Jacks

Cam’s blonde hair is fanned out on my pillow, her arm is draped over my middle and she’s emitting the softest of snores. I don’t want to get out of bed, but I need to get ready to head to work.

What happens now? I’ve made her come multiple times since she woke me this morning with her hand on me, reaching for my cock. I haven’t yet had my fill; I don’t know if I ever will. Rather than diminish the craving, my desire for her has only been heightened by having experienced the joy, the pleasure, the connection of being with her. And if my straining cock is telling me anything right now, it’s telling me to do do it all again.

It’s as if we’re making up for the time we lost when I put that distance previously between us.

Unfortunately, I have to put my cock away now and go to the studio for rehearsals with the guys. I reluctantly move her arm and stand beside the bed, observing her as she sleeps.

She looks perfect in my bed. Fuck! She looked perfect when she was coming on my tongue and when she was riding my cock too.

I shake my head to clear my thoughts and attempt to focus on the task at hand. I need to shower, get dressed, and go to work. But my mind is telling me I have time for another romp in the sack with her.

My cock wins this round.

I can be a little late.

* * *

“I was beginning to think you would never show. It’s not like you to be late,” Mal greets me as I walk into our shared office space.

“Busy day, time escaped me,” I say, feigning nonchalance and hoping he won’t ask me what I was doing.

I’m not sure if I’m able to hide the fact that I’m fucking his sister. I’m not about to disclose that I’m fucking anyone so I can avoid the guy talk, because…awkward. Mal doesn’t need to know that his sister is a wildcat in bed. That she sucked my cock like a champ or that she tastes as fucking delicious as a piece of cake. Nope, not going there.

Besides, I need to talk with Cam first about how we’re telling him. In the meantime, I can't stand holding onto the secret.

“I heard that Cam and her friends were in here last night,” Mal says.

I keep my eyes on the newspaper in front of me.

“Yeah, buncha ladies looking for fun. Like a hen party, but not entirely.”

“They didn’t get out of hand? Cam didn’t try to get all superior because we own the place, right?”

“Nah. They got a bit tipsy, but they were good. One was a screamer. She had only one drink and she was off her face!” I smile, recalling watching Cam with her group of friends on the monitors.

“As long as Cam was cool,” Mal replies, pulling out one of docket binders.

The room is silent until my cell phone pings in my pocket. I pull it out and see Cam’s name.

Cam: Thanks to you, I’m spent.

Jacks: I do what I can. But I know for a fact u helped tire yourself out

Cam: Don’t use logic on me

Jacks: That’s what I do. Now be a good girl and get your rest. I’m not done with you.

Cam: What time do you finish up???

Jacks: Late.

My night is busy. We begin with an all-staff meeting to set out our expectations for the month, outline some new promotions that we’re doing, and hand out the dancers’ schedules for the month. By the time the doors open and patrons pack the club for the three shows we have scheduled for the night, I’m wiped and ready to go home.

Home to a temptress I no longer want to avoid.

The cleaning crew is vacuuming the floors and polishing the table tops as I close up my office and head down to my car. It’s four in the morning and I’m not exactly sure if I’m energized or exhausted. The marathon sex was a great way to start my day and, if I’m being honest, all I want to do is go home and sink into her again. But I need to think about what we’re doing.

My best mate is Cam’s brother – her big brother – who, like all big brothers, is fiercely protective.

Would he approve of whatever this is between Cam and me?

What is this between Cam and me?

I need to be hashing out these thoughts with Cam. Dare, I even say, we ought to define what we’re doing. Maybe it’s too soon to delve into these thoughts. Still, I know I’m walking on shaky ground by fucking with my best mate’s sister.

All my thoughts of right and wrong escape my mind when I walk into the house. There’s a hint of something spicy in the air and I notice the Indian restaurant to-go bag on the counter. The light over the sink is illuminating the kitchen area in a glow as the only light that I immediately see being on. The house is mostly quiet, but I hear sounds from the living room. I investigate further into the space and see the television on, the volume set to a low murmur and the programming defaulted to infomercials. Cam is asleep on the couch holding the remote.

Now, the question is...do I take her to my bed or her own?

I haven’t done anything resembling a relationship in years. I’ve hooked up with women here and there, but my previous profession as a dancer in a revue and my current one as a club owner haven’t allowed any relationships to really blossom. Furthermore, I’ve never had a female roommate. I’m not sure what the appropriate protocol is, but I decide to go with my gut. After turning off the television, I bend with my knees and pick her up from the couch and take her to bed. My bed.

She doesn’t wake as I set her down and go into the bathroom to brush my teeth. When I come out, she’s turned on her side and is hugging my pillow. As I quietly remove my clothing, I watch her like I did this morning. My thoughts aren’t of calming my cock down. They’re of something a little more than lust.

I slide into bed and turn onto my side, so we’re facing one another. I brush the hair covering her face behind her ear and softly kiss her cheek. She hums, smiles and pushes herself further into the pillow.

I roll onto my back, my arm under my head, and drift off to sleep.

* * *

A few days go by of fucking and being close to Cam before I broach the subject of what we’re doing. We should have discussed this from the start, but I want to say I was making up for lost time.

I have a few hours before I need to go into work and Cam is working an evening shift as well, something she’s managed to swap for a few times this week, so we have time together. We’re sitting in the living room eating salad when I put my bowl down and turn to her.

“We need to talk,” I start.

“Shit,” she says with her mouth full.

“Nothing bad. I just think we need to talk, to be on the same page and understand what’s happening between us. For one, we’re already living together. That’s different than any new relationship as far as I know.”

“Relationship?” she squeaks.

“Is that what you want this to be?” I ask, watching her eyes widen as we dive into the relationship topic.

“I’m not sure I even know how to be in a relationship,” she says to her fork.

“It’s a lot like what we’re currently doing. We hang out, we eat together, we sleep together…or not.” I shrug.

“I know what you do in a relationship, but I’ve never had a relationship with a title.”

“So, the blokes that you…whatever with before, you mean to tell me there was never the boyfriend/girlfriend label?” I run my hand down my face. Suddenly, I feel mature and wise for my thirty years of age and there’s something about this conversation that feels weird. Is it because we’re having a conversation about dating? Or is she not telling me something?

“Um, nope.” She shakes her head as she swallows her bite.

“All right. So, do you want to do this? Do you want to be exclusive or are you interested in dating other people at the same time and just keeping it casual?”

“You mean like a poly arrangement? No, I don’t want to be poly. That can be confusing and I would have too many feelings, and what if I got feelings for someone else while I’m with you? Oh my gosh, what if I called you by someone else's name?” She throws her hand over her mouth as she rambles.

“First, there’s not a chance in hell you will call me by anyone else's name when I’m fucking you and I think you know that. Second, no poly relationship. I got it.”

“So, can we not put the boyfriend/girlfriend labels on this for now and just see how things continue to go? I don’t want to rush things.”

“Baby, I think we’ve done this all backwards. I’m no expert on relationships, and I’m not too sure how rushed this is. We’ve known each other for a long time, we lived together as roommates, albeit a short amount of time prior to anything happening.”

“Okay, so how about I sleep in the other bedroom half the time?”

“I want you in my bed. There’s no middle ground on that,” I counter, my tone harsher than I intend.

“Okay.” She replies timidly with a blush as a smile forms on her face.

“There’s another thing I wanted to speak to you about. I’m sure you’ve noticed that I’m…”

“Into spanking, being dominant?” she interrupts.

“That I like things a particular way, yes. I like to be in charge, and I enjoy spanking and, sometimes, rough sex.”

“As long as you don’t leave any marks on me, you can spank me all you like. I actually like it.”

“Do you want to have a special word?”

“Like a safe word?”

I nod and she continues. “I don’t think whatever this is between us is any BDSM shit. There’s no red room and it’s not like you’re going to tie me up and whip me, right?”

“Correct.”

“Then I’m sure if I said to stop or something like that you would, right?” she inquires.

“Exactly. I just don’t know yet what your limits are.”

“No whips, no chains, no marks,” she counts on her fingers.

“Okay,” I confirm, making a mental note.

“And not always pure fucking. I want some of that sweet stuff thrown in there too.”

“Sweet stuff?”

“You know, the type of guy that you portray on the outside. Until the other night, I wouldn’t have pegged you for the dominant type.”

“I can do sweet stuff.”

“Then we have a deal.” She holds out her hand to shake and I take her palm in mine.

“What do we tell your brother?” I ask finally. "We need to tell him."

“Why don’t we keep the fact of us to ourselves for right now? There’s no need to involve my brother. What I do is none of his business.”

“I don’t like the thought of keeping secrets from him. I never keep secrets from him. I think that he would be supportive about us being together, he knows that I’m not a complete dickhead and would take care of you. I think that he would have a problem with us keeping it from him more than anything.” I shake my head.

“At least for now, can we get used to us being an us? I want that time to explore who we are together before coming out to everyone that we’re a thing, just for now.” She says with confidence.

“For now.” My voice reflects my hesitation.

For now.