Jessie
Monday morning…
She felt something warm and soft pressing against the nape of her neck, then strong arms encircling her waist and pulling her gently closer to the larger presence snuggled up behind her.
“Jessie,” Dex whispered, drawing her ever-so-slightly out of her slumber.
“Mmm?” she whispered groggily.
“I’ve got to get going so I can head off to work and class,” he explained.
“Okay,” she replied, already drifting back into the safety of sleep.
“I didn’t want you to wake up and wonder where I went,” he added.
“Okay,” she repeated, and again started to drift off.
“Love you,” he said, kissing her a final time before he got out of bed and deprived her of his comforting presence.
“Love you,” she managed to murmur before her dreams began to return.
***
Later that morning, Jessie groggily opened her eyes and checked the clock. It angrily blinked 7:30 AM at her in shade of green that seemed almost violently bright that morning. She still had lots of time before she had to be at class, and she didn’t work at Double D’s until Wednesday of that week.
She yawned, scooching her head back down into the pillow to find a comfortable spot again. Quickly realizing that there was a strange coolness behind her, she wondered if Dex was the cause, but then vaguely remembered him telling her that he had to leave earlier that morning.
She reached back behind her with one hand to check and see if he was there without moving the rest of her body and felt the hardness of his flat stomach a bit behind her. She must have dreamed him telling her that he was leaving, she guessed.
It was then that she realized that Dex didn’t have the covers pulled over himself and that was the reason she was feeling the cool breeze. She tried to remedy the situation by pulling the covers, but he seemed to be laying on them.
Sighing in mild irritation, she turned over and prepared to scold him, but was surprised to see that it was Jack, and not Dex that was snoozing soundly behind her. Weirdly, he was sleeping on his back on top of the covers, and even had his boxers back on for some dumb reason.
She weighed her options for getting her blankets back and sat staring at him for several seconds. After making her choice, she reached out and patted him on the leg, not wanting to startle him or anything since he would be waking up in a strange place.
Jack didn’t move a muscle.
She giggled and poked him, then slapped his leg a little harder, but still got no response.
“Jack,” she said in a normal tone.
He grumbled something unintelligible and turned over on his side, facing her.
“Get off my blankets,” she said with mild irritation in her tone.
“Mmm… no,” he muttered.
“Jaaaack!” she whined. “I’m cold!”
He smiled, still not having opened his eyes and remained unmoving for a few more seconds. She was just about to smack him on the arm when he opened his eyes and looked up at her.
“Morning,” he said, then promptly yawned and stretched.
“Morning, jerkface,” she said, scowling at him and crossing her arms.
He chuckled at her, then half-way slid off the bed and back underneath the covers in one smooth motion.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he said.
“Mmmhmm.” She scowled at him once more for good measure.
“So grumpy,” he laughed and easily pulled her down to the mattress again and up against him.
She caved immediately, laughing and basking in the warmth of his body for a bit and letting herself warm up.
“Gotta admit… part of me is wondering if my little brother would be cool with us snuggling up in bed like this,” he said quietly. “But then again, after last night…”
She laughed quietly, nuzzling his chest with her face. “You could ask if him if you think it would make you feel better, but I’m pretty sure I remember him leaving earlier.”
“Yeah, he woke me up and told me he had to jet to get to work and class on time.” Jack kissed her on the forehead and sighed deeply, his hand idly stroking the back of her arm. “Asked if I wanted a ride.”
“I can take you if you need to go,” she said, looking up at his face.
“Nah,” he said dismissively. “I just didn’t want to wake up yet. I can easily jog home from here.”
She frowned at him before returning to smuggling her face into his chest once again. The chill that had encased her earlier was finally beginning to thaw and she rubbed her feet together to try and warm them.
“You can put them on me,” Jack said quietly.
“Mmm,” she muttered after pushing the bottoms of her feet into the tops of his and soaking up the heat.
“Jesus those are cold!” he cried.
She giggled, wriggling them back and forth a few times against his. Several minutes passed by in silence as the two continued to lay there and soak in each other’s body heat.
“I’m glad you were okay with me crawling in bed with you after Dex left,” Jack said, breaking the silence. “He told me to come join you, but it still felt weird not checking with you first. But that couch is only comfortable for so long.”
“Why wouldn’t it be okay with me?” she asked, looking up at him. “I mean, you did a lot more than sleep in the same bed as me last night.”
“Yeah, I know,” he said. “I just didn’t want you freaking out when you woke up and saw that it wasn’t Dexter in your bed.”
“Dex,” she corrected, “and if he said that was something he wanted, or you wanted to do to me, was okay with him, then its definitely okay with me, silly.”
Jack chuckled quietly but didn’t respond. It was then that she remembered about him wearing boxers.
“And what’s the deal with wearing boxers?” she asked.
“Strange guy in your bed,” he deadpanned. “I didn’t want you to freak.”
She giggled in response and looked up at him again.
“From here on out, you’re not allowed to wear underwear in my bed. No one is!”
“You know how ridiculous you are?” he asked, his hand sliding up her back and cradling her neck, then pulling her easily up to where he could kiss her.
“Boxers off,” she said, breaking the surprisingly intense kiss a few seconds later. “Now mister!”
He sighed in mock irritation and quickly removed them, then moved over the top of her and between her legs as she turned over onto her back for him.
“Feeling frisky?” she asked, looking up at him.
“I can stop,” he said, his expression changing to one of hesitation.
“Don’t you dare,” she scolded, reaching down to find his cock and begin stroking. He was swelling quickly, and she began to feel her arousal grow as even then it began to nudge against her sex.
“You uh… sure?” he asked, looking down at her.
“Ugh, shut up and fuck me already, handsome,” she said, pulling him down for a kiss.
In short order, Jack was pumping his cock deep into her and back out again, cradling her smaller form in his strong arms and kissing her passionately. Her pussy was sore, to tell the truth, but there was no way she was going to not let him have her if that was what he wanted to do.
Plus, she wasn’t worried about upsetting Dex since Jack hadn’t left and it was really still the same sex session as the night before, they’d just taken a really long break. The pain of his cock slamming into her was too much for her to achieve orgasm, unfortunately, but it wasn’t like she wasn’t enjoying it. She amped up her cries of pleasure a little, having to fake it for him just a tiny, tiny bit.
“So… do you like dirty talk when you have sex?” she asked quietly, clutching at his back.
He lifted his head, his pace slowing slightly, but not stopping. “Eh… I tend to feel a little ridiculous when I do it. It takes me out of it more often than not to be honest.”
“Well… is there anything you like that I can do?” She whimpered in pleasure a bit for him after asking her question. “Maybe you’d like to cum in my mouth or even have my ass again?”
He chuckled and shrugged. “As long as you’re having fun, I’m enjoying myself. You in a hurry to get this over?”
She scowled at him for a moment. “Not at all! Take your time, Jack. I’m just a pleaser. I want everyone to be as happy as I can possibly make them.”