#nicojack

it wasn't a thing.

it was just summer. just the lake house. born of the consequences of the heat and too many beers after a boat day.

it brewed between moments. luke was distracted by his old umich teammates visiting; the house was crowded enough to allow you to slip away unnoticed, loud enough to muffle any noise.

you drifted down the hall towards jack's room, heart pounding from the thrill. the door was cracked open.

he was there, leaned against the dresser. his linen shirt was unbuttoned enough to offer you a peek of his tanned chest, sleeves rolled up to his forearms. the way he looked at you made your chest tighten and your belly twirl, reminding you of the danger.

luke had been your best friend since your freshman year at michigan. you trusted him in a way that felt natural; the trust that came from late night study sessions, spring break road trips, and too many overpriced drinks at rick's.

it made this so much more complicated.

"finally," jack groans, pushing off the dresser. "thought you'd chicken out."

"you said two minutes," you shoot back with a scoff, feigning annoyance despite the grin growing on your face.

"it's been five."

jack doesn't waste a second. a hand slipping around your waist, tugging you close enough to find your lips, hungry and fast.

you gasp into the kiss, fingers tangling in the fabric of his white button up. his hand presses firm against the small of your back as he subtly grinds his hips against yours.

"gotta be quick," you murmur, head tilting back to offer him more surface area as he nips down your throat. "i told luke i'd-" you cut yourself off with a gasp as jack's hands squeeze the fat of your ass.

he pulls back with a cocky grin.

"told him you'd what?"

"fuck you, J," he lets out an oof as you shove him down to the mattress with a roll of your eyes. he lands back on his elbows, grinning smugly up at you.

"it'd be my pleasure."

his hands find the hem of your tank top, dragging it up and over your head. a choked noise escapes from the back of his throat as your bare tits bounce free, hands automatically coming up to pinch and squeeze at the mounds.

"walking around here without a bra? what happened to my sweet girl, huh?" jack mumbles, gloating in the noise he tears from your lips as he tugs your nipple, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger.

he tugs your shorts down, leaving you in only a pair of white cotton panties that are considerably wetter than they were before you walked into his room.

his hands drag you by your hips, settling you down in his lap, thighs spread on either side of his. he tugs his shorts down just enough to free his aching cock, letting it smack up against your bare inner thigh.

he tugs your panties to the side, sliding the head of his cock between your folds. his tip bumps your clit, drawing a moan from you that's a bit too loud for his comfort and he immediately swallows it with a messy, open-mouthed kiss.

he lifts you up just enough to position the tip of his cock at your entrance.

"c'mon, angel. ride it for me," he encourages, hands dragging up and down the smooth skin of your waist. you let out a little whine, sinking down on his cock and he groans at the feeling of your warm, wet heat enveloping him. the stretch of him is delicious, leaving a fluttery feeling in your tummy.