Jack slammed the door, still angry because of the church. Harleen sat on the couch and looked up at him.
"What the heck are you wearing?" Jack asked while he scanned Harleen from top to bottom with his eyes.
"A special something! I thought, we're almost getting married sooo... I'll give you a nice relaxing night!"
"Well uh... I uhm" Jack took a little step back, he couldn't have fun with his girlfriend if he just confessed to God he would fuck a man the next time they'd meet. "I don't think that's necessary..."
Too late. Harleen already took off her coat, revealing a set of lingerie made out of thing red velvet. Jack mouth opened a bit but he didn't feel any excitement.
"And? What you think? Still not necessary?" She shook her upper body a bit, trying to make herself as sexy possible.
Jack shook his head and walked to the bathroom.
"Oh come on! Are you gonna jerk off again?!" She threw a pillow at the back of Jacks head, making him fall against the sink.
He sighed out of frustration and took off his clothes until only his boxer was left. Harleen kept looking at him with a confused look on her face while he came back to the couch.
"What uhm.. what are you up to?" She asked with a bit of a shaking voice.
Jack planted a kiss on her forehead, the on her nose, her lips, her neck, working all the way down to the top of the lingerie string. He noticed Harleens breathing got a bit quicker the closer he came. He wrapped his right arm around her and started kissing her while shoving his left hand underneath the fabric of the string.
"J-Jack..." Harleen shook her head while she tried to get his hand away.
"Ssshh... it's okay..." Jack said while rubbing his thumb over her clit.
"J-Jack! S-stop!" She moaned but stopped trying to pull his hand away. Jack smiled a little and came closer to her ear.
"You want me..?" He whispered in it. Harleen shook her head before biting on her lip and nodding. That was the sign for Jack. He rubbed a finger over her entrance and softly pushed it inside.
"A-aahh J-Jack!" Harleen gasped and dug her nails into his shoulders. Jack groaned while pulling out his finger and pushing in two at the same time. He kept kissing her neck while he felt one of Harleens hands go down his boxers. Not much later she had ahold of the hard thing inside of it and started to jerk it.
"Fuck you're tight.." Jack whispered, followed by a little moan. Harleen suddenly stopped and looked at him.
"What?"
"You're so adorable when you moan!"
"I am not!"
"You are!"
Jack sighed and pulled his hand away. "You had to ruin it, hadn't you?" He stood up and walked to the bathroom to wash his hands.
"Oh come on... come here!"
"No, I don't wanna!" Jack knew this was just gonna be like a parent and a little kid, like every time he didn't want something.
"Here! Now!" Harleen yelled a bit frustrated.
Oh fuck... fuck she's mad... Jack thought while looking himself in his eyes in the mirror before walking back to the couch.
"What you want?"
"Lay down.. on your stomach!"
Jack obeyed and lay down on the couch.
"You're so cute, trying to be a great lover..."
Jack tried to look back at her "what?"
"Trying to be straight as a pole..." she laughed while pulling down the boys boxers.
"W-what? What are y-you talking about?"
She ran a hand over his ass and spread his asscheeks a bit.
"You know what I'm talking about..."
"H-Harls.. please d-don't do this.."
"If you wanna get fucked by your boyfriend you need to know how it feels like, don't you?"
Jack tried to look back again before he felt a finger entering him. He ached his back and let out a soft moan.
"You like that, huh?" Harleen smirked.
Jack felt his face getting red while he bit down in a pillow. Harleen just kept going and was already in with three fingers. She leaned over to reach his ear.
"Fuck you're tight..." she whispered with a big smile while Jack was just holding in moans and biting on a pillow.
"You know... you don't look very amused with this..."
"D-do I?"
"Let's get something bigger!"
"W-what?"
Harleen walked to her bedroom and grabbed her baseball bat.
"O-oh no no no no no!" Jack jumped up from the couch.
