JACK
A man who wasn't Jack Barclay might have been all clumsy fumbles and quick finishes at this point, especially with her obvious encouragement sending every drop of blood straight south, but thankfully, this is Jack, and she's not to worry. Granted, the fact that her mind is running on overtime is Very Distracting and he can almost feel their bare skin against the sand and his cock slipping into her tight, slick heat, easily manoeuvred atop her where she'll be able to feel his kindling interest pressing against her inner thigh.
It's at that point, of course, that the fateful captain dares to breathe, and in that second between everything, the very obvious creeeak of a boat easing itself out to sea slithers into his ears. Snatching a glance over his shoulder, Jack's fuck is not one of passion and need, and he's entirely distracted (and aroused and annoyed and Safrin's sweet tits, why now) as he rolls off her and to his feet.
"Well, congrats," he grumbles, "you did pull the boat onto the sand." And they're not doing it a third time, so when Jack eventually catches the bastard thing, it will be to ferry Flora and his very blue balls back to Haulani.
~FIN
It's at that point, of course, that the fateful captain dares to breathe, and in that second between everything, the very obvious creeeak of a boat easing itself out to sea slithers into his ears. Snatching a glance over his shoulder, Jack's fuck is not one of passion and need, and he's entirely distracted (and aroused and annoyed and Safrin's sweet tits, why now) as he rolls off her and to his feet.
"Well, congrats," he grumbles, "you did pull the boat onto the sand." And they're not doing it a third time, so when Jack eventually catches the bastard thing, it will be to ferry Flora and his very blue balls back to Haulani.
~FIN
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
- Click for The Ark!
