The Own Goal ✔️

Part 92

I wake up with Jack's leg heavy on my thigh. I maneuver myself to glance at his watch, 7am.
There's not been much sleeping going on.   My head is throbbing.
Jack wanted to repay me for my invasion of his most intimate space........in lieu of having any lube to hand we drank the champagne in the fridge that was meant for the next tenant..........I'm not sure but I may live to regret that decision, both in terms of drinking far too much and letting him go there without lubricant.
Although as I turn my head and see the remnants of the nearly dry wet patch maybe I provided enough of my own.

I groan, then smile. This has probably been the most hedonistic night we've had since Mykonos. Definitely for me and definitely for us together.
I look at Jack sleeping peacefully, literally like a baby, his sleep face so similar to the girls when they sleep. 
Yet he is a devil.
I turn to him, my sides aching from various positions I found myself in through the night.
He was the last to wake me.......my turn now, I'm not ready for this party to end just yet.
I kiss his pouty lips until he kisses me back.
I poke my tongue between his lips until he opens his mouth.
I roll him over, clambering on top of him and grinding against him until he's hard.
His eyes remain shut, but his hands grip at me until finally he springs fully to life, flipping me over.
Head above me his hair flops around us.

"Alright beautiful" he grins, he's definitely still drunk, I remember him now an hour or so ago taking me from behind, watching himself in the mirror, still gluggging at the champagne as he rammed into me until I reached yet another screaming, delicious orgasm.
He hasn't actually stopped drinking yet, whereas I actually had a cup of tea at one point a few hours ago (while Jack stood there stroking himself telling me to hurry up)
"Again?" He asks, his grin like sunshine even if his eyes are mere pinpricks now.

"Again" I demand.

Oooh it's tender as he enters me, we've probably caused me to get cystitis.
"Ya ok?" He stills

"Bit tender"
He looks around, then spots the bottle.

"More champagne?" He wriggled his eyebrows.
Oh, more flashbacks, we didn't just drink it to 'loosen me up' the image of him pouring it down my crack then lapping where it had pooled at my anus, before turning me over and pouring it all cold and bubbly over my clit, my slit. I close my eyes. We've definitely given me an infection, was it worth it? Absolutely.

"Go slow" I tell him as he starts to suck on my breast, just above my nipple, why aren't they hurting actually? I should be sore, full from no night feeds.......
More visions, his head at my breast.....

"Shit no Jack they hurt, they're full"

"I can help ya with that"
"Does it feel good when I do it?"

"Mmmmm"

"What about now" he bites gently at my nipple.....

"Ah fuck......."
"Oh what you doing? Jack have you just spat that out all over me?"
His fucking smirk will be the death of me I swear.

"Yeah, I ain't swallowing it"

"I swallow your jizz!"

"Yeah an' I swallow ya juices, an' to be fair how many times have ya kissed me with ya mouth still full of my cum anyway?" I giggle, he's right. Not that he ever complains.
"Nah, it's alcohol or water bab, I've come too far now, if I stop drinkin' now I'll literally have a hangover on the parade....... especially milk......"

"Yeah but it's not like milk milk....."

"Shut up, d'ya wan' me to help ya or do ya want sore tits?"