JACK
Letting Flora go with obvious reluctance and watching with the intensity of a predator as she crosses the guildhall and past the crate to open the door, Jack huffs a laugh and prowls after her, already planning for the rest of the bar to hear exactly what he's doing to Torchline's queen. "How could I possibly say no to that?" he rumbles, blue eyes wild with the Doubletake's need and arousal as it crashes into his own; an unstable tide that drags him out with each greedy pull against his telepathy.
Freeing himself from the tight confines of his pants - and there's something about Flora being naked, open and wanting compared to Jack barely having time to shove his pants down enough to fuck her that makes it feel even more risky - the captain reaches out to snag at the hand that has dipped between her thighs. Encircling her wrist, he lifts her fingers to his lips, tasting her on them with a slow curl of his tongue, before his resolve crumbles and he surges forward into a hungry kiss.
Needing no assistance to guide himself between her legs, Jack lingers for a moment, the head of his cock pressed tantalisingly against her, but gods if he hasn't already overwhelmed himself by writing poetry against her with his tongue, and he fills her completely in one hard thrust of his hips, his hands gripping her hips and gliding up to encircle her waist.
Freeing himself from the tight confines of his pants - and there's something about Flora being naked, open and wanting compared to Jack barely having time to shove his pants down enough to fuck her that makes it feel even more risky - the captain reaches out to snag at the hand that has dipped between her thighs. Encircling her wrist, he lifts her fingers to his lips, tasting her on them with a slow curl of his tongue, before his resolve crumbles and he surges forward into a hungry kiss.
Needing no assistance to guide himself between her legs, Jack lingers for a moment, the head of his cock pressed tantalisingly against her, but gods if he hasn't already overwhelmed himself by writing poetry against her with his tongue, and he fills her completely in one hard thrust of his hips, his hands gripping her hips and gliding up to encircle her waist.
romancing yourself is possible, narcissistic
and recommended
and recommended
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
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