Carefully, Jack slides his fingers out, a sensation that's somehow both intensely relieving and disappointing. I feel suddenly empty, muscles clenching around nothing, my legs dropping back to the mattress as Jack half sprawls against my side.

Before I can anything at all, his mouth is on mine, tongue slipping between my lips to share to the taste. It's become familiar now, this taste of my come on his tongue and I chase after it with a heady groan, mind and muscles slowly coming back online when I feel his length against my thigh. With a groan, I shift a little, pressing my leg between his, urging him to press tighter against me, to grind if he wants to as I drop a hand down to that magnificent ass of his.

"You can-- you can use me if I want," I tell him, smoothing my hand over the globe of one cheek. "Fuck against me. Or, uhm. I still really, really to suck you."