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She wasn't supposed to catch him.
Not really.
Samira really only had herself to blame for it, not that he would hide this sort of thing from her, but there's a delicious sort of secrecy to it.
To the way Jack sat, propped against the wall of their bedroom, laundry bin spilled across the floor—head tipped back, one hand holding a pair of her panties to his face, the other fisted around another pair he was using to jerk himself off with.
It stops her dead in her tracks and she has to catch herself from dropping her weekend bag and disturbing the picture in front of her—no, the painting, with the dim light and the shadows, something Baroque about the composition of this man, body bent in ecstasy to his revelry in her scent.
What a gift to return home to, having planned to surprise him by getting back from Jersey a day early, only for him to surprise her.
Really she shouldn't have been so shocked.
Samira thought that if Jack Abbot could sleep with his nose buried in her cunt he just might.
It had been a little strange at first, she'd felt a twinge of not shame per se but… perhaps bashfulness when Jack would gleefully eat her out post-shift and pre-shower.
Jack— She had flushed the first time, as her scrubs had been pulled down, one leg pulled up and over his shoulder, I just worked a double, in and out of August heat, I'm sweaty and gross…
He'd scoffed into her cunt, dared to look up at her with offense, So? So you smell more like yourself? Like the smell I can't get enough of?
And she didn't really remember the rest of that conversation very clearly because the man was voracious.
This was something else though. She couldn't help the voyeuristic glee she felt at this sight.
Her military trained, head on a swivel, paranoid boyfriend was so enraptured by the scent of her panties that he hadn't even heard her get home.
Samira watched as he groaned, his throat bobbing in a soft gasp as his hips hitched up. He wasn’t so much jerking himself off, she realized, more so fucking his fist. She dared take another step closer, glad she’d undone her boots by the door, socked feet silent as she stalked forward, noticing the sheen of wet between his fingers. Had he cum already? Was he pushing himself towards another? Filling the silky fabric of the dusky purple silk pair in his hand, picturing himself filling her?
A shudder from him caused her to jolt in place a little, his hand fisting the other pair, a mint green frilly lacy thing he’d eaten her out through last week, crushing them closer to his nose.
The drop of arousal in her belly feels blindingly hot.
As brilliant and beautiful as this scene is, she can’t help but interrupt it now.
“Miss me that much, baby?”
His eyes fly open, dark and hungry, his whole body tensing. She feels kinda bad. His face is flushed beautifully, curls unruly and sticking to the sweat on his forehead, he was so lost in it that she feels bad for causing it to shift to sudden tension.
That is until—
“Oh thank fuck—” He pants heavily, his voice hoarse and rumbly in a way that sends sharp arousal down her body as he tosses the green pair into oblivion, the real thing ready and willing in front of him “Get over here and put your pretty pussy on my face.”
She can’t help the eyeroll and the scoff it pulls from her, letting her bag drop to the floor as she approached him, shaking her head, “I leave you alone for four days—”
“An eternity—” His free hand offered up to her, she took it for balance as she pulled off her jeans, his other hand still fisted around his cock, still now.
“And I find you in my laundry like a dog getting into the garbage.”
He yanked her to him, she stumbled a little, one hand slapping up against the wall as he pressed wet kisses to the inside of her knee, her thighs, “Not garbage. Sweet, sweet smelling treasure.”
Samira hummed before a fond laugh escaped her, “It was kinda hot.”
“You’re kinda hot.” He shifted, sitting up straighter, nipping at a particularly sensitive squish of flesh on her inner thigh.
She shuddered, “Only kinda?”
“You’re right, I’m a dog, what's wrong with me?” His brows furrow, head shaking up at her.
“C’mon, old man…” She teased softly, pulling at his hand, “Get off the floor, I’ll lay down and you can dive in.”
He scoffed, seemingly offended at the implication that he wouldn’t just let her sit on his face there, but braced himself against the dresser with his other hand, helping himself up between that and her hand.
She’s about to make another snide comment about the panty sniffing when his hands, steady and calloused and big and perfect, settle on her waist, lifting her with a soft grunt and tossing her back onto the bed.
“Woah! Okay!” Samira laughed as she hit with a bounce but her mirth was seemingly misplaced, as she looked up at him and suddenly felt like prey being stalked, Jack’s eyes intense and hungry, his lips parted, tongue tipped out ever so slightly on his bottom lip as if he was a snake using it to scent the air for her.
Oh, this was serious now. This was about to become another Samira Orgasm Fest Until Jack Says It’s Done and she was already scrambling back on the bed to give him room to lie between her legs comfortably.
(He’d have protested that he’d be happy to kneel at lap at her at the edge of the bed, but they both know he’d bitch about his knee in the morning if they let that happen)
He takes his pants off, already having been around his knees, throwing them over to the mess of laundry strewn across their floor at the moment. He sets a knee on the edge of the bed, Samira can feel her heart beat in her clit at the sight of him, but stops him.
“Wait.”
He obeys, head tilting, brows raising, a hint of concern.
Being able to stop an animal in pursuit of his kill like that is a thrill in itself, the way he shifted from ready to pounce to soft and supplicant almost.
“Leg. Off.” She nodded down softly.
It’s Jack’s turn to roll his eyes.
Before he can protest, she takes one of their pillows and tosses it at him, “Now, Jack, so you can enjoy your meal without having to worry about it after.” She can’t help the snicker.
He narrowed his eyes on her, but lowered himself to work his prosthetic off, eyes never leaving hers and she got the feeling she’d be paying for both giving orders and the pillow toss.
She was exactly where she wanted to be.
It was a good thing she was too, the moment that leg came off he crawled over her, face shoved between her legs, not bothering to peel the simple cotton panties she wore now off. Instead he set a hand on either leg, spreading her apart for him. She could feel the fabric sticking to the dewy wetness of her cunt and knew that’s what his eyes were fixated on before flicking up to hers with a smirk.
“Already? For me?” He didn’t wait for her to react before pressing his nose against the fabric and inhaling, slow and deep. The groan he lets out vibrated against her cunt pleasingly, “Fuck, Mira…”
There’s a hint of a whine to the way he says her name that makes her whimper.
His fingers dig into her thighs and he’s nosing against her clit then, breathing hard and hot against her cunt.
“Jack…” Samira let out a needy pant.
“Shhhh…” He pressed a kiss to her clothed clit, “ ‘M enjoying my meal. Like you said.”
God, she felt too hot suddenly, laying back to unzip her hoodie and toss it off, quickly peeling off her tank top after, leaving her in the bralette she’d thrown on for the day. He didn’t seem to mind the movement, still nuzzling between her legs at the increasingly wetter fabric.
“Missed you, baby…” He pressed another kiss to her clit, his mouth staying open against her panties, eyes up on her, “So much. Did this every night with your clothes…”
“Yeah I can tell.” She hummed softly, leaning up on her elbows to look down at him.
The bit of sass earns her his teeth pinching down on her clit gently, the pressure enough to cause her to jolt with a little whine.
He’s smirking against her, even if she couldn’t feel it, she could see it in the mischief in his eyes.
“Next time…I’ll have to leave you something better. On purpose. Maybe wear a pair for longer…” She panted softly.
He groaned, but shook his head, his voice coming out gruff and rumbly, “No next time, never leaving me again.”
Samira huffed a soft laugh, “Okay, baby.”
“Mean it.” Jack practically growled, tongue pressing flat against her, hot and sure against arousal slick fabric.
“Never leaving again…” Samira nodded fervently, a hand moving to slip into his hair, blunt nails scraping against his scalp.
She took particular pleasure in the way his eyes rolled up and the sensation.
That must have been the right move because before she can really process it, his hands are reaching to her hip and tearing the fabric to get it out of the way, peeling her underwear off to the side.
“Jack!” She gasped in disbelief hand pulling back from his hair.
His brows are furrowed, eyes focused on her cunt as he calmly replied, “I’ll buy you more, these are mine now.”
Then he tore the strip of fabric keeping them secured to her other leg, bunching them up and tossing them in the direction of his bag.
She followed the path they took then looked back at him with a brow raised.
He looked up from her now bare pussy, hands shifting under her ass, giving her a little shrug, “Taking ‘em on shift with me in two hours.”
“No you’re not—” Samira huffed incredulously.
“Try and stop me.” He gave her one of her favorite of his smiles, a lopsided, one dimpled little twitch of a thing.
There was little argument to be had as with a hand on each cheek he scooped her toward his mouth, groaning as his tongue dipped into her, nose against her clit.
He laps at her like he's starved for it, like every swipe of his tongue will actually convince her to never leave him without his access to this for as long ever again. He groaned and grunted and huffed into her as he feasted on her, the sounds of his delight in this alone would be enough to cause the twitch of her clit against his lips.
“So sweet, Mira…” He moaned, nuzzling his nose across her slick clit, “Fuck, baby, so fucking good for me.”
Her hand is back in his hair, this time fisting into curls, the tug she gave him insistent.
His tongue swiped from her cunt to her clit, lifting to look up at her, face shining with her, “You wanna cum, baby?”
“Mhmm…” She nodded down at him, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip.
“Okay, baby, I got you, baby…” He turned to sink his teeth into her thigh, getting the yelp he’d wanted from her before his lips sealed against her clit, hard and direct compared to the flicking and lapping he’d been doing up until that point.
“Jack!” Samira gasped, she couldn’t help but fight the sudden intensity he was meeting her with.
To his credit he groaned against her but held fast, not letting her get away from him, unyielding in his sucking on the bundle of nerves.
Her hand in his hair pulled him hard against her as she felt the band of pleasure snap, her body arching up as she came hard and sudden, making a choked sound that's almost his name.
He doesn’t let up as it crests, one of his hands shifting to the outside of her thigh, running up and down it tenderly, soothing her through the orgasm.
Her body twitched under him, beginning to relax, the sensitivity of it starting to ache.
As she suspected though, he wasn’t planning on letting her walk away with just the one, his eyes boring up into hers as he unlatched from her clit but his tongue began flicking, fast and eager against it, dipping low to catch the moisture of her cum every couple of swipes.
She indulged, huffing, giving him a little whine, all part of their game, as if she had any intention of truly pushing him away.
“Not done…” He rumbled, panting against her.
Her hips twitched at the continued stimulation but she behaved, letting him lick and poke with his tongue, moaning against her.
“Taste so good. Smell so good, baby…” He paused to nuzzle into her thigh, the scrape of his stubble a pleasing sensation that had her shivering, “Could never get enough…”
The slide of two fingers into her, thick and familiar to her body, brings her into sharper awareness. He pumped into her a few times, the noises her body made truly pornographic, the wet squelch of her as he drew them out and tipped his head back to suck them into his mouth.
“Fuck…Fuck me, Jack…” Samira swallowed, struggling to catch her breath as his fingers delved back into her.
“You want me to fuck you, baby?” He rasped, pressing a kiss to her swollen clit, “You want my cock, that it?”
She nodded, finding her voice in order to give him what he typically asked for here, asking nicely, “Please, Jack…”
“Well…” He turned to press a kiss to her thigh, on top of the bite he’d taken earlier, “That’s too bad, baby,” he pressed another to her other thigh, “I’m content here…”
Then he’s back at her cunt, eyes up on hers because even in this he wouldn’t give up the staring problem he’s always had when it came to her.
She gives him a pout.
The lines by his eyes crinkle in amusement and she can tell they’re both thinking the same thing about one another in that moment.
God, you’re adorable.
He starts to feel less adorable as he curls his fingers inside her, pressing into the plush walls of her in search for the soft squish of nerves she knows he’s after. He finds it with the precision of a doctor intimately familiar with her anatomy, wasting no time to abuse that pleasure point as he began to suck at her clit again.
This man was going to kill her.
His eyes continued to watch her as she began to squirm, overwhelmed with sensation once again, her hands moving to his shoulders.
It only caused him to pull back briefly to shake his head at her, “No, no, don’t fight it, Mira, come on…” before his lips curled around her clit again, a hum that he let out vibrating against the flesh deliciously.
She fought it only for another few moments before easing her hands away from his shoulders, sliding them up her body to cup her breasts, willing herself to relax, to let him ease her into another orgasm which she could feel fast approaching.
He hummed against her at her compliance, digits pressing more firmly, the tip of his tongue wiggling against her clit between his lips.
Her breath catches as she feels the itch of the ‘too much’ truly hit, hips bucking, overaware then of the sweat pooling at the nape of her neck, the the sticky viscosity of her arousal sliding down her cunt into her ass crack, onto the bedding. He must feel her heartbeat pick up either in his mouth at her clit or under his hand on her femoral because he sucks harder then, moaning, willing her toward the precipice.
It catches her off guard, gasping as the pleasure ramped up suddenly and swiftly, her cunt fluttering around his fingers as another orgasm swept down her body, Jack releasing her clit but continuing to fuck his fingers into her, his tongue dipping down to taste all the slick that he pumped out of her for himself.
He’s breathing hard now, she can tell he’s grinding his hips into the bed as he tasted her, even as her right ear began to ring and her thighs shook through his continued movements.
Samira really was all the more sensitive now though, legs jerking with each pump of his fingers, hips bucking in an effort to pull away and reduce some of the stimulation.
“One more…” He groaned, “Fuck, you can give me one more, baby, come on.”
She shook her head, “Too much…”
“Nah…” He nudged her clit with his nose, “You can handle it, I know you can, c’mon Dr. Mohan.”
Oof.
The Attending Voice was a low blow.
“Oh…Okay…” She found herself agreeing.
Her body protested though, her clit achey, her hips were starting to cramp a little, she bent her knees, setting her feet on his back and she was vaguely aware that she still had her socks on.
“Oh, look at you…” He cooed, another kiss to her clit, “Such a good girl, Samira.”
God, he was pulling out all the stops, she couldn’t help the way her pussy clenched down at the words.
“Again—” She gasped, blinking hard, she could feel tears stinging in her eyes, “Again, please, Jack.”
“Good girl, baby, let me have my way with you…” He shifted them a bit, his free hand spreading across her belly, thumb hanging down to rub at her clit, “Very good girl, that's it…”
Samira couldn’t help the surge of pride at the praise, nodding insistently because, yes, that was her, she was his good girl and she could keep cumming if that's what he wanted. How could she not? She’d come home to the man all but humping her laundry.
“Love you…” She mumbled, her hand reaching down to caress his face.
He turned to press a kiss to her palm.
“Fuck, you’re going to be the death of me…” He hummed, “Love you too, baby. Come on.”
He bumped her hand with his head, before bowing back down to get his tongue involved in the mix of fingers and cum and twitching muscle.
It’s a bit more of a climb this time, that’s for certain, something they’re both aware of as he pushed his tongue in with his fingers, nose pressed right into her cunt where he wanted it. His thumb, rough and steadfast against her clit, a beautiful counter to the previous softness of his mouth and tongue, pulling soft hiccups of noise from Samira with every swipe of the calloused digit.
“Fuck, Mira…” His breath was so hot against her it burned, “So pretty baby, you can do it.”
It elicits a whimper from her, bottom lip quivering. She pet her hand through his hair, curls wet with perspiration and with her.
He adds a third finger and the tears in her eyes spill over, she can’t help the fucked out little noises she’s making as he drags his fingers in and out of her, tongue sometimes inside her, sometimes taking turns with his thumb at her clit.
It starts at the base of her spine, an electric sort of feeling that has her dizzy, that has the edges of the room darken further. She blinked fast, a choked sob leaving her as the itch of it began to heighten, her hips moving with his fingers now, eager to get him his last orgasm like he asked.
“That’s it, Samira…” He sounds absolutely wrecked, hoarse, voice heavy with arousal, “So good for me, baby, you’re so brilliant, you can do anything…”
She tossed her head back, gasping, having trouble catching her breath as the static of it drew closer and closer, Jack mercilessly rubbing at her gspot, panting and huffing at her cunt, chasing it with her.
Her thighs box his head as she cums, her back arching, the hand not at him grabbing at the sheets haphazardly, clawing at them, drawing them to her like she was trying to climb into and through the orgasm. Her ears were ringing, vision blurred, she didn’t feel wholly in her body but she could feel Jack lapping at her with desperation, taking all that she gave him.
Its a little violent and rough but fuck if it doesn’t feel like freedom and peace of mind.
His fingers still in her, thumb no longer dancing on her clit, tongue still drooling against her.
She lets herself relax, even as her hips twitch as Jack’s continued pursuit to clean her of her spend. It hurts so nice.
Then Jack’s fingers start moving in her again and she lets out a sob.
“Jack…” She wept, it was too much and it hurt and…
They had a safeword, of course, there was the briefest pause in him where she knew he was waiting to hear it in case it had really been a bit much for her.
Word never came though so he went back at it.
“You said—” She choked out.
“Changed my mind.” He growled, fingers fucking into her with renewed vigor.
It was hurting, delightfully so, but her head was still pleasantly floaty from the last one, still in the ‘be good for Jack’ high.
“You with me, Mira?” He huffed, lips at her clit, swollen and throbbing, yet again.
She gasped, nodding, her ‘Mhm, mhm, mhm’ pitched higher than she’d intended.
Jack Abbot was a man who was near impossible to deter from a set action once he'd made the choice to do something, everyone who knew him knew this fact, so Samira really shouldn’t have been surprised to find that even with her squirming and crying, half unsure she’d be able to give him another so soon, Jack’s mouth and fingers and efforts began to build her up again.
“Fuck!” She groaned, her stomach tensing, her thighs shook with effort, her hips really were starting to cramp, but her body bent to his will, pressure coiling in the pit of her belly, tight and resolute.
She caught sight of him, eyes closed, whole head moving with the way he thrashed his tongue on her, in awe of the way Jack was drunk on her pussy.
The sight alone hikes her up another notch, “Jack, Jack, JackJackJack.”
She’s so close she can taste it, its awful and wonderful but its just out of reach.
Jack used the collected slick, all the moisture he’d harvested from her, and slipped his pinky finger into her ass and Samira fully whites out.
It's a moment before she's back in her body, Jack has crawled up on the bed beside her, pressing kisses to her face, tucking her hair behind her ear, cradling her face.
She blinked and the sound came back in—
“—So good, baby, all over me, look at me, fuck you're so gorgeous, Samira.”
Samira looked him over, seeing his shirt was drenched, looking down to see their bedding in a similar state.
“Oh. Fuck.” She doesn't even have time to be bashful about squirting before Jack was peppering her face with kisses, like he didn’t know what to do with himself, energetic and eager off of having gotten to eat her out when he’d thought the best he’d get was getting off with her panties.
“Wait…” Samira sat up, lightheaded and dizzy, “Did you get off?”
Jack gave her an incredulous laugh, brushing his hand through her hair, “Baby I came once before you got here and again during all of that, don't you worry.”
Samira can’t help the snicker it gets from her, head lolling over to rest on his shoulder, her body feeling pleasantly tingly.
“Missed you…” He whispered into her hair.
She hummed, nodding because that much had been evident.
“Sit tight.” He pressed a kiss to the crown of her head, untangling himself from her, scooping a cane he kept by the bed on the way up and making his way to the en suite where she could hear the sound of the sink and she knew he’d be coming out to clean her up properly in a minute.
Samira let her eyes fall shut, head back against the pillows as she did a little body scan, laughing at the realization she was in a bra and socks and nothing else.
Jack returned, warm wet towel pressed against her cunt, now being very careful to touch sparingly, cautious of the overworked flesh.
“…You really gonna take my panties in with you?” She opened her eyes, raising a brow.
“Yup.”
“Where are you even gonna keep them?”
“Pocket.”
“You’re insatiable.”
“You love me.”
She did.
She really fucking did.