Three out of four. Three out of four. God, why did he answer those questions because she was doing things to him he really didn’t think should happen when laughter is involved.
“N-Nno…” he squirmed but then she blew in his ear and he groaned again, turning his head away and ducked it down against her shoulder, shuddering. “N-no fair, no fair…” Jack whispered before bringing a hand up, and boldly pressed it to one of her breasts, squeezing through the clothes.
“L-little miss naughty h-huh?”
“Y-Yeah,” she gasped out, feeling her body warm even more at his touch as he touched her own weak spot, her pale face splashing with red. She bit her lip, the laughter dying only to be replaced with shaky breaths and body shudders of pleasure.
She closed her eyes, turning her head to the side as her hands slowed a bit, becoming gentle caresses on his body, feeling his frame through his clothes.
“I-I guess I am..”
Jack mumbled an agreement somewhere near her ear as he trailed his nose along her exposed neck and opened his mouth, allowing just the tip of his tongue to touch her skin as he continued to massage her breast beneath his palm. His other hand settled down on her hip, gripping and pulling her against him as he shifts closer.
And she finds out just what she’s been doing to him, since it’s kind of hard to ignore the pressure of a straining, contained erection pushing against you.
“You’re many things, Katelynn… n-naughty is one I haven’t seen yet…”
Jack Maple 