Jack drops a hand to the back of my head, fingers light through my hair. It's not a forceful or demanding touch at all, he isn't shoving me down onto his cock so much as just sort of keeping the connection. Or at least that's what it feels like.

I can feel how close he is, just in the tremble of his thighs and how absolutely hard he is in my mouth. And I can hear it too in the tremble of his voice when he speaks. As far as I'm concerned he doesn't need to ask for permission, but I get the feeling he wants it right now and I pull back, lips slick and sticky and sore already.

"Yeah," I tell him, my come and his pre-come and my spit making him all slippery as I try to stroke him off. "Yeah, please. Please, Jack."

I'm sill no expert at this, but I'm nothing if not enthusiastic and I take him into my mouth again, hallowing my cheeks as I sink down, wanting so so bad to make him feel as good as does me, to make him come, to really feel it.