I wake up with Jack's leg heavy on my thigh. I maneuver myself to glance at his watch, 7am.
There's not been much sleeping going on. My head is throbbing.
Jack wanted to repay me for my invasion of his most intimate space........in lieu of having any lube to hand we drank the champagne in the fridge that was meant for the next tenant..........I'm not sure but I may live to regret that decision, both in terms of drinking far too much and letting him go there without lubricant.
Although as I turn my head and see the remnants of the nearly dry wet patch maybe I provided enough of my own.
I groan, then smile. This has probably been the most hedonistic night we've had since Mykonos. Definitely for me and definitely for us together.
I look at Jack sleeping peacefully, literally like a baby, his sleep face so similar to the girls when they sleep.
Yet he is a devil.
I turn to him, my sides aching from various positions I found myself in through the night.
He was the last to wake me.......my turn now, I'm not ready for this party to end just yet.
I kiss his pouty lips until he kisses me back.
I poke my tongue between his lips until he opens his mouth.
I roll him over, clambering on top of him and grinding against him until he's hard.
His eyes remain shut, but his hands grip at me until finally he springs fully to life, flipping me over.
Head above me his hair flops around us.
"Alright beautiful" he grins, he's definitely still drunk, I remember him now an hour or so ago taking me from behind, watching himself in the mirror, still gluggging at the champagne as he rammed into me until I reached yet another screaming, delicious orgasm.
He hasn't actually stopped drinking yet, whereas I actually had a cup of tea at one point a few hours ago (while Jack stood there stroking himself telling me to hurry up)
"Again?" He asks, his grin like sunshine even if his eyes are mere pinpricks now.
"Again" I demand.
Oooh it's tender as he enters me, we've probably caused me to get cystitis.
"Ya ok?" He stills
"Bit tender"
He looks around, then spots the bottle.
"More champagne?" He wriggled his eyebrows.
Oh, more flashbacks, we didn't just drink it to 'loosen me up' the image of him pouring it down my crack then lapping where it had pooled at my anus, before turning me over and pouring it all cold and bubbly over my clit, my slit. I close my eyes. We've definitely given me an infection, was it worth it? Absolutely.
"Go slow" I tell him as he starts to suck on my breast, just above my nipple, why aren't they hurting actually? I should be sore, full from no night feeds.......
More visions, his head at my breast.....
"Shit no Jack they hurt, they're full"
"I can help ya with that"
"Does it feel good when I do it?"
"Mmmmm"
"What about now" he bites gently at my nipple.....
"Ah fuck......."
"Oh what you doing? Jack have you just spat that out all over me?"
His fucking smirk will be the death of me I swear.
"Yeah, I ain't swallowing it"
"I swallow your jizz!"
"Yeah an' I swallow ya juices, an' to be fair how many times have ya kissed me with ya mouth still full of my cum anyway?" I giggle, he's right. Not that he ever complains.
"Nah, it's alcohol or water bab, I've come too far now, if I stop drinkin' now I'll literally have a hangover on the parade....... especially milk......"
"Yeah but it's not like milk milk....."
"Shut up, d'ya wan' me to help ya or do ya want sore tits?"
"Baby I definitely need a bath after this....."
"You an' me both bab"
He rocks his hips and after a while it's fine, the soreness eases. "Faster" I beg
"Yeah?"
"Please, harder"
He obliges, we're both sticky and filthy. Even his hair hasn't escaped the champagne or bodily fluids.
We come together, noisily, lazily.
"I'm not goin' to Ibiza tomorrow bab, I'm stayin' here an' jus' fuckin' ya forever"
That actually sounds pretty perfect to me.
"As lovely as that would be, we do need to go home to the girls at some point. Anyway we've had this talk, go you'll enjoy it. You need it"
"You honestly sure?"
"Yessss! You can make it up to me when you're back."
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The parade is low key carnage, I'm in the crowd with Kiera, his parents are opting to watch live at home and watch the girls again, Kevan and Jacks mates are somewhere nearby in a bar.
Jack is off his face.
"He's gonna get crucified on the socials isn't he?" I ask Kiera.
"Definitely, but look how happy he is!"
And he is, the weight of the season, the previous season, the doubt of moving have all evaporated from his shoulders, this is the Jack I fell in love with, happy go lucky Jack.
We watch them on the stage. I can't take my eyes off of him.
After the parade we join the team for more drinks, by midnight its clear it's time to get Jack home, he's barely slept in 36 hours and has been drinking for over 24 hours now.
Plus he has a plane to catch in the morning.
We get him in the taxi, I tell the boys going to Ibiza that they better make sure they are ready when the taxi arrives for them.
Kevan helps me get Jack into the taxi "go on Jacky, go home, get a few hours kip yeah?" He pats him on the back as he shuts the door.
There's no such worry about needing help getting out of the taxi. He falls onto our driveway as soon as the door is opened "fuck sake!" I mutter as the taxi drives off and I try to pull him up.
"Ere, nah bab look at the stars, they're so pretteh" his voice is even more wrecked tonight.
"Yeah they are, look come on or I'll have to ask your dad to help me get you in!"
He's sprawled out on the driveway, quite happily star gazing.
"Loooooook at the staaars, loooooooook how they shine f'youuuuuuuuuuuuuu"
"Jack" I laugh, "Jack please don't wake Mia her up" her room is at the front, overlooking the drive.
"And everything youuuuu dooooooooo, yeah they were all yellllooooooow"
"Jack - "
" - are stars yella though, or gold, or Silva?" He starts chuckling "haha like bernadoooooo"
I shake my head "Jack please"
"I came along, I wrote a song for youuuuuu" he's waving his arms about now. I'm going to have to get Kevin.
"Aaaaaand alllllll the things youuuuuu doooooooo"
Thank fuck we've not got close nieghbours because he sounds horrendous!
"Aaaaaaaaand it was allllllllllll yelllllow!"
"Baby, honestly it's beautiful" he's on his knees now, knee walking towards me, arms out stretched.......
"Aaaaaand ya know, ya know I loooooooove ya so" he's pretty much shouting now. I can't help laughing though.
"You've missed out a big bit, that's not even next what you're singing!"
The front door opens and both Kevin and Karen are standing there watching in their dressing gowns. The faces of parents that have seen this behaviour a million times before.
I look at them, laughing and throw my arms in exasperation "look at him! Just look at him!"
"AAAAHHHH AN' YA KNOW! YA KNOW I LOOOOOOOVE YA SO!"
He's right in front of me now, still on his knees, trousers actually falling down, arms outstretched.
"YEAHHHHHH YA KNOOOOOOOOOW, YA KNOOOOOOW I LOOOOOOOOVE YA SOOOOOOOOO"
Kevin and Karen are laughing with me, his face is all screwed up and his eyes closed, he's taking this deadly seriously.
"YA KNOW I LOVE SOOOOO MUCH!"
"Beautiful baby, come on, let's go in."
"Nah nah nah", he grabs my hand his voice is absolutely shot to pieces now.
"Nah nah, 'cos I wanna say right, I want to tell ya, Chels, I fuckin' love ya right?"
"I love you too Jack"
"An' mom, thank you right" he spins on his knees, "thank you for all the stuff ya gave up for me to play football everyweek - "
" - Jack" Karen starts, but he's not done.
"An' dad, thank ya for drivin' me around an' always helpin' me an' that"
He spins back to me "an Chelsea, I love ya, I dooooooooo"
"I know" I smile
"So ya'll marry me yeah??"
"Yeah, of course, one day you softie. You know I will! Come on"
Karen and Kevin help me haul him to his feet "fuck sake Jack, ask her when you're sober his mother tells him as we head inside.