Jack Spicer x Reader - Stuck Like Glue

Sexy

Sorry guys, been in a downward depression spiral and now have to see a counsellor, but here is another part of the story as promised! <3

It had been almost an hour since Jack had returned. I watched him fly in and out of the house every now and again, but he never noticed me when I banged on the window to beg him to let me out. I tried everything to get that door open, but the Spicers has thought of everything.

I was bored out of my mind and said boredom had lead me to search the room for something fun to do.

I had already read all of the books in the room, and I had already watched the tv for too long. The board games that were under the bed were all missing a few pieces or cards, and singing along to songs was making my throat sore.

And so, I decided to broaden my search by looking through the locked wardrobe that was in here.

I wasn't allowed to hang my clothes in that one, it was already full to the brim with other people clothes and stuff. It was kinda like how rich people have spare closets where they hide precious stuff? Well, this was the Spicer households spare one.

"Shoot!" I tugged at the lock that was in the door and sighed. "There is no way I'm letting a lock stop me."

I pulled out my suitcase and rummaged through the top pocket.

Now I know that it was frowned upon to keep lockpicks, but boarding school locked you in at night and living with Jack was terribly unpredictable. And I know you're thinking: "Why not use them on the door?" Well, you try using them on the lockpick proof doors that Jack invented! Impossible I tell you!

I placed my ear as close as possible and listened for the sound.

Click!

"Bingo." That was it.

I opened the cupboard but to my surprise, it wasn't really that full, sure there was one dress, two suits and a trench coat but that was it.

Trench coat huh?

I pulled it out and chuckled to myself. It was one of Jack's alright. It had the oil stains and everything.

And it smelt like him too.

A strong smell of his gross cologne, oil, metal, and a hint of flowers which I presume came from some sort of washing powder.

I breathed him in deeply, as I sat down on the bed. I felt my arousal grow between my legs as I sighed. God, how long had I been here and not once did I accept his sexual advances? Too long.

I ran one of my hand up my leg and across my thigh, the same way I remembered Jack doing so, and closed my eyes.

It was as if I had been denying myself the pleasure of Jack for quite some time. So long in fact that my lust for him was too much to bear.

I placed his coat on the bed and got up. Closing the curtains so Jack wouldn't see me, I stripped myself of my clothes.

I ran my hands along my arms and across my breasts, it felt like forever since I last touched myself, though it was only a few hours ago in reality, so I relieved myself of my underwear and lay down on the bed.

I hadn't really given my attraction to Jack much thought until now. I knew I liked him, I had since I was a kid, but I never knew how much I really wanted him. I mean it's natural when you're betrothed to someone to just give up on finding love right? But sex? I must have loved Jack more than I first thought.

Sure, he was adorable when he was clumsy but he was recklessly impulsive, really funny when he made jokes but is a huge crybaby, super handsome when he concentrating yet is super ugly when he's whining. However, above all, I found him comforting and I feel calm when I am around him, plus he's kinda hot when he takes the lead...