you are. 

He can’t believe it. That you want him. But you do and he’ll never take it for granted.

"Good," he murmurs.

Jack lowers his mouth back to your pussy and sucks your clit into his mouth, eats you out languidly for a moment just because he can, a little expression of his desire and devotion. "Jack, fuck, Baby, fuck!" you keen for him, watching him the entire time and basking in every little groan of pleasure he makes for you as he draws figure eights around your cunt and flicks the tip of his tongue over your clit. "I keep waiting to wake up. It's too good, you're too good and you haven’t even fucked me for the first time yet."

He groans against you again, the vibrations making you shiver. Jack laps at you cunt to clit a few times to enjoy the arousal he just pulled from you and then looks up at you with an impish smirk. He pushes his lips out in consideration and bobs his head to the side just slightly for a second before leaning his head back in and biting your inner thigh just hard enough like you’d talked about enjoying earlier, and sucks the outline of his teeth into your skin, gives you a little nip when he pulls away. It’s not a pinch but the same concept. 

"Fuck Jack," you whine for him, pleasure searing through you.

"I keep waiting to wake up too, but I know this can't be a dream," he shakes his head gently and licks his lips with a soft groan from his chest. "You taste better than I ever could've hoped to imagine." He clicks his tongue behind his teeth and drops his eyes again. "And you're so fucking reactive for me," Jack murmurs lowly, staring at your cunt as he teases you, one finger lightly circling your entrance but never attempting to slide in.

"I didn't know it could feel this good," you pant, sliding your hands into silky, silver curls that still have a hint of auburn to them in some spots.

"You haven't seen anything yet, Sweetheart," Jack hums a laugh darkly, eyes flashing something so possessive and almost dangerous it steals your breath and has you clenching around nothing. "You've just needed a real man," he tells you simply, not quite mockingly or truly condescending, but like you've been so silly and had the answer in front of you this entire time and just didn't see it, his silly girl.

"Jack!" His words and the way he says them are so hot you moan his name loudly and tug on his curls, desperate to feel his tongue on you again.

"Not the little fucking wannabes who think they're hot shit and so good but lasted five minutes if they were lucky and never made you come." There's jealousy in his tone, the words almost snarled, very clearly not at you but at the fact that someone else got to have you, got to have his girl, and didn't even make you feel that good.

In the years he's known you Jack has inadvertently heard you discussing the men you were dating or sleeping with casually and how mediocre and disappointing the sex almost always was. Each time he could've walked away, he didn't need to stay where he was and eavesdrop, but he just couldn't help himself. More often than not he had to go home and fuck his fist to clear his frustration and jealousy, thinking of you and how good he'd treat you and how fucking good he'd make you feel every time and how badly he wanted you and to focus solely on you and making you come for him as many times as you possibly could one night.

"Yeah," you breathe. "Yeah, Jack, Baby. But I've got you now." You get even breathier and your tone raises in pitch when Jack gives back into his desire, diving into your cunt again like a man absolutely fucking starved and crazed with hunger. Your back arches and your hips roll and grind you against his face when he sucks at your clit and uses the tip of his tongue to make the perfect circles around it. "I'm yours now. Oh, fuck Jack! I'm yours, only yours Jack," you moan.

Your words make Jack go at you harder, even more frenzied and more determined to make you feel so good your mind clears of all the worries and insecurities and overthinking he knows you hold onto because you're his now. His.

"It's too good, Jack, you feel too good, make me feel too good," you whine, almost babbling as your mind starts to empty of anything other than him just how he wants. You tug at his curls, start to wiggle slightly, try to scoot your way up the bed and away from his mouth because it feels way the fuck too good and you don't want to come yet.

Before you can make any progress one of Jack's arms is across your hips and pinning them against the bed so you can't move. Jack sucks on your clit until it slips from his mouth as he pulls his head back. His eyes find yours, smoldering and deadly serious with the softest crinkle at the corners that only you could see, just enough to remind you he's still here and paying attention to you and will stop the second you say the word. He’s so fucking hot and has made this situation so hot you forget to take a breath back in.

"Don't even try to run away from me, Pretty Girl," Jack rasps at you.

Your jaw drops open a little at the dominance in his tone and a shiver of an ecstasy you've never felt before rips through your whole body. Jack notes it, a slow smirk pulling onto his features. You like this, like his soft dominance and guidance and him being in control.

You finally remember to breathe in a smooth gasp that's so hot Jack's cock throbs against the sheets. But it's nothing in comparison to what you say next as you hold his eye contact. "Yes, Sir."

Jack's jaw clenches, and you can almost hear his teeth grinding as he rolls his jaw. "Good," he praises you lowly, your breath catching in your throat at it. "Now, you never answered my question. You said you didn’t want me to fuck you with my fingers because you want the full stretch of my cock,” he groans and rolls his hips against the sheet instinctively, without a conscious thought, his cock in need of some friction and relief if it can't have the slick heat of your cunt yet.

“But can I fuck you with my tongue?”

Yeah, I don't know lol. 😂 I still want to do the series maybe one day? Would there be interest in a fake-dating family reunion AU? In any event, I hope it was okay and you enjoyed! Thank you for all of your support and for reading, I truly appreciate it and you! ♥️

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