Jack and claire

As claire climbs into bed, feeling a mix of emotions swirling inside her. She tries to push the thoughts of Tyreal out of her mind and focus on Jack, who's now stirring beside her. "Hey," he says, his voice husky with sleep. "How was your night?" He tries to say in a casual voice despite the intense dream.

Claire hesitates for a moment before responding. She doesn't want to lie to him, but she also doesn't want to admit what really happened. "It was fine," she says finally, trying to sound casual. "Just late night work finishing my work.”

Jack nods and wraps his arms around her waist. He pulls her close and starts kissing the back of her neck, back of his mind he can still see Claire and Tyreal. Claire feels herself relaxing into his touch, letting go of some of the tension that's been building up inside her.

As Jack's lips move down her neck, Claire feels a pang of regret. She can't believe she let Tyreal talk her into that. But as Jack's hands start to roam over her body, she decides to keep quiet about what happened, it was probably the high anyways. "Mmm...I love when you do that," she says instead, trying to focus on the present moment and forget about the guilt eating away at her inside.

Jack pulls back slightly and looks at her with a serious expression, as he was reminded of his dream he just had. "Hey, remember what I told you about Tyreal? Be careful around him. He's not always what he seems." He pauses for a moment before leaning in to kiss her, As his lips brush against hers, Claire feels her body responding to his touch. She wraps her arms around him, pulling him closer as he deepens the kiss. His hands slide under her shirt, caressing her skin as she moans softly into his mouth.

He pulls back slightly and looks at her with a hungry gaze before ripping off their clothes. The room is silent except for the sound of their heavy breathing and rustling fabric. Jack's fingers slide into Claire's wetness, his thumb circling her clit as he explores her. She gasps softly, feeling a wave of pleasure wash over her. His fingers move in and out of her slowly, building up the tension inside her.

Claire closes her eyes, letting herself get lost in the sensation. She can feel Jack's hardness pressing against her thigh, but she doesn't care about that right now - all she wants is to feel this pleasure As his's fingers continue to move inside her, Claire starts to feel overwhelmed. She tries to speak up, but the words get stuck in her throat. "Jack...slow down," she manages to whisper finally. But Jack doesn't listen, as the heat of passion from his dream is drowning him with lust. He continues to thrust his fingers deeper and faster, not noticing Claire's growing discomfort.

Before claire can respond, he pulls his fingers out of her and positions himself at her entrance. He takes a deep breath and pushes forward, slowly sliding his cock into her. As Jack's cock slides deeper into Claire, she lets out a soft moan. It's not the same as before, when she was lost in pleasure. This time, it's more of a mix of emotions - guilt, regret, and still some lingering desire. She tries to push those thoughts aside and focus on the sensation of Jack inside her.

Jack starts to move slowly at first, but as he gets closer to climaxing, his strokes become faster and more intense, as he imagines Tyreal’s hard thrust into her pussy. Claire feels herself getting caught up in the moment again, her body responding to his touch despite her conflicted feelings.

As Jack's strokes become more intense, Claire feels herself getting closer to orgasm. She tries to hold back, but it's no use - she lets out a soft moan as her body starts to tremble. "Oh...oh god," she whispers, her eyes locked on Jack's face.

"Come for me, baby," Jack growls, his voice low and husky. He increases the pace of his thrusts, driving himself deeper into her with each stroke. Back of his mind, he can only imagine claire saying those exact words for Tyreal in his dream.

"I'm so close," Claire gasps, feeling the tension building inside her.

Just as Claire is about to climax, a flash of memory from earlier that night comes back to her. She sees Tyreal's massive cock in her mouth, feels the weight of it and the way he tasted. The image sends a surge of pleasure through her body, mixing with the sensations Jack is causing.

"Oh...oh god," she whispers again, this time more urgently. Her body starts to convulse around Jack's cock as she reaches orgasm. The combination of emotions - guilt, desire, and pleasure - creates a intense release that leaves her breathless.