"Okay," I breath with a quiet nod, glancing down between us again as I try to make sure my rhythm stays slow and that I twist up at the head again on every upstroke. Jack's hand settles on my forearm, a warm contact as he leans up, his lips parted right against mine.

It feels strangely intimate, this near kiss, almost more intimate than having my hand wrapped around his dick and I slide my tongue along his bottom lip before sucking on it gently, every quiet sound he makes sending warmth all down my spine. I swear I can feel him pulse in my grip and my own breath catches as I twist my hand upward again and brush my thumb over the head. He's leaking just a little and I spread the slick just a bit, my heart hammering as I let out another breath. "God, I want-- I wanna see you come, Jack. Wanna feel it."