7

"are you sure you should be driving?" sierra asks, suddenly aware that they just shared a drink together. she looks over at him, her eyes wide.

"i'm good. i had two sips," he says.

"but—i know, sierra, but i'm good. i promise," he says, looking over at her. she relaxes the slightest bit at his words and sinks deeper into the seat of his car. she turns up the volume of his speakers and taps her fingers to the beat of the song.

sierra doesn't realize they make it to her apartment before his car is coming to a stop. she sits up and takes off her seatbelt before pushing open the door. she stops midway and looks at him over her shoulder and bites the right side of her bottom lip. jack chews on his index finger, a watchful gaze placed on her. "you... you wanna come inside?" she asks.

jack purses his lips to hide a smile, partly because he was hoping she'd ask, and partly because of the innuendo. "yeah," he says, removing his finger his teeth. sierra nods and gets out of the car, letting out a breath as she closes the door. she walks the short walk up to the door, her stomach in knots as she feels jacks presence behind her.

she fumbles with getting the keys in the door, not only because she's tipsy, but because she can't wrap her head around the fact that she asked jack to come inside, and that he's wearing that shirt halfway unbuttoned. "i got it," jack says, after watching four failed attempts. he takes the keys from her and his finger tips brush her knuckles. she steps back and watches as he gets them in successfully.

sierra walks past him into the house and takes off her heels in the living room. jack follows slowly behind her and leans against the wall, a hawk like gaze on her backside as she bends over to pick up her shoes. sierra sucks her teeth as she catches him staring and brushes past him to go to her room. jack is right on her heels and she stops him as she reaches her door. "uh-uh."

"what?"

"you cannot come in here," she says, blocking him from entering. a playful smile takes residence on jacks face.

"why not?" he asks, putting his hand on her waist and lightly pushing her back into her room. her pulse quickens at the feeling of his hand on her side.

"you play too damn much," she says, pulling out of his grip and slipping into her room without him. she closes the door in his face and leans against it, catching her breath.

"don't take too long!" he says from the other side. sierra smirks and goes to her closet to put her shoes back. she then slips out of her dress and takes off her bra. she grabs the gray SKIMS dress from her drawer and pulls it on, checking herself in the mirror. it is one of the best things she has ever bought, it hugs her body nicely and makes everything look like it's sitting higher than it usually does. 10/10 sierra would recommend.

she comes out of her room to find jack sitting on the couch, his suit jacket off and his phone, keys, and wallet on the table in front of him. he lets out a breathless laugh and drops his head, shaking it side to side. "you can't be serious," he says.

"what?" sierra asks innocently. jack can hear the smirk in her voice without looking at her. he sits up and runs his jaw, his eyes trailing her as she flits across the room. "it's not nice to stare." sierra says, taking a seat in the single rather than the couch that he's sitting on.

"mhm," he mumbles, finally tearing his eyes away from her. sierra brings her feet up onto the couch and glances over at him. his knee bounces wildly and he has finger in between his teeth again—a nervous habit. sierra checks out her nails and lets out a breath.

"you thirsty?" she asks, rising from her seat. jacks head snaps in her directions and his eyes rake over her body hungrily. he knows she's doing this on purpose.

"yeah," jack replies, his voice thick. sierra walks over to the kitchen and grabs two glasses out of the cupboard. she then opens her fridge and grabs the cold bottle of rose. her head is too deep into the fridge to hear jack come up behind her, so she lets out a small gasp when she feels his hands on her hips.

"what are you doing?" she asks, standing up properly. her ass presses against his crotch as he holds her firmly in place, and she can feel him through his jeans. her back arches the slightest bit.

"you want me to stop?" he asks, his voice low. her back is pressed up against his chest and she can feel vibration from his chest against her back and it makes her let out shaky breath. jack slides his right hand over her stomach and to her left hip, pulling her closer to him. "hmm?" he follows up when she doesn't respond.

"no," she says, her voice quiet. jack takes the bottle out of her hand with his left and puts it on the counter behind them. sierra closes her eyes and takes a deep breath in as she presses her ass further into him. jack places his lips against her neck, falling into a familiar pattern. his lips find her sweet spot without issue and start her panting quickly.

sierra turns around in his arms and holds onto his biceps as she peers up into his eyes. she taken back in time to all the times they've been in this situation, looking at each other with such desire and want that it was overwhelming sometimes. like after a show, she'd meet him backstage and he'd rave about the show to her—as if she didn't just watch it—in this exact position, and then he'd stop and look down at her like he's doing right now, and he'd kiss her in a way that sends her heart on overdrive.

like he's doing right now.

her hands are in his hair, and she's backing him up against the counter. one hand holds onto her ass while his other grips the countertop to brace himself against it. sierra slides her hands down from his hair to his chest and starts further unbuttoning his shirt. jack pulls back to catch his breath but leaves his eyes on sierra the entire time.

she gets his shirt unbuttoned and looks up at him. "you've been working out," she states, dragging her fingertips across his exposed abdomen.

jack shrugs, a small smile on his face because he's glad she noticed. "sometimes," he says. sierra looks him up and down before humming.

"come on," she says, walking away from him and towards her bedroom. jack quickly follows behind her slaps her ass as they enter her room. she bats at his hand, but he knows she likes it.

jack slides his shirt off and tosses it onto the hardwood and stalks over to sierra. he pulls the straps of her thin dress off of her shoulders and she pulls it down her body and steps out of it, leaving it in a heap on the floor. "shit, sierra," he groans, pushing her back onto the her and climbs on top or her. he kisses down her chest and starts sucking on one nipple.

sierra whimpers and holds onto the back of his neck as he moves onto the other one after a few moments, and then back again. he kisses down her stomach to the hem of her thong. he pulls them down her legs and immediately inserts a finger into her. sierra gasps and props herself up on her elbows as he slowly thrusts another finger into her.

she moans his name and he leans over and kisses her, thrusting his fingers faster into her. sierra cries out his name and jack kisses her jaw and her neck, sucking right on the side, making her feel too many things at once. that tight feeling knots in her stomach and she bucks her hips, her telltale sign that she's about to come.

"you almost there?" he asks rhetorically. jacks rubs on her clit in a circular motion with his thumb and sucks on her breast again. sierra moans his name over and over, and then grips tightly on his hair as she releases all over his hand. he slides his fingers out of her and her breath hitches at the loss of contact.

sierra watches jack as he puts his fingers in his mouth and sucks on her juices. "oh god," she mumbles, letting out a heavy breath.

"been that long?" he teases, rubbing the inside of her thigh. sierra glares at him and rolls her eyes, even though he's right. "at least i know that pussy is still mine."

sierra lets out a genuine laugh. "please. nice try, though," she says. jack raises his eyebrows at her.

"yeah?" sierra smirks at him and shrugs. "we'll see about that." jack stands up and undoes his belt buckle and pulls off his slacks. sierra crawls up to the top of the bed and grabs a condom out of her nightstand. she is forever grateful that jack was so scared of having kids that a condom was never questioned in their relationship—no birth control or any compromise, just condoms.

sierra tosses him the condom and sits on her knees, waiting for him to make s move. "turn around," he says. sierra grabs a pillow and lays on top of it, getting on all fours. jack comes up behind her and places a kiss on her shoulder blade before lining up with her entrance and only pushing the head in.

sierra arches her back, expecting him to go deep, but he never does. "jack," she whines.

"what? you want to feel me?" he asks.

"yes!"

"you want me inside?"

"yes!" she cries, pushing back against him. jack presses his hand on her spine and holds her down. "please, jack!" she whines, looking at him over her shoulder. the sight of him behind her like this is enough to make her come right there.

"is it mine?" he asks, holding onto her hip. sierra turns her head back to front facing.

"maybe."

jack scoffs and pushes into her, burying himself in her and stretching her out. sierra cries out his name and drops her head. jack finds his stroke and keeps a steady pace, pressing gently against her spine.

sierra moans pornographically and jacks hips stutter. he quickly pulls out of her and flips her over without warning, getting her in his favorite position. he drills into her and her jaw drops open but no sounds comes out. "is it mine?"

sierra squeezes her eyes shut as he slows down his thrusts and places a hand around her neck, applying a small amount of pressure. "yes!"

"say it."

"it's yours jack! it's always been yours! faster!" she moans out, putting a hand over his and tightening his grip. he moves his thumb and places it on her lip, and she slips it into her mouth. 

"fuck, sierra, i'm about to come," he groans. she licks on his thumb and swirls her tongue around it. jack drops his head into her neck and speeds up his thrusts before he releases into the condom with a low moan of her name. sierra follows shortly after him and sighs, her forehead sweaty and some of her hair coming out of the bun it was previously in. 

jack lays on top of her with his thumb still in her mouth. her rolls off of her, removing himself from her completely. he gets up and goes to the bathroom to discard of the condom.

he comes back into her room to see her laying on her side facing the bathroom, a loopy expression on her face. he winks at her and picks his boxers up from the floor and pulls them on before walking over to her and sitting on the side of her. jack leans down to kiss her, rubbing on her ass. he puts his free hand on the side of her face and runs his thumb the corner of her lip.

instead of inserting his thumb, he puts his index and middle finger on her mouth, to see what she'll do. she wraps her lips around his two fingers and sucks on them, putting them all the way in her mouth before taking them out and doing it all over again.

jack licks his lips and shakes his head, pulling his fingers away from her. "you're a little freak," he says.

sierra only smiles and gets off of the bed. she goes to her dresser and grabs a fresh pair of underwear. she slides them on and grabs a tshirt and a pair of spandex shorts as well.

"i dont think that you should work tomorrow," jack says from the bed as sierra pulls a blue tshirt over her head.

"first of all, i'm still going in," she says, pulling on the spandex shorts. she turns around and looks at him. he's underneath her covers with his hands behind his head and a smile on his face. it grows as he takes in her current outfit.

he tips his chin at her shirt. "nice shirt," he says. sierra looks down and realizes that it's his merch—the shirt that says "harlow" across the chest.

sierra gives him a cheeky grin and crawls into bed next to him and curls up into her side, allowing him to just be hers, even if it's only for the night.

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sierra still going in and that's on RHQ... purrr

yeah smut is bad but it had to be written 😵‍💫

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