Exit Wounds
by London Lampy
Chapter 6
I don't want Jack to have to pay for the hotel because it's not his fault he has to stay in one, and he doesn't want me to pay for the hotel because, well, because he's Jack so we end up agreeing to split the bill. It's not the most expensive hotel in the city, but it's no flop house either and we end up with a room that has a pretty nice view of the river. Almost as soon as we're through the door Jack picks me up, carries me to the bed and drops me on it. Normally I hate being picked up, but I'm not going to complain at Jack for doing it, at least not tonight anyway. He unlaces his boots, giving me a chance to get my own off then joins me, rolling me onto my back, pinning me down and kissing me hard. It occurs to me that unless he's being very hypocritical about the whole Topher situation he hasn't had sex for six weeks. I'm not going to be able to walk tomorrow.
I feel the weight of him on me. He's built so differently from Topher it's almost a shock to be with someone whose body engulfs mine again. I can taste his skin under my tongue and smell his Jack smell and I suddenly, desperately, want him. In all the worry about how to tell him about Topher I'd kind of forgotten how much I'd missed him, and how much I'd missed doing this with him. I push my body up to meet his, I want to feel his hardness against mine, and when I do he grinds into me, like he's trying to fuck me through my clothes. I very much want to be naked, and for Jack to be naked, and for Jack to be inside me. I need him, I need to know that at least this hasn't changed between us.
"Fuck me now," I say against his mouth. He lifts his head to look down at me. "Now," I repeat, his reply is a single nod. He understands.
He lifts his body off mine enough to undo my belt, I bat his bandaged hand away and do it myself, I'll be quicker. I pull my trousers off while he attempts to remove his own, he's slightly clumsy because he's doing it one handed, his weight being supported by the other arm. Using my feet I kick my trousers off the bed, then pull my shirt off as fast as I can. Jack has his trousers down to his knees and I pull his underwear down, making his large cock spring free then fold my hand around its length. It gets me every time, just how damn big it is, he always say that it simply fits with the rest of him, and I suppose he's right, but there can't be many men hung like Jack. He struggles out of his clothes without me letting go of him then rummages in one of the many pockets of his discarded uniform trousers for something, something that turns out to be a tin of lube, an item Jack never seems to be without. He opens it and slicks some onto his fingers, then goes to reach between my legs.
"Don't," I tell him.
"I thought you wanted..." he looks puzzled.
"Just put some on your cock and put it into me." To make my point I wrap my legs and tail around him and curl my body until my ass is against his erection.
"That's going to hurt you," he protests.
"Jack, I don't care, just put it in," I say in frustration.
He doesn't question me again, I think he's as desperate as I am. He also doesn't go slowly, he breaches me in one movement then keeps going and I almost regret telling him to do it this way, I feel like I'm being split in two.
"Breath," he says once he's all the way in, and I realise that I've been holding my breath since he penetrated me. I let out a long ragged pant and try to relax my internal muscles.
"You asked for it," Jack says.
"Mmm," I nod, biting my lip, the pain starting to ebb away a little.
He reaches a hand down between us and touches my cock, I've softened but his touch soon changes that. I feel the calloused skin of his fingers and the unfamiliar texture of the bandage against me, giving me extra friction. It feels good, especially over the most sensitive parts of the head.
"You can move now," I tell him, my body having just about stretched to accommodate him. He doesn't start slow, he fucks me hard, and it's exactly what I want. I want Jack, hard and fast, coming inside me, making me come.
"Been thinking about doing this all the way here," he pants as he thrusts into me. "How much I wanted your hot, tight ass."
"Do I feel good?"
"Fuck yeah." He pushes deep inside, making my whole body ache with pleasure.
"There," I groan, he does it again. "Gods Jack, you're going to make me spunk."
"Good," comes the growled reply.
Getting fucked by Jack isn't quite like being fucked by anyone else, of course his size makes him different, but it's more than that. He has a kind of intensity about him, it's sort of like the world could be ending and fire could be raining down from the sky and he wouldn't care, he wouldn't stop, and I wouldn't want him to. The tension between my legs is building to an unbearable level, he's rubbing me in time with his thrusts and I can hear myself making a lot of noise, then I hear myself telling Jack that I love him, then I come. I loose myself entirely in the moment, my orgasm takes over so that when I'm finally done after what feels like a very long time I'm panting, dizzy and boneless.
Sometime during the several hours I was coming for Jack came too, and as I'm trying to get my breathing back under control he pulls out of me with a wet sound and rolls onto his back, bringing me with him. Ignoring the damp stickiness now sandwiched between us I rest my cheek on his shoulder and throw my arm across his chest. I can hear his heart pounding against his ribs.
"Six fucking weeks," he laughs. "Six weeks of no fucking is far too long."
"Mmm," I agree, stroking his chest. Jack has a very nice chest.
"Except you didn't wait, did you?" There's an edge to his voice now. "If this Topher hadn't come back would you have waited? Or would you have got bored and found someone else to keep your bed warm, Vin perhaps?"
"Jack!" I protest. "No! No fucking way, I wouldn't do that, especially not with Vin." Jack really hates Vin. "Topher is the only person I'd risk fucking us up for, and that's because I love him, not because I can't wait six weeks for a fuck. Do you really think I'm that faithless, that I'm that much of a slut?"
"No...I don't...I'm sorry," he apologises. "But I didn't think I'd come back here and find you with someone else either."
I move so that I'm sitting on top of Jack, straddling him and looking down at him. I take his bandaged hands in mine, lacing my fingers between his much bigger ones. "I know that I'm asking a stupid amount of you, and I know you'd rather that this wasn't the situation, but please trust me. I'm not about to go off and sleep with Vin, or anyone else, it's just you and Topher." He gives me a long, considering look then finally nods, he believes me.
"You've still got the most beautiful eyes I've ever seen," Jack sounds almost sad.
"All echobacks have eyes like mine, you've seen others."
"No," he shakes his head. "Yours are nicer, it was the first thing I noticed about you."
"It's the first thing anyone ever notices about me, at least here it is. On the Northern Continent it seems to be my hair."
"Your hair?" he frowns.
"Yeah, because it's meant to be long and in a braid, apparently only echoback children have short hair."
"I like your hair, I like the way it always looks as if you've just got out of bed."
"I used to like your curls," I look at his shaved head. "Can't you grow your hair back?"
"No, this is regulation." He lets go of one of my hands and rubs his scalp. "And it stops me from getting lice."
"Yuck."
"You'd make a terrible solider," he laughs.
"I would," I agree. I know Jack loves his job, but I don't understand why. How can you love a job where you have to shave your head to stop yourself from getting infested by parasites?
"I like your tail." He puts his hand down to stroke the tip where it's lying on his thigh.
"I like it too," I say, coiling it round his hand.
"Does he like it?" Jack questions. I feel like swearing in frustration, I wish we could get away from the subject of Topher for more than a few minutes.
"Yes," I reply. Topher has a habit of referring to it as "that fucking weird thing", but that doesn't mean he doesn't like it, he does, a lot, it's just Topher. I'm not going to tell Jack that's what he says, it sounds really bad and Topher is a hard person to explain if you haven't actually met him properly.
In an attempt to move Jack's mind away from thoughts of Topher I touch his cock, making him start to swell again, but then so am I because he's playing with my tail. And because we're naked together in bed. Jack gives me a smile as I rub him, a smile that makes my heart happy, a smile that I would have hated never to have seen again. "Would you like me on top this time?" I ask.
"Yes," he replies, finding the lube amongst the rucked up covers and passing it to me. "It's your turn to do the work, make me come."
I put some of the lube onto him then sit on his cock, he slides into me with ease this time, no pain, just a delicious sensation of fullness. No one else can fill me like Jack does.
"You want it slow or fast?" I ask, wriggling my ass.
"Slow this time," he replies. "A good long, slow, fuck."
This is my skill. Topher might be the king of giving head, but nobody is better than me at this. I have stronger legs and better balance than any human and I can support my weight using my tail for balance, so I can ride Jack slowly under total control.
"Damn," he says after I've lifted my body almost all the way off him then slowly driven back down a few times. "I've really missed this."
He reaches a hand out to touch me but I move it away, I don't want him to have to do anything except lie back and enjoy it. "I can do that," I say, and he grins as I touch myself.
I give Jack exactly what he asked for, doing it to him slowly, using my internal muscles as well to give him as much stimulation as possible, but taking it slowly too. I never take my eyes off his face, watching for him getting close to coming, every time he does I ease off until the moment has passed.
"You're teasing me," he says after I've done it for the fourth time.
"Yes," I agree. "Can you take much more?"
"No," he's almost panting with need.
"Next time then?"
"Yeah, but you've got to bring yourself off too."
"That won't be a problem." I know what he wants, he wants to feel me tighten up around me as we both orgasm.
I speed up, just a little, it's not going to take much right now. Jack groans loudly, which proves that it's not just me who's noisy during sex, although I know that I'm matching him for volume right now. I'm on the edge of coming, but as I'm using my own hand I can control when. "You ready?" I breathlessly ask Jack. He makes a noise which I take to mean yes, so I give my cock a few good strokes and let myself climax. Jack grunts and thrusts up into me as I'm covering his torso with a long ribbon of white. I can tell he's coming hard from the way that his back arches and his eyes roll back in his head, and I swear that by the time we're done we're both seeing stars.
"Don't get soap in there, it stings." I protest as Jack's fingers slip inside me.
"I know that, I'm only using water," he says as he washes the inside of my ass under the spray of the shower. "It's one of those things everyone tries once, you know, you're in the shower, the soap is slippery, you think it'll do the job, then you learn why it's a really fucking bad idea."
"Yeah," I agree. I know just what he means.
"Doing it on a sandy beach is like that too." He continues, washing the underside of my tail now, which feels really good, good enough to make me want him again. "It sounds like a fine idea, but then there's the sand."
"I never tried that because..." I stop. I was about to say that I had never tried having sex on the beach because Topher told me about the problems of sand getting everywhere when we were back on Nightport, where there was little but sandy beaches, however I don't want to set Jack off about Topher again. "...because someone told me not to. How are your hands now?" I say before he can ask me who.
"Not too bad," he wraps his arms around me to show me. The shower has washed most of the iodine off, just leaving a few orange streaks. His knuckles are cut to hell and scabbing over now, it looks pretty bad to me. "I've had worse."
He soaps my torso, one hand rubbing my stomach while the other toys with a nipple. The shower cubical isn't very large, he's pushed right up against me and there's no mistaking that he's hard again. If I were taller or he was shorter he could quite easily be inside me right now. He moves the hand that's not holding the soap to between my legs, I make an appreciative sound.
"Haven't you had enough?" he teases, enfolding my growing erection in his hand.
"Haven't you?" I reply, moving against him.
"I've got six weeks to make up for, remember?"
Back in the bedroom Jack gets me to lie down on the bed on my front, lift my tail and spread my legs. "I'm going to lick you here," he runs a finger across the crease of my tail. "Then here," his finger moves down to my ass crack.
"Mmm, yes." His fingers there feel good, his tongue is going to feel even better.
He starts by kissing his way along the underside of my tail, it gets increasingly more sensitive the further up he goes until he reaches the crease. Being touched there is almost like him touching my cock. Apparently this is the same for all echobacks, both male and female, it certainly was for Llando, the only one I've ever had sex with. I think about him sometimes, wonder how he is, and remember how amazing it was doing it with him in his hut high up in the trees.
Jack licks me slowly with the occasional suck and gentle bite too until I'm left squirming with pleasure at what he's doing to me. His mouth moves lower and I feel him using his hands to spread my ass cheeks, his tongue runs around my entrance, then goes inside me.
"That is so wrong," I giggle, loving the sensation. After a while his tongue is replaced by his fingers, slick with lube they easily sink deep inside and he deliberately massages my internal sweet spot until I'm close to coming for the third time.
"You alright to take me again?" Jack asks as I'm wriggling under his touch.
"Yeah, but don't go too hard." I should never had him fuck me without any preparation the first time, but I really couldn't wait. He pulls my hips upward so that my ass is off the bed then slides his cock into me from behind, reaching a hand round to hold my erection. This time he fucks me gently, telling me how much he loves me as he does it, and I say it back, and I've never meant it more. He strokes me until I come into his hand again and he follows soon after with a deep sigh, the fingers of the hand that's still on my hip gripping me hard as he ejaculates, but his thrusts staying slow and even.
We collapse onto the bed together after, with Jack licking his hand clean then pulling me into an embrace and yawning. I tug the sheet up around us, Jack reaches over and snaps the light off and I fall asleep pressed against him, the gnawing worry about loosing him that I've been carrying around for the last few weeks finally gone.
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