JACK
hellraiser
risk taker
risk taker
Jack's surrender is the sort that will feel purposely hard-won, the sort that will stoke pride and satisfaction in The Ark for every bit of ground she makes him give up. "Don't threaten me with a good time," he mutters, the words husky and framed by a sharp smile, though the expression flinches into something that fights not to dissolve completely into pleasure as her clever hands release his aching cock, fingers grasping the base of him.
They inch backwards in this half-dance, lips teasing but never quite touching, her desire smouldering and threatening to burst aflame at any second, until his knees hit the side of the bed. And Jack goes down with a shift of fabric and the sound of boots hitting the floorboards where he kicks them off, his shirt following the trajectory of his pants a second later. Only as he peers up at her, eyes like a burning shoreline and all the anticipation of a caged predator, does he realise that her magic is also at play.
Jack's smile, slow and almost knowing, creeps across his face like a drawn blade. "We've got an audience, love," he says, sure she's already well aware.
They inch backwards in this half-dance, lips teasing but never quite touching, her desire smouldering and threatening to burst aflame at any second, until his knees hit the side of the bed. And Jack goes down with a shift of fabric and the sound of boots hitting the floorboards where he kicks them off, his shirt following the trajectory of his pants a second later. Only as he peers up at her, eyes like a burning shoreline and all the anticipation of a caged predator, does he realise that her magic is also at play.
Jack's smile, slow and almost knowing, creeps across his face like a drawn blade. "We've got an audience, love," he says, sure she's already well aware.
full speed ahead
'til i'm dead in the fast lane
'til i'm dead in the fast lane
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
- Click for The Ark!
