Three Mile Island

Once Jack had got to a corner and I could see what intersection we were at, I knew just where we were. I gave him directions to my building. On the way there, he made me laugh delightedly by revving up the engine in his Volkswagen and peeling out at a few stoplights. I love Beetles.

I unlocked my door when we got upstairs and was pleased to note that my hands were only shaking slightly. I stepped back and let Jack enter first, then closed and locked the door again. I had left a light on over the kitchen sink, which I normally do and there was a bluish green glow coming from down the hall, where I had left the lava lamp going accidentally.

I opened my mouth to warn Jack because he was stepping into the kitchen, which is open territory for cats pouncing on heads and shoulders. But Diablo stayed where he was on top of the refrigerator and let out a very surprised sounding, “Meow.” I guess he didn’t want to jump on Jack, for which I was thankful. I had the feeling that it would have ruined the night.

Jack saw the size of my demon-cat and said under his breath, “Holy shit.”

“Yeah, he has that affect on people.” I wisely kept my mouth shut regarding his other hobbies, lest I scare Jack away.

I led the way down the hall to the living room and pointed out where the bathroom was. I told him to make himself comfortable and I would get drinks for us. Jack opted for a Leinenkugel, so I went back down the hall to the kitchen, took two out of the fridge and brought the bottles back into the living room. I didn’t think he would mind if I didn’t put them in glasses and I was right. Jack took the bottle with a “thanks” and sat down on the couch.

I was still a little nervous. Once I sat down, we would start talking, and one thing would lead to another –

“Why don’t you put some music in, Mary,” he suggested. I think he could tell I was jumpy and was trying to relax me. For me, listening to music is the best way to do that. I ran a finger down the shelf of CD’s, then put on the most soothing, romantic music I owned, Beethoven’s Piano Sonata No. 14, the Moonlight Sonata.

I gave myself a good mental talking-to. For Christ’s sake, settle down. It’s a little late to pull the virginal act. When I turned from the stereo and back towards Jack, he was sitting back in the couch, watching me with a small smile pulling up one corner of his mouth. He silently patted the cushion next to him, so I gave a rueful little shrug at myself and sat beside him.

He chuckled, a deep low sound that made my toes curl up. I took a long drink of my beer for courage, set it down on the coffee table and swung my legs up across Jack’s lap. He set his beer down on the table next to him, then laid one arm across my knees and threaded the other behind me to pull me closer.

Jack tilted his head to get his hair out of his eyes; since his hands were full of me, I tentatively reached up a hand and swept it back for him. I had been yearning to do that for him. It was silky and soft and I couldn’t resist twining it around my finger for a moment before curling my hand around the back of his neck. Jack was getting the dark, slumberous look in his eyes again and I could feel a slow swirling in my stomach in response. I watched his lips part and heard him breathe my name.

The arm he had around my back pulled me even closer against him. He dropped his lips to my temple, then slowly drifted down my cheek to my mouth. My lips were parted in anticipation – I wanted Jack to kiss me again and again. My brain went all fuzzy when he touched his lips to mine. He slid his tongue ever so slowly against mine and I matched his moves. He was going easy, I think, waiting for me to get involved, to lose my head. When I knotted my hand in his shirt and slid the other up into his hair, he inhaled once, then deepened the kiss.

Jack was demanding, tilting my head with his fingers first one way, then the other. I moaned deep in my throat when I realized that he was playing me just like his guitar. When he heard my little noise, he stopped kissing my mouth and nipped gently down my jaw to my neck, pausing there and sucking at a spot on the side when I shivered. His tongue traced a path from that spot across my bare shoulder, following the finger that was tugging the fabric of my top down slightly.

My head was thrown back half against his shoulder, half against the couch. I was actually panting. Just with his kisses and nibbles, Jack had turned me into jelly. Through half-closed eyes, I watched him reach for his beer bottle and take a drink, then he offered it to me. I reached up a weak, boneless hand and took a sip and he set the bottle back down.

Suddenly, I needed to feel him, press against him. I slid my legs out of his lap and kicked off my heels, aiming them at the corner of the room. With that completed, I sat on Jack’s lap, straddling him. I reached both of my hands down and stroked his face, then lowered my head to kiss him as deeply and sensuously as he had done to me. I pressed my breasts lightly against his chest, partly because I wanted to feel him, and partly because I wanted Jack to feel me.

It was his turn to moan then and I laughed huskily. I took my turn biting softly on his neck. There was one spot, right where his shoulder met his neck, which I had been fantasizing about. It must have been a good spot for him too, because he pulled my hips tightly against him. I could feel him hard against me and it drove me a little wild. It drove me a lot wild, to be honest.

His chest was so inviting, so broad and hard, and I wanted to see it again. The teaser he had shown me in his bedroom earlier had been dead center in my mind, provoking my imagination. I slid my hands under the hem of his t-shirt and felt his stomach muscles jump at my touch. Carefully I pulled it up over his head, mindful of his necklaces. I didn’t want to strangle him, just see him. I could just imagine what would happen if I had to bring Jack into the hospital with a neck injury.

He leaned forward to help me and I threw his shirt in the same general vicinity of where my heels were flung. He laughed at me for being so eager, so I stuck my tongue out at him and leaned back to see him a little better. His skin was so soft, but the muscles beneath were hard. The combination fascinated my eyes and my hands. There wasn’t much hair on his chest and I liked that. A little trail ran down his belly and I traced it with one finger, loving that his muscles were tensing as I did so.

Jack had apparently had enough. He reached up and grabbed me by the shoulders and pulled me down to kiss me. Hard. My head was spinning again when he had finished and I had to rest my forehead against his to catch my breath. If he could bottle that kiss, he’d be richer than Bill Gates.

Running the fingers of one hand around the top of my blouse where the elastic gathered, Jack said teasingly, “Now you’ve seen me twice without a shirt on. Don’t you think it’s fair if I see you?”

His logic was impeccable. I totally agreed and I wanted to see his reaction. I knew I had a decent body, courtesy of my unnecessarily expensive gym membership. Crossing my arms over my belly, I took the hem of my blouse and lifted it up over my head.

Jack breathed out, “Oh, very nice.” I wasn’t wearing a bra and my nipples were peaked from the arousal I felt after I had brushed them across his chest. His hands, his long, wonderful fingers, slid up my stomach and so lightly across my breasts, I thought maybe I was imagining the touch. But Jack touched his forefingers to my nipples and sent a bolt right through me.

He pulled me against him then and I whimpered at the touch of my breasts to his chest. It wasn’t the same with clothes on. His skin was so hot and scorching where it was touching me. He felt like he was on fire. For that matter, I did too. I was burning up right in front of him.

My throat was tight with longing and I needed a drink. I took his bottle and sipped slowly, then tilted my head and pressed the cold glass against my neck. It felt so good, so cool and wet. Jack took the opportunity to nuzzle his mouth between my breasts and slowly licked his way up the valley between them.

“You taste so good, Mary,” he whispered against my skin. He blew a breath across the moistened flesh and I shivered in response. I don’t ever remember being so turned on, so seduced, by anyone ever before in my life.

I’ve often been accused of being impatient. When I wanted something, I wanted it then and there. Tonight was no exception. I slowly sat up, stood, and reached down for Jack’s hands. He followed me down the hall to my bedroom. The moon was high in the sky now; the light was bright enough to see by and I brought him right to the edge of my bed.

My knees gave out on me and I sat heavily on the edge of the mattress. Jack was standing right in front of me and I couldn’t help but see the ridge of his arousal pressed against the fly of his jeans. My hands were trembling when I reached up to undo the top button, so badly that he had to help me unfasten it. I slid the zipper down and his jeans fell in a pool at his feet.

He was looking down at me, half his face in shadow, half in moonlight. I stood up and pressed myself against him. God, I needed his touch. I needed Jack so much. I took hold of his hands and guided them to my fly and he undid my button and zipper. He smoothed his hands down my hips to get the fabric to fall off and took my hand so I could balance myself to kick them aside.

Jack eased me back down on the edge of the bed and laid me back on the comforter. I watched him as he tugged his boxers down and stood there for a moment. He wasn’t overly long, but he was thick and I had a brief moment of doubt that he would be able to fit himself in me. But Jack distracted me by sliding my legs over so I was laying the right way on the bed and laid down next to me.

He slid one arm under my shoulders, pushing my breasts out. Lightly he started trailing his fingers over my flesh, avoiding the areas I most wanted him to touch. I felt him adjusting positions, but I was concentrating so hard on his fingers that I moaned when he took my other nipple in his mouth, licking it with his velvety tongue. I slid my hand across Jack’s back into his hair and arched myself into his mouth, trying to get him to increase the pressure.

He obliged me by sucking my nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around and over it. When Jack gently pinched my other nipple and pulled on it, I almost came undone. He was making me ache and throb for his touch. As if he sensed my thought, Jack slid his hand down my stomach and ran a teasing finger around my belly button, circling it and making me twitch and squirm around at the touch.

He lifted his mouth from my breast then. My eyes flew open to see why he had stopped. All I could see of his shadowed face was his mouth, still wet from pleasuring me. My hips bucked involuntarily at the purely sensual thrill the sight gave me and my eyes drifted closed again.

I said his name then, pleadingly, trying without so many words for him to move his hand lower, where I needed it. He chose to ignore me, instead slowly tracing his way down to my hipbone. Jack made a few lazy figure eights there, then rested his fingers right above my pubic area.

I felt his hand stop on my stomach, fingers splayed, and he paused for a moment. I couldn’t help frowning. Why wasn’t he moving? Heavily I lifted my head to look at him. As soon as I did so, Jack smiled down at me – a supremely arrogant and purely masculine look. He said softly, “Mary, are you ready?”

Were all men so cocky? Despite myself, I sighed once and whispered, “Oh, God, yes please.” I heard him chuckle as he tugged my panties down, one side at a time. I kicked them off and stilled when I felt his hand on my stomach again.

Jack slid his hand slowly down between my trembling legs and said, “Spread your knees for me, honey.”

They fell apart of their own volition and his fingers dipped into my slick wetness. I let out a low moan as Jack took my nipple back in his mouth again. I felt him flex against my hip when he felt how ready I was for him and he breathed out a word against my skin that I didn’t catch.

I started panting as he swirled two fingers against me, drawing them upward in a slow, firm stroke. I fought to catch my breath and gasp out his name at the same time. He did the same thing again, and yet again, and then found my sensitive nub and started circling it slowly. I could feel the flutters starting deep inside me that indicated an orgasm was soon to follow. When Jack dipped his fingers back down again, he slid a finger inside my opening, stretching me and sinking his finger in as far as he could. My muscles clenched around his finger and he withdrew it, eased it back in, then removed it. I moaned at the absence and let out a strangled sob when he slid two fingers back into me. He found my g-spot and rubbed it while pressing against me with his thumb and I exploded.

My head was full of stars and I was moving my hips against his hand as he gently stroked his fingers inside me and let me ride out the climax. He got up from the bed briefly as I was coming down; I could hear him rustling with something crinkly sounding for a second. Jack knelt between my knees and laid down over me, bracing himself on one arm. He positioned himself against my opening with the other.

As Jack pressed himself into me, filling me completely, I arched my breasts against his chest and dug my fingernails into his arms. My legs locked around his hips and I lifted myself until I felt him sink all the way into place.

Jack gasped and rested his sweaty forehead against mine for a moment as we adjusted to each other. My inner muscles were contracting around him involuntarily and I could feel him throbbing inside me. I really did feel like I was being split in two and it turned me on even more, if that was possible, just knowing that Jack was buried inside me and stretching me beyond anything before. It was an incredible feeling, having this man giving me pleasure.

He started moving then, slowly at first, then starting a rhythm. Jack was thrusting inside me quickly and withdrawing slowly, so slowly. Each thrust was better than the last and before long I was sobbing out his name and digging my nails into his shoulders. I matched his tempo, raising my hips to meet him over and over again, and I could feel wave after wave of pleasure building me back up again for another meltdown.

He captured my mouth in a hard kiss, then broke it abruptly. He looked down at me and I saw the absolute ecstasy in his face. I bit my lip hard enough to taste blood and tossed my head to the side when Jack whispered roughly, pleadingly, “Come for me, baby.”

I was teetering right on the edge, ready to drop off again, when he started thrusting deep and fast, lifting my hips up with one hand so he could sink into me all the way. I hurtled headfirst over that edge then, screaming his name and pressing him deeper inside of me with my heels. Jack grew even bigger as he rocked against me and I completely lost my head, it felt so exquisite.

Vaguely, I heard him chanting my name unevenly, then I felt him jerk and start shuddering where he was deeply buried. He was panting as he came, his head thrown back and eyes closed with pleasure. I rocked against him to increase his pleasure and he gasped at the motion.

Spent and exhausted, he collapsed on top of me. The pressure of Jack’s body felt good, grounding me back to the earth after I flew wildly above it. He was soaking wet and so was I – our hair and bodies slick from the exertion. My legs came undone from his waist and I didn’t even have the willpower or muscles to keep them from falling back onto the bed. My muscles were quaking with aftershocks from the orgasm and just plain exercise. I really was lucky I worked out, or I would never have survived what he had done to me.

When Jack pulled out of me, I sighed with regret. I didn’t want him to leave me, not after that. He rolled on his back and looked over at me. I was still laying on my back because I couldn’t quite catch my breath yet, but I slid my hand across the tangled sheet and twined my fingers with his.

He grinned sleepily and said, “That was incredible.”

I couldn’t even speak to agree with him. Mutely I nodded my head and finally gathered enough energy to roll onto my side and lay my head in the hollow of his shoulder. He held me for a minute or two, nuzzling my forehead and dropping light kisses there. With a squeeze, Jack whispered, “Don’t move. I’ll be right back,” then slid his arm out from under me and padded down the hall to the bathroom. Like I could move after that.

My eyes drifted shut and I heard the hot faucet squeak on like it does and squeak back off. I heard him come back down the hallway and the click of the door as he shut it. With a groan, he sat on the bed and pulled the comforter up from where it had been kicked to the floor.

I made some nonsense sounds when he slid his arm back under me and pulled me close. He tucked the blanket around my backside, then fully stretched out beside me. I found the hollow between neck and shoulder again and kissed him tiredly on the neck.

I didn’t think he would have left, but I said to him anyway, “Stay the night, Jack. Don’t go.” The hell with the dreaded ‘morning after’ I had read about in Cosmo. It might be awkward and uncomfortable, but then again, it might not.

Jack kissed me on the forehead again and whispered, “Be glad to. Sleep now.”

And I did just that.

Author's Note: First, I'd like to give hugs and a huge "thank you" to my wonderful beta, greeneyespurple. You did a great job! Second, I'd like to thank the people who take the time to leave reviews. Bad, good - any are welcome (but it's even better getting such awesome ones! Thanks!) This is dedicated to all guitar players in general, but especially Jack White and Jimmy Page. They rock my world. ;)