Chapter 46: Flames and Limits

Dusk was tinging Reseda with orange hues when Jack and Sam reached his building, the heat of the day still clinging to their clothes as they climbed the worn stairs. Jack opened the apartment door with his good hand, his cast hanging at his side, his backpack dropped to the floor with a soft thud. Sam walked in behind him, her blue eyes shining with a mixture of relief and anticipation, her denim shorts clinging to her sweaty thighs, her tank top slick with the day's sweat. "Finally," she said, her voice light but shaking a little, closing the door with a soft click. "Away from that school."

Jack half-smiled, sitting down on the mattress that served as their bed, the simple space of the apartment enveloping them in a welcome stillness. "Yeah. Today was hell," he muttered, rubbing his neck as he stared at her, the echo of the gym—her mouth, the fire—still pulsing in his mind.

Across the hall, Tory Nichols was setting her bike aside, her brown-blond hair falling in messy waves. The day had left her exhausted—the rumors, the conversation with Sam, the doubt in Miguel's eyes—but when she looked up, she saw Jack and Sam coming up the stairs to his apartment, their hands brushing, their shoulders almost touching. Jealousy rose like bile, hot and bitter, but she stood still, her fists clenched at her sides. There was nothing she could do—not now, not here. They disappeared through the door, and Tory stared, the sound of the click echoing like a gunshot in her chest. She turned toward her own apartment, next door, her heart burning with a rage she couldn't let go.

Inside Jack's apartment, the silence was broken only by the hum of the tiny refrigerator. Sam stood still for a moment, her blue eyes dropping to the floor, her hands fiddling with the hem of her tank top as a blush crept up her face. "You know," she said, her voice low and hesitant, "that day was intense." She bit her lower lip, her faded lip gloss glistening in the dim light, and looked up at him, a new shyness mixing with the desire pulsing through her.

Jack stood up from the mattress, his green eyes fixed on hers, sensing her hesitation. "Come here," he said, his voice soft but firm, taking a step toward her, his good hand reaching out to take hers. "Are you okay?"

She nodded, her blue eyes rising to his, her blush deepening. "It's just… I've never taken my clothes off for a boy before," she confessed, her voice barely above a whisper, her hands shaking slightly as he pulled her closer. "Even with you, I… I get shy."

Jack smiled, a gentle warmth in his eyes as he squeezed her hand, taking the reins with a confidence that made her relax. "You don't have to be afraid of me," he murmured, his fingers moving up to her face, tracing the contour of her jaw before sliding down to her tank top. "Let me take care of you." He slowly pulled her tank top off, lifting it over her head carefully, his eyes fixed on hers in reassurance as he tossed it to the floor, revealing her simple black bra, her tanned skin glistening with sweat.

Sam took a deep breath, his arms instinctively crossing over his chest for a second before he gently pulled them away, his green eyes shining with desire and tenderness. "You're beautiful," he said, his voice husky, and she blushed even more, but let her arms fall, her shyness giving way to the heat of his gaze. He pulled his own shirt off in one swift movement, tossing it aside, and then guided her hands to the waistband of his pants. "Your turn," he whispered, and she laughed nervously, her fingers hesitantly undoing the button and zipper, pulling his pants and underwear together as he helped, his hard cock swinging free, the impressive size making her blue eyes widen with a mix of shock and excitement.

"You're… too much," she murmured, her voice shaking with shyness and lust, and Jack took the reins again, pulling her down onto the mattress with him, their bodies falling together as he kissed her, his lips hungry but gentle, his tongue invading her mouth with a mixture of care and need. He slid his hands down to her shorts, unzipping them slowly, his fingers brushing the warm skin of her thighs as he pulled them and her panties down, tossing them to the floor, leaving her naked before him, the pink lips of her already wet pussy glistening in the dim light.

Sam covered her face with her hands for a moment, the blush rising to her neck, but Jack pushed them away with a smile, his green eyes fixed on hers. "Don't hide from me," he said, his voice firm, and she nodded, her blue eyes shining with renewed confidence as he guided her. "I want you like this," he murmured, laying her down on the mattress and kneeling before her, his hands moving up her thighs, spreading them slowly as she trembled, her knees rising to expose her pussy to his gaze.

He moved down, his face between her thighs, her sweet, musky scent enveloping him as he kissed the soft skin of her inner thighs, slowly moving up until his lips brushed against hers. "Jack…" she moaned, her voice shy but thick, her hands fisting in his hair as he licked, his flat tongue sliding across her lips, parting her with a slow, hot stroke. He sucked her clit gently, his lips closing around the sensitive spot, his tongue swirling in firm circles as she writhed, her hips bucking against his mouth, her moans filling the room. "That's… there…" she whispered, her shyness forgotten as pleasure took her, her body arching as he licked deeper, his tongue entering her, exploring her wet heat, the taste of her sweet and salty in his mouth. Sam came, her body shaking against his tongue, her loud moans echoing as her blue eyes closed, her face flushed with ecstasy.

Gasping, she pulled him up, her lips meeting his in a heated kiss, the taste of her still in his mouth as she whispered, "Your turn." Jack lay back, guiding her with his good hand until she was kneeling between his legs, her blue eyes hesitating for a moment before slanting, her soft lips brushing the tip of his cock. "I… I'll do it," she said, her voice shaky with shyness, but he nodded, his green eyes encouraging her as she licked, her tongue slowly darting out to swirl in wet circles, the salty taste of him filling her. She sucked, her lips closing around him, her hot, wet mouth enveloping him, her muffled moans vibrating against him as she moved her head, her lips stretched around his thickness, her tongue dancing beneath.

Jack groaned, his good hand in her hair, guiding her gently as she sped up, her shyness giving way to the pleasure of feeling him, her blue eyes rising to his with a naughty glint. She sucked harder, her hands gripping his base, the pace increasing until he couldn't take it anymore, her body tensing as he came, hot jets filling her mouth. Sam swallowed it all, her lips sealed around him, her throat moving in slow, sensual gulps, not letting anything fall, her blue eyes shining with satisfaction as she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.

They laughed softly, breathlessly, and Jack pulled her to him, their naked bodies flush as they rubbed against each other, his still-hard cock brushing against her pussy, her wet lips pressing against him as they moved, her hips rising and falling in a slow, torturous rhythm. The heat of her skin against his was electric, her breasts brushing against his chest, her hard nipples tracing lines against his flesh as they kissed, their tongues dancing in a frenzy. They rubbed hard, his cock sliding between her lips, her clit rubbing against him, their moans mingling as the pleasure built, but he didn't enter her—it was still early, and they knew it, holding the edge even in the flame of desire.

"You're perfect," he whispered against her lips, his body shaking as he came again, the hot liquid dripping against her belly, and Sam came right after, her liquid mixing with his, their bodies stuck together in a sticky, intimate mess. They fell together on the mattress, panting, sweat dripping as they laughed, the pleasure still echoing.

The next day, West Valley High was abuzz with rumors, now updated with a new one: Someone had seen Sam leaving Jack's building early in the morning, his hair disheveled and his smile barely concealed. In the cafeteria, Kyler led the taunts, his loud voice cutting through the noise. "Sullivan, you and LaRusso spent the night together, right? What were you guys doing there?"

Jack, sitting with a bottle of water in his good hand, looked up, his jaw clenching. "Kyler, shut up before I shut you up," he said, his voice firm, heat rising to his face as he remembered that night—Sam's mouth, the way they'd rubbed against each other.

Sam, beside him, tossed his hair back, his blue eyes flashing with challenge. "He has nothing to do, Jack. Ignore him."

The whispers continued, a wave that Jack and Sam couldn't stop, but they exchanged a look, their fingers brushing under the table. "Together," she whispered, her blue eyes shining with promise, and he nodded, the fire from the night before still burning between them.