kaleidoscope eyes

A sound caught your ear from the bedroom. You sat up in the dark room, immediately noticing Jack wasn’t in bed next to you. He’d said he would make it to bed soon after you, that little twinkle in blue eyes. So smitten he was.

But you’d managed to fall asleep without him. Approaching midnight, it wasn’t quite right that he wasn’t tangled in the sheets with you. Tomorrow was your first Christmas together.

In the dim light of the living room, Jack was kneeling on the carpet in front of the Christmas tree. You bit your tongue, preferring to watch him in silence. He was arranging more presents—ones you hadn’t seen before, different wrapping paper and all. He must’ve had his own stash.

Jack meticulously stacked the gifts around one another, moving them until he found the perfect display. You crept towards him slowly and ran your hands through his curls.

Jack was startled. “Ooh, you scared me, baby.” He tilted his head back to look at you. “Told you no snoopin’.”

You twisted a curl around your pointer finger. “Also told me you’d come to bed soon.”

 Jack smiled, his face and eyes glowing from the lights on the tree. He grabbed your wrist and pulled you down to his level on the floor, then lured you into a deep kiss.

You snatched back. “Nice try, you can’t just kiss away an explanation," you teased.

Jack bit down on his bottom lip, his eyes widening as if that was a challenge. He kissed you harder this time, pressing his body to yours until you leaned all the way back to the floor. Jack didn’t waste a second climbing on top of you and gliding his tongue across yours.

He knew you couldn’t resist it—the way he could take charge and kiss you like that. You tugged at his shirt, feeling his shoulder blades move as his hand made laps around your body. Warm, large hands squeezing your waist and gripping your hips.

You hummed, blissfully.

“I was wrapping your presents, baby,” he finally said between kisses, his breaths heavy and needy. “Don’t you like ‘em?”

You gripped his face in your hands, staring deep into his eyes. “Yes, I can’t wait to see what’s inside. Probably did better than me on the gifts this year.”

Jack wasn’t easy to shop for. It wasn’t that he was picky, because Jack was so laid back that just about anything would be okay with him. But for the things he did like, he was particular. He liked what he liked and that was for good reason.

Jack kissed you again, nipping at your bottom lip. “Got my gift right here,” he said, then sat up between your legs. His gray sweatpants left very little to the imagination and Jack was already so turned on just from kissing you. Heat coursed through your body sending tingles down to your toes.

He pulled off your plaid pajama pants in one swipe, revealing your body. “The perfect gift,” he muttered under his breath. That’s how Jack was, it was like he saw you above all else.

His warm lips met your inner thighs first, then moved to your core. Gentle kisses, the same way he liked to kiss you in the morning. Titling your head back, you let your eyes fall closed as Jack’s kisses turn to licks. His fluttering tongue graced your clit, teasingly at first. Then, his lips were soon to follow.

He had a way of finding the perfect sync to rock your body. It wasn’t always like that. Jack took his time learning your body, taking in your cues. And it was fun to practice, to show him exactly what you liked and how you liked it. Jack was eager to learn what made you, you.

“Ohhh, Jack,” you hummed. “Yesss.”

He kept his rhythm groaning while he worked so hard to please you. Your stomach knotted, that deep pleasure building higher and higher. Jack’s fingers sliding inside of you was enough to get you panting with pleasure.

Jack groaned louder as he chased your orgasm, so determined to draw it out of you if it was the last thing he did.

That hunger was so Jack.

That’s how you knew it was real with him.

He was a man who only chased after what he truly wanted with that level of hunger.

Your eyes flickered open, only for everything to turn hazy. You gripped his head while his own moans vibrated against you, sending your entire body into a series of flexes.

“Oh my god,” you hissed, wincing while your whole body turned hot with pleasure.

Jack kept going, moving you through your peak and refusing to let up too soon. His grunts were so sexy, so primal and strong. The sounds alone could be a soundtrack to make you come.

“Fuck,” you whispered, and let yourself relax. Each muscle buzzed like a live wire was connected to your body.

Jack eased back from you, his face slick and hair extra tangled from how you’d unknowingly tugged at it. “Mmmm, drivin’ me crazy,” he whispered and wiped his mouth off with the back of his hand.

He’d been on his stomach as he devoured you, but as he moved to his knees, you noticed it.

You weren’t the only one who finished in front of the Christmas tree.

“Jack,” you giggled, eyes darting from the spot on his sweats and up to his face.

His eyes darted around the room and he ran a hand through his hair. The reach made his t-shirt rise up and exposed his lower stomach. “I wasn’t lyin’! Driving me crazy.”

You’d never been with a guy who could come from going down on you before. But something about that drove you wild, kickstarting a new hunger in you.

You crossed your legs as you sat up, still running your eyes all over his body. You couldn’t help but giggle and want to kiss him again and again.

“Your sounds and body, fuck, it just gets me going, Y/N,” he said as he glanced down at the front of his sweatpants.

You shook your head. “Sneakin’ around while you wrap more presents and play Santa Claus. Then you do all that.”

In reality, you were still grappling with how you’d gotten so lucky to have Jack.

He shrugged and passed you the pajama bottoms that he had thrown aside earlier. Hand in hand, you both stood and Jack kissed you on the nose. He wrapped his arms around your shoulders and you buried your face into his neck. His signature scent of his cologne from earlier in the day clung to his neck. It smelled like home.

“It’s Christmas,” he said.