sitting on the couch watching tv, almost falling asleep when jack pulls you to lay your head on his lap with a hard grasp on the back of your neck, your cheek laying flat on his crotch, his big hand snaking under your collar and reaching down the back of your shirt
“you tired, kid?” he asks, voice husky and low
all you do is let out a soft groan and nuzzle further into his crotch. his cold hand moving further down your back…………
jack who when he’s tired doesn’t pull out to fuck back into you he just keeps grinding deeper n deeper, pelvis nudging on your clit
jack head slumps into your shoulder, silver curls scratching on ur cheek. he leaves wet kisses to your neck, sucking and biting then smoothing his tongue over the nip, your breathy moans fanning over his ear
he groans into his marks as you press ur ankles into his lower back, needing him impossibly closer to you
Summary: Abbot finally manages to persuade Robby into sharing you.
Warnings: Dark-ish Dr. Robby, power imbalance, implied age-gap, jealousy. Smut| eiffel tower kinda threesome, oral sex (m and f receiving), unprotected p in v sex, creampie, praising, pet names.
This is a second part to this fic, but it can be read alone
The bar was crowded. The kind of crowded you could barely hear yourself think, which is probably why Michael hadn’t shut the conversation down right away.
“C’mon, man, I know you two have your own... arrangement.” Dr. Abbot was talking, a little amused at the annoyance on his friend’s face.
Robby was acting as if what he was asking was scandalous. When, really, they both knew how many more scandalous things they’d done together.
“I’m not saying I want it to change, just- y’know...” Jack raised his brow, his gaze panning to you. “We could try once, for old time’s sake.”
Michael’s jaw ticked.
“I’m not sharing her.”
His eyes were on you too now. You were oblivious, laughing and talking with all the other residents at the table across the room.
“C’mon, you know you’d like it.” Abbot rebutted, taking a step closer to the man.
It was like you sensed something was happening. One moment you were laughing with Whitaker; the other your eyes had found the two men staring at you.
It felt as if the world froze, and all any of you could sense was each other.
“Just imagine how pretty she’ll look,” Jack was murmuring, only for Robby to hear, “with two cocks filling her up... How out of it she’ll be while we use her until she can’t take it anymore.”
Michael inhaled sharply, his traitorous mind picturing exactly what Abbot was putting in his head.
“You know you want that,” Abbot continued, sensing Robby’s breaking point closer. “You know you wanna feel her come on your cock while she moans around mine.”
The night’s attending was met with silence for a moment- that was until Dr. Robinavitch finally gave up, shaking his head as he groaned, “Fucking damnit”.
__ __ __
- I’m leaving -
The text told you all you needed to know.
It had been weeks now.
Weeks of stolen glances and murmured praises and secret texts that told you when to start saying goodbye to people so as not to seem suspicious when Dr. Robby left too.
At the end of most shifts, you ended up going home with Micheal, sometimes you even spent the night.
You were, as he put it, his special girl. And it was a feeling like no other.
The only thing that was hard was pretending like nothing ever happened while you were at work. You caught yourself slipping up more times than you liked to admit.
Sometimes it was a reference to “last night,” sometimes it was a touch that lingered too long, or a stare that conveyed too much... thankfully, however, no one seemed to suspect anything.
Or at least no one had brought it up with you.
You made your round of goodbyes, and with the excuse of being tired, you finally managed to get out of the bar.
The chilly night’s air greeted you as the doors closed behind you.
You shivered, closing your jacket as you started to walk to where you knew Michael’s car was parked.
The streetlamps illuminated the sidewalk with a soft glow as silence wrapped around you.
There was no one out.
No one except...
Dr. Abbot was leaning on a car you knew all too well.
Shit.
What were you supposed to do? You couldn’t exactly stop there now. What were you gonna tell him? That you were waiting on your attending so he could take you back to his home and fuck you?
Not to mention the fact you didn’t want Michael to see you talking to Jack- hell, him flirting with you was the reason all of this started.
You were planning to just give him a little nod of acknowledgment and keep walking, when, to your dismay, he shattered all your plans.
“Hey, sweetheart.”
You skidded to a stop, trying to think of what to say.
“Dr. Abbot. Hi,” you finally regained the ability to speak, conceding him a quick smile.
“You can come closer, I don’t bite,” he chuckled.
His arms were crossed against his chest as he watched you with amusement.
You must have looked dumb, blinking up at him from five feet away.
“I just... I was making my way home,” you lied, your voice weak.
“You sure?” his lips pulled into a smirk.
“I-” you trailed off, watching the look in his eyes intently.
And in an instant, it clicked.
He knew.
“Do you... Do you know?” you asked, your voice low as you hurried closer to him.
Again, he laughed as he looked you up and down, seemingly happy with what he found.
“I know a lot of things, sugar,” he murmured, his fingers moving some hair out of your face, his thumb lingering on your cheek,
His touch warmed your skin like liquid fire, sending shivers to places they had no business going.
“I know you’re very beautiful,” he murmured softly, his words caressing your skin. “I know that even if you try to hide it, you like looking at me...”
“Stop,” you whispered, biting your lip, “y- you shouldn’t.”
“Shouldn’t do what?” he hummed, his eyes falling to your lips as he leaned closer.
Your heart picked up like a hummingbird. You could almost feel his lips on yours, his beard on your skin, and his hand in your hair- when someone cleared his throat to your right.
Fuck.
You gasped, jumping back as if Abbot’s touch had turned scorching hot.
Dr. Robinavitch was right there, looking at what was happening- looking at you.
“We weren’t- nothing happened,” you blurted out immediately, eliciting a cackle from Abbot.
You were expecting to see anger in Michael’s eyes, but when you looked closer... There was just some jealousy; the rest was something else.
“It’s ok, baby,” he reassured you.
“R-really?”
He gave you a simple nod, and you sighed shakily with relief.
Your breathing was starting to get back to normal, but as you watched the two men before you, a weird sensation overwhelmed you.
Michael had moved to stand beside Jack, and both their eyes were on you.
You’d noticed them before,talking in the bar while looking at you, but you just assumed it was something to do with work, but now it felt... different.
What the hell was going on?
“You ever been to Paris, sweetheart?”
It was Abbot’s voice that broke the silence.
“Jesus,” Robby laughed, shaking his head.
Huh?
“W-what?” you murmured, confused.
But they simply looked at each other, a grin on both their lips.
“Nothing, baby, just get in the car.”
__ __ __
You felt dazed as you followed Dr. Robby into his apartment.
The door closed behind Abbot with a loud click, and you almost jumped.
You had no clue what was going on. You had no idea how you were supposed to act.
You certainly couldn’t behave like you did when you and Michael were alone, but it’s not like he remembered that.
He’d already touched you inappropriately, and you hadn’t known how to react.
This was all so confusing.
“You want something to drink?”
While Jack answered positively behind you, you could only shake your head no.
Dr. Robinavitch smiled for a moment before walking to the kitchen, leaving you alone with the other man.
“Let’s get on the couch, yeah?”
When did he get so close?
His breath was fanning your neck, causing shivers down your spine.
“Mh-mh,” you hummed, complying.
You stared at your hands as he sat beside you.
“You don’t have to be nervous, sweetheart,” he spoke gently.
His voice was tinged with a delicious warmth.
“I just... I don’t really know what’s happening.”
Abbot couldn’t help but grin as his index finger guided your face up to look at him.
“We’re just here to... enjoy each other’s company,” he murmured, looking at you sweetly. “You don’t enjoy being around me?”
“No, I do,” you nodded shily.
“And you enjoy being with Robby?”
“Y-yes”
“That’s good,” Abbot bit down a proud smile as he moved closer, his fingers toying with your hair. “I bet he makes you enjoy yourself a lot.”
You choked on nothing at those words, heat spreading on your cheeks like wildfire.
“W-what? I-I”
I mean, it’s not like he was wrong. Dr. Robinavitch was definitely the best sex you’d ever had.
“It’s ok, sugar,” he shook his head, caressing your cheek soothingly. “I’m sure he does. There’s nothing wrong with it.”
Your breathing quickened, “Y-you shouldn’t know that.”
“Oh, Robby doesn’t care that I know what you two do,” he grinned, his gaze shifting behind you as Michael came into the living room. “Do you?”
You couldn’t bring yourself to turn and look at the man.
“Can’t say that I do.”
The answer shocked you. Why didn’t he want anyone else to know, but Abbot was fine? That made no sense.
“W-why?”
Michael was shrugging, finally in your line of sight now. He handed a beer to Abbot and sat on your other side, taking a swing of his own bottle.
“’Cause sweetheart...” Jack murmured, placing the beer on the coffee table next to him, before letting his hand slowly move to your thigh, “Robby and me... we’ve got a history.”
You swallowed, trying to make sense of his words.
“A history?” you repeated, watching each man questioningly.
A beat passed, then two.
“A history of sharing women, sweetheart,” Jack spoke softly, but your heart skipped a beat nevertheless.
Did he just say...
“You’re in a rush,” Robby commented, arching a brow at the other man.
“I’ve been wanting this for a long time,” Abbot answered truthfully, his eyes only on you.
Your heart was pounding in your chest, and yet you felt almost hypnotized by the look in Abbott’s eyes.
He just grinned, his fingers leaving your face as he reached for his beer and took a sip.
“At the same time?”
It felt dirty to even say it, but the lava-like heat low in your belly was everlasting.
The things you were picturing...
“Yes, baby,” Robby spoke now, his hand finding your other thigh.
“Y-you mean...” you couldn’t even finish the sentence, your brain was short-circuiting.
“Yes, sugar.” Michael leaned closer, kissing you slowly without any warning. “We like to fuck women at the same time.”
You were pretty sure you weren’t breathing anymore.
Both their hands and stares were on you, and you felt like you could have died.
“Is that something you’d be interested in?” Abbot asked, his gaze burning.
“I’ve never done anything... like that.”
You glanced at the beer bottles forgotten on the coffee table, trying to calm yourself.
“We’ll teach you, sweetheart.”
You gulped as Robby asked, “So?”
You looked at each of them, eyes wide, breathing erratic, and the answer was out before you could stop it.
“Yes”
I mean, it’s not like it was much of a tough question- You couldn’t think of one person on this earth that would turn the opportunity down.
Robby’s lips pulled into a smirk.
“Good girl,” he praised you, before crashing his mouth with yours.
You whimpered into the kiss as he tasted you like he owned you- the kiss was hard, branding, and it left you breathless.
He pulled away way too soon, but then he nodded to Abbot, and you felt about to combust.
Was this really happening?
Your question was answered in a matter of seconds, because as soon as you turned around, Abbot was leaning closer.
His kiss started softer, like he was trying to test out the water, or perhaps trying to hold himself back.
But then something switched, your tongue started exploring his mouth too, and he groaned, as his movements turned desperate... hungry.
His hands gripped your face as he forced you impossibly close to him, and he made a point of tasting every single inch of you until he could barely breathe.
Your puffy lips caused a smile to Jack’s face as he leaned away.
He really had been wanting to do this for a long time.
“Let’s go to the bedroom.” Robby’s voice broke the thick silence.
__ __ __
You were sitting on the bed like you’d been told to, watching with a mix of anxiety and excitement as the two men glanced at each other, communicating silently, before looking back at you.
You had so many questions- you wanted to ask how any of this was gonna work, you wanted to ask what was gonna happen... but no words could make it out of your mouth.
They were silent too. Not in your panicky way, but in a calm, confident way.
Jack moved first, walking to you before slowly kneeling down. His hands fell to your legs, and butterflies filled your stomach.
“Let’s get you out of these clothes, yeah?”
Robby rounded the bed, the mattress creaking underneath his weight as he came to kneel behind you.
Wordlessly, Jack undid your pants while Robby helped you out of your shirt.
In moments, you sat there in only a pair of panties and a bra.
You would have felt self-conscious, if it wasn’t for the adoration blanketing the men’s eyes.
Michael took off your bra, and you watched Abbot’s jaw tick as his eyes fell to your naked chest.
He didn’t move - it was Robby who initiated the dance.
His mouth fell to your neck, leaving hot, wet kisses on it while his hands traveled up to cup your tits hard, squeezing and groping as he groaned against your neck.
Your eyes were on Abbot as you bit your bottom lip, trying and failing to silence your moans.
It was a weird feeling, having someone watch such an intimate moment... but it was extraordinary too.
It took a moment for Jack to snap out of it, but once he did, he just smirked at you as he slowly peeled your panties off.
You held your breath, your hand shooting to Michael’s hair as he sucked on a spot behind your ear that made you feel dizzy.
Abbot couldn’t resist anymore, as much as he enjoyed the show, he guided your legs to open, watching with twisted satisfaction your whole heat come into view for him.
“Oh, sweetheart,” he cooed, leaning down further, his fingers gripping the outside of your thighs, “You’ve got the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen.”
You only whimpered as he moved your legs to rest on his shoulders, his breath fanning to your core while his lips started to leave taunting kisses on the inside of your thighs.
Soft whines left your throat as his stubble grazed your skin, his mouth inching closer to where you needed it, but never fully reaching it.
You tried to wiggle your hips to get him closer, but all that caused was a smirk on Jack’s lips and a sudden bite to your skin.
You yelped, causing both men to laugh.
“Please,” you mumbled, your chest heaving.
“Begging already?” Abbot shook his head, chuckling as he continued to torture you.
“Jack’s taking his sweet time, huh?” Robby spoke to your ear, sending shivers down your spine.
You nodded desperately, hoping he’d get on your side and tell the man to get to work... only of course, Robby absolutely loved seeing you like this.
“I wanna enjoy this,” Jack spoke in between kisses, and now licks, to your sensitive skin. “Who knows when you’re gonna let me do this again.”
“If.” Robby corrected him immediately, moving your hair to the side to grant some attention to other spots on your throat. “If I’m gonna let you do this again.”
“See?” Abbot arched a brow, laughing softly as he looked at you. “He’s seriously possessive about you, sweetheart- You really cast a spell on him.”
You couldn’t help but smile at that. The thought of you being so special to Robby... it did things to you.
The distraction lasted only so long, because soon Jack was back at kissing your skin and you were back at whining.
“I’ll give you something to keep you occupied, baby, don’t worry.”
With that, Robby undid his zipper, quickly guiding you to lie down and taking his cock out of his pants.
He pulled your head on his lap, giving his dick a quick squeeze.
“Open up.”
In a second, you found yourself sucking his big tip into your mouth.
“That’s it, baby, that’s it.” Robby inhaled sharply, moving your hair out of the way.
You wanted to do a good job, but the moment you felt Abbot’s lips on your mound, the task kind of fell into the background.
You looked, as much as you could, down at Jack, as he finally gave you what you wanted.
In seconds, all that teasing was forgotten. The man was starving.
His tongue delved into your slick pussy like he’d been waiting his whole life for it. He was licking and kissing and sucking everything he could find, and you were already over the moon.
“Fuck- you taste amazing,” Abbot groaned.
You moaned around Robbys cock, as Jack’s lips began focusing on your clit, stretching it and sucking it into his mouth enough to drive you crazy, just to stop and focus everywhere else.
The room filled with the sound of his feasting and your pathetic attempt at giving Robby head.
Abbot’s nose was deep inside your core as his tongue delved into your hole, eating you out from within and making you see stars.
Your back arched from the bed, but his strong hands quickly pulled you back down.
His biceps were bulging against his shirt, and his eyes were laser-focused on you, watching every single proof of his good job cross your face.
“Jack’s making you feel good?”
You nodded desperately, looking up at Robby, one of your hands gripping his forearm as his friend made out with your pussy.
“Yeah? So much so, you forgot how to suck my cock?”
Those words sent a wave of something desperate through you as you immidiately began trying to bob your head and suck more of him into your mouth.
You looked up at him with apology, trying to please him as much as you could in the position you were in.
“Have mercy on her, Robby,” Jack spoke against your core, shooting delicious vibrations through your body. “Who knows when’s the last time someone ate her out this is good,” he smirked, shooting you a wink. “Ain’t that right, sweetheart?”
Heat invaded your face as you pretended not to hear, all the while not being able to silence your moans.
He really was spectacular at it.
It’s not like Dr. Robby didn’t eat you out, it’s just that it was different... Robby was quick, aggressive; he was a taker. He made you come as if you owed it to him- while Abbot... he was taking his time tasting all of you, showing love to every inch of you, and just simply... giving.
You were making a mess, you were drenched and slick all over, and you could see your juices all over Jack’s face, but he simply kept going, groaning into you in pleasure as he dined.
“Mmmph-” You hummed around Robby’s cock once Jack finally started focusing on your clit again, your free hand moving to grasp his silver locks.
He watched you like a hawk, gripping your thighs as he quite simply decided to put an end to this torture and make you come.
Which he did- in an embarrassing short amount of time, you found yourself crying out like a madwoman as a tsunami of pleasure washed over you.
You regained consciousness as Jack’s lips found your stomach, starting a trail that led him all the way to your mouth.
Robby had taken his cock out of your mouth somewhere in the meantime.
Abbot kissed you softly, letting you taste yourself as your hands cradled his face, palm against his humid stubble.
“You did real good, sweetheart.”
“Thank you,” you mumbled, eyes half-lidded as you tried to calm your breathing.
He smiled, kissing you once more before leaning away and off of you until he was standing up.
It was then that you noticed Michael was already undressing, and renewed heat pooled in your belly as both men stood shirtless in front of you.
“I wanna look at her,” Jack spoke to his friend as he got rid of his pants.
Robby looked at him for a moment as he did the same, appearing almost annoyed with the request.
“Fine. As long as you don’t come inside her.”
At that, Abbot’s lips pulled into a grin and he shook his head, looking at you as he muttered, “So possessive.”
You wanted to smile, but then Jack took off his underwear, and all thoughts left your head.
Your mouth hung slightly open as you blatantly admired him. His pecs, his strong, broad chest, the V-shape pointing downwards to his big, huge cock...
“You can handle it, sweetheart,” he winked, slowly stepping towards you.
Without so much as a warning, he pulled you closer to the edge of the bed, your feet planted on the mattress and legs spread for him.
He wasn’t much bigger than Robby; he was just girthier.
You glanced at Michael, swallowing dryly.
He was still wearing underwear as he watched the scene unfold.
He hadn’t realized how much he’d missed this.
“You’re gonna be good for Jack, baby?”
You nodded mindlessly, whining softly as Abbot gripped his dick and slid it against your slick folds.
“I’m sure you will, sugar,” he smiled, leaning down to kiss you quickly. “You’ll have to forgive me if I can’t fuck you missionary, it’s kind of hard with my leg,” he murmured against your mouth.
He was saying it mostly for himself. It was at times like this that he hated what had happened to him- getting robbed of normalcy, not being able to do what so many took for granted. Not being able to kiss the woman he was fucking, just because of his fucking prosthetic, angered him much more than it should have.
Your eyes panned down to his right leg, nodding slowly “It’s ok,” you murmured.
With that, he kissed you once more before standing upright again.
With how wet he’d made you, he managed to slip into you with ease... or the first inch at least.
Your back arched from the bed as he retracted his hips and thrust into you, repeating the routine over and over again until he was finally fully seated inside of you.
You cried out his name as you fisted the sheets under you, your legs wrapping around his waist as he gripped the outside of your legs.
“Fuck me,” he groaned, stopping for a moment to regain some sort of control. “So tight for me, sweetheart.”
You could only moan in response, the feeling of being so full rendering you a putty mess.
“Please,” you murmured, your hips trying to move to gain friction, “Please, Dr. Abbot.”
“You want me to move?” he taunted.
You nodded feverishly, eyes shut as your heart beat like crazy in your chest.
Yes, please.
“Look at me,” he ordered, watching you comply in a second, “Like that, good girl.”
Your eyes met his, and just like that- he started fucking you.
Your breath got stuck in your throat as his dick began plunging into you over and over again, balls slapping against your ass as you felt him reach parts so deep inside of you that had you curling your toes.
You were whimpering with every thrust, your pussy barely able to stretch around all of him.
“So pretty,” Jack grumbled as he started going harder, faster, shutting your brain down altougether.
You were so lost in Abbot’s gaze that you didn’t notice Robby walking to the end of the bed, right where your head lay.
He was fisting his cock slowly, watching you take his friend’s dick like a champ, until he couldn’t simply look anymore.
Without speaking a single word, he turned your head towards him, guiding your mouth to open with a thumb to your bottom lip.
“R-robby,” you cried out, pupils filled with ecstasy as they almost rolled to the back of your head.
Abbot was making you feel that good.
“I know, baby, I know,” he cooed, impatiently guiding his cock into your mouth.
This time, you didn't even try to suck it. You were too far gone.
Thankfully, however, he took pity on you and simply started using your mouth as he would with your pussy.
The feeling of both of them inside you... both of them using you however they pleased made you feel on top of the world.
You were hot all over, drooling around Michael’s shaft while soaking Jack’s.
Both men were groaning in pleasure, a choir of sounds that made you feel close to the edge even faster.
“Doing so good for us, baby,” Michael groaned, looking down at you almost proudly as he abused your throat.
You were gagging, tears welling in your eyes as your right hand went to grip his waist, needing something to keep you grounded- keep you sane.
“Jack’s making you feel good?”
“Mh-mh,” you nodded as best as you could, glancing at the man furiously fucking you.
“Yeah, I am,” He growled, his movements frantic, desperate, “I can feel you squeezing me, sugar.”
You could feel every ridge and vein of his dick against your velvety walls, claiming every inch of you as if he wanted to leave an invisible mark.
“Taking me so good, sweetheart,” he murmured, “So deep.”
You could only moan in response, involuntarily squeezing him tighter and eliciting a deep rumble from his chest.
“Let me hear her.”
Michael hesitated a second before complying, pulling himself out of your mouth.
Immidiately, you were moaning like crazy into the thick air, your eyes on Jack’s.
He was gonna remember those sounds for the rest of his life.
“Fuck” he grumbled as you whimpered for him, “You’re gonna come for me?”
“Y-yes,” you couldn’t help but mumble the truth, “Please Dr. A-Abbott- please.”
“Jack, sweetheart,” he smiled, “Call me Jack when I’m fucking you.”
You nodded, biting your lip.
“Oh!” you squeaked as Michael’s hand materialized on your clit. “O-Oh my god- Jack- I-I-”
“I know sugar, come for me,” he breathed, “come around my cock like a good girl.”
You glanced at Robby, and when he nodded in encouragement, you couldn’t help but let go.
The tension in your belly exploded with the force of a volcano as your orgasm took over your body.
You writhed and moaned and cried, eyes shut in pleasure, until you could finally remember where you were again.
Jack was still slowly thrusting into you, letting you ride out your high, but the movements were very quickly turning overstimulating.
You could only whine, opening your eyes up again as you tried to scoot away from him.
“Too much?”
“Y-yes,” you nodded, biting your lip.
He smirked, eyes falling to where you were still swallowing him up. “I’d love to get another one out of you, but I think someone’s getting impatient.”
Your eyes panned to the man next to him, eyes dark and cock angry... yes, he indeed seemed impatient.
You gave Jack a lopsided smile, already feeling fucked out of your mind, and he finally pulled out of you.
It was a miracle he’d managed not to bust inside you.
“Get on your hands and knees, baby.”
You felt weak as you obeyed Michael’s command. Your legs were barely holding your weight as you got into position, but it was when you felt Robby climb onto the bed and slide his dick against your folds, when Jack came into view, standing before you, his cock right in line with your face- that you gulped.
You had no clue how you were gonna survive this.
“I-I,” you stuttered nervously, looking at Robinavitch behind you.
He only shushed you as his palm stroked your ass, and he started guiding himself into your core.
“Shh, baby,” he cooed, “You can do it- I know you can... now be good and suck Jack’s cock while I fuck you, yeah?”
You swallowed the sand in your throat, trying to stifle your moans as he filled you up.
“You want to be a good girl for me, right, baby? For us?”
Finally, you nodded. Of course you did.
You looked back at Abbot as Michael seated himself completely inside of you.
You cried out, your body and consequently your face sliding forward with the thrust, making your lips come in contact with Jack’s tip.
Having it right in front of you like this made a completely different effect. Trimmed gray hair adorned his base, and his cock looked even bigger up close.
You eyed his member worriedly before looking up at him.
He smiled at the look in your eyes, his hand shifting to move some hair away from your face, his thumb lingering on your cheek to caress your skin.
“It’s alright, sweetheart,” he soothed you, gently guiding his dick into your mouth.
His head fell back, hissing under his breath as you instinctively hollowed your cheeks.
“Jesus,” he groaned, his hand going to fist your hair in a makeshift bun as you began working him into your mouth, all the while looking up at him like a literal angel.
Michael needed to speed things up because he was already much too close to the edge.
Thankfully, it was like the other man heard him and did exactly that.
Robby’s pace quickened and hardened at the same time. His thrusts turning brutal, scathing, and leaving you a complete mess.
You could feel him everywhere, every single cell in your body was being overriden by how good he was making you feel.
He was fucking you like he always did. He claimed you, fingers buried into your skin enough to bruise, and cock so deep inside of you, you’d feel like something was missing the moment he pulled out.
Actual tears dampened your cheeks as his pace forced you to gag around Jack’s cock.
“Good girl,” Michael groaned, landing a quick slap on your ass, “take it, like that- good.”
“Doing so good, sweetheart,” Abbot breathed from above you, knuckles white with the effort not to come in your mouth much earlier than he wanted to.
You were moaning around him, nothing but a doll at their mercy as your body moved however they wanted.
You weren’t in control anymore- not that you ever were- but now you felt truly so out of it you almost wondered if you’d already fallen asleep and this was just a hot, lucid dream.
As spent as you felt, however, a burning, familiar feeling started coiling low in your belly.
Michael’s hand reached your tits, his fingers toying with your nipples, before suddenly pinching your right one, and that feeling only heightened.
Your walls were strangling Robby’s cock as you struggled to keep your eyes open.
“Fuck, baby,” he groaned, “Fuck- that’s it.”
His fingers found your bundle of nerves, and it was like the pearly gates of heaven opened up for you.
Your muffled cries sounded through the room as, once again, you reached your peak.
“Good girl— come for me.”
Jack didn’t even try to hold it anymore and came with a loud grunt, forcing himself as deep as he could down your throat and painting it all white.
“I’m gonna fill you up now-” Robby was hissing, his thrusts turning sloppy as he got closer and closer “Gonna give it all to you, baby— all of it.”
And that’s exactly what he did. He filled you up with a growl, flushing his pevis with your ass in one brutal final thrust.
Your legs trembled as you dropped onto the bed, eyes closed and breathing erratic.
Both men were staring at you, at the come leaking out of your core, at the mess that had become of your hair, at the flush on your cheeks... and they couldn’t help but chuckle.
“Fuck, man,” Robby shook his head, still out of breath.
“Told you it’d be worth it.” Jack grinned, patting the man’s back.
Jack who lets you sink down on his cock in his lap the first time the two of you are intimate — almost nuts as soon as he's sheated to the hilt. Silver brows furrowed and crows feet defined at the corners of his freckled cheeks.
"Y'okay?" You coo, moving your hand up and down the thick of his chest, massaging his skin through the fabric of his navy compression top.
Jack grabs your hand at his chest, holding it there softly as he nods, laughing softly, "Just need a minute. S'been a while."
You rock yourself from side to side on your knees, settling further down on the length of him, balls pressed up against the curve of your ass.
"Tappin' out already?" You quirk an eyebrow, grabbing the curve of his jaw in your free hand.
Jack peers up at you under his lashes, lips pulled into a smirk as he pumps his hips up into so abruptly you nearly topple over onto his chest, your hand slipping from his jaw to hold yourself steady on his pec.
Jack pulls the hand he's holding up to his lips, pressing a soft kiss to your palm, "Yeah, s'what I thought. Let's just let daddy do the work, m'kay?"
thinking about pope cody laying his head in your lap, nuzzling your stomach while you jerk him off. cooing little praises and running your fingers through his hair with your other hand. watching him completely come apart below you, eyes squeezed shut, whimpering and rolling his hips up into you. dipping down to squeeze his balls as he reaches up to take your tit in his mouth, sucking on your nipple and whining. spitting on your hand for more lubrication and jerking him faster, harder, twisting when you get to the tip, and grinning when he paints his abs with his cum.
