Gold Rush

Just Sex

Jack kept his head down but his hand was firmly placed in the small of Sophie's back.
She hurried them both inside the building, bypassing the lift and headed straight for the stairwell.

'Ya makin' me work today' he puffed, taking two steps at a time.
'unbelievable...you're a professional athlete and you're complaining about a few floors of stairs' Sophie mocked as she looked over her shoulder at him.
He responded in those trademark gravelly tones, 'Now don't be cheeky you, or I'll hafta punish ya'
She playfully squealed as he slapped a firm palm on her bum. They climbed a couple more steps and walked down the small corridor, before stopping at her front door.

Fumbling clumsily with her keys, Sophie was suddenly nervous and heavily aware of Jack's presence behind her. She turned around, properly looking at him in the harsh lighting, hiding in his hoodie and cap, before chuckling to herself. He raised his eyebrow and she could almost hear the, 'wot' response.

'Right you, get inside, yer a cheeky git tonight', Sophie carried on laughing as she pushed the door open and felt his warm body pressing against her, easing her inside. She flicked the lights on, allowing a warm glow to fill the small flat.

There was a spare room to the left filled with the usual large wardrobes and dressing table - scattered with perfume and make up. To his right, A closed door which he presumed was Sophie's bedroom. He followed her past the bathroom and into an open plan living / dining room, with a kitchen branching off to his left. French doors situated at the far side of the lounge, which led the way to the small balcony that he'd noticed in the car park.

'You want a drink, Jack?' Sophie questioned from the fridge.

'Yeh, woteva you've got will be fine'.

He continued walking around the lounge, taking it all in, soaking in her atmosphere. He stopped in front of a large bookcase, which spilled with medical textbooks. Some terms he recognised.. 'sports medicine', 'physiotherapy'.. and some (a lot) he didn't.

'You're a smart cookie, ain't ya?' He shouted into the kitchen, running a single finger along the spine of a weighty book.

'Depends how you define smart, Grealish.. I am here with you after all'

She appeared behind him holding 2 large glasses of Rosé wine, he accepted and wrapped his thick fingers around the delicate stem.

Sophie took a long sip, but never took her eyes off him.
'My wine choices are very basic and my wine knowledge is even more basic. I'm afraid this is the result of an Asda quick buy one evening after work.'

'Hey, now you can't go wrong with abit of Asda' he winked as he pressed the glass against his mouth and gulped down the tangy, smooth liquid. It made his lips smack together a few times. She was still looking at him, he'd noticed her eyes had changed since she walked back in, pupils dilated once more, her usual light green eyes now emerald. Her face flushed, it was as if everything had been sharpened. All of those little details now suddenly and obviously apparent.

He'd awoken something within her. A need that only he could tend to. A scratch that only he could itch. After each fix she needed another hit again as soon as physically possible. He was a drug. A perfectly defined, charismatic, impossible to forget, bad but so very exquisite, drug.

He sensed the air change. Jack took Sophie's glass from her hand and placed both drinks on the nearby dining table. He turned back to her, lightly stroking the dark strands of hair away from her face. Noticing her nostrils flare as she took a deep breath through her nose and closed her eyes, head tipping back slightly as if she was breathing him in. Each of her senses responding to him, just like he knew they would.

He knew what effect he had on her. He liked it.
That feeling was his drug. Hence his past escapades.
He appeared simple on the surface, but he was so much more than that. His body and mind so heavily intertwined, completely aware of the way he made other people feel.
She was completely at his mercy.
An intelligent woman like this, brought to her knees by him, just merely by being in his presence.

Their individual bodies took over for the second time that day.
They were soon hidden beneath a tangle of limbs and breathy demands.
Sophie prized her lips away from his.. 'I need you'.
She almost felt emotional as these overwhelming feelings and hormones flooded throughout her body once more.
Jack hungrily tugged at her clothes, she aided him in a hurried effort at stripping her down so her underwear was exposed. He removed every item of clothing from his body and sat himself down on the couch. Sophie focused on those hairy thighs. So muscular, so thick and splayed wide open, inviting her in.

He pulled her on top of him and she immediately started grinding against his dick, the feel of the material on his shaft sent him wild, his entire body already pulsing.

'Get ya bra off' he ordered

Sophie obliged and he cupped her breast, causing her nipples to pucker in his line of view. His wet, hot tongue circled and sucked them. She roughly tipped his chin up with her hands on either side of his jaw and forced her tongue into his mouth then between his teeth until he met her with his own.
Nah it was no good.
He was going to explode beneath her at this rate.

'Sit on it' he demanded again, holding his base with one hand and pushing her knickers to the side of her opening with the other.
There was no time to waste with taking off more fuckin' clothes.
His animalistic need now taking over.

Sophie hovered herself teasingly above him, the shine of pre-cum pooled at the top of his swollen tip.

'Now.' He growled

She hesitated and grinned devilishly at him.

'Ahh so I am gonna hafta punish ya.. that's what ya want is it?'

'Yes Jack, that's what I want.'

'Good girl..' He mirrored her grin and with one swift movement she allowed herself to be filled with his girth. The look on his face as she took him in was irreplaceable.
That was the real drug.
She grabbed his left hand which was holding her bum and held it to her throat, letting him know it was okay, she wanted it. She needed it.

He wrapped one hand firmly around Sophie's neck and instinctively bucked his hips quickly beneath her, feeling her voice box vibrating under his firm grip as she expelled noises she'd not heard come from herself before.

Sophie felt that familiar sensation building as his hand lightly squeezed her neck. She was so close. Her swollen clit repeatedly came into contact with his pubic bone and the metaphorical walls came crashing down.

'Ja-a-ack'

She felt herself flooding inside and contracting around his hardness, Jack flung his head back against the couch, letting out a loud, deep grunt and quickly came to his own blissful end. 

He moved his hand from her neck and cradled her face. Feeling her head relax in his palm, he pulled her closer.. eager to kiss and taste the contented smile on her face.

Sophie pushed his now sweaty curtains back and held them away from his face, noticing those almond eyes peeping through his long lashes.

She could almost feel her heart swell as she looked down at him.
Nope.
Not that feeling.
It's just hormones.
Just sex.