#feeling inspired

Nope, you were delightfully surprised to see him freshly out of the shower, water droplets cascading down his back muscles. Each droplet makes its own pattern, using its freckled-based skin as guidance. You don't know what to look at first, your eyes taking in as much as you can.

"You're staring, sweetheart," he tooted his lips to the side in a tight, contained smile. He didn't even spare you a glance. Just readjusting the crutch that was under his arm to help him around the house.

You rolled your eyes at his smugness. "Well, some of us haven't gotten the chance to see their boyfriend even a little bit naked," you uttered back, crossing your arms.

He turned around to speak, shifting his weight to the crutch to do so. He must've forgotten how low his towel was, or how high his tattoo was? Either way you saw it, the sight alone muffled out the surrounding noise, including Jack. Even if it was in your sight just for a moment. It was words, inked on Jack's stomach, it was a few inches away from his navel area. The thought alone had your head spinning, you never really thought it would be a tattoo. He just didn't seem like the type.

He must've followed your eyes because they sure as hell did drop with his movement. He cleared his throat, drawing your attention back up to meet his gaze, not missing the way he readjusted his towel around his waist, bringing it higher. Was that a red tint to his ears?

"You're right, that isn't fair." That ever-so-calm feeling he brings was back. The tips of his ears slowly coming back to normal. With his newly discovered ink locked away again, hidden by the soft material of his towel, while using the crutch tucked underneath his arm. He shuffled over to you, the irregular footsteps creaked under the weight on the wooden flooring. His one hand going to your chin, "Want to see more of me, pretty girl?" He raised an eyebrow like there was even a reason to ask that.

"Yes," your bottom lip was gently caught against your teeth only for a moment before jack used the pad of his thumb to free your bottom lip, ghosting over the soft tissue of skin.

"Yes, what?" His voice was low and controlled.

Your voice, on the other hand, was not. "Yes, please?"

He let out a dry laugh, "That sounded like more of a question to me. Do you, or do you not? Sweetheart?"

God, you love it when he was so clear-cut like that.

"Yes, Sir. I want to see more of you." Your hand went up to his towel. Tugging at it like it was a stubborn bow that didn't want to be undone.

"Tch, Tch. Someone gotta learn patience."

He had the nerve to lean down to your ear, while his hand slides across your jaw, letting his thumb glide down your neck against your pulse point, you just know he can feel how fast he has your heart thumping.

"I'm sorry, just… really want to see all of you. The way you seen all of me."

With the towel tucked and secured, it allowed him to place a hand on your waist, guiding you with an uneven step to the bed. He sat down first, placing the crutch to the side, still in arms distance.

"Come, sit right here. Baby" He patted his lap as a silent request to accompany his vocal one. He let out a sigh, a good one, one that seemed like he only lets out around the people he can trust, like you. The thought made your heart flutter and cocoons hatch into butterflies in your stomach. Once you were safely in his lap, his hands, now both free to rest on your hips, couldn't resist the urge to palm your ass while he was there.

He didn't move, not an inch. "Is this your way of teaching me patience, Jackie?" Your hips rolled down against him. Earning you a muted groan and his fingers digged into the padded globes of your ass that threatened to leave a bruise. His breath fanning against the slightly sweat-coated skin not having the luxury of taking a shower just yet. But he didn't seem to mind as his tongue laid flat, licking up his neck.

"Maybe, it doesn't seem like you're getting the message though." He pulled away from your neck. "Stand up for a second and close your eyes."

You gave him a raised questioning eyebrow before you stood up, closing your eyes.

He removed the towel, letting his aching cock finally feel the cool air of the room. You really can't stay still for the life of yourself, watching as you sway slightly his eyes slightly following the movement of your hips, wishing to see your bare skin doing the movement.

He reached out, pulling at the hem of his work pants, he saw his eyes peek open: "Close them, love. No peaking. I don't need to blindfold now, do I?" He smiled to himself, seeing the little bob in his throat as you swallowed whatever you were originally going to say back down. Deciding on a simple head nod, "Sweetheart", there was no real emotion behind it, just a plain statement he knew he didn't have to say more.

"No, Sir. I can keep my eyes closed" fuck a part of you hated how much he craves you. Whether it's forcing you to be vocal, the eye contact, the way he just doesn't shut up until you're fully talked through, it is a trembling mess beneath him.

"Good girl. Take off your pants for me, Sweetheart. Nice and slow," before his hand fully left you, he brought his other hand up, placing it on your waist. Before you could even start, he turned you around. "There we go, Such a pretty little sight." He mumbled to himself, but, of course, you heard, young ears "Go ahead."

'This old perv,' you thought to yourself with a smile on your face. He likes to deny it, but he's definitely an ass man.

You slowly unbutton your pants doing a little sway of your hips, nothing crazy. Just wanting to get his attention, you had it alright the sound of his hands moving against his dark blue sheets.

He leaned back using one hand to balance on, while his other hand went to his thigh. Teasing himself, his loose leg hairs tickling the pad of his fingers before his palm was flatly against his warm skin.

You have undone the button and zipper. Your fingers hooking itself in the belt loops. Your movement had a slowness to it almost deliberately with no attempt to hide it.

He inhaled deeply, his hand finally wrapping itself around his already hardened cock. He took his hand off for just a moment, licking his hand for a little slick, giving himself a few pumps, watching your hips teasing dance to the beat inside your head.

"Didn't know you like a little strip tease action, Jackie?" Your tone was airy in a teasing type of way.

The smooth cotton material felt hot compared to the crisp air of the room. You worked your pants off, gliding them past your hips, bending over farther just a little until you felt like you gave him enough of a view of your panties practically glued to your pussy. Give him a clear outline of your folds. You let it drop and pool around your ankle before stepping out of the pants fully moving them to the side with your foot.

"It's a lot you don't know about me yet," Hun leaned forward, guiding him to step backwards closer to him. "Plenty I want to learn about though." He placed a kiss on your lower back just below where your shirt ended.

"Like what?" your hand reached back to rest on his shoulder.

His hands went up your sides until he was high enough to cup your breast in his hand, feeling the weight in his palm. "Just how good of a listener you can be," one hand dropped onto your stomach, pushing down slightly, gesturing to get you to follow.

You dropped your hand from his shoulder. Now seated on his lap, gasping at the feeling of his length finally coming in contact with your folds. It took everything in you not to grind against him. "I can be good."

"I have no doubt that you can, Sweetheart. Will you? Will you be good for me?" His hips rolled against yours, giving you a little something. He could feel just how wet you had gotten.

"Fuck, yes. Jack, I'll be good." You nodded your head eagerly, as he rested on his shoulder.

"Okay, Honey. Let's put that to the test, huh?" He turned his head to face your ear. "I want you to turn around and face me," he kissed your cheek.

You do as you're told, pulling away from his warm skin just enough to turn around. Your eyes were about to drop to look at his cock, but Jack stops you. His had cupped your chin.

"I want your eyes on me, if you can't take it close them. Understand?"

Shit, he never really spoke to you like that, in that tone. It was always soft and calming. Not now it was commanding that it left no room for actual back talk. "I understand… Sir," you kept your eyes on his. Now allowed sitting down on his lap, your legs were set just outside of his, relying on your knees as your hands went to his shoulders

"Start moving those sexy hips a little, Yeah?" He moved his hips along his length, setting that slow pace. "Just like that. So natural at it baby. Fuck at you go."

You let out a whine, his eyes looking down at your panty covered pussy grinding down against him. His hips buckling against you, the sight of your thighs starting to tremble made him want to abort his whole plan and fuck you here and now. But he didn't. Instead, he brought his eyes up to yours. "I'm sorry, you want to see my eyes, don't you?"

"Mhmm uh" you hummed to focus on bringing yourself closer to cumming. Your eyes were closed and head was tilted back by the time he looked back up at you. One hand moving from his shoulders to the side of his neck. Your thumb rubbing inconsistently against his jaw. While the rest of your fingers were at the base of his hair, weaving your fingers through his grey curls.

"Can you-?" You didn't even get to finish, as if he read your mind. He started to buck his hips against yours, matching his preset pace.

"Of course I can. But I want you to do something for me. You think you can do that?" His words were a little uneven and his breathing got heavy. But he still had that voice, that could guide you through pretty much anything.

"What?" You answered thoughtlessly, mumbling against his neck, deciding to hide your face there.

"I want you to take over. Let me keep up with your pace. Sounds nice, don't it?" He let go of your hips, one hand taking action to pull you away from his neck to see your face. While your other hand goes up your sides, his left thumb brushing against the underside of your breast.

You nod your head. As you let out a shuttered breath, "Y-yes, just a little faster?" It wasn't a genuine question, more like a thought that slipped out your mouth. Your hips roll faster, more desperate.

Using one hand, his hand went under his shirt, unhooking the bra after the second attempt. You helped it take it off, reaching for the hem of your shirt, but he stopped you.

"Keep it on." Both his hands teasing your nipples over your shirt. "You like it when the fabric rubs against you, huh? Sweetheart?"

Your hip buckle messing up your set pace. "I'm close," you cling onto him, his thighs flexing. Your breathing picking up. "Fuck, Baby. I'm cumming" your hips stopped in place, trembling against his lap.

You held onto Jack as you came down from your high. You pull back to see Jack's eyes were looking down. You followed his. That's when you officially see it. Eyes widened. Not only did Jack have a tattoo, but it said 'it won't suck itself.'

Jack smirked. "Take a picture while you're at it."

Hell, if you could even remember where it was, your problem would've been. Instead, you kissed your way down his neck, slowly peeling off his lap to lower yourself. Making your way down past his chest. His hand is going to your hair. Not pulling or guiding, just a place to feel connected to you.

"What's doing, Sweetheart?" It wasn't like he was complaining. But a second ago, you could barely keep your eyes open. Now here you are full of energy, kissing down every inch of his body.

"You got the tattoo for a reason, right?" Is all you say, when you reached his cock, your attention being redirected from the conversation to making him cum. He was closing the light breaths against the underside and watching it twitch up close in person only made his mouth water more.

"Shit, I guess you're right. I'm not going to stop you," his hips jerked up your breath, fanning the sensitive, slick-coated underside of his cock. His hand tightened in your hair before relaxing again. He knew you would treat him just right all on your own.

Which you did, taking him inside your mouth. Starting at a slow pace at first, getting used to taking him inch by inch. You started to bob your head, picking up the pace. He was close, you could tell from his uneven breathing, the way his hips would buckle no matter how much he tried to hold back out of respect. Or the way he looked at you through his eyelashes and heavy eyes.

"I'm close, Sweetheart. Ready for me?"

You hum around his cock nodding your head slightly. Within a couple of seconds, you felt the warmth of his cum pour down your throat.

You slowly pulled off, swallowing ever drop. Opening your mouth, sticking your tongue out showing it was all good, smiling up at him.

He looked down at removing his hand from his hair going to his chin. Thumb ghosting over your button lip, guiding you closer. Kissing your lips. "Did so fucking good for me."

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After a little tcl with him wiping you down with a warm rag, and some water for both of you. You could finally have him in your arms, his body tangled up in yours, his breathing just a little uneven from his orgasm.

After a few moments of silence, you let the question on your mind go free.

"So were you ever going to tell me about that?" your fingers trace the lettering with the tip of your finger. You could feel his muscles flex under your touch.

"The thing I have been regretting for the past couple of years? Never if possible," his hand trailed up the side of your arm. His calloused hand traveling down to your hip as you sat up and faced him. "But I know you will see it sooner rather than later."

"Never?!" You faced a faux pout. "I can't believe you would do that to me." You wiggle your eyebrows. "Oh, so, you had something planned, a grand reveal."

"Please," he rolled his eyes at your drama. "It's nothing special, just a drunken, twenty-year-old mistake. With no grand reveal deserving of it. Probably would've just asked and shown if you said yes."

You wiggled out of his grasp, taking your spot to straddle his hip. "First, of course, I would've said yes. Second, I have to thank twenty-year-old you." You lean down placing a kiss on his lips. "Clear, cut instructions. I think even if I was tipsy I would be able to follow them."

"Easy, Sweetheart. Don't start something you know I can make you not be able to finish." That didn't stop the pulse of his cock, which he knows didn't go unnoticed by you.

"I'd like to see you try, old man," you make your move to straddle him again. "I'm ready for you."

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Extra

"So why did you even pick 'it won't suck itself?' Was there a girl you had in mind?" you teased. It'd been a week since you seen it, but the thought just came to mind.

He was blushing, caught off guard by the question. But not about the phase instead of the reference to it being a girl that was on his mind… but that's a conversation for another day.