Jack keeps grinding against me, his cock, hot and thick against my thigh and I just want him to keep going, to press and roll against me until he's coming, getting me all messy.

But then he speaks again, a nervousness in his voice that feels weirdly relaxing and my breath hitches as I nod up at him. It's hard to picture and I'm not honestly sure how good that'll feel for him, but if it's something Jack wants, I know I'm not going to say no.

"Okay," I breathe, sliding my hand up his side and then rolling over just as he's asked. There's something thrilling about it, something almost scary and vulnerable as I glance back over my shoulder at Jack. It's not easy to see his face from this position and I feel so, so weird as I prop myself up on my elbows. "This is okay?" I ask him, trying to ignore the waver in my voice.