hellooo again miss andy i love this celly concept if you couldn't tell
order two please and thank youu: a cappucino for one jack quinn with vanilla AND caramel syrup (he's munching messily in a hotel room on the road), cinnamon (hair pulling, i swear his hair is begging for it), whipped cream (sunshine/grumpy but he makes her soft), and cold foam (he's BEEN yapping while eating, teammate walks in with a spare key, smth like "bro you're louder than she is when you go down on her" or "where are your manners, talking with your mouth full?" 😚 you choose if teammate joins 🤪 or scrolls on his phone on the bed beside lmao)
if any of this or the prev order isn't your cup of tea (or coffee in this case) pls go ahead n skip it, i trust your vision 🫶 big love n thank u again
i hope this worked! munching: check, hotel room on the road: check, hair pulling: check, grumpy x sunshine.... but jack is the grump, and then i kind of included your "bro you're louder than she is when you go down on her." there were a lot of aspects lol it was hard to get them all!!
Jack has you splayed out on the hotel bed, your legs draped over his narrow shoulders as he devours your pussy like a man starved. His tongue delves deep into you, lapping at your folds in long, greedy strokes that have you writhing and moaning in place.
“‘s been so long since I got to taste you,” Jack grumbles, his eyebrows drawn together. He’s complaining and frowning, but he’s always like that. His actions say so much more than his expression does. He may be looking up at you with hard eyes, watching your every minute contortion and change in expression, but he also spread your thighs and buried himself between them within seconds of you showing up at his hotel room.
He’s been on the road for almost two weeks now. The only reason that you’re able to come into town is because your parents live in this road city and it’s the weekend. You don’t normally plan trips to see your boyfriend, preferring to reconnect with him at home, but you’ve been missing him too much. Evidently, Jack has been missing you too.
“I know,” you reply breathlessly. “It’s been so long since I saw my boy, wanted to see you and give you a treat for being so patient.”
“As if I had a choice,” Jack says. His mouth is close enough to your cunt that vibrations shiver up your spine and to the tips of your fingers. “Fuckin’ job takes me away from you every other week.”
“Shh, J,” you soothe, tangling your fingers in his hair and tugging sharply as he sucks your clit. “Let’s enjoy this.”
Jack groans, doubling his efforts and spearing his tongue inside your hole. It pumps in and out of you and his thumb takes care of your swollen, sensitive clit.
You drag him closer by the hair, using his brown locs as a leverage point. Jack’s eyelashes flutter when you yank, moans washing over your entrance. You roll your hips against his face, his lips rubbing against your slit as you chase an orgasm that isn’t far away.
“Fuck, that’s it,” Jack says, his voice rough. “Grind that pretty pussy on my face. Show me how much you fucking love it.” He seals his lips around your clit and sucks hard, two fingers plunging into your heat, searching for that magic spot inside of you. The sensations have you seeing stars, back arching off the bed as you keen.
Just as Jack is bringing you to the brink of orgasm, the lock on the door clicks and it swings open. Jack’s roommate Mattias stands in the doorway, taking in the scene before him with wide eyes.
Jack lifts his head, his fingers still buried inside of you. “What the fuck, man? Didn’t you see the Do Not Disturb sign on the door?”
Mattias chuckles and closes the door behind him. “I thought that was for the cleaning crew. Didn’t realize you had company, Twos. Or that you like eating pussy so much. You’re louder than she is.”
You can feel your face burning red, suddenly hyperaware of your nakedness and Jack’s fingers still moving inside you. He found your g-spot just before Mattias walked in and has no plans to lose it again, clearly, considering how he’s probing it with careful curling fingers. You whimper, torn between embarrassment and the building pressure in your abdomen.
“Fuck off, Mattias. We’re busy,” Jack growls, shooting a deadly glare at his friend.
Mattias smirks. “Alright, big guy,” he says. “I’ll be in the shower. Just, uh…” He lets his eyes rake over your body unabashedly. “Shout if you need a hand.”
