When Fools Rush In

Chapter 8 - Dr Jack

Lucy woke slowly. She tried to swallow but couldn't - her throat felt like it had swollen up and closed over. She opened her eyes and went to reach for the glass of water by the bed but she was weighed down, rendered unable to move. It was then she realised it was because she had Jack's arm wrapped around her, his leg wrapped around her thigh. She relished the warmth radiating from him, the soft hair on his thighs brushing against hers. He was spooning her, breathing softly into her ear. She felt a shiver of delight run through her aching, feverish body and vaguely remembered falling asleep in his lap.

She pulled his hand towards her face and kissed the back of it.

"Mornin' bab," Jack whispered, his voice husky with sleep. He buried his face in her neck, his hair flopping over his eyes and tickling Lucy's skin.

"Good morning lovely," Lucy managed to say hoarsely. "I fell asleep didn't I?"

"Yes," said Jack, "you were spark out on my lap so I carried you to bed."

Lucy shifted onto her back and further around to face Jack. He was lying on his side, his head on the pillow, his brown eyes dancing with that glint Lucy loved - that soft, cheeky gaze. Lucy snuggled up to him, breathing in his musky scent thick with slumber. She felt terrible but he was irresistible as he lay there sleepily, his hair sticking up, his lips slightly parted.

Moving closer to him, Lucy realised he was hard. She ran her hand down his chest and onto his stomach. He was only wearing a small pair of black boxers. She rubbed his stomach and then delicately traced her fingers down his snail trail to the top of his boxers.

"Hello morning glory," giggled Lucy, her throat hurting as she smiled at him.

"Mmmmmm."

"Do you need some relief Jack?"

Jack nodded, maintaining eye contact with Lucy. He pushed his tongue forward as he opened his mouth slightly.

"Only if you're feeling up to it bab."

Lucy swallowed painfully. It was like glass. "I can't use my mouth," she whispered, "but my hands still work."

"Whatever works for you," murmured Jack, shifting forward to kiss Lucy softly on the lips.

Lucy shuffled the duvet further down as Jack reached over to pull off his boxers. He discarded them on the floor, releasing his stiff, erect cock which Lucy couldn't resist grabbing immediately. She was sweating with fever, her limbs aching, her throat burning through her neck, but she was easily mustering the energy to slowly and softly run her hand up and down Jack's shaft, feeling him twitch between her fingers.

Jack spat on his hand and moved Lucy's aside briefly. "Just to help things along," he said.

Lucy exhaled and shifted down the bed, her head aligned with Jack's nipples as she rested it on his chest, hearing the increasing thud of his heart rate. She took his shaft back in her hand and slowly, teasingly began to tug it, rubbing her hand up and down, flicking her fingers across the tip and gently squeezing it. Jack moaned softly.

"That feel good?"

"Uh-huh," Jack sighed.

Lucy continued, slowly increasing the pace and the force she was using to pull on his swollen cock, which was now glistening with pre cum. She kept her head on his chest - his heart was pounding and she could hear every beat. Sweat was beginning to gather on his thighs as he shifted around on the bed.

"Oh Jack," breathed Lucy, barely audible with the constriction on her throat, "you're so hard...so big..."

She felt Jack's hand in her hair, sliding his fingers across her scalp, tugging her hair ever so slightly as she began to vigorously rub his pulsating cock.