Just one Night

Eight

At first, I didn't know what to do... and then I realized what I should do. So I grabbed the pillow that he threw at me, and chucked it directly at his face. Take that Jack!

He was already on stealth mode, and he chucked another pillow at me. This time I was prepared, so I dodged it. One pillow down, three to go. He immediately reached for another pillow, once again chucking it at me. I caught it this time, and gently placed it on the floor behind me. Two out of four. That's when he realized that we were at war. Pillow war.

I gave him a devilish smile, and he blushed, his cheeks turning pink...

That was odd...?

He snatched yet another pillow, holding tight as he swung it at me. But instead of hitting me, he placed I right in my hands. His face turned from smile to defeat... Three out of four.

He clutched wildly at the last pillow. I gave him another devilish smile. Not knowing what to do, he jumped at me with the pillow and straddled my hips, pushing the pillow against my chest, holding my arms down. But I got one free, and tickled his side. 

He immediately loosened his grip and laughed, and I yanked hard on the pillow, tossing it to the other side of the room. He instantly froze and looked at me with fear. I started laughing, and rolled us over, my body now pinning him down. He tried to squirm free, but I kept my grip.

"Just admit it, you lost." I laughed wickedly, and he growled.

"No! I won't! Get off me!" He yelled playfully.

"Not till you admit it!" I teased.

"No!" Jack cried.

"Fine... I'll just have to force you..."

"Oh really?... you think you can forc-" Jack clamped his mouth shut when I planted a hot kiss on his ear. Then I gently bit it, causing him to moan quietly.

I slowly made my way down his neck, kissing the soft skin, still holding his wrists. By the time I had made my way across to the end of his collarbone, he was practically panting, letting out soft moans now and then.

"Say it." I ordered whispering against his neck.

"What?" He said, still out of breath.

"Say it. Say that I won."

"Zaaach!" He begged, pushing his chest out to make my lips make contact with his skin again. I laughed and pulled away farther.

"Say it and I'll keep going." I said bluntly. He smiled and spoke,

"You won..." He admitted. And with that, I kissed all the way down to his lower stomach. I bit the sensitive skin by his hip and he gasped, tensing the muscles in his thighs. I could feel his member under my chest, and I wanted to tease him.

So I got up quickly, letting go of his wrists. I got off the bed and he whined at me.

"No... come back!" Jack said, clearly frustrated with me. I smiled at him and said,

"Nah... I don't feel like it." I winked at him and left the room. As I did, I could hear corbyn's loud voice from downstairs.

"Guys! Hurry up! We have an interview in thirty minutes!"

I laughed, feeling satisfied with myself, and went to go take a shower.