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Relief (Jack White x Reader) [Chapter 5]

Author's Note: I have no idea who's about to read this since I haven't updated this since in like 2 years and the Jack White tag has tremendously died down since lol. Seriously, it's like a fucking ghost town in there sometimes. But I got bored and have honestly been wanting to finish this, so if you're still reading this or happened upon it then thank you!

Word Count: 2.6k

Warnings: Detailed descriptions of oral sex, unprotected sex (kinda... you'll see), soft domination

Summary: You're a massage therapist at a high end spa in Nashville and wind up getting Jack White as a client. After having your hands on him for an extended period of time, you decide to take things a bit further.

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"Lie down on the table." Jack whispered in my ear, voice deep and husky with arousal.

I obliged. A cold shiver shot down my spine as soon as I realized he would be taking the reins from this point forward. There was something about his tone of voice when he instructed me to lie down that evoked a sudden sense of eagerness from me. I was almost sure what was about to happen next. I was not only sure, but more than ready for it.

I unclasped my bra before standing up and tossed it to the floor. My nipples were completely stiff after having Jack's cock in my mouth. I looked up at him while he grabbed my hand to help me up. His eyes had briefly travelled down towards my chest, obviously to see what had been hiding under my uniform this whole time. He looked into my eyes before smiling and leaning in to kiss me once more. In the midst of such a euphoric moment, he wrapped his arms around me and picked me up. I instinctually wrapped my legs around his torso and my arms around his neck. His skin was comfortably warm as my hands roamed the back of his neck and shoulders, still lingering with the scent of peppermint.

The feeling of his lips against mine was nothing short of enthralling. He traced my mouth with delicate kisses while placing his hands on the undersides of my thighs to hold me up. His kisses were slow with just a hint of impatience, each one more electrifying than the previous. I gently winded my fingers in those loose waves of his while our tongues glided in each other's mouths. The rush of sensations we felt while kissing were maddening. His desire manifested in the form of hushed hums and groans. My excitement increased as our lips brushed against each other. We hadn't even had actual sex yet, but I still felt the same blissful, head-spinning sensation that occurs when I do.

Jack's torso felt strong and solid against my body. In combination with his arms wrapped securely around me, I felt a faint sense of protection from him. There was something about the way he held me close that made me safe. Within this dimly-lit room, all that mattered was making sure I tended to his needs and made him feel good. As our time together progressed, that feeling gradually evolved into something mutual.

I let go of his lips and tossed my head back, uttering a trembled "oh god" out loud through gritted teeth. Jack nestled himself in the hollow my neck and placed those ticklish-feeling kisses of his all throughout, causing me to slightly part my mouth. I was still soaking wet, this time, ever so subtly grinding against him to give myself a bit of alleviation without completely eliminating all of my arousal. Just barely moaning while doing so, Jack noticed this and seconds later turned and delicately placed me on the table.

Jack took a step towards the massage table and straddled me, careful to land gently atop me. Our communication had become almost totally nonverbal at this point. Our eyes met once again and all I could do was release a shy giggle, trying to contain my excitement as he smiled back and leaned in to kiss my neck again, this time taking care to travel further down and give the rest of my body the same treatment. His open-mouthed caresses steadily made their way down to my breasts as he tenderly placed his hands on my sides. His hand placement kept me comfortably still while I reveled in this docile state. His tongue lightly flicked over my right nipple, clearly a sensitive spot as my chest began to heave and soft whines escaped my lips.

My hips started to buck against him. He had just started touching me and I was already beginning to break down. I craved him. I craved feeling his weight on top of me. His hips hurriedly thrusting against mine. His cock buried in me, fucking me until my body went limp and I was mindlessly begging for him. I so badly wanted all of that. But at the same time, I wanted to be patient. I relished in adoration he was giving my body. He wrapped his lips around my breast while his tongue grazed against my bud. He lightly bit down on it before lazily giving tiny licks along my nipple. He transitioned to the left side, leaving my right glinting with his saliva.

"Yeah, keep going." I breathed. I tried my best to control myself, but he could hear the eagerness in my voice. My hand affectionately stroked the back of his neck. My eyes were becoming hazy while his hands gently caressed my sides in an up and down fashion. Almost as if Jack was trying to calm me down and keep me from any sort of early release.

"Just relax, sweetheart." he coaxed in a whispered tone. The warmth of his hands against my body gave me such a sense of comfort. I loved hearing his brief sighs and grunts while his tongue worked along my body. Every inch of me was on fire. The anticipation of what all of this would lead to kept me shuddering as Jack's lips traced my torso with wispy licks and nibbles. Every kiss he gave to my body evoked some kind of physical reaction, whether it was a desperate moan, a sharp inhale, or me simply squirming with impatience. His lips were down to my stomach, seemingly taking his time to tease me by slowly covering every square inch of me.

I realized he was teasing me in a similar fashion that I was earlier. His hands coasted down to my hips and carefully slid my panties off. Once my final article of clothing had been removed, his hands moved over to my thighs and pried them open with a look of pure hunger on his face. I was slick and completely wet, I was throbbing all for him. He noticed how wet I had gotten and ran his thumb over my clit several times, a needy whine once again left me.

"Oh, fuck." I cried.

He pulled me forward and buried himself in between my legs and started with a slow, yet bold lick. His lips and tongue were hungrily delving into me as he held me down by my hips. The shaky panting that escaped my throat only encouraged him to further work his mouth on my cunt. My stomach began to slowly but surely knot up as sharp, nearly uncontrollable throbs overtook my core. I was in love with the feeling of this man on me: his hands pressing my hips into the massage table, his head in between my thighs, his dark waves brushing against the skin on my inner thighs, his tongue sensually lapping at the most sensitive bundle of nerves in my body, my eyes rolling at the back of my head, and my body periodically convulsing at this intense feeling. All of this supplied my body with an unbelievable adrenaline rush.

"Oh my fucking god," I whimpered. My eyes were still closed, heightening the whole experience. I had become so sensitive to even the slightest touch that being eaten out felt so jarring. My breath had hitched at that initial lick and I had gradually fallen apart from there.

Shuddering in enjoyment, I lazily opened my eyes to get another look at Jack. His eyes were dark and trained on me. He made sure our eyes met while he slipped his tongue in and out. My mind had seemingly stopped working, as all I could do was release wordless cries and moans. His hands gripped me tighter has he continued to bury his tongue into my clit. The pitch in my breathing had crescendoed to pained high-pitched whines. My head was fucking spinning as he ate me out. All of our previous contact combined the sudden waves of pleasure I was experiencing had reduced me to a writhing mess begging to get fucked by the man whom I was supposed to be giving pleasure.

He removed his mouth from my swollen clit and lifted his head, eyes still focused on my lower body while prying my thighs open just a little wider than before. He sighed in contentment. His oiled chest rose and fell with every deep breath he took.

"That's right, baby." he cooed. He stared at me once again with a subtle smirk growing on his face. He longingly stroked my thighs with his veined, pale fingers ghosting over my skin. "Let me make you feel good." I had become so fucking brainless that I could only react with a stuttered "uh huh" followed by a lazy nod in agreement. He was definitely taking amusement in my desperation. He loved that my once professional demeanor had little by little deteriorated into a much more submissive, uninhibited personality. "Only fair, right?" he cutely chuckled, revealing that charming smile of his again.

I focused on his lips, which had darkened to a strawberry-pink color, glistening from having his mouth buried in me. Fuck. That was an image I was never going to get out of my head.

"Yeah," I purred, finally uttering an actual word.

He dipped his head into me once again. This time sucking at my clit, just knowing how sensitive I was. My lips parted, yet no noise came out other than a few tiny hitched breaths. "Jack." I whimpered, trying to get his attention. The way his tongue felt in me made me lightheaded. My body quivered in shock with every suck he took. He was taking all the time he could to explore me with his mouth. His left hand lifted off of my thigh and he slowly slid his index finger in me. My heart dropped and I instantly let a shattered moan escape me, this one much louder than before. My heart rate sped up as he steadily pumped his finger into me. The combination of both his finger and his tongue fucking me made me impossibly wet. I had reached a level of sexual stimulation that felt unreal. He gradually increased the speed of his hand movements while his mouth and tongue remained to flick and suck in smooth, unhurried motions. There I was, totally spread out and panting on the massage table in a complete light-headed daze with a stream of whimpers, squeals, and "fucks" fanning from my lips. The juxtaposition between the two paces only added to my stimulation. I was surely on the brink of an orgasm. Jack looked up at me again, the satisfaction clearly displayed in his eyes.

I felt Jack's hand adjust itself again, this time adding his middle finger and ever-so-slightly opening me up. I jolted up and forward, I felt like I had lost complete control of my body in the best way possible. The satisfied grunts that came from him after acquiring better access practically reverberated throughout my body. His tongue was buried even deeper in me with now two fingers slipping in and out. "Oh fuck, yes, Jack." I cried. Jack lowly hummed in return. It was obvious that I was about to cum. I had tried my hardest to contain my orgasm, but all that did was produce pent up sexual frustration that had to be released. Jack could surely tell.

"You want more, baby?" he whispered in between licks.

I closed my eyes and exhaled "please" in relief. In one effortless motion, his two fingers curled upward and made a smooth, rocking movement. Jack briefly removed his face from me and his glistening lips curled into a closed mouth smile and snickered at my plea. He upped the pace of his fingers, which had never stopped working. "That what you want?" His tone of voice indicated carnal desire laced with just a hint of snarky playfulness. His right hand stroked my inner thigh. "Oh my god," I gasped. He knew exactly what he was doing. "Fuck me." I begged. "Please fuck me, I'm so fucking close." His tongue met my folds again with more bold laps and sucks, still with his fingers rocking back and forth inside of me.

He started doing small pulses with his fingers and no longer could I contain myself. This absolutely did it for me. My back immediately arched, mouth open, eyes shut, head cushioning into the table with the most lewd and impassioned moan I had released yet. It was drawn out while my orgasm hit me with what felt like a sudden wave. My entire body convulsed as I came all over his mouth and fingers, which had become undoubtedly drenched with my cum as he removed his lips from me. His lips and chin were even shinier than before after such an overflow.

I collapsed into the table with a massive exhale. I stared at the ceiling and took a few moments simply to zone out, breathe, and allow my senses to calm. Jack took this opportunity to take a breather as well. In the midst of my daze, I felt a familiar weight on top of my body break my concentration. My head was slightly off to my left side. I felt him give a few light pecks along my jawline and I closed my eyes again. My arms wrapped themselves around Jack's body, hands skimming his back and feeling the softness of his skin. The physical closeness we had in this moment had me swooning. It was pure skin-to-skin contact, no clothing, towels, or other physical barriers to keep us from feeling each other. He felt my fingers faintly running all over his back while I felt his chest rising and falling atop mine. While I savored every little kiss he gave to my jaw and neck, he embraced the feeling of our hips pressed together and his cock getting practically taunted by my folds against him.

"That felt so good, Jack." I cooed in his ear.

"Oh yeah?" he whispered. A few strands of his hair were tickling the right side of my face as I hummed and giggled in response. "Everything you've done has felt amazing, darling." he continued.

His praise made me weak. "I just wanted to give you what you needed." I responded innocently, my hand now fondling the back of his neck. Jack's cock was fully hard again, still pressed against my core and practically begging for me to let him enter.

"Fuck yeah, you did." he breathed.

His hips started to move against mine, "you gave me exactly what I needed, sweetheart"

My lips parted, vocalizing a tiny, sharp inhale in response. "Oh god." I murmured.

Jack exhaled and lifted his body, adjusting his head to look right at me. I spread my legs further in response, gazing back at him with wide eyes that begged for penetration. His breath was hot and heavy, he was definitely on the brink of giving in and completely taking over my body.

"Time for me to give you what you need, yeah?" he placed his hand on his cock and began teasing my folds by rubbing tiny circles in me. My breath hitched and Jack let out a low groan. "God, yes." I moaned. I gave him a brief but lustful kiss to his lips, I could faintly taste myself on him. "Please." I begged. I reached my hand over to stroke his hair. "Please, Jack." I was so fucking desperate. No words were spoken from him, just light panting. Jack looked at me up down, still just barely entered in me. I felt his hips move again, this time rocking forward.

Finally. Fucking finally. Here we go...

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