Jack's huge hands slide down my sides, fingertips slipping under the waistband of my boxer-briefs and pulling. I can't get over how hard he is, how feels beneath me and, soon enough, I'm not lying over him at all. He rolls us easily, my back hitting the mattress and I feel all the air woosh out of my lungs as he hovers over me.

I can barely even breath, much less speak again, my eyes wide as I look from his face down to where his hands are slipping under my waistband again. Swallowing, I nod, my heart thudding triple-time beneath my ribs.

Intellectually, I know Jack has seen me naked already. I know he isn't gonna be surprised by anything that he finds. But I'm not sure he ever really looked, if even wanted to. He's never seen me hard and I've never been naked and hard in front of anyone before. What if he doesn't like it? What if... what if I'm somehow not what he's expecting and he changes his mind?

"No chirping," I somehow manage with as much of a teasing smile as I can manage, my hands shaking a little as I run them up over his arms again, curl over his shoulder.