It was around ten in the evening when my phone lit up, showing Jack’s name on the screen. A sense of relief came over me, bringing with it the faintest thought of hope that perhaps we weren’t done just yet. I unlocked my phone and opened his text. Nothing elaborate, just two artless words, “come outside,” he wrote.
I tugged my hair up into a bun and rinsed my face, hoping to wash away the teary eyes that I’d had all day. Then, I put on my hoodie, squeezed into a pair of dark wash jeans and walked out of my front door. Despite the darkness that covered up the night sky, I could instantly spot his figure leaning onto his motorbike and suffocating his lungs with a cigarette.
Jack was one of those guys your parents would warn you about. The one with the tattoos and a motorbike, the one who smokes and comes up with bad ideas. But he was also the one who stole my heart and the one who’d give me the rush and excitement that I craved in my life. I walked up closer to him, allowing my eyes to scrutinise his presence and feast on the absolute beast that he was. His looks were what caught my attention back when we first met.
He was around 6 foot 4 with a very heavy frame, a buffed up chest and muscular arms that made me feel so small when he wrapped them around me. His skin was dark, matching his thick beard and black hair, giving him the complete look of a god. As I got closer, I could see his chest rise as he drowned every part of his lungs in smoke and then exhaled it through his thick swollen lips.
“Let’s go for one last ride before I leave,” he said in his deep raspy voice. “I’m leaving tomorrow, and it breaks my heart to know that you won’t be here when I come back.”
I wrapped my arms over my chest and looked out to the road. I knew that this wasn’t going to change anything, but every single fibre in my body wanted to hop onto his bike and run away with him. Somewhere where we didn’t have to worry about our real life, a place where we could be together without ever having to be apart.
We’d been in this strange on and off relationship for a year now, mainly because he worked overseas. And navigating a long-distance relationship was harder than we expected. So the night before, we had both decided that it wasn’t working out and that it would be best if we simply move on with our lives separately.
But the thing about breaking up on good terms is that you never fully get over it. There’s always that little voice in your head wondering what if you tried to make it work just one more time?
“Please. Just come with me tonight,” he begged. I looked into his eyes and watched them flicker, pleading with me to go along.
“Jack, you know I want to, but it’s not going to fix anything.”
“I know, just please come with me. One last night together before we each go our way.”
He handed me a helmet and patiently waited as I went through my thoughts. I was trying to find the willpower to say no, but knowing well enough that I just wanted to say yes. I didn’t want us to end; this wasn’t how it was supposed to go. We were meant to work through the rough times, but I decided that I wanted to have one more night with him if that was no longer an option.
“Let’s go,” I said, taking the helmet from his hands and climbing onto the motorcycle. He threw the cigarette butt onto the floor and crushed it with his foot, then he placed his helmet back on and climbed onto the bike. Jack nodded his head, which was his way of telling me to hop onto the bike, and as I sat down wrapping my hands around his waist, I felt all my emotions piling up. But they were quickly washed away with the growling sounds that came out of his big v-twin motor.
I squeezed my arms tighter and rested my head onto his back, letting my thoughts and worries fade away with the cold air that came darting against us. The roads were empty, with nothing other than the moon’s reflection to light the way. And even though I had been on the bike with him countless times, my heart always skipped a beat when he went faster, leaving me with a rush of adrenaline circling my body. A few minutes went by as we cut through the dark streets, and then Jack slowed down, pulled off the highway and drove down a narrow road that led to his beach house.
He parked the bike in front of the porch, and we both climbed down, making our way over to the house. It seemed so deserted in winter. All the other houses were dark, and the beach was empty, not a soul in sight. Jack placed his helmet down onto the wooden step that led up to the door, and just as I was about to pull mine off, I felt his hand over mine. He pulled off my helmet, and placed his fingers onto my face. Pushing back the strands of hair that were floating over my cheeks. He looked into my eyes, then down to my lips, and back to my eyes before pulling me in for a kiss. The softness of his lips contrasted with the aggressive side of his kiss. He held me close, pressing my chest onto his, and kissed my lower lip, biting onto it and pulling me even closer.
We twisted our heads, playing with each other’s tongues as if we’ve never had them before. As if it was our first time exploring each other’s lips. His hands ran down to the small of my back before finding their way to my ass, squeezing hard and tugging me in. I dropped the helmet onto the floor and pushed him back against the wooden rail that ran across the front porch, and kissed him back. Holding his face in between the palm of my hands and softly enjoying the taste of his lips.
Jack ran his hands underneath my sweater and crept his fingers over my skin up to my breasts, squeezing them and pinching my nipples. He took a deep breath and kissed me again like I was the only thing giving him life at that moment. Then moved his hands down to my jeans, unbuttoning the top and opening my zipper. He slid his hands inside my jeans and gently started to rub my clit over my underwear. Finding the perfect spot and pressing his fingers in circles, over and over again.
I leaned into him, slowly parting my legs and inviting him in. Showing him that I wanted to have him just one last time. I placed my hand over his crotch and teased his bulge as it grew harder and larger against my touch. Barely giving his member any attention, but just enough to watch him grow hungrier for me.
He pushed his fingers through my underwear and pressed them directly onto my most sensitive jewel. Making my pussy juices drench through my cotton briefs. I held his face in my hands as I reached for his neck, kissing and biting his skin, taking in the deep smell of his cologne. The same one that I had bought him a few weeks back. I could feel the heat in my body rise and my face turn flush as he kept on playing with my clit. Bringing me closer and closer to orgasm, but not just quite.
Then, without warning, he pulled his fingers away from me, leaving me frustrated and begging for more. “I love the way you taste,” he said, licking my juices off his fingers, “I’m gonna miss this.” He whispered.
“Don’t leave me here like this!” I argued, “I’m so horny for you. I want you to make me cum.” I said, pulling his hand over again.
Jack smiled at me with a devilish look, “Take off your clothes and lay on the floor,” he ordered. I did as he asked and watched as he took off his clothes too. Exposing the hard rock cock that was throbbing for me. He spread my legs open and licked his fingers again before gently putting them inside me one at a time. Teasing me and stretching my pussy. He curled his fingers up and started to finger me, slowly picking up the pace until he was fucking as deep as his fingers could go.
I squeezed my breasts and toyed with my nipples, then quickly picked up where he’d left off, rubbing my swollen nub and edging my body to orgasm. I could feel my legs starting to shake and my cold ass tensing up, pushing my hips forward and deeper onto his fingers. Jack kept going, burying three of his fingers inside and hitting them against my most tender spot. Until my hips finally collapsed back onto the floor, and my body shivered in pure bliss, squirting juices all over his fingers. I savoured the feeling that came over me and then crawled over onto my knees, pushing Jack down onto his back and sitting down onto his cock.
I moved my knees up to his face and sat down onto my feet, allowing me to bob over his cock. Letting his tip slide out of me and then burying him inside until I could feel his balls. Sitting over him felt like I was in charge like I had the power to capture his attention and make him do whatever I want. I played around with my boobs, squeezing them and toying with my nipples, pinching them and putting on a show for him. Then I leaned in forward, pressing my body against his and slowed down my pace. Grinding my clit over his pubic bone and kissing his tender lips.
As we both melted onto each other, Jack rolled over and pressed my shoulders down to the floor. “It’s my turn now,” he said, winking at me.
He slid his cock into me and wrapped his fingers around my neck, slowly adding onto the pressure until he was choking me. BDSM was something that we both enjoyed, and choking was one of our favourite things. It brought a new perspective to our sex life, to trust the other fully and give them the power to be in control. It heightened the orgasm and created a new realm of pleasure.
I locked eyes with him and mouthed, “harder. Fuck me harder.” And a raw expression of desire and passion took over his face.
He held my neck down and continued to fuck me. Deeper and faster. I could hear his balls slap onto my ass every time he drilled himself into me. Then he let go of my neck and grabbed both of my thighs, pulling me onto his cock and pushing his hips against me. Milking my pussy and building me up to another orgasm. “Tell me before you cum,” he said out of breath, “I want to cum with you.”
I smiled and nodded at him, “soon,” I whispered back. Jack rocked his hips into me again and kept on fucking me until I could feel myself tense up again and shiver on his cock. “I’m going to cum,” I moaned, but before I could even finish the sentence, I had waves of orgasm covering my body. Jack took his cock out and wrapped his fingers around it, sliding them over his entire length and smearing precum all over it. I pushed myself up, sitting down on my bare ass and took his cock into my mouth. Sucking and licking him, playing with his tip and sucking him some more until he filled my mouth with warm cum. I sucked his cock again, making sure to get all the cum he had left and swallowed it all in one breath.
He shook his head and laid down on the floor next to me, smiling and trying to catch his breath. “Fucking hell, I’m going to miss you,” he said.
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