The Own Goal ✔️

Part 107

Late July
Baby tracker 👶
5 months old 🗓️

"I don't want you to go, not really...." I sound weak and needy, but I don't really care, as his eyes briefly meet mine, that little half smirk playing on his lips as he continues to move clothes from the pile on the bed into his suitcase as he packs for the pre season trip to America.
Not that I'd ever want to repeat the reason why we've spent so much time together this summer, but we have been spoiled, long weeks together doing not much in Ibiza, time at home, the wedding, our break, our engagement, the little family party that obviously awaited us on our return to the Grealish house to collect the girls, and now these past few days spent in the garden playing and splashing around in the pool while Jack slowly increased his training and rehab.

"I'll be fine bab, it's more rehab for me innit" he mutters trying to decide between two Nike t-shirts.

"White" I suggest "your training gear is all so dark, take as many light coloured clothes of your own as you can"
I watch him plop the white one into the case.
"It's not that I'm worried about you as such...." I continue, and I'm not. Not really, he's recovered really well, the headaches are minimal now, he's had no more vision issues, his memory is getting clearer.
He just has to not overdo anything.
"It's purely for selfish reasons I'd prefer you not to go" I talk slowly, quietly.....
He's turned away slightly but I can actually tell that he's grinning to himself by the roundness of his shoulders.
He's doing a good job of pretending to not hear me though. I know what he's doing, he wants me to spell it out, that I want him, need him.
The cute sexy twat.
"Guess I'll just have to buy myself one of them vibrators those girls online were talking about"
He turns back to me, the look on his face absolutely far too filthy for six thirty in the morning.

"I asked ya did ya wanna join me in the shower!"

"But that was an hour ago and I was barely awake!" I complain, before adding "I'm awake now"

"She asleep?" He glances towards the baby monitor screen next to me, we moved Esme into her own room recently.

I nod, watching the viens in his forearms bulge as he lifts the suitcase off the bed.

Fuck this, I throw the duvet back and kneel up "we've been together constantly  since the end of may, I don't think I can go more than a couple of days without your cock"

"You've got to used to me cock bein' around every night yeah?"
He reaches me and pulls off the t-shirt I've been wearing. "Stop nickin' me clothes" he growls as he flings the Gucci top on the floor.
His fingers brush against my breasts, my breastfeeding journey with Esme never really got back on track after Ibiza, and when he does that little pinch thing with his finger and thumb I can't help thinking it's not such a bad thing, not when it's now his hot mouth sucking at my nipple desperately, the action seemingly linked directly to my clit judging by the electric bolts I'm feeling.
I grab at his hair, dragging him up to my mouth the ensuing kiss is lazy, sloppy and wet.

"Jack please" I breathe into him

"Jack please wot?" He has a hand grasping my thigh now, fingers reaching towards my aching clit.

"Fuck me"

"Nah" he mouths against my jaw "ya gotta ask nicely"

"Jack" yes, finally his thumb presses against my swollen nub through the wet fabric "pleeeease ah" his perfect teeth graze at my earlobes
"Fuuuuck meee" I splutter, pushing my hips towards him.
His phone pings. Fuck
"Can you leave it?" I beg into his warm skin as I pull at his top to kiss along his collarbone.

"Probably not" he grumbles as he twists around to grab the phone out of his pocket, he holds it up above my head to see the notification. "Cars jus' left walks...they're fuckin' early"

"How long we got?" I watch his face and internally giggle at the fact I know he's now going to be pissed off with the boys in his car to the airport for being early all day, they'll be wondering why he's snappy and moody. He might just tell them and get over it by the time they're in the air, or knowing Jack he could stew on it for a few hours, throwing them killer looks across the aisle.

"Less than fuckin' ten minutes" he moves as if to stand and get his stuff together.

"Plenty of time"

"Wot ya sayin' you!"

I reply by shoving my knickers down and turning around, bending over, head down, arse up.
"I'm ready for you" I look back at him, his eyes darken as he shoves his own bottoms and pants down, erection  springing free.

I gasp at feeling his hands on my hips as he lines himself up "ready bab?"

"More than"

He slams in fully, a shallow moan escapes my lips as he immediately thrusts in and out with force, his hand twists in my hair, pulling my head back slightly, his other hand slaps my arse cheek firm enough to cause to a sudden sting causing me to cry out his name.
"Ya like that?"

"Yeeeah"

"Yeah" he does it again and this time I buck back into him crying out again as he hits my cervix.

"Fuckin' love it when ya take it like this" he's pulling me back further now and leaning forwards,  I can feel his breath on the back of my neck......."ya a fuckin' dirty bitch really...."

"Only for you.......you can do what the fuck you want to me Jack"
He reaches for my clit and pounds into me furiously as he rubs, my wetness allowing his fingers to slide over and around it easily. I'm close, really close when we both hear the ding of the notification telling us the car picking him up is now parked just outside our gates.

"Fuck!" He spurs

"Just let go baby it's ok......"

"Nah, c'mon Chels, come with me......come bab" he pulls me up further until my back is against his chest, his fingers still rubbing me, he realeases my hair and brings his hand to my neck, his arm strong across my shoulder, fingers holding firmly, confidently at my throat, just enough pressure to feel good....
"Come f'me Chelsea" his voice is like gravel. My tummy flips as he somehow manages to power into me even harder.

"Shhhhhit, oh my shitting god Jack!" I come, my legs giving way as he wraps his strong arms around my middle holding me up as he shudders and shakes behind me, just as we hear the beep of the horn from the end of the drive.

I lay naked watching him put himself back together, marveling as he pops a baseball cap on, how can he be fucking spanking and choking me one minute and then looking like butter wouldn't melt innocent the next?

"Keep me updated on the journey yeah?" I tell him as he gives me a kiss goodbye.
He reaches the door before he turns around and his eyes run along my naked form on the bed.

"What?"

"Do ya wan' a present?" He bites his bottom lip.

"A present? What for?"

"A present for you, because I'm goin' away" I narrow my eyes quizzically as he disapears into the dressing room, I hear the car horn again as I watch him open one of his drawers from the open door.
He emerges with a box beautifully wrapped. He places it on the bed as he continues to the door.
"Enjoy! Love you!" He calls as he vanishes onto the landing.

"Love you too!" I call as I hear his footsteps disappear towards the stairs.

I open the box.

It's the womanizer vibrator the girls on the internet forum about him had recommended to each other.......

I smile to myself at the ridiculousness of it all, and allow myself to feel smug that he's all mine.