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Post by Faye Perez on Jul 12, 2011 22:31:16 GMT 2
Work was, as usual boring, and annoying, the customers were rude and her boss was just a pig. Had she not actually needed the job she was sure she would have jacked it long before now, it just wasn’t worth it, the hassle and the hours and the pay, they were just plain damn ridiculous. Her feet were already aching and she wasn’t even half way through her shift, she really hoped becoming a lawyer was worth all the god damn hassle, because so far it really didn’t seem like it. School was a pain in the ass and when she wasn’t studying she was working and when she wasn’t working or studying she was partying, which wasn’t all that often, yet she had to admit it was kinda nice.
Jack had been a surprise, it wasn’t often a guy like him stopped by at the dingy little café she worked at, let alone actually pay attention to her, yet it was almost a year and he was for some strange reason by her side, god knows she hadn’t made it easy for him, not that he did either, but then she guessed that was kinda what made them work.
Swallowing she placed in another order, glad when the rush finally died down, it made work even more boring but she was glad to at least get a moment to sit down and relax before the evening rush came in and she’d be on her feet until closing.
The bell above the door jingled and she rose a brow, fingers lifting to brush through dark locks of hair, a soft smile crossing her lips as she watched hi walk in “Hey stranger” waiting for him to approach closer she rested against the counter, “What are you doing here?”
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Post by Jack O'Conner on Jul 13, 2011 0:07:27 GMT 2
Jack turned the ignition off, the engine dying down. He couldn't help the small smile on his face when he got out of the car. He could already see her through the windows of the small diner, working her ass off as alway. Faye, the girl he had met at this very same place about a year ago. She had already caught his interest the very first time he had set foot in this dingy crap hole, and he didn't know why, but for some reason they worked even though they knew how to push each others buttons, keep each other on their toes. Than again, maybe it was exactly that. There was never a dull moment between them.
And today he had another (pleasant?) surprise, the reason why he was here at this time of day. In a way, well.. in many ways it was stupid, but how could he not have taken the offer? No matter how well he knew the reputation of the man, the pay he'd get if he did this one 'small' job, was more than plenty, if he could pull it off. The requested cars on the list weren't your everyday average cars and he wasn't sure he could do it by himself, but that was of later worry. He'd much rather think about the fact that Faye wouldn't have to work herself through college anymore, and he wouldn't have to be a freelance mechanic anymore, if he could even call it that. He was more at home, fiddling around on his own car than anything else.
The familiar jingle of the bell sounded when he pushed the door open, and the smell of food and coffee assaulted him already as he easily caught her attention. "Hey stranger, yourself." He bit his lower lip, smirking slightly as he moved closer toward her. His arm slid around her waist to pull her body flush against his as he pressed a kiss to her lips. Fuck it if her boss didn't like it.
"Got a moment? I've got some news for you, both good and bad." The bad news was more bad news for him than it was for her, but he didn't need to tell her that just yet. He first wanted to gauge her reaction to what he had to tell her, then he could move on to the rest.
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Post by Faye Perez on Jul 13, 2011 14:13:05 GMT 2
The amount of times Jack had gotten her into trouble because he had come into work and done exactly as he was now. His arms wrapped around her easily pulling her smaller frame into his chest, lips seeking hers easily. With a smile her arms wrapped around his neck, tugging his frame back to hers and deepening the kiss a soft pleased sigh falling from her lips. Her tongue darted out of her lips, tasting him against her own, dark eyes sparkled as she watched him, glad for the fact her boss was in back and wasn’t about to chew of her ear, again.
Her brow knitted at his words, worry and intrigue washing through her system. Jack wasn’t exactly the cleanest person in the book, and when he said things like that it worried her. Good news was always good, of course it was, but with Jack, bad news was really bad news. With a deep in take of breath she smiled tightly at him, slowly easing herself out of his arms.
Drawing her lowers lip between her teeth she looked around, the sound of the back door opening let her know that her boss was of for his early lunch break, leaving the place empty until the rush hour. She offered Jack a smile, “Sure, you want anything?” She questioned leading him back over to the counter where she didn’t wait for him to answer and was already pouring him a drink. “So what’s so important you couldn’t wait until I got of” She questioned drawing herself up onto one of the chairs.
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Post by Jack O'Conner on Jul 13, 2011 19:35:43 GMT 2
Jack chuckled softly when he saw the flicker of worry pass her eyes. He really had her attention now and if he was honest, he couldn't blame her. Words like that coming from his mouth in particular never meant anything good, they both knew that. But this time it was different. This time, if all went well of course, the bad news would be more than out weighed by the good news, as she would soon find out.
He followed her towards the counter, leaving the drink for what it was as he sat down on the chair next to her. "What's so important that it can't wait for your shift to finish is, and I'll start with the bad news.." He smiled teasingly as his hand found her thigh, his fingers slowly sliding over her soft skin towards her inner thigh as he allowed his hand to hike up further under the short skirt of her waitress outfit. "The bad news is, is that this is probably one of the last times I'll be seeing you in this little number you make so tempting, which is more than a little regrettable for me." He drew his tongue over his lower lip, giving her a moment to let his words sink in, and at this point they could mean anything, before he continued. "The good news is, is that if all works out I'll be taking you out of this dive for good soon."
Now he was most likely still talking meaningless shit to her ears, like he had done many times before, but for once he meant every single word. The job he was offered payed with more than enough zeros accompanying the number, that it could put her through law school, they could buy an actual decent place.. Hell, they'd be able to do whatever they wanted.
"Do you trust me?" There was a certain irony in asking her his question that he didn't fail to notice. She was studying to become a lawyer and he was about to tell her he was taking his less than fancy lifestyle to a higher level. Boosting cars wasn't anything new to him, but boosting the likes of Vipers, Austin Martins, and god knows what else that was on that list, wasn't a piece of cake. He'd be bringing jail time, maybe even a bullet up his ass, very fucking close to his doorstep.
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Post by Faye Perez on Jul 13, 2011 20:18:57 GMT 2
God she hated bad news, bad news with Jack was, well it depended on the situation, and the mood, but bad news tended to be bad news. Licking her lips she draw her lower lip between her teeth, they had enough bad news as it was, she really didn’t want any more, her day was bad enough, and any way wasn’t she meant to get a choice in what she wanted first. His hand found her thigh and she rose a brow, it wouldn’t be the first time they had dropped the blinds and enjoyed the freedom of the place, place was dingy as it was, might as well add a few extra ick points. His hand hiked further up her leg and she let out a teasing purr, legs shifting ever so slightly for him to regain better access, yet he didn’t, he stopped and kept his hand pressed against her thigh. Her brow furrowed ever so slightly at his words made her confused, since when was her loosing her outfit a bad thing. Her head tipped to the side as he continued, and he was getting even more vague the longer her spoke.
“Jack baby your not making a lick of sense” She stated, now inless the both of them had come into some money that she wasn’t aware of, she was staying working in this dive so she could pay her way through college and get the jobs and then hopefully the big bucks….if she paid her way through college that was, cash was tight as it was, and classes weren’t cheap, nor were board and lodgings, and food wasn’t free either.
Her brow knitted this time at his question, there was something seriously dodgy going on here, he was talking in riddles which Jack never did in less he had done something he knew she wouldn’t like, or he was trying to surprise her with something and he was really bad at it. Licking her lips she lent forward, moving to scoot on to his lap, her arms wrapping around his neck and her lips pressing against his, the kiss deepening quickly “You know I do, what I don’t trust are riddles” She stated with a soft laugh, fingers smoothing through the hairs at the nape of his neck, “Come on baby spit it out already”
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Post by Jack O'Conner on Jul 14, 2011 15:48:38 GMT 2
Jack tilted his head a little as he smiled up at her when she moved to sit on his lap. No, he wasn't making any sense. He was bad with surprises, worse when it came to telling her something he knew she wouldn't like. And with this one he wasn't even sure in what category it would fall. He hummed softly when she shifted on his lap, his smile growing wider as her arms wrapped around his neck. Her body pressed against his as their lips found each other's once more, the heat between them growing fast. It was moments like this when he fully appreciated this dingy little diner, and if only her boss knew how many times he had fucked her here. On the tables, on and against the counter, even the kitchen had been christened more than once.
He trailed his tongue over his lips as she ended the kiss, laughing softly at her words. He really should just cut the bullshit while he still actually had her trust. He had been stalling enough, hadn't he? Leaning forward, his lips brushed over her jawline as he slowly smirked. "Two weeks from now, baby.. we'll be 500 grand richer." His breath danced over her skin as he whispered the words in her ear. 500 grand.. it sounded even better now that it rolled off of his own lips. His mouth moved lower to press kiss after kiss on her skin just below her jaw as his hand traveled over her thigh once more, his fingers softly digging in to her flesh every now and again. "All it takes is for me to acquire a certain couple of cars, deliver them on time at the harbor.." He finally continued. He knew she wasn't stupid, and he knew she could and would read between the lines. She knew him well enough to know he was talking about stealing cars, and now he only had to wait for her reaction.
"Do you still trust me now?" He mumbled as he worked his way back to her lips, nipping playfully at them. His hand by now had reached further up her short skirt, resting splayed against her skin as his thumb teased the delicate fabric of her panties. The woman sitting on his lap was a irresistible thing of beauty, and far from as innocent as she looked. It was exactly that what had pulled him to her in the first place.
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Post by Faye Perez on Jul 15, 2011 20:35:31 GMT 2
She was in to him more then she had ever considered herself to be and god damn it if she didn’t love every second she spent with him, the things he did to her, she just couldn’t form it in to words, her was amazing, and god damn if he didn’t keep her on her toes, and her back, and any other place he felt like having her. And it seemed like she was getting the answer to his early arrival, hell it wouldn’t be the first time he had taken advantage of the fact her boss took really long lunch breaks, and the amount of times he had almost caught them was actually funny. Swallowing down a moan she allowed her eyes to drift closed at the feel of his lip against her jaw bone, her body shifting against his. He made his way to her ear, breath tickling over her skin, and her eyes snapped open, dark eyes wide, she was sure she had heard him wrong, because there was no way he had said what she thought he had said.
He continued talking and she was lost in the feeling of his hands moving over her skin, fingers digging into tender flesh, moving to her thigh, cars, and acquiring, her brow furrowed ever so slightly, oh he did have a nice way of putting things, but she wasn’t stupid, what he was saying it was obvious. Someone had given him the task of stealing cars and hed get the high pay of at the end of it. He nipped playfully at her lips with his words and a soft laugh fell from her lips, dark eyes sparkling a moan of pleasure falling from her lips at his touch, fingers moving over her teasingly.
“Baby you lost me at 500 grand” She smiled widely, saying it was even more of shock then hearing it coming from Jacks lips, 500 grand, the things they could do with that kind of money. Smiling she shifted kissing him openly, tongue easing into his mouth. “Im doing this with you” She whispered softly, her dark eyes sparkling “I mean I know im not the biggest car head out there, but im fast” Licking her lips her hands shifted down to his hand, smoothing it further upwards, body shifting against his touch, “500 grand” god she couldn’t believe it, it was just unbelievable.
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Post by Jack O'Conner on Jul 17, 2011 21:35:48 GMT 2
She was a little minx, and damn it if he didn't like taking advantage of every moment he spend with her. Her tongue eased in to his mouth, his own meeting hers as he deepened the kiss further. His grip on her thigh tightened just a little as he grinned at her words. "Are you now..?" He whispered teasingly against her lips. Normally he would have said 'no', actually.. he would have said 'hell fucking no'. He wouldn't allow her to drag herself down to his level, risk her getting a criminal record like he already had. She wanted to become a lawyer, didn't she? But his mind was elsewhere, occupied with the soft perfect skin his hands were touching, and he was far from concerning about what her words meant.
He could feel her heat through her panties as she smoothed his hand further upwards, her body moving under his touch. His eyes drifted up, meeting hers as he smirked. He knew she was fast. She had her own way of getting things done and working for her. And right now she had his blood working for her. As far as he knew her boss would stay gone for a while longer, and with 500 grand waiting in his future, a beautiful woman sitting on his lap in his present, he couldn't want more out of his life at that very moment.
His lips pressed against her neck again before they moved to her ear once more. "How about you and I take a little.. test ride.." He whispered as her skirt hiked up by the doings of his hand, exposing every inch of beautiful leg she had. His hand slipped under the hem of her panties, moving to where he wanted his touch to be. His fingers grazed over the sensitive bundle of nerves he so easily found there as his lips trailed over her skin. "500 grand, baby.." He repeated softly.
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Post by Faye Perez on Jul 18, 2011 15:23:59 GMT 2
She knew exactly how to push his buttons, always had, and be it here, or at home she never failed to get him riled up, just the same as he never failed to get her going. IT was a thing both of them enjoyed about the other, through the fights and arguments, they always managed to make up, more then once. She sighed against his lips as his own tongue slipped into her mouth, meeting hers and battling her for some form of dominance, she grinned, body shifting against his lap as her free hand lifted, smoothing through his hair, tugging on it playfully. Breathlessly she pulled away from him, her dark eyes lidded and sparkling as she watched him. She gave him a small nod of his head. Despite how good they were together there were just some things he didn’t want her involved in. It was funny really, she knew later when he thought about it he’d be telling her no. Even though they raced together, this she knew was different. Shaking her head she pressed kisses down his neck, damned if he’d let her sit out of this, if he was doing it, so was she.
Her tongue darted out between parted lips, moistening her dry lips, her dark eyes sparkled with desire for the man currently working her. God if he didn’t drive her insane, if he didn’t make her insane with desire. Her own lips pulled up in a smirk, teeth nipping playfully at his neck, moving up towards his ear, teeth drawing his lobe between her teeth, “A test drive hmm” She tugged on his hair, urging him back towards her lips, devouring them hungrily.
Cool air smoothed over her thighs as his hand smoothed her skirt further up her thigh, her head dropped down to the crook of his neck, hot breath splaying over his skin, a soft pleased keening moan slipping through parted lips, fingers smoothing down his back. He whispered to her again and a soft pleased laugh slipped from her lips. She couldn’t believe it, 500 grand, who would have thought.. She shifted again, softer moan falling from her lips as her fingers trailed down his front, moving down to his jeans, fingers working against his button and zipper. She slipped from his lap, fingers finding his hand, before she tugged him upwards, pulling him out back, there probably wouldn’t be any one showing up, but she didn’t wanna risk it. Her back hit the wall the second they were around the back, and she tugged him towards her, fingers tugging at his jeans.
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Post by Jack O'Conner on Jul 19, 2011 1:12:33 GMT 2
He let out a breath as she paused the heated kiss. She nodded. Of course she nodded.. But this job was big, by far the biggest one he had ever done. He needed to deliver fifty cars in two weeks, fifty top-end cars. And with top-end cars came top-end risks, risks he didn't want her to be anywhere near. Yet when she pressed her own lips against his neck, he could only resort to telling her whatever she wanted to hear. The 'hell fucking no' argument could and most definitely would come later, when his mouth wasn't occupied with hers and his mind wasn't focused between her legs along with his fingers.
His own skin formed goosebumps where her breath washed over it as he smiled against hers. He did love those moans he drew from her whenever he touched her. He felt her hand trail down his own front towards the button and zipper of his jeans before he, without choice, pulled his lips from her when she moved from his lap. Now where the hell did she think she was going.. Her hand slipped in his, and it didn't take long for him to get the gist when she pulled him to his feet and along with her out back. "Not on table number three this time?" He smiled teasingly as she tugged him towards her. He couldn't blame her though for not wanting to risk her job, again. Last time they had almost been caught with their pants down, him quite literally, and between the both of them she was the only one with a steady income.
One of his hands rested against her thigh as the other helped her work his jeans and boxers down to his ankles. Then both his hands were on her thighs. His fingers trailed over her soft skin, moving upwards as his fingertips explored every inch of her skin before his thumbs hooked in to the waistband of her panties. He lowered them away from his price as his tongue slipped in to her mouth for another hungry kiss. Letting his desire for her take over, he lifted her up, his hands smoothing over her thighs as he wrapped her legs around his hips and supported her. Her bare ass pressed against the stone wall behind her as he pushed himself inside her, and it didn't take long before he picked up his pace and force as her clothed chest ground against his own.
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Post by Faye Perez on Jul 19, 2011 20:17:23 GMT 2
Faye laughed, she would have remarked back with I like my job, but she really didn’t, not at all, her job paid the bills, just, if they didn’t race, and kick ass t the races they’d be lucky to be living at all. Dark eyes sparkled when he tugged down her pants and he was in her moments later, her legs tightening around his waist, her hips and body moving against his, cries of pleasure leaving her lips, he drove her insane, and she didn’t really care if her boss was close and could hear everything she was lost in Jack, and the feelings he was pulsating through her body.
Fingers smoothed up his back, pressing herself tighter against him, nails digging into his skin, bodies moving in perfect sync with each other, pulling them both closer to completion with every deliberate movement. His name slipped from her lips as he tipped her over the edge, legs tightening around his waist.
Swallowing and breathing heavily, trembling slightly she pressed a tender kiss to his lips, dark eyes sparkling “I love you” She whispered softly, fingers smoothing through his hair, and down over his cheek. “Ill see you at home tonight, we can talk” Well actually theyd more then likely yell, he wouldn’t want her to help and she wouldn’t allow him to do it alone. Smiling she gave him another kiss while correcting her clothing.
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Eight O’Clock that night tired and sore she wondered back into the small place they, for the moment, called their own. Licking her lips she let out a breath, kicking of her shoes as she wandered into the living room, instantly dropping into Jack’s lap, head nestling to rest in his neck. Swallowing she sighed softly, “I want details Jack”
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Post by Jack O'Conner on Jul 23, 2011 13:21:56 GMT 2
Jack ran his hands through his hair as he let an agitated breath pass between his lips. He had jotted down plenty of addresses where he could find certain cars from the list, but the more difficult ones were exactly that. They were difficult to fucking find. He knew most dealerships had a separate storage warehouse for the more exclusive cars, but he couldn't just walk in to any of these places and simply ask for a test drive in a Ferrari 250 GTO, just to name one, now could he? Come to think of it.. Why couldn't he? Play a little dress up, look less like he was bearing on white trash.. He laughed at the thought alone. Oh yeah, that would work like a fucking charm..
His eyes wandered away from the screen when he heard a key turn in the lock. Finally she was home. He closed the laptop on the coffee table in front of him as he turned his attention on Faye, watching her as she kicked off her shoes. Even tired and in her waitress outfit she still looked like the sexiest woman he had ever laid eyes on. He smiled as he leaned back, resting his back against the couch. His arm wrapped around her small frame as she dropped down in to his lap, one hand resting on her thigh while the other lazily brushed his fingers through her hair before he brought her chin up for her face meet his.
"Details of what, babe.." He mumbled while he pressed a kiss to her lips. He knew what details she was talking about, of course he knew, but he really did not want to have this conversation as he knew full well what it would lead to. She had already told him she wanted to be in this with him, right before he had lost his concentration and his interest had shifted elsewhere. But not this time. This time he would tell her 'no way in hell' like he had intended to at the diner. If it would turn in to a shouting match between them, so be it. They'd make up soon and good enough afterwards anyway, they always did, and he'd be lying if he said he never looked forward to that part of their fighting.
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Post by Faye Perez on Jul 29, 2011 21:16:44 GMT 2
This wasn’t going to turn out good. Nope this was going to lead to arguing and him or her sleeping on the sofa….if they were lucky, they’d make up before it came to that, but she doubted it, cus they both knew he was about to pull the whole this is to dangerous crap on her. One would think he would have learned his lesson after he told her she couldn’t race, because it was dangerous and she could risk a lot, they had argued then to, it had taken them days to get back on track, but boy if the make up hadn’t been perfect. Licking her lips she smiled, loosing herself in the kiss for a moment. HE was being smart, that was for sure, distracting her with kisses. It worked, for a moment.
Tipping her head her hand lifted, smoothing up and through his hair before moving to rest against his cheek. Her dark eyes were locked on his lighter ones, and there was a smile across her lips. “Details about this job Jack” Her gaze wondered over his face. God she loved him and often hated him more then once….but it always led them right back here, there was no denying anything between them, they loved each other, and she had his back, just as much as he had hers.
“You know I can help you” She whispered softly, leaning forward to press a delicate kiss to his lips, her lips moving down to his neck, hoping to distract him long enough for him to tell her what she wanted to hear. “im not letting you do this alone” she purred seductively into his ear.
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Post by Jack O'Conner on Aug 17, 2011 16:52:31 GMT 2
Jack smiled as she pulled away from the kiss, her hand smoothing through his hair before resting against his cheek. He could give her details about the job, but that was all she was going to get. She wasn't going to get the 'yes' that she wanted. He wasn't going to budge like he had with the races. This wasn't some 'have your car impounded, spend the night in jail' thing, this was a 'make no mistakes or you'll end up on the bottom of the ocean' thing. And if it wasn't that, there were the cops who could lock you away for the bigger part of your life for this. She had everything to loose, he didn't, apart from her.
"50 cars, two weeks, five hundred grand. The list is on the laptop. And the answer is 'no'." He mumbled before he answered the delicate kiss with one of his own. But then her lips were moving down. If there was one thing that could set his mind elsewhere, it were those soft lips of hers against the skin of his neck. She'd always been able to flawlessly find that right spot and use it to her own advantage. She was using the same tactic on him as he had on her. Hell, she was stepping it up a notch. He knew it, and he knew where this was going to lead to eventually, when her real goal of turning his answer around would come to light. But it didn't stop him from closing his eyes and hum in appreciation when his hand glided over her thigh, giving it a soft squeeze as his fingers splayed over her smooth skin while finding their way under her waitress skirt.
"I know you can help, baby." He whispered automatically as his hand ventured further under her clothing, exploring every inch of skin he found. He knew she could help, of course she could, but.. Wait. He pulled himself out of it when he really heard her words and his eyes opened once more. He had seen this coming a mile away and still he had let her trick him. Fucking idiot.
"I'm not kidding, Faye. The answer is still 'no'. I don't care what you can and can't do, I will not drag you in to this." His eyes locked with hers and his jaws tensed as he swallowed. She could bring on whatever shit storm she wanted, he was prepared for it and he could be just as stubborn as she was. He was not going to let her have a say in this. Period.
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Post by Faye Perez on Aug 22, 2011 19:04:35 GMT 2
50 cars, do able, if you knew what you were doing, hell all you had to do was head to races and pretend to be a little armature whose mummy and daddy had given the keys to their expensive car, and then bam, you had the car. It was doable, but she doubted it was as simply as 50 cars no if it was then said person would simply do it themselves. Jacks words snapped her out of her thoughts. 2 weeks, that meant a lot of work, a lot of planning, a lot of danger. Swallowing she let out a breath, it also meant more then a one person job, or a two person job, she’d be damned if she was letting Jack do this alone.
She smirked against his neck at the hum that left the back of his throat, his own hand sending shivers down her spine, and her eyes to flutter closed. Faye wasn’t stupid, Jack was many things, but he cared for her, he had proved it time and time again he wasn’t going to let her help, not without some serious yelling, or some serious seduction. But if she played It right, played her cards right shed have him eating out of her hand, she hoped. If not then this was going to get seriously messy, really quickly.
His words slipped from his lips and a smirk crossed her lips just like that she had him eating out of her hand, she nipped playfully at his neck as her own soft sigh fell from her lips. In an instant though he came back to earth as quickly as she had before. Trailing kisses down his neck and then back up to his lips she captured them.
“That’s alright cus your not dragging me into this baby” her fingers trailed under his shirt, playing with the skin just above the jeans he was wearing, and with a quick, deliberate movement, she moved far enough for her to fully straddle him.
Her words were breathy whispers slightly husky as she tugged at his shirt, lifting it far enough for her lips to play over his chest. “I know the risk baby, your guns a blazing, you need me” her fingers trailed to the button of his jeans flicking it open,. “im not asking for your permission Jack” and if he continued saying no she’d just throw herself in it any way, she knew her way around a computer and Jack wasn’t good at hiding things.
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Post by Jack O'Conner on Aug 24, 2011 18:04:46 GMT 2
Jack could feel her smirking against the skin of his neck and it brought a smile to his own lips. There were many things they could do with half a million dollars. They could leave this shit hole behind, buy a big fucking house.. hell, buy two big fucking houses if they wanted to. Either way, it would change their lifes for the better, but... He still needed to do the job first. Get the 50 cars and get them on the correct boat at the time and date he was told to. Could he do it alone? No. He had figured that out by now, but he'd find a way.
His tongue eased in to her mouth as her lips met his, teasing her as his tongue slowly rolled against hers. He moaned softly when her fingers found their way under his shirt and played over his skin, and a moment later she was straddling him. He knew she wouldn't give up until he gave in, and by now he didn't want her to. She had changed her usual tactics of arguing, and eventually yelling, to something far better. She had caught him off guard at first, but he was far away from complaining.
He drew his tongue over his lips, tasting her there as her own moved down to his chest. His body was aching for more and he barely heard what she said. She had him where she wanted him. Almost. He swallowed down the lust she was so carefully and successfully building up inside of him. He couldn't let her win. The risks of the job were too high for him to even consider saying 'yes' and letting her on board. He could live with seeing his own life go down the drain if something went wrong, but not hers. "Good.. Because you're still not getting my permission." His voice had turned a bit lower than it usually already was, and was tainted with lust by the time she had worked the button of his pants open.
His hand lifted from her thigh and moved along her back where his fingers found the zipper of her uniform. He slowly pulled it down, his fingers trailing back up over the bare skin he'd exposed until he pushed the fabric off of one of her shoulders. His lips found the soft skin of her bared shoulder, trailing kisses along her collar bone and up where he grazed his lips over the sensitive skin just behind her ear and below the start of her hairline. "Just leave the job to me, baby... I'll take care of everything." He whispered before his tongue slowly drew just there where his lips had been on her skin only moments ago.
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Post by Faye Perez on Aug 27, 2011 20:40:37 GMT 2
Dark eyes turned wide with barely controlled anger she couldn’t understand why he couldn’t just suck it up and say yes. She could help him, and he knew she could and yet he was still being god damn stubborn. It was kinda cute, but annoying all at the same time. Sighing she eyed him, her dark eyes sparkling and her lips full and pouty, her own body trembled and hummed with pleasure as his fingers grazed over her skin, at this rate both fo them would forget what the hell they were meant to be doing and the whole situation would have been for nothing, it looked like she was going to have to fight for some semblance of control just like he was.
Her head tilted allowing him better access to the skin of her neck, and she hummed her appreciation a soft sigh falling from her lips despite his words, let him take care of everything she trusted Jack, she really did, and she knew he wasn’t an idiot, but they both knew what people like this were capable of.
Sighing her body lifted only enough for her hands to tug down his jeans far enough for her to do what ever the hell she wanted. Licking her lips she leant forward, kissing him softly, her lips working down his neck and taking the same position by his ear as he had on her. “And we both know sooner or later im gonna be brought in on this” She whispered nipping at his ear.
Pulling away she trailed tender and teasing kisses down his neck, fingers reaching for the fronts of his boxers barely skimming over what she wanted, her dark eyes sparkling with a mixture of lust and amusement. “I don’t want you doing this on your own…if we’re both sharing the wins, we’re both doing it” She whispered, it was exactly the same for the races and she’d be damned if he didn’t let her help on this. She’d stick by what she said earlier though, he didn’t want her help, shed do it anyway.
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Post by Jack O'Conner on Aug 28, 2011 13:03:47 GMT 2
Jack groaned softly when she tugged down his jeans enough and her lips worked against his neck much in the same way as his had on hers. But it was when her fingers skimmed over him that he took matters in to his own hands. He lifted his hips a bit and he moved them both easily. Her back dropped against the couch as his body came to rest between her legs. Her skirt had hiked up fully during their change of positions, now nothing more but the fabric of his boxers and her panties separating him from her. He smirked as his hands enclosed around her wrists, bringing her arms above her head before he moved both her tiny wrists in to his right hand. His grip tightened more than enough to make his hold on her hurt her, while his left hand moved downwards over her curves.
"They say the line between pain and pleasure is a thin one. Do you know what I could do to you..." He whispered before he roughly pressed his lips against hers, his tongue forcing itself in to her mouth to meet hers. He was done playing those little teasing games with her, as much fun as they were. There were many things he was willing to back down on, and maybe he would even budge on this job, but for now...
"Who says I'll be sharing anything with you..." He pressed another kiss to her lips, softly biting on her lower lip to create a new tinge of pain before he grazed his lips along her jawline, slow and teasing. "I might just take all the money and leave you here in this shithole." He whispered as his warm breath washed over the delicate skin of her neck. His free hand moved over her thigh, feeling her every inch of skin before he slowly pulled her panties down her hips. His other hand still kept it's plenty painful grip around her wrists.
"Now what would you say to that, little miss lawyer? What would you do about it. Because from where I'm sitting, you look pretty helpless to me." He whispered while by now his hand moved between her legs, his fingers grazing over the overly sensitive bundle of nerves he found there and knowing exactly how much pressure he needed to apply as he locked eyes with her. He would drive her insane before she could say anything. He was testing her, defying her to do something. Because at this very moment he was not changing his answer. She could think she didn't need his permission, and maybe she was right, but he would promise her it would not benefit either of them if she fucked around behind his back.
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Post by Faye Perez on Aug 28, 2011 14:06:24 GMT 2
A quiet squeak of surprise left her lips as they shifted and she was pressed to the sofa beneath him, she could feel her dress hike further up her thighs, leaving only thin pieces of fabric between them, a soft, playful smirk crossed her lips as she looked up at him, through thick lashes. What a way to end a shit day at work, to come home to this. She was all but helpless beneath him, her hands trapped above her head, dark eyes sparkling before both wrists were shifted into one of his hands, his grip was tighter then he normally held her. Swallowing she looked up at him, wondering what type of game he was playing this time.
Moaning softly her lower body shifted against him, back arching against him, she had no idea what had gotten into him, but she was liking it, and her soft moans were letting him know that he was doing everything right. Her brow furrowed ever so slightly, back arching further so he could remove her pants. A small laugh fell from her lips, if she didn’t trust Jack so much his words might have affected her, might have made her worried that he actually could.
She shifted her head lifting as far as her arms pinned above her head could take, her lips and teeth grazing over his neck, nipping slightly harder then she normally would, “Oh I think we both know im not helpless Jack” she smirked against his neck lowering herself back to the sofa as his hands skimmed over her.
Swallowing, another pleasure filled moan fell fro her lips and a wicked smirk crossed her lips. Letting out a breath her thighs clenched around his hand, trapping him between her legs, her dark eyes locked on his. “And we both know no matter how much you try you wouldn’t find someone who could drive you the way I do” Licking her lips she smirked softly, squeezing a little harder.
Heaving in a breath she slowly unclenched her thighs, one leg hooking around his waist and tugging him down against her, pressing him tighter against her form. “Now how about you show me what your really capable of Jack”
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Post by Jack O'Conner on Aug 28, 2011 22:10:38 GMT 2
Jack smirked as she pressed her lower body against his. His normally light eyes were darkened with lust and arousal for the woman he had trapped beneath him. Her soft moans told him she was having more than fun, just like he was. His fingers dug hard in to her thigh, claiming her flesh as his, when her lips and teeth danced across the skin of his neck. Even in her position, she still knew how to get to him, drive him wild.
He grinned at her words as her thighs clenched around his hand, disabling him to move it any further. Funny. She still thought she had some say in this game... He brought his lips close to hers, close to touching, but never touching as his grin took on a more evil nature. "Maybe you're not completely helpless. But I'll still do whatever the fuck I want with you and you can't do shit about it." He whispered. His hold on her wrist painfully tightened for just a moment when her thighs squeezed harder around his hand. He still held all the cards and he wasn't about to let her forget.
He could feel her wetness linger on his fingers as he slowly pulled his hand away from between her legs. "You sound awfully sure of yourself, baby.. But there are plenty of women, even little waitresses like yourself, who are more than willing to open their legs for me." He sounded teasing as he delicately trailed his fingers over her lower lip. She would be able to taste herself if she as much as darted her tongue out. It didn't take long though, before his lips claimed hers, and the mixture of her tastes had him moan softly in to the kiss.
One of her slender legs moved around his waist, and pulled his body that much closer to hers."Oh, but I have every intent to." He assured as his evil grin returned to his face. He moved a bit and his free hand slid his belt from his pants. He easily pulled it in to a loop and pulled her hands through it, tightening the leather tightly around her wrists before he tied the long end of the belt securely around the couch' leg. It kept her arms stretched above her head while it made both his own hands free to do whatever he wanted to do..
"Now that we have this sorted.." His lips brushed over hers as he smiled. "I could start by making you scream so loud the neighbors will think I'm murdering you.." He whispered as his hand moved back between her legs. "I could make you squirm and beg for more.." He continued as his fingers skimmed over her once more. "Or.. I could just keep you tied up like this and do none of those things.." His hand stopped as he lowered his head down to her neck. "Of course, that doesn't sound near as much fun as the first two. But either way, I'll make sure I will have my fun." He bit her earlobe softly as he pushed her legs apart, baring her open for him. She was completely left to his mercy now.
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