drug lord » jack gilinsky (#wattys2016)

fourteen

after two intense rounds of sex, moving from the room downstairs to upstairs, jack and i scrub ourselves clean in the shower. followed by another round in there because he's insane and insatiable.

"i can't stop craving you." jack groans, thrusting into me once more before pulling out.

we're both practically panting, trying to catch our breaths. jack flashes me a panty dropping smile, resting his hand against the glass door.

"can i tell you something?" i ask, my voice soft compared to the loud running water.

"yeah." he replies, leaning down and pecking my lips.

"i like you, too." i grin, kissing him once more.

"really?"

i hum, nodding my head in agreement, "really."

"if you don't stop, we'll never get out of the shower."

i bite my bottom lip, grabbing the body wash bottle to clean us again. he's definitely tiring me out and i don't even think it's past three p.m.

"can we just lay in bed when we get out?"

he nods his head, "yes because there isn't anything else to do."

when he says that, i quickly clean both of our bodies and i can tell he's enjoying me rub down his body. i lather up the bubbles and he washes them away afterward. the masculine scent wraps around us.

i don't plan on putting clothes on after this and hopefully he doesn't either. it'll only tease him, resulting in more sex. jack turns off the shower and i stick my arm out, reaching for the white bath towels.

i hand a clean, fluffy towel to jack, but he grabs both. i'm about to protest before he wraps it around my cold body. he kisses me and then wraps himself in another towel.

"when did you turn into such a gentleman?" i tease.

"i've always been one."

disagreeing, i exit the shower and head straight into the bedroom. i walk to the bed and jack asks me what i'm doing.

"laying in bed?"

"without any clothes on?" he questions. "how can i resist the temptation?"

"take it or leave it, jack."

"i'm definitely taking it." he lets out a raspy laugh.

i let my towel fall from my body before crawling into bed. it isn't long until jack is mirroring my actions. he pulls me up against his body, slowly warming me up again.

"we should really be doing something productive."

"like what?" i inquire.

"like doing physical activity." he smirks down at me, twirling a piece of my hair between his fingertips.

i blush, covering my face in his chest. i'm too worn out to do anything like that against. at least give me a thirty minute break. though i don't do much movement, it's still just as tiring for me as it is for him.