Gold Rush

Parade: Part 1

"Wot", Jack questioned Sophie with a smirk through the reflection of the full length mirror, she'd joined him in the walk in wardrobe, giggling away to herself.

"Wot ya laughin' for!!", he asked Sophie again with a deep chuckle.

Jack had balls, she'd give him that. His fashion choices should be a true disaster, but on him, it somehow worked. Every single time.

She looked him up and down, taking in the little things that just made him unique... on one arm he'd layered sentimental and luxury.. the handmade beaded 'courage', 'strength' and 'happiness' bracelets that his younger sister had made for him clung to his wrist, tangling up with the delicate gold Van Cleef. On his other arm, rested a chunky silver Rolex, with a trusty black hairband wrapped around his wrist, just above the watch.

Sophie carried on looking at him.. colourful trainers, black City tracksuit bottoms and the brand new home shirt for the 22/23 season, with the back reading 'CHAMPIONS 21/22' in gold lettering. Their latest league title forever immortalised into a shirt. Everyone in the team had one, including Pep, the back room staff, basically anyone who'd provided any input and support this season. The win was a team effort.

"It's just...you", she shook her head, unable to hide her smile as she delicately untwisted the beige cross-body strap that was nestled between his shoulder blades. The little satchel rested just below his ribs.

"What do you even need a bag for?", she quizzed.

"Umm... my phone... sunglasses... don't trust myself with jus' pockets, do I?", he let out a little chuckle.

Sophie gently spun him around and lightly tapped her fingers on his chest, she was eye level with the pearls dangling around his neck.
"You. Grealish. Never change."

"Me?", his deep voice vibrated, "Nah. Neva."

Jack held her close, hands gripping her waist, stubble grazing against her jaw, lips gently kissing her neck.

"It's almost time to go, Jack", Sophie made the most weak and quite frankly, lame attempt to diffuse the situation.

"Hmmm.. I know, I know..", his kisses grew hungrier as he planted them across her throat and over to the other side of her neck. She couldn't stop the soft groans escaping her mouth or her heart from thudding.

When he finally came up for air, Sophie found herself face-to-face with him, his playful eyes had darkened and her breath kept annoyingly catching in her throat, even after all of this time.

She dropped her eyes, this made Jack smile, and gave him the confirmation he thought he needed to push the bulge in his trousers against her leg.

Jesus Christ. Sophie immediately felt the familiar violent rush of nausea and desire that seemed to combine together whenever he turned it on. She was a total goner.

They really had to get ready and be out of the door soon, they had a parade to get through. Fans to see. People to greet. Drinks to sink.

"We really.. we'd really better be...", Jack's needy kisses once again drowned out her half arsed attempt at stopping this in its tracks. But she didn't want it to stop.

"Mmhm. I guess we really should.", he pulled away, but left his face really close. The end of his nose almost touching hers. Sophie felt reasonably calm on the surface, but under that she was pleasurably, desperately breathless.

Subconsciously, she willed him him to carry on.
Finish the job, Jack.

"Naaah.. Fuck the parade", he spat out the exact same words, as if he'd had instant access to her thoughts as they buzzed through her mind. This just in. Breaking news.

It all happened so fast, and before Sophie knew it, they were in their bedroom.. she was laying flat on her back, nestled on top of the marshmallow duvet. Completely at his mercy.

Jack's hands roamed all over as he leant over her writhing body, fizzing in anticipation. His soft curtained face flushed with arousal and adrenaline.
Needy. Desperate.

'Turn around. And bend over.", he huskily commanded, his Birmingham twang stronger than ever. Jack tugged at his trousers until they fell to his ankles and stood at the end of the bed watching Sophie flip herself over, holding himself.
Stroking himself.

He wasted no time sinking himself into her and just like that, Jack Grealish had her losing her mind once again, nerves raw and exposed on the outside, making every touch feel like a surge of electric throughout her body.

"Fuck. Soph."

She teased herself back onto him and his grip tightened around her hips, fingers splayed, pushing her away until he just about still had his tip nestled in her warmth, then with a forceful slam, he was fully inside her again.

Sophie buried her head in the plump bed linen to muffle the unholy sounds that he was pounding out of her.
Head spinning.
Ears ringing.

Really fucking loud ringing?
She swore she could hear it outside of the room?

No.. that's the intercom.

"Piss off", Jack groaned, repositioning his palms on her shoulders. This made her arch her back, until she was able to accommodate all of him. 

The ringing continued.

"Piss. Offfff!!!", he grunted, forcefully hitting that sweet spot.

Desperate for his release.
Desperate for Sophie to fall from the metaphorical edge.
Desperate for whoever was ringing to respectfully PISS OFF.

Jack stared down at his tensed abs, to the part where his body joined and connected with hers. His dick now erratically twitching beneath her skin.
He accelerated his movements. Pulling his lower lip between his teeth.
His thrusting, trembling hips ready to give in at any moment.
And then it happened.
For both of them.

Jack collapsed next to Sophie on the bed, trousers still around his ankles and the small satchel now in a post-coital tangle around his front.

Sophie turned her head to the right as her breathing slowed, "You couldn't even take a minute to take the damn bag off, no?", she tugged at the straps with a giggle.

"No toime for that Soph"

She nuzzled into the warm material of his jersey, head resting on his chest, which was still rising and falling at twice its usual rate.

Jack's fingers delicately swirled unidentifiable patterns across Sophie's back and he began pecking and pursing his lips into the crown of her head.

"Oy"
Kiss
"Love"
Kiss
"You"

He spoke softly into the space behind her ear, making the fine hairs all over her body stand on edge.

"I love you too. More than you will ever know, Grealish."

He looked down at her through half-moon sparkling eyes.. those telltale lines under his lower lids deepened in response to his smile. He oozed love.
Happiness.
Contentment.

Jack cleared his throat and opened his mouth as though he was preparing himself to say something.. but the ringing started again, he sighed heavily into his final kiss before reluctantly moving. He quickly pulled his trousers back up around his hips, ready to inspect the intercom.

"Imran.. my guy.. give us 10 minutes yeh??"

Jack's driver.
He was here to take them to the parade.

"Get a move on bab", he marched back in, playfully slapping her arse with his palm as he went into the en-suite to sort himself out.