JACK
Well isn't that a lovely little relationship building exercise? Were Flora not standing before him, all pert, bare breasts and with her hand wrapped around his hard cock, Jack might have mistaken her for feeling sentimental. "Best of both worlds," he purrs his agreement. "Sounds fair to me." At that moment, however, he's sending static shivering along her body and the flinch of her fingers around him is enough to draw a rough groan from his throat, the captain not having anticipated that sort of a reaction.
Left shivering out a sigh, his cock twitching impatiently in her grip, Jack has no choice but to let that touch fall away, guided back towards the couch as if it's his first time in a place like this. Still, as Flora sashays away in front of him, of course his gaze drips down every exposed part of her, tongue running along his teeth as if wondering what he might be able to do should he 'accidentally' freeze or electrocute the handcuffs away.
Standing before her as he had been previously, now at least Jack can fully appreciate the way the couch lifts and supports every delicious curve of the Doubletake's body, his blue eyes searing their way down her front to the fingers slipping between her thighs. "We'll see," he purrs, watching her every movement like she's doing something reverent, his expression melting into thoughtful consideration, as if Flora might be the subject of worship.
Then, of course, she's manoeuvring him in such a way that allows him to watch his cock disappear into her waiting mouth; and perhaps it's his part of the game that has the captain being so vocal this afternoon, but he lets her know in no uncertain terms that the silk of her tongue is the precisely what he's been hoping for. "You always take me so well," he moans, resisting - just - the urge to rock his hips forward. "Fuck, I want more of you."
Left shivering out a sigh, his cock twitching impatiently in her grip, Jack has no choice but to let that touch fall away, guided back towards the couch as if it's his first time in a place like this. Still, as Flora sashays away in front of him, of course his gaze drips down every exposed part of her, tongue running along his teeth as if wondering what he might be able to do should he 'accidentally' freeze or electrocute the handcuffs away.
Standing before her as he had been previously, now at least Jack can fully appreciate the way the couch lifts and supports every delicious curve of the Doubletake's body, his blue eyes searing their way down her front to the fingers slipping between her thighs. "We'll see," he purrs, watching her every movement like she's doing something reverent, his expression melting into thoughtful consideration, as if Flora might be the subject of worship.
Then, of course, she's manoeuvring him in such a way that allows him to watch his cock disappear into her waiting mouth; and perhaps it's his part of the game that has the captain being so vocal this afternoon, but he lets her know in no uncertain terms that the silk of her tongue is the precisely what he's been hoping for. "You always take me so well," he moans, resisting - just - the urge to rock his hips forward. "Fuck, I want more of you."
you wanted perfect, you got your perfect
but now I'm too perfect for someone like you
but now I'm too perfect for someone like you
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
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