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“Oh come off it, blondie! You wouldn’t know what to do with a cunt if it was right in front of your nose.”
It’s not a particularly smooth line, but Jack’s already several beers and three shots of tequila down. She smirks at Stede, lazy and more than a little tipsy, and leans forward in her chair so her tits are pressed together. Ideally she’d go bother Ed, but she’s currently busy getting the soul fucked out of her by Izzy—if the sound from upstairs is anything to go by. Jack thought these stupid “girls holidays” were supposed to be fun, but so far all the action she’s seen has been her right hand. Izzy and Stede have been too busy passing Eddie back and forth like a blunt and arguing to pay Jack any mind.
So, she’s trying her luck while she has the opportunity. She’d rather it was anyone but Stede, honestly—she finds the woman boring and prudish—but beggars can’t be choosers, and she’ll take anything at this point. Even a fucking leg to grind against if Stede’ll let her cop a feel.
“I’ll have you know that I’ve never once received a complaint on my… technique.”
“Eddie been teaching you her tricks, then?” Jack smiles lewdly, clit throbbing at the thought of the things Ed can do with that fucking tongue piercing of hers. “Or did she have to get Iz in to show you how to fuck her properly?”
“Izzy didn’t have to show me anything, thank you very much!” Stede’s flush as she says it, sharp and petulant, and Jack feels like she’s found an ace up her sleeve.
“Oh really?” Jack drawls, making sure to drip sarcasm. “I don’t see her dragging you upstairs to make her scream like that.”
Right on cue, Ed’s voice, high and warbling, drifts down the stairs of the stupidly expensive—and yet poorly soundproofed—yacht Stede had insisted on. “Oh fuck yes ! Fuck, Izzy, don’t stop—please, I’m gonna come!”
Stede huffs, and drums her fingers against her knee. Jack has to commend Ed on her taste in sexually repressed MILFs. First Izzy, now this bombshell? Jack barely has to go out clubbing to get laid any more—she can just go round to Stede’s place looking for Eddie, and she’ll end up with at least one of the three bending her in half for the night more often than not.
“Well I never heard you complain! So, no! There is nothing wrong with my and Ed’s sex life.”
“No, no, nothing wrong, as such—but a speedboat ain’t a pedalo, sweetcheeks.”
Jack grins as Stede huffs and puffs, clearly annoyed but knowing that everything she wants to say sounds childish. Jack doesn’t know if it's childish to get upset about your girlfriend fucking her girlfriend on your yacht—and frankly, she doesn’t give a fuck if it is. Ed deserves to have her brain turned to whipped cream by Izzy’s strap, just so long as she invites Jack next time.
Jack picks up what’s left of the blunt they shared before Eddie decided to go have orgasms without her and leave Jack to babysit her tight-ass bitch of a girlfriend. There’s not much left, but she lights it anyway, takes a hit, and ignores the stream of babble Stede’s giving her about why Eddie actually goes wild for their milquetoast, middle-of-the-road missionary.
“—the bond that two people share can be a powerful instrument in intimate matters, and you’ve seen for yourself the bond Ed and I share.”
“Uh-huh. And what about the bond she has with the woman who’s been fucking her like a machine for over a decade?”
Stede flaps her mouth like a dead fish and Jack takes pity on her—kind of, it’s mostly about getting off and less about giving a shit that Stede’s so pathetic. Still, Jack shifts to plop down next to her on the stupidly expensive leather coach, and holds out the blunt.
“Oh come on, now!” Stede complains, through her eyes keep drifting down to Jack’s tits where they show completely through her threadbare tank top. “This is hardly the time!”
“Why?” Jack breathes in a hit and then lets it float up to where she can faintly hear Izzy moaning. “Because Eddie’s a slut, and you’re not, and you’re fucking moping about it?”
“Edward is not—I could— Fuck !” Stede barks the final word in frustration and plucks the blunt clumsily from between Jack’s fingers, crushing it out of shape a little.
Jack watches with a grin already on her face as Stede inhales quickly, and lets her hit go even quicker—like she’s smoking a cigarette behind school for the first time—before she bursts into coughing. Jack hands her the Malibu and coke Ed left on the table when she took Izzy upstairs, and rubs between Stede’s shoulders. She even manages a sort of cooing sound, which sounds close enough to sympathy.
Stede downs half the malibu and coke before she can breathe again without coughing or rasping, but she doesn’t shrug off Jack’s hand, so she’ll call it a win.
“You gotta hold it for longer, in your mouth so it cools. Here.”
Before Jack can convince herself that it’s a bad idea, she takes a hit, and leans in. Their lips barely brush and Stede breathes in sharply, so Jack takes her chance and chases it with the smoke. Stede holds it properly before she breathes it out, slower than last time, and only coughs four or five times afterwards.
“Want another?” Jack offers when it looks like Stede’s just catching her breath.
“I don’t normally do drugs, I probably shouldn't,” she mumbles, but doesn’t move, even when Jack leans in with a mouthful of smoke.
Stede takes the hit, but a lot of it spills out the sides of her mouth, like at a certain point she started to hold her breath. Jack’s about to sit back on her heels and tell her about proper technique, but before she can there’s smoke drifting between them, and Stede’s hand curling in Jack’s hair.
“I feel a little dizzy,” Stede mumbles, but Jack’s already closing her eyes.
She thinks Stede leans in first, but she can’t be sure, and doesn’t care what with the way Stede moans and licks into her mouth like she’s made of pudding. Jack wraps an arm around Stede’s neck and clambers into her lap, pinning her in place.
Stede slams her mouth into Jack’s with a primal force, desperate and whimpering already. Seems like Ed’s been leaving Stede high and dry more often than is good for her . Jack wants to know how wet she is just from a bit of making out. She hikes Stede’s skirt up around her hips and reaches down to thumb at her clit through pretty pink lace.
Someone thought they were gonna get some tonight.
“Oh! Oh God!” Stede whimpers as Jack rubs the lace over Stede’s hole, and feels how instantly it’s soaked.
“That’s it, just relax for me. I can make it all better.”
“You taste like beer,” Stede murmurs breathily, and Jack feels her face scrunch up in response. Who the fuck says that kind of thing?
“Yeah and you taste like that awful red wine, now shut up or do something more useful with your mouth.”
The swell of victory in Jack’s chest only lasts for a few fragile seconds before Stede grins at her, wide and a little feral, and tugs down her tank top so hard Jack hears a few stitches pop.
“Like this?” Stede asks before attaching her mouth to Jack’s nipple and sucking.
Jack expects it to feel good. She doesn’t expect to feel weak at the knees, let alone start humping at Stede’s thigh the second teeth are introduced. Jack holds on to the back of the sofa for dear life and tries no to make too much noise—she can’t let Stede know she’s got one over on her.
“Oh, you really like that, don’t you?” Stede smirks at her, and Jack knows her face is flushed, that she’s panting, so it doesn’t leave her with much retaliation apart from kissing Stede senseless.
Stede moans into Jack’s mouth, low and wanting, her hips seeking friction on Jack’s knee, but Jack’s not giving in that easily.
“Gonna fucking put your smart mouth to use,” Jack hisses as she twists one of Stede’s nipples hard, until she gives a pitchy, warbling moan and goes a pretty pink colour all down her neck.
She doesn’t mean to shove Stede, exactly, but she kinda does it anyway, right in the shoulder, until Jack can clamber up her chest and hover her cunt above Stede’s nose. Stede stays frozen, wide eyed, even as her hands still pet and stroke at Jack’s thighs.
“Knew you wouldn’t know what to do,” Jack snarks, feeling the hot glow of pride in her chest, for a few moments before Stede cranes her neck up to kiss messily at Jack’s clit.
Jack’s thighs twitch and she ruts down into the spark of pleasure. When Stede licks over her hole and up to mouth wetly around the hood of her clit, Jack moans, soft and throaty. It’s quiet, but it’s enough to have Stede moaning into her cunt like she can’t help herself, licking and sucking at in long, fluid motions. It feels like she never stops moving, but Jack never misses the feel of something flicking or sucking at her clit.
“’ack,” Stede moans a few minutes later while Jack is grinding against her tongue, chasing the sparking electricity that keeps zipping up her spine from her cunt. “Jack.” Stede pulls her face back and Jack only barely holds in a whine.
“What?” she huffs.
“I need—will you touch me too? I need it, please.”
“Hold on,” Jack sighs, clambering off the sofa and back on, settling her ass right over Stede’s face. Can’t fucking touch what she can't see.
The wet fabric is clinging to Stede’s clit, and all down her folds, slick and creamy. Jack, moth to the flame, bends and sucks the taste of Stede through the thin silky lace, laving over Stede’s clit until she can hear her moaning.
“Yes, thank you, Jack,” Stede pants before going back to burying her tongue in Jack’s hole.
The squeak of bedsprings starts up again upstairs, and Jack can already hear Ed moaning, so she lets herself groan into Stede’s pussy as she pulls her panties off and goes to town.
It’s easy to fall into a rhythm of push and pull, moaning and getting licked deep and sloppy, before focusing energy back on Stede—on making her keen and lose composure for a second. Every second a tiny scuffle for a moment's dominance, or a moment's pleasure. Jack’s toes are cramping from the waves of spasms. It feels so good she almost doesn’t want it to end, but she knows it has to. Her skin feels tingly and alive with the impending fireworks show.
“Gonna come on your pretty face,” Jack moans, though it’s less of a warning and more a statement on current events. Sweat drips down her back as she throws her head back and groans, deep within her chest, hailed by the angelic chorus of Ed and Izzy just above them.
“You think I’m pretty?” Jack hears from between her ass cheeks—out of breath, and yet still snotty sounding—and laughs. “I didn’t get to come, by the way .”
“Okay, and?” Jack smirks into Stede’s thigh, her legs too much like jelly to be moving for a moment. “Fine,” she huffs when Stede makes a petulant noise. Seeing as she’s stuck here for a minute.
Jack shifts her mouth over a little and suckles on Stede’s clit, moving her lips to shift the hood back and forth. Stede whines like a busted engine, and spreads her legs as far as the sofa will allow. She’s got one foot over the back of the cushions, and the other on the floor, still in its baby blue pump.
Jack pulls back and rubs at Stede’s wet, puffy, pink clit until her hips hitch and then buckle. Until she can watch Stede’s hole clenching around the air, reaching for something to draw inside it.
“Oh, God, I’m close!” Stede whimpers.
“You wanna come, Stede?” Jack drawls with a grin, rubbing the pads of two fingers teasingly over Stede’s hole.
“Yes, yes pleas—” Jack doesn’t let Stede finish, bringing her hand down flat and sharp, plenty of room to work with between Stede’s spread thighs.
“Then, fucking come, slut,” Jack growls, punctuating each word with a slap. Stede wails, loud and brash, and jerks beneath Jack.
Jack quickly goes back to rubbing at Stede’s clit, fingers covered in Stede’s own slick, moving quickly and easily.
“Yes! Oh, fuck, yes!” Stede moans loud enough that Ed and Izzy’ll hear it even over their own noise. Jack smiles with smug satisfaction and keeps going until Stede pushes her hand away with a whimper. That’ll show those two what they’re missing .
“No-no more, I—please.”
“Oh, you can’t take more than one in a row?” Jack teases. She can feel the hot puff of air on her ass when Stede huffs, again. Above them Ed whines, and Jack laughs. “Seems like Eddie can keep up.”
“I can keep up!” Stede squeaks indignantly. “Just, give me a minute.”