You Leave Me With a Dangerous Taste

Alex and I did make up the next day. It was difficult for me to just get over what happened, but I felt like I needed to cut him some slack. I was the entire reason why he was acting so uncontrollably stupid in the first place. But, when he suggested make-up sex, I had to decline. I had to put some distance between us if Rian actually had been right. But I had to do so without Alex knowing I knew.

He was more than confused that I pushed him away so often. I only gave in a few times when he was too enticing. Our escapades that used to happen multiple times a day went down to a few times a week, if even that. It just put Alex on edge. He knew something was wrong and his comments showed he blamed it on Jack.

But Jack and I hadn’t even retried since the first time we did. He hadn’t put out and I was trying to figure out the whole situation with Alex. I knew I had to end it, but at the same time I couldn’t. Something about him still got me hooked and addicted.

I was washing the dishes in my own house after having dinner with Jack. Feeling more than guilty about what I was doing, I offered to do both the washing and the drying. Jack sneaked up behind me and wrapped his arms around me like he used to do quite frequently.

“Hey, Paisley?” he murmured against my skin before giving me a usual ‘playful’ peck on the back of my neck. “I’ve been thinking…”

“About what?” I asked, pulling out the last wet plate from the sink.

“Ya know… stuff…” he whispered, nuzzling his nose against me.

“What stuff?” I pushed further, putting down the now dry plate on the counter, not able to put it away with Jack hugging me so tightly.

I didn’t get an answer from him other than another butterfly kiss pressed against my neck. Rolling my eyes, wondering why he was being so secretive, I turned around in his embrace and looked up at him. He was smiling down at me lovingly and gently pressed his lips against mine. Naturally, I started kissing him back and slid my right hand up to rest against the side of his neck as support.

Still, I did not know what he had been thinking about. That was until I felt him dare take a step further and deepen our kiss. If this had been Alex, now would be the time I would already turn him down, but this was Jack. Instead, butterflies found their way into my chest. I pulled him down to be closer to me, loving this new found confidence he had.

“Where have you learned these moves?” I gasped when my back hit the counter and Jack broke away to put all of his attention on my neck again, making the kisses sensual.

“What moves?” He broke away abruptly, looking at me in shock. “I have moves?”

I nodded at him, biting my lip and hinting at him to continue whatever he was doing. But I only got a devilish grin out of him and excited eyes. “Awesome! I never thought I’d be good at this, especially being the one initiating it--”

“Shut up and keep discovering what moves you have in you,” I urged and pulled him back to continue his neck kisses.

He did comply for a while, letting me enjoy the feeling of his soft lips and breath right underneath my ear, but he eventually went his own way and decided to kiss me again. This time, he went even further and decided to slip his tongue into it as well. It wasn’t like he had never done that before, but this was way hotter than usual. It almost seemed like I had to be the one that was afraid he was cheating with how well this was going, but the hidden innocence behind it all told me otherwise.

“Wait, wait, wait,” I mumbled into the kiss, pulling apart and taking a look at him from afar. “Are you sure you want to do this?”

“I’ve never been more sure about anything else,” he replied while out of breath, confirming he hadn’t gotten the hang of breathing properly yet. “Well, maybe I’ve been more sure about marrying you. So, that’s in first place. This would have to be second.”

“Okay, okay,” I nodded, acting as if I was taking in what he had said, “that’s good. I’m really turned on right now, so…”

“Me too,” Jack agreed, his wild eyes proving it all.

He hastily started kissing me again now that both of our intentions had been confirmed. There really wasn’t anything holding us back unless nerves got in the way again. But something told me I didn’t need to worry about that.

However, as quickly as Jack came on to me, he also broke away again. “So, now would be the part where I carry you to the bedroom. Or that’s what happens in the movies… I don’t know if it’s done in real life. I mean, they must have gotten the idea from somewhere, right? Anyway, we’ll fall over if I try that.”

“Well, then just guide me to the bedroom,” I suggested with a giggle. “Unless you want me to try and pick you up. That would probably end up even worse.”

Doing this with Jack was so different to doing it with Alex. With Alex everything was like it had already been planned out. It was just so--for the lack of a better word--heavy. The sexual tone dripped off every word, the touching played out like in a movie. With Jack… it was the opposite. His excitement yet nervousness to try something new prevented the smooth flow of things, but it made it so fun at the same time. This wasn’t just sex, this was with somebody I was able to laugh about everything with. If one of us made a mistake, it wouldn’t be awkward, we’d only burst out in laughter.

Once we entered the bedroom, we both took our shirts off before starting our kiss again. I let my hands drop for their usual position on the end of Jack’s jaw, halfway between his cheeks and the side of his neck, and trailed my fingers down his chest. He was a lot smoother and less broad than Alex, my fingers glided easily over his skin.

When I finally hit the cold metal of his belt, I started to unbuckle it. Having had my experience, I did it without nearly causing him to fall over as I tugged. I did it so discreetly he didn’t even notice what I had done until I unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans.

Feeling like he was behind, Jack hands quickly shifted to the clasp of my bra. He pulled on it for a while, keeping his hopes up. After some time, however, he was so focused on it that he got distracted away from our kiss and turned his head to the right with his eyes open as if he would be able to see what he was doing.

I chuckled softly and moved my own arms behind me. “Let me help you.”

He nodded, slowly dropping his hands down so I could do what I was used to doing every day.

I shook my head, though. Before unclasping the secret he had gotten peeks of a few times now, I directed him back to the band. “I said I was going to help you, not do it for you.” I moved him into place and pinched his hands together as soon as I assumed they were as much into position as I could achieve. After two tries, it finally unclasped.

“Okay, I would have never figured that out by myself,” Jack told me, amazed by the strange maneuver needed for such a small thing. “But to be fair, you’ve been doing that for years, you had your time to perfect it.”

I rolled my eyes and pulled the straps off my arms, dropping the garment so it could join our shirts. Once again, Jack stared at me--one specific part of me--in awe, his mouth gently open and eyes fixated. Letting him have his moment, I unbuttoned my own jeans before pulling them off. Jack didn’t even seem fazed by the temporary obstruction that disrupted his view.

“Well…” I spoke, getting his eyes to snap up to my face, “are you going to take your jeans off or what?”

“I’m sorry,” Jack blushed lightly, scrambling to remove his clothing, managing to do so very clumsily. As soon as they were off, though, his blush had disappeared. “It’s just… It’s just… I love boobs so much.”

“Oh my god, Jack,” I gasped as he gaped at my breasts again. At first, I was taken aback by his blunt statement, but then I couldn’t help but think it was adorable. He was so in trance. “Wanna touch them?”

He nodded slowly as if hypnotized before softly and slowly putting his hands where he wanted them all along. However, as soon as the contact was there, I decided to make everything move forward by pulling Jack down so I could kiss him again. If it was up to Jack, we’d just be standing there while he was paralyzed with amazement.

“I hate to break this off again,” I finally spoke up, the tingling inside me becoming unbearable, “but I’d appreciate it if we could move this to the bed, as much as I like just standing here.”

“Oh, yeah, umm…” his eyes flickered from the bed, to my face, down to his hands on my breasts, and back to the bed.

I sighed, resisting to roll my eyes at him again. “You can touch them when we’re on the bed as well.”

“Okay,” he chirped with a bright smile and slowly removed his caress.

I climbed onto the bed myself, knowing that I wasn’t going to get a thrilling push from Jack that would make me fall back until my back hit the mattress. He would be too afraid to hurt me and give me whiplash. But it just meant I could get into position straight away, not having to worry about shuffling up later.

As soon as my head was on the pillow, Jack joined me on the bed and put his legs on either side of me. As if he had missed them for years, his hands were cupping my breasts again, but this time he did lean down to kiss me. It would have been more than awkward if I would have started overthinking it. We were barely doing anything other than kissing and Jack’s hands were just limply placed on my breasts as if that would make me feel good. But, strangely enough, it wasn’t like that at all.

I knew Jack was ready when his hands slipped down and trailed over my sides instead. He broke off our deep kiss and went for my neck again, by now having figured out that I loved it when he did that. Honestly, he could have just done that for an entire day, and I would have been happy.

So, I slowly started to slip his boxers off, testing the waters by moving less than an inch at a time. He was more than comfortable enough not to snap away from me out of shock. However, when I dared to move further, he stopped his tingling kisses. I almost thought that that was it, that we were going to have to stop there again.

But I just got a giggle vibrating against my skin. “Your hands are cold!”

“Do it yourself then,” I teased back, raising my hands up to show I wasn’t touching him anymore.

“O-okay,” he gulped and pushed himself up.

He tried keeping his balance and pulling down his boxers at the same time. It seemed like quite a difficult task staying on the bed, balancing with only one arm since the other was needed to remove his underwear. Still, after a couple of tugs and kicks, he managed to get them to the floor.

Let me put it in one simple way. It was less shocking to see him this way since I had already seen him in a very intimate position and my initial shock had been directed towards another person. Still, though, I couldn’t help but be impressed, no matter how different it may have been.

After positioning himself over me again, he carefully hooked his fingers into the waistband of my panties. Before doing anything else, he looked up at me with questioning eyes. I gave him a small reassuring nod before he removed them as well, slow enough so to it in one motion, but fast enough to lose much sensuality behind it.

“So, umm…” Jack’s eyes traveled around my body. His excited yet smooth exterior was now replaced with nerves and a racing heart, “I don’t know how to do anything beyond this point…”

“Don’t you think it will just go intuitively like everything else?” I asked him, both trying to calm him and remarking how I never had to think about any of this when I had been with Alex.

“D-do you think so?” he replied, still sat up on his knees. “What if I do do something wrong?”

“I mean… if you want, you can try to position yourself how you think it should go, and I’ll tell you if and how to adjust,” I suggested, understanding that he had no idea where my exact anatomy was.

He nodded his head in quick small motions, resting on his elbows, one on either side of my head. Attentively, he shuffled his legs and angled his torso a little to get into, what he believed to be, the correct comfortable position to be in. “So, umm, something like this?”

I could feel him at my entrance, but not quite there yet. Unsure of how Alex always did it, I decided to try and do it as accurately as possible. I didn’t know if he just always managed to get it right every time, or if precision didn’t matter as much, but I didn’t want to risk it. “A little lower…” I told him, trying to guess exactly where he was, but Jack barely moved. “No, a bit more,” I repeated, feeling him make a slightly bigger movement, but still nothing compared to what I meant. “You’re not even moving, still more.” Now, overestimating what I meant, he moved down quite a lot, making me suck in a deep breath. “Oh, no, no, no. That’s too far down. Too far, too far, Jack!” Out of shock, he moved upward a little again. “Yes, there. Right there.”

“There?” He double checked, freezing all his limbs.

“Yep, that’s it,” I confirmed, my heartbeat speeding up and not just from the little scare. I suddenly realized that this really was going to happen. Maybe I wasn’t going to be losing my virginity, but this was still a huge deal.

“There, okay… got it…”

Yet he stayed still, not daring to move an inch.

“Are we really doing this?” I whispered, causing our eyes to make contact for the first time in a while.

“I-- I-- I guess so… I mean, I want to, but I get it if you don’t want to anymore. I chickened out last time, if you’re too nervous this time, it’s okay,” he assured me, looking down at me, his love not only pouring from his words but also his eyes.

Yes, I was a little nervous, but that was okay. The only reason I felt those nerves was because Jack and I were actually going to go through with breaking a promise we had made years ago. This was going to be different to anything I knew. But, yes, I loved Jack. I was ready for this.

“No, I’m fine, just go for it,” I answered, knowing that he hadn’t just said his words to get me to stop it this time acting as if I didn’t want to only because he actually didn’t want to. We were both all for it.

“Okay, just tell me if I hurt you.”

He gradually started pushing in at a pace I had never experienced before. It was a little too slow for my liking, but it was just because Jack was concerned. I, however, just let my eyes slip closed and let out a shaky breath.

“I’m hurting you, aren’t I?” Jack panicked, taking my signals the wrong way. “Shit, fuck. I should stop, shouldn't I? Fuck.”

“No, Jack, it doesn’t hurt, keep going,” I urged, not wanting to wait any longer.

“Please do tell me if it hurts,” he begged before starting again.

Once he was fully in, we were frozen in time for a split second. Not just because this was a significant event in our relationship, but because we both literally stopped moving. There wasn’t much I could do, but Jack sure did just stop.

“I’m going to start moving now, okay?” He asked, getting a nod and a small needy whimper out of me. I nearly wanted to scream at him to get it going already.

He moved back, almost pulling out too far before thrusting in again. The first few thrusts were very irregular and sloppy. However, as soon as he got the hang of it, he managed to maintain quite a nice pace. Nothing too bone-shaking, nothing too agonizing, just sweet.

Just as I started to really enjoy myself, something unexpected happened. Well, to me it was very unexpected since I was not used to it. Within no time, Jack was letting out a loud groan. I could feel him come inside me as he rode out his high. I just laid there, my eyes wide, as he eventually let himself collapse onto me.

A minute of silence later, Jack grumbled, “I’m sorry.”

“Sorry for what?” I asked as if I didn’t know better, trying to hide how shaken up I was.

“I usually last way longer when I’m by myself,” he explained, his face flushed with embarrassment. “Is there anything I can do to make it up with you?”

I had to admit, I was disappointed at first, but the way Jack felt bad about it made me automatically forget all about it. So, I shrugged, not making any of my original feelings known. “Most women don’t orgasm with just… penetrative… sex…”

“Really?” he looked up at me through his eyelashes, unsure if I was just trying to make him feel better about himself.

“Yeah, I can even do it without anything else by myself.” Sure, I wasn’t by myself, but Alex had to find out the hard way that no matter what move he decided to use, it just wouldn’t cut it out for me. Either we needed some extensive foreplay or a lot of hand action during the larger action.

“Well, then, what’s the ‘anything else’ I can do to help you?”

I breathed out lightly, holding back a chuckle. “I think this was more than good enough for today. Let’s keep that for another day, shall we?”

“Are you sure?” Jack was still very apologetic.

Although it had been very anti-climatic, in two ways for me, I still nodded.

Did I expect to get an orgasm with Jack soon? No. But did I enjoy everything I did with Jack? Yes, very much so. And that was all that mattered.