tell_a_tale_mod (tell_a_tale_mod) wrote in tell_a_tale, @ 2007-08-05 23:16:00 |
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Original poster: jill_isnt_sorry
Who: Jack Olson and Jill Kynaston [Jack and Jill]
Where: Seattle streets
When: When she first comes into town and finds him.
What: Jill finds her Jack and they can't help but end up in some alley hoppin' on the good foot and doing the bad thing. They missed each other!
WARNING: VERY VERY GRAPHIC SEX SCENE. Don't read it that isn't your thing. Very much NC-17.
Jack was walking casually through downtown Seattle with a happy smile. He was having a good night. He managed to lift quite a bit from some other cars, and now he was shopping for something to bring to the night to a close and bring his profit up for the night. That was when he saw the nice pretty little BMW. Convertable. What was this, make Jack's life easy night? Not that he was complaining. He started to bring his backpack around when he heard something. He stopped and listened and there was nothing. To work he was going. He started moving again digging for the slim-jim so he could pop the locks.
"Shouldn't steal. It's brain rot, you know," oh quiet words, they spilled into the night that echoed with the sounds of distant cars rushing too and fro. Her words were thick and slow, like the languid blink of her large eyes; tonight she was an owl. Quiet for the most part and watching her other half gaze upon the beauty of a nasty car. Just as he was about to make his kill, the Owlish Jill placed her cold, cold fingers on his waist for a split second, then drew back with those words. "Brain rot, unless it's a gift for me."
Jack knew that voice. What was she doing in Seattle? He listened even more carefully. Then he turned and pounced and grabbed Jill. With out even a second thought he hugged the girl and chuckled. "Awe, but I love brain rot more than you." His teasing tone was there as he hopped back to escape any hits that would follow his comment. "But who said I was going to steal it? Hmm?"
Well. Miffed? Yes. Surely he could tell by the way her fists balled and how her bottom lip became a chew toy for her front teeth. Everyone loved brain rot more than Jill, but Jack? No, couldn't be. He was a tease, a horrid tease that left her whole body burning after the hug. He hopped away and she lifted a hand into the air so quickly, as if she were hoping she could latch onto him without having to move too much. The hand drew in nothing but air then dropped back at her hips, which were being kissed by a flame colored bit of jean skirt. Something that barely covered those fine, long legs. She was still chewing on her lip. "I said you were going to steal it." Oh the power of suggestion, the corner's of her lips jerked into an easy grin. God he was nice to look at, a sight for sore eyes.
Jack was now by the car. He looked at it and then at Jill. Jill surely knew him well. "Well I'm not going to. So there." He teased more. His eyes caught those nice legs of hers, and though they weren't togeather, it was nice to look at her in many ways again. She was the consistant thing in his life. "Wanna walk with me. Catch up?" He smiled softly, his real smile, not his con smile.
A real smile caused the very edges of her hard and manical grin to fade into something more delicate. She was a weed in the eyes of many, but for him she'd be soft and easy on the eyes. Not when she spoke though, for that was much more of a challenge for the girl. To speak kindly and like a lady exhausted her, it just didn't feel natural to giggle shyly. What did feel natural was what she said next. "If by catch up you mean sex in a park somewhere... sure.." Those legs moved now until she was at his side and able to press her cold fingers into his hand.
Jack laughed. Sex in the park was surely a nice idea. His own iced fingers took her hand. And then they were walking. "So when did you get here?" He glanced over at her. He loved her mind set at all times. It was like his. They both didn't beleive in the gentle talking. Or the propper ways. They were loud and rough. Both weeds and outcasts of their home. But they were always outcasts togeather. Though looking down, he bumped her hip with his lightly.
"Don't know, don't have a watch." As if to prove this to be true, she lifted her free hand, flashed that wrist that was bare but speckled with the faintest trace of freckles. The moon's silver beams danced across that sliver of flesh, bathed her in it's light and set the freckles aglow so they seemed electric. Then her wrist was back her side and being rubbed fervently against her hip to relieve a sudden itch. The tinest graze of his hip to hers set her whole body on fire again. It was maddening, enough that she had to squeeze his hand for a moment to vent that sudden urge to do something she probably shouldn't do, being that she wasn't dating him anymore. "Does it matter? I'm here. Parents going crazy, blaming you for stealing my sanity. No longer blaming themselves, though they should."
"Wow. I have the power to steal someone's sanity?" He stopped and spun in front of her. His hands clasping the side of her face as he stared into her eyes. His bright blue eyes locked. He just stared with out blinking. Then he talked. "Is it back?" He smiled. They both lost their sanity long ago. Her's a little more warped. but his just as equally bad. His smile was unwavering still. God he missed Jill.
Oh, god. There went the last bit of restraint she could manage. She squirmed now, right heel lifted and then the left so that she was doing a strange walk in place, almost like she was trying to hold something in. Her ebony lashes drew shut over her own china blues, like curtains to a stage, because gazing too long into his eyes was like staring into the sun. It blinded her in many ways and being blind to logic was already a flaw in her nature, she didn't need to be blinded anymore by those beautiful eyes. "Never had it in the first place. Shit... Jack." She was refusing to open her eyes and now she was back to biting hard on her lower tier.
He stepped back and smiled. Sometimes he loved the effect he had on her, but she had her own effect on him, and it always just caused a shit load of sexual tension. His hand found hers and he kissed her cheek. "Come on. Lets go." He smiled and started walking again.
That was when she refused to let him take her hand, and when she put space between them as they walked. Quite suddenly, she felt fierce and angry. Her cheeks blazed with her embarrassment for Jill hated the way he made her absolutely squirm just from being looked at. "Fuck you." Didn't stop her from walking by his side, arms folded across her chest. "You do it on purpose," she grumbled, eyes trained on the ground.
Jack stopped in his place. "Fuck me. No fuck you" Jack shouted after her. "I don't do anything on purpose. And if I did.." He snarled loudly as he came up behind her. His fingers running over her stomache and down over her hips. His lips pressed against her neck happily and then bit the flesh. He stopped leaving all his touch there, and spun her around. "That was doing it on purpose.." And so it started in Jack's head. He couldn't even hold it back now. He pulled her to him putting his lips against hers in a wild kiss.
"Full of lies," she muttered, though she couldn't possibly supress the shudder that danced up her spine from the dance of his hands down her hips. Not mine, not mine. Shouldn't. But I will. His bite was enough to bring a groan from her lips. "You can't say you don't do anything on purpose and then say you just did that on pur-.." There was no time to finish with a rough kiss being pressed into her mouth. Her lips had parted to complete her sentence and now she was just deepening the kiss, allowing his tongue passage into her mouth. Shouldn't. But she was. She was clinging to his shoulders, nails digging into the curves before she pressed her palm against either shoulder as she pushed her self up into his arms. Her hips rose to meet his, her thighs spread, then clamped around his waist. The one guy who managed to piss her off and make her moan all at once. Well.. not the only guy, but the one that made her the most mad, anyways.
Jack pushed the kiss deeper letting his tounge dart into her mouth. His arms were clinging to her now and he was walking backwards into a side alley. He could hold he, but not forever. He pushed her upagainst a brick wall, and moaned into her mouth. His mouth moved to her neck and collarbone. He could swear that Jill was the only person to piss him off, and turn him on the most.
Now she was squimring again, aching for that tingling in her abdomen to stop growing so unruly and insatiable. But grinding her hips against his wasn't doing the trick at all, it was just making it worse. That was Jill, though, always doing things backward and getting no where because of it. Once her mouth was free again, the first words to tumble off the swollen lips were more of a collective moan and had to be spoke again in a throaty gasp. Her chin tilted back and the crown of her head bumped against the brick wall. "Jack... can't be good. Not if there is another." She was simply trying to state the obvious, and not because she cared if he had a new girl. Mainly because she liked stirring up shit, liked the drama this reminder could cause.
Jack wasn't with anyone. But there was Clarice, but she was a paycheck. So no one was with Jack. "There isn't another." And leaving it at that he kissed he again just as forceful and passionate. His hands gripping her thighs roughly. The kiss broke and he was kissing up her jawline, and biting her earlobe roughly another hot moan splashing against her skin.
She wasn't going to be his little toy. When and how she decided this, with him causing her to buckle and shiver like the easiest of whores, was uncertain, but it was decided none the less and she was going to force herself to follow through. "Jack..." she began, but it was hopeless. That groan died with the bit at her earlobe, and with it her desire to end it. Yeah right, like Jill could possibly say no. She never could before, so what made her think she could change? She dropped a hand between them, allowed her fingertips to graze his stomach over his shirt before those fingers dipped under the hem to roll over the rough cut muscles of his abdomen. She hadn't felt those in a long time and she was dying to explore more.
Jack groaned as he felt her fingers and hand explore his body. He stopped and stared at her. It was obvious what he was thinking. But he always needed her to confirm it. Because at any time if she said no, he would stop. He bit his lower lip in thought. His eyes staring into her eyes.
Everything became still, her rushing heart, his rough kisses and bites, and even her breathing was becoming steady again. He wanted an answer. "I fucking love public displays of affection." And she pressed it into his mouth and dipped her fingers lower and into the band of his slacks.
Jack pushed his own lips against hers in a happy smile. His hands trailing up her skirt looking for the pesky fabric that would stop him from reaching his new goal. Funny, go out to get a car, end up sleeping with Jill. The theif had a funny feeling that she would end up back at his place for a long night. But Jack didn't mind. All and all, he did love Jill in many ways. All he knew what what he wanted...and that was Jill.
This was the girl who got sent home from school twice, for giving a boy a blowjob in the bathroom. Being fucked up against some wall in some random alley and a new town was something that was bound to happen to Jill. The only bit of fabric that stretched across her already damp mound was silk and easily discarded with a few tugs. Unfortunately, her hands were awfully busy with the button and zipper of his slacks. Those had to be taken care of before he could be free to ravage her in full. All the while her tongue worked against his in soft circles, massaging until her mouth ached and felt terribly swollen from the work out it was getting. She bucked against his hand, eager for him to feel how excited she was getting.
Jack got the total hint of how excited she was. And she was probably getting the idea how excited he was. Point being, railing the hell out of Jill, in some random alley in some random part of town, and a really random momment...turned him on even more than normal. His hands pulled the fabric down away, but had to stop from her legs being wrapped around his waist. He growled against her lips, as he attempted to set her down. Extra steps he wished weren't there. He just didn't want to wait anymore. He wanted it NOW.
There was the faintest desire in her bones to be able to do this one a real bed. A desire she'd never own up too because it made her feel stupid and weak to want to vaguely do something normal for once. She would have to deal with the awkward way this was going to work, but most of her liked it, there was no vocal complaints. There were mews and purrs, sighs and groans, and eventually a, "Jack," because he had set her down and she was getting impatient. Men were so slow! She was able to shed her panties within seconds of being on her feet and they became discarded on the dirty concrete, and with her skirt still hiked up over her hips, this exposed her glistening mound to the city air. She was none to sweet about the way her hands gripped the band of his slacks and tugged them down, or the way she forced his undergarments down too. But the soft grip of her cool hand on his cock was the reward for patient boys.
Jack didn't want to put her down. If it was his way, and they were at his place, and posable. They would be already on the third session and still going at it. Though once he felt cold fingers around his shaft, he let out a unsteady sigh and a gasp in happiness. His lips pushed against her neck in happy bites and a soft moan for more. This was more like it. This was close to what he wanted. His hands running along her thighs.
She tilted her chin back, cocked her head to the right and exposed a curve of smooth, pale flesh to be taken by his teeth. She ached in the same way he did, and the throb of his member in her small hand was only causing more of that delicious build up of pressure in her lower abdomen. She groaned his name, leaned her upperbody back against the wall while her hips arched forward to meet where her hand pumped his shaft. She guided the head against her warm slit and bit her lip hard. "Jack, please.."
shinra power: Jack grinned against her neck and with a rough grab of her thighs, and a pull up...he pushed foward letting his entire shaft bury itself in her. He let out a soft moan of his own when he felt her around him. It made want more. His lips pushed against hers again as he started thrusting into her like no tomorrow. He didn't want it to end, and in the pit of his stomache, he felt if it ended, the world would end. He just wanted more and more of her. He pulled his lips from her as the words stumbled from his lips. "Oh god..Jill..."
So this is what it feels like to fly. Her heart soared, thudded so painfully in her chest, and then exploded, making her feel dizzy and weak and dependent on another for once in her damn life. She had to grip his shoulders tight and the heels of her feet had to dig into the small of his back, or else there was no way she'd be able to hold herself up. The only movement she could manage was the steady and swift bucking of her hips against his. Blowjobs she had given away freely on her way up here, but to be taken in this manner was done maybe only twice, so Jill was considerably tight around his thick shaft because it'd be awhile since she last spread her legs for some boy. Her walls were hot, slick and pulsating around him and her moans were growing louder and louder, it was amazing they hadn't been found yet.
Jill was amazingly tight. He figured she would be, but not this tight. Though that didn't stop him. He just kept pushing away, harder and faster. His hands gripping her thighs and holding her up. Jack wasn't overly strong, and this was difficult, but he wasn't about to let it stop. It felt way to good. It was way to amazing, and he didn't want it to stop. So he didn't. With a groaning moan he pushed himself deeper. THe loud moans being rang out in the alley didn't even matter to Jack, all he cared about was the momment and Jill. The ticket would be worth it to Jack. Way worth it.
She was going to have bruises on her thighs from the way he gripped her, and a bump on the back of her head from where it thudded against the brick wall she was being pushed up against. Her fingernails dug deep, a hand shifted to glide around to his back and up under his shirt. She was going to scratch welts into his back and hope some whore of his would ask where they came from, so that he'd remember her and this anytime he was with someone else. Having not been taken like this in such a long time, Jill was finding it terribly hard to keep from reaching climax earlier than usual. She could hardly sputter the words that she was about to orgasm when her back arched, her hips jutted forward and her juices spilled over his shaft and made the thrusts glide in so much easier.
Jack felt her tighten around his entire shaft and as she jutted foward. He was actually almost knocked off balance, though he kept his composure, but he wasn't close to done yet. He wasn't close to being done, he hoped. He just kept thrusting away, with it being easier to push into her. With every thrust he made sure she got the entire length, the entire push. With raking claw marks down his back, he would have to wait till he could remove his clothes in front of anybody...exspecially Clarice. His latest project girl. But that's okay. Again, this is allllll worth it.
Now it was just getting painful for her, the harder and faster he pumped himself into her, the more her insides ached and from the raw action. This sort of thing was her passion though. A scream, muffled when she bit down on the curve of his neck and shoulder, was one of pain and pleasure being expressed and she grimaced when the brick of the wall scraped up the small of her back where her shirt had lifted. "Fuck," she groaned and suddenly, from above, there was a window opening and a head popping out. A gasp, a hissed threat of calling the police, Jill grinned and moved her mouth to his ear, where she suckled on the lobe, "Hnn, hear that? Been caught," she managed.
Jack hissed to the bite, but it just made him grow closer. As he pumped himself into her hard, and the fact that it just made him grow closer, and closer, and he was almost there...then bam. Caught. Jack looked over and saw the person yelling. He glanced at Jill as he pulled out of her. With a very unhappy sigh. "Fucking A...I hate getting caught..." He glanced at Jill with a devilish smile.
Her back slid down the brick as he pulled out and her legs, numb and tingling, were lowered from his waist. She wasn't able to stand well on her own so she had to lean back against the wall until she felt the strength of her limbs return to her. Her skirt was tugged down, panties left discarded, and for a moment she seemed so dissapointed... but when did she ever give a fuck about getting caught? She estimated they had ten minutes before cops showed up, if at all. "I'd hate leaving you so unsaitisfied," she grinned and within seconds she was sliding down to her knees, placing her hands on his ass and jerking him forward so she could take his length into her mouth.
Jack was grumbling loudly as he was looking over his shoulder. The fact that he got pissed him off even more. Because cops coming would mean possably searching him. Between the stolen stuff in his bag, and the car stealing gear. He would be thrown right into cuffs and jail. He turned because Jill saying someting, but before he could say 'what' she was on her knees, and his shaft was surrounded by a whole new wetness. With a loud moan instinictively his hand grabbed the back of her head.
She lifted her eyes and watched the shadowed expression on his face while she worked him back into a frenzy with her tongue. She was almost too good with her mouth, and confident that in just a few minutes he'd be blowing his load. Her grip on his ass tightened and with the pressure on the back of her head, Jill had no choice but to take in more of his length until the throbbing head was pressed against the back of her throat. She swallowed hard, her throat muscles contracting around the head while her tongue darted back and forth along the tender underside of his shaft. Her fingers wrapped around the base of his length and pumped what she couldn't fit in her mouth.
And was she right about that. She was good at what she did right there. He was already there in that couple of minutes. The fact that she did this though, only turned him on more. As he glanced down with a shaky gasping moan, he had to hold himself up with a hand on the brick wall. "Jesus..fu.." Though he couldn't finish his statement. That was when it was washed over him. It just exploded. He let a loud moan and gripped the back of her hair.
Jill milked him for everything he had by suckling greedily on his shaft. Not that she could swallow everything he had, for quite a bit dripped down her chin and from the corner of her mouth. She managed to swallow a good portion though and after a moment she lowered a hand from his ass down his thigh while she leaned back. She continued to pump him with her other hand until she felt he was unable to give her more, then she went to work cleaning up that mess she made with her rough pink tongue. After a few minutes, she licked her lips and wiped off her chin with the hem of her shirt as she stood. "Delicious. But.. you know, I really have to be going... things to see, people to do. Bye, Jack. I'll find you again soon." She loved leaving him like this, wanting more. Deviously she planted a kiss on his cheek and then she was gone, skittering away into the night as quick as she first came.
Jack stood there in complete awe. She did it again. AGAIN! He fell into it again. She always drew him in...in that certain way he couldn't hold back. he would get her back though. Totally get her back. He managed to pull his pants up reguardless as sensitve his whole lower body was. Picked his bag up and shoulder it. Then he was blinded by a bright light. The kind the kind people like Jack hated. Police spot light. "You got to be fucking kidding me..." then he heard the cop say something about not moving. Jack grinned. And he did the exactly opisite of that. He turned and took of like a bat out of hell, making sure that he left stuff in his wake to be tripped over. Once positive he was clear. He simply made his way home.