It's been a couple days, Jack has been aching to touch me, it's almost sad.
I'm a bit disappointed Jack hasn't let me see his work, he's been very secretive about it but all good things take time.
I'm halted by one of the English department teachers, Mrs Levi.
"How did you do it? Honestly it's astonishing? No ones ever gotten him to do a single piece of work and here you come snapping your fingers?" The kind woman says with happiness in her eyes.
"You've just got to let it come naturally, give them motivation." I smirk to myself, thinking about my hands running up his shirt which gave him goosebumps instantly.
I'm cut out of my thoughts when I slam the door shut loudly as I enter my room wondering how I even got here.
I wonder if Jack has the painting around somewhere.
Curiosity overpowers me as I search for the painting, checking everywhere around my room.
I slump back into my chair feeling defeated wondering where a fuckboy, who has a fetish for older woman, would hide a painting.
I groan in annoyance, pacing around the room.
I'm once again caught off guard by my thoughts when Mr sex on legs steps through the door arrogantly.
Fast pacing towards him, I slam the door shut behind him, pushing him against it.
"Have you finished the painting." I ask almost sounding like a mad woman.
He doesn't say anything, just nods.
"Good boy, Show me." I order him, following behind him.
Which leads me to the store cupboard he pushed me into.
Of course.
He slowly peels off this dark silk fabric from the painting which I'm dying to see.
My eyes widen at the piece, unsure of what to think.
"W-what inspired you.." I hesitantly spoke up, scared of what he might reply with.
"Us." He just stated, staring down at the artwork.
Hoppla! Dieses Bild entspricht nicht unseren inhaltlichen Richtlinien. Um mit dem Veröffentlichen fortfahren zu können, entferne es bitte oder lade ein anderes Bild hoch.
"Jack, promise me you won't tell that this is about us." I move closer.
Judging by the way he smirked, I'm sure he wants to blackmail me with my statement.
"Or what." He spoke back, walking closer towards me.
"Don't get cocky with me little boy, I have this job for a reason, if I lose this to you, you're in big trouble." I threaten, running my fingers down his chest.
"I'm sure we can sort something out." Jack licked his lips at me, I could sense the lust coming off him.
"Not here." I shook my head, trying to pry away his incoming hands.
"Why not? No ones going to find us." He devilishly replied, his face going to the crook of my neck.
His lips attached themselves, kissing everywhere just to find my weak spot. As he kissed it, a throaty moan escapes my lips which indicated it was located there.
"Because good boys only deserve that treatment." I tease, shoving him off me.
"You said I was a good boy." He protested, leaning in once again.
"Good boys would know when to stop." I half moan when Jack touches my neck.
"Stuff good boys." He shook his head, walking out the cupboard leaving me confused.
