Redamancy / Jack Grealish

Chapter 5

Angie's POV:

TW: Sexual Content

I felt something warm wrapping around my thigh. It was a hand from what it felt like. A large hand grabbing my leg, the other one joining to take a hold of my waist. I grabbed the headboard behind me and bit my lip, someone was kissing my lower stomach. A beard. It was a guy with a beard... Fucks sake. I tried to open my eyes, but I couldn't.

Instead, I reached foward with my hands and grabbed the stranger's hair. It felt fluffy, it was quite long.

I didn't know where I was or who was with me, but as soon as the person started to spread my legs further, there was nothing I could think about anymore. That certain someone began to kiss my inner thigh and run his tounge over the skin there. It felt so soft, yet so hot.

I bit back a moan when he pushed his tounge onto my clit and started twisting it.

Slowly at first, but speeding up when I pushed the head further down. I tried to open my eyes again, but all I could see was the ceiling. I was unable to look at the person. He felt familiar, warm, and so comfortable.

I pulled his hair when I first felt that knot in my stomach, I was ready to explode. "Shh, calm down..." The voice said. What a beautiful, deep voice. Another thing that felt familiar. My thoughts were washed away when he pushed his tounge into my, now adding his fingers to rub my clit in circles. I moaned out. He knew how to please me.

"Do you want to cum?" He asked me. Why did he stop? Why the fuck did he have to stop now?

"Yeah... please!" I moaned and pushed his head deeper again. "Please..." I murmured again, making him groan. "If you'll be a good girl, I might let you..."

I wanted him to continue. "Yes, I promise..." I moaned. A little deep chuckle left his throat. I felt it in my body. It made me happy, hearing that chuckle. "Then let go of my hair. Put your hands over your head." He said low, almost making me moan again. "Right now."

I did as I was told, feeling pain in my heart after I let go of his hair. I wanted to grab it again and pull him up to me.

But instead, I felt a hand wrapping around both of my wrists, pinning my hand up against the headboard. "Good." He murmured. I could feel his hot breath on my neck as he started sucking on a spot behind my ear. Two fingers entered me quickly, I didn't even have time to adjust them, before he started fingering me fast and hot. "Fuck!" I moaned and he kissed my neck again.

"Come on, open your eyes. I wanna look at you when you cum like a good girl for me..."

I tried opening my eyes and it worked this time. Whilst I was so close to having an orgasm, I saw the familiar hair, those lips and his god damn eyes. "Jack..." I moaned and he smirked, before he smashed his lips against my jaw...

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

That bastard. He haunted me in my sleep. I swear I didn't want to have a steamy dream about him and me. I would've been okay with that kind of dream about Max, or Mase or Dec, even that shitty fucking prick bastard Trent. But why, dear god, why did it have to be Jack fucking Grealish?

I woke up with that fucking face in my mind, thinking about nothing else but throwing up. I was throbbing through my panties, biting my lip.

Then I looked at my phone. I slept seven hours, it was now half past ten. My head hurt so fucking bad. I was hungry, thirsty and needed to get out of this fucking room. Mason sent me a message twenty minutes ago, saying that they were at the pool and asking me to come down to them. I replied with a thumbs up - emoji and burried my face into the matress again. What was wrong with me? He was in my head, day and night. I didn't even know what kind of person he was.