Jack hadn't been traveling with the Doctor and Rose very long, but he had certainly developed quite the lust for the blonde. Her accent, so exotic and sensual, her breasts and hips in perfect proportion.
Honestly, if she hadn't looked so damnably hot dangling from that rope, he might not have saved her. Granted, there were many other factors playing into the rescue as well, such as her importance and value to his con as well as his desire to injure as few people as possible, but he liked to tell himself that anyway.
Now he lay on the bed of one of the TARDIS bedrooms, thinking about the curvy blonde next door. He knew that the Doctor had a thing for Rose, but he would never act on it. He also knew that the Doctor recognized his New Age humanity, meaning that he would literally fuck just about anything that moved and had a hole. So this was expected right? He was after all, the man with the insatiable libido.
Suddenly his thought process took a turn for the dirty and his blood headed south, pooling in his groin as images and snippets of the blonde flooded his mind. He wondered how that bleached blonde hair would feel between his fingers as her delicious candy pink lips stretched around his engorged length. He wondered about the noises she would make; sighs and squeals and needy moans as he raked his teeth over her clit and flicked it with his tongue, her hips involuntarily raising higher and higher as she lifted her pelvis into his pleasure-bringing mouth in search of only one thing; more. The noise caught between a scream and a moan as her body lifted off the bed, sculpted back arching as she cried out just before she careened over the edge, the groan of frustration and toss of her head as he pulled away just before pure ecstasy, only to be brought back the that point over and over before he finally let her go.
Throughout his brief fantasy, Jack had grown harder and harder, and by now his too-tight boxer-briefs were not an option. Sitting up, he threw the covers back and shimmied out of the tight underwear. He let out a sigh-moan hybrid as his erection was freed, all nine inches standing tall, proud and unrestricted. His hand lingered at the base as he wondered how long it had been; two months by his math. Too long, anyway. Much too long.
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Rose lay in her fluffy bed kindly provided by the TARDIS, staring at the ceiling. Captain Jack Harkness. A mysterious, cocky, smoking hot man. She didn't know too much about him, but she could tell he would show up later in her life and that not only was he an asset, but a great friend, too. Funny, loyal, brave, caring, sexy, hot, irresistible... she tried to stop herself as her thoughts deviated, but she had seen him stripped down to an undershirt and suspenders. That t-shirt, so tight, fitting his skin perfectly, showing off just enough to make you want to see the rest of it. She could tell he had gorgeous abs, and when he had lifted his arms over his head, the white shirt had lifted along with them, exposing his hip bones and Apollo's belt, making her almost whimper in want.
Now she thought of what he was hiding under those slacks; a gorgeous, thick cock just begging for attention. She wanted to taste him, feel him in her mouth, warm and velvety smooth with a core of steel. How badly she wanted his mouth over her clit; on her nipples, hard and pebbled in arousal. She wanted his tongue delving in between her slick folds and to feel him thrusting in and out of her with all the passion in the world.
Sighing in contempt for her hormones, she let her hand push her oversized t-shirt over her belly and slip underneath her blue lacy panties to caress herself, tilting her head back as she slipped a finger inside. A small mewl of pleasure escaped her plump lips and she knew what she needed and that her body would not be sated until she had him.
Wiping her finger on her shirt and standing up, she opened the door and stepped into the TARDIS hallway to go find Jack.