Kavinsky kept his fingers fisted, but only as much as it took to drag Jack's head around. Mostly he moved his hips, felt the way that Jack eased himself and tried to relax, and still drooled a bit as Kavinsky worked at him.

"What a messy fuckin' slut," Kavinsky growled. He shifted one of his hands, and slapped Jack's cheek. "But c'mon, Jackie. You can do better than that."