Disclaimer: this story is NOT part of the official SOS storyline. It's just fan fiction! Enjoy 😊

Part 10 of B-sides

Author: JJ (@JJthatsall)

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"Why do they ha-hate it?" Sana winced at the squeak in her voice as Jack leaned closer, still idly toying with the lace border of her slip. The tiny random strokes shivered down her legs. "I thought it was sad, at your birthday, all the gifts were undecorated."

On Kayden's advice, Sana had just purchased a gift card. When Jack spent almost ten minutes completely unsealing the envelope, she assumed it was a joke as the other guests groaned and placed bets on his time. Now it seemed the joke was on her.

Sana could not withstand the laser focus of his jade eyes. Her gaze darted from the unflinching concentration on his face to the rapid pulse at his throat, widened at the contrast of his broad frame next to her petite form, latched unblinking on his tanned, muscled forearms. His hands were coasting along her body from her fingertips up her bare arms and across her shoulders. They skimmed down the center of her chest, swirled lazy circles around her silk-covered breasts, slipped away over her waist and hips all the way down to her stockinged feet.

"Exactly. So sad. The unwrapping is where the excitement builds. The possibility, the anticipation." As Jack spoke his hands continued their slow journey, inching her slip up past her knees then down the slope of her breasts. Every smooth pass of his broad palms, the subtle pressure of each finger trailed electric heat over her body. Swooping back, snagging the hem of her chemise and sliding it up just a bit. Surging along thighs, belly, sternum. Over collarbones and shoulders, sliding her arms free of the thin straps. He carefully maneuvered the slip to her waist in between her white panties and matching strapless bra. One finger traced the skimpy lace cups.  "On or off, honey?"

Even though most of her was still covered by something, Sana felt completely exposed. Her cheeks flushed and her eyes shuttered and she turned her head away. Jack eased away and slipped her hand into his just breathing calmly, as if she wasn't nearly naked in his arms, as if he could do this all night. A spark of irritation lit her voice as she dared him "Off, please. All of it."

"Hmm. One thing at a time, my Sana."  He nudged her onto her stomach and released the hooks. With her eyes no longer on him, Jack let that mask of control slip in a single slow exhale. One, two, three little beauty marks dotted her back. He wanted to kiss each one, tease the knots of her spine with his lips. But hundreds of sleepless nights had passed while he plotted and planned. Every step, every level, every single first was his to share. So he gritted his teeth and let his hands roam, soothed the bra lines that creased her back, watched her bare skin prickle as she shifted under his touch. Waited for that desperate roll of her hips as she tried to rush him. Waited one second longer because damn if he was going to lose after all this time.

He cupped her hips and pulled her against him, felt her body sway as he outlined her curves, almost like dancing, better than dancing. Eyes closed, breathing in time as his palm coasted up over the dip at her waist towards the soft rise of her breast. Learning by touch because he couldn't look or he'd go blind, couldn't taste or he'd be gone.

Fingers spread to capture every sensation. The tender underneath flushed with sudden heat. The delicate peak thrust firmly into his grip. Her nipples, already tight, beaded up like gumdrops under his thumbs.

"Ja-aa-ack?"

Her lingering question made him growl against her hair. "That's it honey. Don't you see now, all the things you'd miss, racing to the finish?"

He settled her backside over his thigh, resting just so. "You know what I mean. Bet you walked past it a hundred times at school, in the halls, under the stairs. Stolen kisses and make-outs, his hands under her shirt, her riding his knee. She looks like she's in heaven. He looks at her like she's the devil."

Jack cinched his hold around her ribs, pressing her down against his leg. "I'm going to bring you like that this first time. Our wicked little secret inside your pure white panties."

One hand drifted down her side, stroked the indent at her pelvis. He dragged her hips slowly toward the top of his thigh, nestled her back snugly to his chest. The other tightened around her chest, a taut nipple captured between his fingers. His lips and tongue roamed a maddening path from earlobe to shoulder. Sana managed a single shuddering gasp before her hips began to roll as he twisted her back and forth, side to side. The relentless friction at her core heightened by his stroking, pulling, kneading hand at her breasts. "More. Please. Please. Now."

"Move for me then. Show me." She did, pushing, grinding, taking. Her nails sunk into his wrists, holding him captive to her need. So close, reaching. Right there, there and there. Over, down, down, shaking, shivering, caught and cradled. Curled against his chest, warm and limp. "Ohhhh. Oh god. That was so much better."

Jack's low dirty chuckle hinted that she had not said that quietly enough. Her face flamed, apparently brown skin could blush if there was sufficient cause.

"Better than doing it yourself? Hmmm, you thought I didn't hear you at night, begging for a story, getting comfortable in bed? I hoped you were, pictured you touching yourself, wishing it was me."

Sana cringed in embarassment but he tucked her up closer, tracing idle circles around her breasts. Her tension increased until Jack paused and rumbled a questioning grunt in her ear. "I just... they're...little."

Jack angled his head enough to glare at her reddened face. "Are you really worrying about this? I knew I let you come too easy. Next time you're getting a multi."

"I - what?" Even in her shock, Sana remained curled away from him, covering herself.

"Alright. We're having this conversation now, I guess." Sana found herself pulled under his large frame, caught in his steady gaze. "Do you know what teenagers think the first time they get a girl's shirt off? Hello titties! You know what wobbly old folks think on their 75th anniversary when their wife is getting ready for bed? Hello titties! None of them are the same. All of them are great. Because we are all perfectly made."

"Perfectly made in every shape and size. Perfectly made to give and feel pleasure. Perfectly made for each other, husband and wife." Sana's flushed cheeks colored again, this time from his compliments but not for long.

"And if you insult my wife again, I'm going to tell on you. She's absolutely terrifying. The tiniest doctor in the world. You have no idea she's even there until she's got one hand on your balls and the other up your bum." Her indignant glare made him smirk. "Oh, and her tits are in perfect proportion to the rest of her tiny body. Completely insane right?"

Jack nipped her pouty lip and then beamed at her chest with a broad smile. "Hello titties! It's nice to finally see you. I can tell we're going to be great friends." Resting his head in between them, he continued. "I'd like to introduce you to my roommate Dr. Jack, but he's currently unavailable. He does make houseca-"

A sharp tug at his ear. "Jack. If you say The doctor is in the first time we have sex, there will not be a second time."

"Layla said we could use it too." A pleading glance at her face but there appeared to be no leeway on that.

"I know entirely too much about what my best friend does to your best friend. We're not borrowing her lines." Another sharp tug.

"Fine. But I am painting these blue and orange during the playoffs, so we can match. Right now though, I've got my girl's shirt off for the first time and I need to make a good impression."

Jack succeeded with a devastating combination of teeth and tongue, suction and tension that left Sana witless and whimpering. His hands played counterpoint, lifting, moulding, squeezing. Trailing down her torso, over the lace garter belt, flicking one clasp then another. Tracing the edges of her panties, trapping her restless searching hips. Gruff against her throat, "Sana, can I make you come again? Just like before, or..."

Her desperate arching nod was more than he needed. Her hand pushing his under the delicate lace was all he ever wanted. His fingers caught between her thighs, brushing against the subtle textures - soft, smooth, velvet. Dragging the slick heat up and over, down and back again. Watching her legs buckle, welcoming his touch. Sliding gently, too gently - not enough. Firmer, focused, tight little arcs of his thumb making her heels dig into the bed, lifting her core - not yet. Suckling, stinging, biting, hard and hot and shattered - now.

"One more like I promised."  The wracking tremors pulled his finger inside. Silk and fire and so, so small. Stretching, stroking every centimeter, higher against the steady press of his palm. Until her whole body curled and broke under his hand.

Tender lips and filthy words, "Look at you honey. So soft and sweet. Look how tight and wet you are." He raised up, one finger coated with her wetness. A sudden shocking quake rocked her form. "Oh! Oh ffffuuuuu-"

"Shh, no. I'll say it for you." That dirty finger closed her mouth. His tongue followed, licking the taste of her off his finger onto her lips. Whispering into her mouth "Fuck. What the fuck Sana? So fucking crazy, so fucking gorgeous."

He swallowed her fading sighs with one last kiss, easing away to untangle limbs and scattered clothing. Bra and garter belt were discarded on the floor followed by a pair of silk stockings. Jack realized he had completely bypassed those curvy little legs and adorably arched feet. Settling them on his lap, he lightly wiggled all ten toes, then ran one long finger down the arch of her foot. Sana squawked and kicked out blindly, then froze in horror. Jack's face turned an alarming shade of purple and his whole body collapsed in on itself with a creaking wheeze.

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Jack winced at the memory, shifting uncomfortably in his luxurious first class seat. Sana dozed on undisturbed although she had been absolutely frantic when it happened. He'd sent her for ice and escaped to the bathroom to retch and groan. Served him right probably, he had planned a memorable wedding night of firsts. Just didn't think the climax of the whole evening would be the first kick to the nuts.

He buckled his exhausted bride in as they prepared for landing, already plotting a second night of firsts.

A/N: Song for this chapter is Cherish the Day by Sade. Trust me, it's worth a listen.

Tell me what you think cuz I was legit like "Dude, 800 words for what is basically a dry hump?"

And he said "Hell yeah. And then we'll see how many times I can make her come without taking her panties off."

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