Take Me Home Tonight {Jack} [R]

[mia belle rivera]

That was a much different extreme then numbness, completely opposite even. The scars being more sensitive than his skin she imagined wasn’t necessarily meant as a painful sensitive either just more tuned in per say. The mounds of flesh he spoke of though she assumed were usually the numb ones, the reconnected tissues not containing any muscles or nerves to be able to feel in the first place. Mia had no scars to speak of to know the feeling of either side of it and hoped for the sake of not having to go through something to get them she never did.

The chuckle that left Jack’s mouth made Mia smile as she lifted her head momentarily from his chest in reaction to his question, one she really had no good answer to. In all forms if she had been expecting rejection this was definitely not that, at least not yet and that gave her even more courage to work with. “Giving it one more shot.” Was her reply that came out more than just a bit mischievous as she moved down further to another scar on his stomach. She honestly had nothing better to tell him, she didn’t honestly have a good term for what she was doing other than trying to fill the sudden want for him she had. The scars turned her on. Touching him, his tattoos, they all made him a bit more mysterious to her and she wanted to be a part of that somehow, not just for a place to stay anymore but instead to get rid of that physical need she felt inside of her now. “Ask and I will stop, no questions asked, no more desperate advances. Roll over and go to bed.” She moved again away from his torse this time towards his face her eyes locked on his waiting for a definitive answer that would tell her how she was going to spend the rest of her night in this room with him.

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Tag// Jack
Words// three fifty four
Outfit// Pajamas. . . I showed you lol
Notes// Here you go[/size]

[jack morrison wesley]

He watched Mia lift her head up to tell him exactly what she was doing, and he merely smirked at her but decided not to do anything. She was in her own world now, and stopping her would be pretty much crushing her hopes and dreams for the time being. For now, he would let her do what she was doing right now. Besides, it was him who offered her to touch them if she wanted. Well, just touch. Not kiss. But he ignored that last bit of small detail, as he watched her move to another scar in his stomach.

He felt another wet and moist feeling on them as she kissed that scar as well, letting the feeling of her lips permeate his senses and letting her lips linger on them. He looked at her, chuckling again at what she was doing as he lifted his upper body, supported by his elbows and looked at her. “Giving it one more shot, huh?” he mused at her. “It sure looks like you’re taking double for the price of one there.” He added, looking at her; he knew exactly what she was saying and that he knew she meant that she was trying to be forward again.

Jack ruffled his head, thinking about it. Sure he did shot her down earlier, but from what he can see right now, she was persistent, and that she was really persistent about trying to be forward with him. He chuckled at his thought, possibly mulling over her next statement. Her offer was interesting, alluring even, as he watched her. Sure, he had received zero affection from women for a while now, and that even thinking about it would just be slightly abnormal even for him. But here Mia is, offering another go at it. He mused at her as she waited for an answer, which he gave: “Well...” he said pausing a little, before answering, “aren’t you supposed to be kissing my lips rather than my scar?”

TAG// mia
WORD COUNT// 334 words
SETTING// pheasant inn
CLOTHES// threads here
NOTES// tags back

[mia belle rivera]

Jack sat up on the bed propped against his elbows looking like he was in deep thought considering the predicament they were currently in. Taking two for the price of one Mia supposed he could claim she was, in more ways than just one alone but he didn’t seem to mind. Not exactly anyways. Her hand lingered across his stomach as she drew lines back and forth just above the hem of his pants waiting for him to ask her to stop. He had shut her down earlier but not by pulling her away or pushing her off of him, it was purely his words alone. So just because he was sitting there taking what she was doing without any obvious sign of objection, it didn’t mean it would stay that way. Much to her surprise though Jack laughed and Mia moved her gaze back up to him as he asked his question. A bit silly none the less but warranted, and better than anything else a clear message that the word stop at least for the moment wasn’t coming out of his mouth.

Mia’s eyes probably beamed in some sort of naughty excitement as her lips turned upwards biting on her lip. “I could,” was the only reply that came from her mouth as she finally moved with purpose and confidence again throwing her leg over the top of him and pushing her hand up his chest til it rounded the back of his neck running it into the lower part of his hair. Instead of moving to another scar, or another place on his mid body she let her head fall to one side of his neck finding the biggest part of the curve between it and his shoulder placing another kiss there, gentle again but this time a bit more seductive. Moving on top of him again she pulled back sitting up a bit more looking at him with a smirk lingering for a moment as her eyes studied him again before pressing his lips to his in a mixture of twisted pleasure and contained excitement.

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Tag// Jack
Words// three sixty seven
Outfit// Pajamas. . . I showed you lol
Notes// Here you go[/size]

[jack morrison wesley]

He could not really see it clearly, or maybe it was the light that was playing tricks in the dark; but he saw a rather malicious glint of excitement jump up from where Mia’s eyes were located after he replied to her. It was as if those were very excitable words and served as a trigger for her to suddenly turn the heat on towards him. all of a sudden the rather docile young woman evolve into a rather feisty one, and he was so certain that she might turn into something that he should have expected from a girl like her, only more... mysterious.

It was as if a ball of chain had been removed from her legs, as she now exuded confidence in her movements, as she lifted her leg and straddled his waist, while her hands slithered up his chest, before ending up behind his neck. Her head however was what got his eyes averted to, despite all that was happening to him at the moment, as she slid her body and sneakily laid a kiss on his neck, before moving upwards and slowly meeting his gaze with hers. She was smirking at him, looking very much unlike her usual self, before she connected her lips with his.

He kind of missed how a kiss felt like; it was not like he had gotten any action lately, amidst all the driving, fleeing, working and the sorts. He was just a little bit rusty, but he knew that he might keep the kiss in his head. It was rather smooth, silky and seductive, and a little wet. It was also however, slightly contained, and as she pulled away after it, he smirked back at her. “You call that a kiss?” he said, cocking his head to one side, before grabbing her head and pulling her into another kiss; this time much different than hers, more passion, more lust, and very much steamy as he was practically tonguing her as well.

TAG// mia
WORD COUNT// 332 words
SETTING// pheasant inn
CLOTHES// jeans and boxer briefs
NOTES// tags back

[mia belle rivera]

As Mia did hold back just a bit she definitely wouldn’t have called it any less of a kiss as he was implying. The confidence had returned in her but until he had at least returned her advances she wasn’t about to lose herself in the moment to get shut down again. So when the glint in Jack’s eye changed suddenly from complacent to fully invested and just as ill-behaved as her own the spark that he had lit inside her before when he had prompted her to kiss him in the first place turned into a raging fire that consumed her almost immediately.

Feeling his hands wrap around her neck Mia let him guide her lips back into his own as Jack this time initiated the lock between them. Where she had been contained and even a bit timid in her first attempt he seemed to let completely go knowing she had asked for every bit of it. The urgency that was there, his tongue exploring each part of her mouth, worked at her mind, her body still feeling on fire. Her hands ran again back down his chest this time not just feeling the scars across his body but the body itself. The hills and valleys that were his muscles, toned, hard, contracting underneath of her touch with each movement he made. Til her hand finally reached what she was looking for.

Mia’s fingers worked angrily at the button of his jeans quickly undoing it and lowering the cold metal zipper beneath before pulling back again to see where she was at. Sliding her body down his legs she took either side of the hem of his jeans in her hands and pulled them with her til they were around his ankles, working them over his feet, and letting them fall to the floor off the end of the bed behind her.

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Tag// Jack
Words// three thirty three
Outfit// Pajamas. . . I showed you lol
Notes// Here you go[/size]

[jack morrison wesley]

It was like he struck another nerve altogether as she returned his kiss with the same thing that he gave her, just a little bit more evolved, as she was succumbing into his own kiss. He felt her hands going back down on his chest; a different kind of feel now. When previously she was contained, controlled, even docile; now Mia seems to have flipped her burger patty completely; and that is obvious from the touchy-feely hands that was exploring his chest and his stomach. She was probing the land, taking a feel of every inch of his body and he felt at least a bit violated in a fun way.

Not going to go out from that bit, he snuck both hands under her top, as she does so, letting his hands taking a feel of what he was getting his hands on; besides the fact that he was practically being woman-handled by her hands. He felt her own silky skin, smooth and contoured to perfection some might say. Even if his hands was lingering on her stomach and lower torso, he felt the firm and suppleness of her toned body, roving his hands around her body and wound straight towards her curved back.

But she was in her action again, as her hands reached to his jeans and rather savagely unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans. As she slid down to his legs, he felt her grab onto the hem of his jeans and tugged them down slightly harshly, as she hastily removed his jeans and letting them fall off from the bed. He merely watched her as she does her work, chuckling to her as she finishes her deeds. “You’re feisty for a traveller, huh?” he mused at her, as she caught him in his boxer briefs. “Well, you caught me with my jeans down now. What do you propose I do to you then?” he asked her.

TAG// mia
WORD COUNT// 320 words
SETTING// pheasant inn
CLOTHES// jeans and boxer briefs
NOTES// tags back

[mia belle rivera]

Feisty could be one word of describing her Mia thought as she again moved just far enough up to pull the boxers down after leaving him completely stark before her. Stubborn, goal oriented, determined were a few others, even intimidating to some in the bedroom. But he seemed unphased by her fast paced wild ways she thought as her eyes grew in size, biting her lip, as she took every bit of him in. One part now in particular that she had just uncovered thrilled her even more, a bit caught off guard at what she saw, although it was a highly welcomed discovery. “Traveling can be exhausting and lonely, I just know what I want when I see it.”

Seeing it was exactly what she was doing as Mia crawled back up over his uncovered body letting her own hover just above his til she stopped. Sitting herself upright above his torso she shrugged her shoulders giving him a playfully clueless look as she did so. “I propose you could do anything you liked, but I,” she said crossing her arms over her body and reaching for the bottom of her own tank, “will help you out a bit.” Yanking it over her head she tossed her top out into the darkness of the room surrounding them.

Pushing a strand of hair back behind her ear Mia leaned in over him letting her body put pressure against his in all the right places, her hips in particular. She was by no means inhibited in the bedroom, if he knew what he was doing, she wasn’t one to be choosy, so the options were unlimited and endless really. Moving her head again to the side of his own she let her lips find his ear and linger lightly around the opening as she whispered heavily, “Anything.”

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Tag// Jack
Words// three twenty nine
Outfit// Pajamas shorts is all that’s left
Notes// Here you go[/size]

[jack morrison wesley]

He chuckled at her remark, amusing as it seems, it was very true. He had felt the same thing when he was running away from his own self, he was alone, he was cold and he was rather bitter about several things in particular. It was highly pressurizing and he knew what Mia felt when she said that. “Well...” he mused at her as he still elevated his torso with his elbows. “Let me guess; a warm, nice body to touch, hold and squeeze into, as far as your statement is concerned?” he added, chuckling to her as he looked at her.

He watched the brunette crawl back towards him, letting her body float precariously over his own. He could even see the rather shadowy but rather teasing curvatures of her bosom peeking through the top as she settled down on his torso again, looking at him in the process. She gave him a clueless look, shrugging her shoulders as she told him that he could do whatever he liked on her, which made him grin with anticipation. She helped him a little, by taking off her top, revealing her hidden bosom, which was, he admits, pretty perky, and wholesome too. It was nothing like what he ever saw in others, and it was a good thing too. He was more attracted to the bosom rather than the rear end at times.

He smirked at her as she crept closer to him again, giving him all sorts of contact pressure especially on his hips, where her hips also met with his own. He merely grinned to himself as she whispered her suggestion into his ear, although he was already doing so, as he brought his hands up to her chest, fondling and handling them with such manly holds. It was like she fits in nicely into his hands, as he chuckled into her whisper. “Oh, you have no idea how dangerous those words are...” he trailed off, grinning at her as his hands fondled and grabbed onto her mounds with slight physicality.

TAG// mia
WORD COUNT// 342 words
SETTING// pheasant inn
CLOTHES// none left
NOTES// tags back

[mia belle rivera]

For the second time Jack let his hands play across her chest massaging them in all the right places, fondling Mia in a rather nice play between the continued fast paced roughness they had going before and a sense of relaxation almost, the rest of the tension falling from her body through his hands. She couldn’t remember the last time she had been with someone off the top of her head making it either a not so great experience or far too long. No matter what the answer was, it hadn’t been enough, it had been far too long and she needed it for purely selfish reasons.

Feeling the anticipation rising in her Mia decided to take things again into her own hands for a moment climbing off of him and stepping onto the floor of the room with a small creak underneath her weight. She slipped her shorts down over her feet revealing what little mystery there had been left and kicked them aside. The air hit her body immediately, cool and welcome. The heat that had already been radiating from her unbelievable considering they hadn’t gotten nearly as far as she knew things were about to go. Resting her knee on the edge of the bed she leaned in over him letting her lips resume the exploring he had started earlier as she climbed back in beside him. Before actually throwing herself on top of him again though she had a quick change of heart turning to use a free hand lowering herself beside him on the mattress and the other to pull him on his side to face her never once breaking free of him in the process throwing her leg over his and wrapping him in it.

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Words// three oh seven
Outfit// nada
Notes// Here you go[/size

[jack morrison wesley]

He lets his hands fondle her and caress her, this time going throughout her whole upper body as he took a small matter into his own hands by grinding his lower exposed body onto her own lower body covered only in her shorts. He teased her senses by doing that, and not just because of the need to stimulate him or her own senses, but to indicate that she was going to go on with a thoroughbred, a caged animal, so to speak. It was quite a while since, and he let her know that simple point by that gesture.

As he went by her body, exploring it with his hands and appreciating every curve, every smooth texture, even every imperfection that she has on her, which was less; she went off from him and took the single item that she has left on her off, as she stepped away and slid back into bed, resuming what little there is to explore of his own body with her hips. He did his own exploring, probing downwards to her lower regions, grinning at the feel of her taut stomach. It was divine, just feeling a well toned stomach, especially hers. He had to say, she was well sculpted overall.

But as she was going to wrap his legs around his torso again, she switched her mind mid-way, as she laid next to him and pulled him on his side, as he gazed all over her, literally caressing her with his eyes. He really liked what he see, and the feeling hopefully was mutual; and if her wrapping her legs around his lower body was that kind of indication, he was pleased. He grinned at her, as he pulled her by her bum; closing in on her, him brushing lightly on her own flesh as he pressed his lips into her again, giving her the same lustful, steamy kiss, while probing her mouth again with his tongue.

TAG// mia
WORD COUNT// 325 words
SETTING// pheasant inn
CLOTHES// none left
NOTES// tags back

[mia belle rivera]

That kiss. That same hungry, lust filled kiss that he had given her the first time as he pulled her in closer made her body ache this time. An ache that while she had wanted him before, she hadn’t experienced in this perplexity in his presence feeling every part of his body against her, his muscles, his size, everything touching her nothing any longer in between them. Mia’s hand reached down between their legs and tugged on him a bit as she returned the passion between their lips her eyes closed in both contemplation and focus.

Seconds. That was all it took, was seconds for her to break. They weren’t anything more than two strangers who met in a bar, all the in between were unimportant as was the foreplay. Her body craved Jack so badly that waiting any longer would end up in excrutating pain, and time wasted terribly. Letting her hand guide him inside of her she let go rolling him onto his back again as her body dropped to his letting out a small moan in the ecstasy of that first moment feeling him enter. Placing her hands on either side of him she pushed up her upper body off of him again as her hips started rocking her back and forth on top, pacing herself carefully wanting to enjoy every moment fully.

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Notes// Here you go[/size

[jack morrison wesley]

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The kiss somewhat completed everything that they wanted to do to each other as he found out. Mia went down and tugged at what’s between his legs as she replied with the same passion that he did. He returned her kiss with somewhat slight physical force as he turned slightly aggressive in his kiss, somewhat literally trying to eat her up with every tongue action he did to her. He felt the tug as he pulled her body onto his own, as she crashed onto him, letting her body mesh into with his. At this point, there were no ovens to preheat, no words of a poet to whisper. It was just two people pleasuring themselves for the sheer heck of it.

That, and that both of them wanted it badly.

He lets her hand guide him into her as she rolled him back into the bed. As he does so, she entered him and lets her body fall back onto his own, letting out a small moan of pleasure as he entered her. He helped her ease the transition as he slid her body gently towards his own flesh, easing it slowly into her own core. He lets out a soft groan, feeling her every sinew from within. At a glance, she does really need the craving, and that much is showing on her face, as he held her waist as he lets his whole figure penetrate fully into her.

There were no preliminaries anymore as she raised herself off from him and began to slide back and forth on top. She was pacing herself as she does so, and as he gazed at her face it was clear that she really wanted it, and that she wanted the feeling really badly inside of her. The feeling of euphoria, pleasure and ecstasy that she had missed; that he had missed as well, both of them wanted the same thing. He guided her hands that were on his sides back towards his chest as he gently rocked his own, with every gentle pace of her own rocking hips. He wanted to please her, and please her he will.

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TAG// mia
WORD COUNT// 358 words
SETTING// pheasant inn
CLOTHES// none left
NOTES// tags back

[mia belle rivera]

Jack took her hands from the bed beside him placing them back onto his chest and Mia grabbed hold tightly never stopping her movements as he did so. Each time he moved with her, thrusting himself against her, forcing him further inside of her. Her body moved as her breathing became shallow and faster along with her speed no longer wanting to take it slow. She wanted the heat, she wanted the speed, the force, to really feel him and make the aching need to not be so bad.

A cry escaped her lips as she let herself lift and slam back into his body again taking him inside of her completely. His size topped anyone she had been with, it was overwhelming, and wonderful of all things. Throwing her face back at his own she kissed him hard, as not only a means of extending that connection they had in that exact moment but an attempt to keep her cries and moans low and inaudible from outside the room they were in. She wasn’t a shy girl, that included her noise level when she was in the moment but something told her the rest of the Inn might not appreciate it as much knowing the bartender had taken home another bar patron.

Mia’s knees felt like they could buckle at any moment underneath her as much force as she was putting into every movement she made. Everything she did had purpose, and that was the pure pleasure of it, what they were both going to get when it was all over and done. Her speed slowed only for a second as she pulled away from him looking down at what she was doing. The only reason she did so was an attempt to pull back from bringing the end too fast, but as she calmed down a few more notches she again went at it full on, her hips moving at a rate she could hardly control herself, her nails digging into his chest as she set her forehead on his chin and closed her eyes again.

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Tag// Jack
Words// three fifty eight.
Outfit// nada

[jack morrison wesley]

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Jack watched Mia grow and evolve from such a slow docile creature into a creature he shrewdly guessed was her real persona, or what she was putting herself in when she wanted what she craved so bad. Her gentle rhythmic movements became faster and gradually picked up to become less rhythmic and more erratic. He could hear her breath come out in short shallow and yet fast gasps, much like a sprinter on the run. He could hear her pant at every crash of her body on his, and he responded by increasing his own tempo by grinding his hips into her hard.

He grinned rather wickedly as she lets out a soft cry from her lips as she practically was lifting her body and slamming it back down on him. He knew why she was doing exactly that and it was no surprise. He felt rather withdrawn at the small info that had led him to do an adult shoot just to make money. It was a one time deal, and he did not want to go down that road again, even with the messages were coming in for him to ditch his job and take up another gig. No way he was going to do it again, no matter how good the money was.

She stifled her cries with a forceful kiss on his lips, into which he returned with fervour. Mia had not stifled her moans enough though, as she was still stifling her cries under the kiss, although it was now uttered as only some inaudible and muffled yelps. He felt her slow down, watching her look down at the center of their physical connection; and he grinned at her, knowing that she knew what she was doing. Though that did not stop her a few seconds later as she crashed into him again, letting her head touch his, her nails digging into his chest.

He responded rather viciously to her, as he began to buck his own hips hard, with every grind and rocking motion she made. The bucking of his hips made the rather small thrust he could do felt like a hard shot entering her vitals. He kept hold of her by her waist for a while, but moved on to her mounds, fondling them and pinching them rather playfully and rather naughtily in the process. He felt her wrapped around him like a vicegrip and the pleasure erupting from that connection was what he wanted.

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TAG// mia
WORD COUNT// 413 words
SETTING// pheasant inn
CLOTHES// none left
NOTES// tags back

[mia belle rivera]

As if her own movements on top of him didn’t create enough friction between the two of them Jack started matching her own thrusts with his body throwing himself into her equally as hard nearly too much for Mia to hold her own small frame against. Her hair that had been pulled back moments before fell out of its holder and toppled over her face as she flung her head back again to remove it the best she could without interrupting what she was doing.

Jack moved his hands again from her waist back up to her chest taking her breasts in either hand and working them in the same rhythmic movements as their bodies. His tone of his hands were hard, like he had worked in fields for years or done something physical over his life, but the skin was soft and silky playing over her own. Being in control of the situation was sort of intoxicating, she had tried so hard at the bar to get him to this point and never succeeded, now it felt like a rush of some sort of power being here. It was too much for Mia though as she felt a wave of euphoria rush over her body, throbbing in pleasure, and again as her hands gripped him one last time letting out a cry as she topped over the edge. Her movements slowed second by second trying to keep herself in motion long enough to let him do the same.

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Tag// Jack
Words// two fifty eight.
Outfit// nada