Jack's lips are on mine for another second, familiar and comforting, and I can't help but lean up to follow them as he pulls away. He shifts a little, moving lower, and my hips jolt when I feel his arm brush against my dick. It's just a bare touch, but it feels like a tease even if it's purely accidental.

But there's nothing at all accidental about the way he lowers his head to drag his tongue around my right nipple. Biting back a whine, I nod my head in answer before realizing he's not even looking. "God, yes," I manage, a punch of air as I slide one hand into his hair, the other still smoothing over the hard, smooth skin of his upper arm. "Please, Jack. Please, I want... oh my God, I just want so much. I want you to never ever stop touching me."