Cherry Baby
I didn't proofread this, thank goodnesssss I edit my posts
This is technically a part two to Cherry Red, but can be read as a standalone!
18+ content only! 8.5K tags: sexual content, Jack Abbot x Reader, Dr. Robby x Reader, Rabbot x Reader, P with some Plot again look at me go, praise, dirty talk, oral (f! receiving), fingering, piv, double piv, threeway, DP, breeding kink, squirting, aftercare !!!, alcohol consumption, idk what else even though I wrote it !! ::D
The three of you ducked out of the bathroom about as innocently as you could. Jack’s hand was back in yours, pulling you along behind him, Robby’s hand hot on your back.
You were covered in love bites, your shoulders and neck bruised from Robby’s attention in the bathroom. You could still feel the ghost of the scratch of his beard, his spit still drying on your skin. You were thankful for the cover of the large canvas jacket that was currently over your shoulders. The weight of it was comforting. It smelled like him, musky and wood.
The door to the bar closed behind you, shutting out the thumping bass music and pulsing lights. You took a deep breath, thankful for the cool night air and relatively quiet street as they lead you a few steps away from the bar’s entrance. It felt like the first real breath you’d been able to take since Trinity marched you up to that table and changed the course of your evening.
Jack’s hand let go of yours to cross his arms across his broad chest, his eyebrow raised as he stared at Robby. Robby’s hand was still on your back, his large palm skating around the side of your waist and tugging you closer to his side.
They were arguing about where exactly home meant for the night. You were focusing on not chickening out. You were confident in the bar, the alcohol and tension giving you an edge you weren’t used to feeling.
If it weren’t for the ache between your things and what just happened in the bathroom, you think this was maybe a dream. Way too mushy. A porno would fit better.
“Fine. We’ll go to yours. I’m driving though.” Jack huffed, shaking his head, his silver curls nearly shining in the streetlights.
His voice drew your attention back to the conversation at hand, his hazel eyes meeting yours. He smiled and winked, reaching out and interlacing his fingers with yours, tugging you towards him.
You took a step towards him and out of Robby’s embrace, Robby’s hand skating along your back for a second.
“What? You don’t want a ride?” Robby asked, his eyebrows pulled low over chocolate brown eyes. He gave you a cheeky grin and gestured to a motorcycle a few paces away from the door. “Wanna come with me, Red?”
You flicked your concerned gaze between him and the bike a few times, watching his cheeky grin widen at the look on your face. There was no way you were getting on that thing, Robby or not.
“Um… Didn’t you say you were an emergency room doctor?” You asked, incredulously, your brow arching.
Jack barked a laugh from beside you as Robby spluttered indignantly at your response for a moment. Before you could add anything, Jack tugged you fully to his side, letting go of your hand to instead slip underneath Robby’s jacket. His hand rested warm and heavy on the small of your back.
“I like you, sweetheart.” He said with a smile, leaning down and giving you a molten hot kiss, slow and deep.
“Alright, alright, that’s enough.” Robby reached out, shoving Jack’s shoulder slightly. Jack stumbled back, breaking the kiss, a charming grin on his face.
“I didn’t say anything!” Jack chuckled, his free hand up in mock defeat.
“And you,” Robby said, leaning down and sticking a finger in your chest. “You just wait, you cheeky little thing.”
You smiled up at him, biting at your lower lip. His brown eyes were dark and taunting, the grin on his face curling into something a bit more sly. His hand shot up to grab your chin, tilting your face up to meet his. His large thumb rubbed at your lip, pulling it out of your worrying teeth.
Your tongue darted out, softly licking at his thumb. His reaction is immediate, a breath punching out of his chest as his mouth popped open for a moment. Jack’s hand squeezes at your back, pulling you tighter to his side, his body warm and solid against yours.
“Fuck,” Robby groaned, using his hold on your chin to pull you into a kiss of his own. His is sharper, his teeth nibbling at your lips.
“I’ll meet ya there, Red.” He promised tauntingly, giving your chin a squeeze before letting go and stepping backward towards his bike.
“C’mon trouble.” Jack whispered into your ear, turning the other way and walking you towards a silver truck a few buildings down from where you’re standing. You let him lead you, a ridiculous giggle bubbling out of your lips.
Jack had opened and closed your door for you, like a gentleman, before hopping in the driver's seat and turning the engine over, his radio flickering to life. It hummed a gentle tune, one you’d loved for a long time.
“I love this song.” You murmured, relaxing into Robby’s large, warm jacket and the music.
Jack smiled and turned it up before reaching to grab your hand, running his thumb along the back of it. He waited to pull out of his parking spot until he heard Robby’s engine rumble.
The ride to Robby’s was overall uneventful. The lights of downtown Pittsburgh flashed by, the music soft and conversation easy. Jack and you chatted a bit more about your life, divulging that you worked in a library and had moved to the city a few years ago.
Throughout the ride, his hand doesn’t leave yours, eyes flicking over to yours every once in a while. The weight of it, the repetitive brush of his thumb was warm, comforting. While it lacked the fire his earlier touches carried, it somehow landed harder, lodging somewhere deep in your chest.
When you turned the corner into a quieter neighbourhood, you could feel your pulse pick up as you realized you must be close by. You quiet yourself, peering at the park and smaller properties you passed, nerves starting to creep in. The bathroom was different - you weren’t expecting it, though, you were delighted by it. It caught you by surprise and let you take advantage of the moment.
This was thought and intention and planning, and their promises of more.
Jack seems to notice your shift, slowing the truck further, glancing at you assessingly.
“What are you thinking about, pretty?” Jack asked, flipping your hand over between the two of you and threading his fingers through yours. Fingers that had just recently been touching you very intimately.
“Nothing.” You breathe, giving him an airy smile.
Jack stopped the car in the middle of the empty street to consider you further.
“You can still decide you don’t want this.” He murmured, glancing down at your joined hands before flicking his intense eyes back up to yours, scanning your face. “Just say the word and I’ll take you home.”
“No!” you say quickly, giving what you hoped was a confident smile. “I want it. This. I’m just… nervous.”
Jack smiled softly at you before picking up your hands and lifting them to his lips. He gives a soft kiss to the back of your hand, sparking new nerves to fly directly to your tummy.
“Don’t be nervous, baby.” He said quietly. “We’ll take good care of you.”
Your smile is softer this time, nodding and biting at your bottom lip. Jack smiles again, shaking his head as he puts your joined hands down on his thigh now, giving your palm a squeeze and letting off the brakes.
You can tell you’ve arrived at Robby’s, the second last unit on a row of gorgeous brownstones, by the bike waiting on the pavement in front of it, and the large man leaning against the brick wall.
Jack pulled into the empty spot on the street behind Robby’s bike and gave your hand a squeeze, telling you to stay right there. The door shut behind him, giving you a moment to yourself in the quiet cab of the vehicle. You let out a shaky breath, fingers worrying at the hem of Robby’s jacket, watching as Jack rounds the front of the vehicle. You got this. Nothing to be nervous about.
The feeling of your soaked panties and why they felt like that was reason enough for your nerves to flare anew. Anticipation. Nerves. What the fuck are you doing?
You heard Robby say a few words to Jack, the former shaking his head at him before he popped open the truck door. He offers you his hand, once again, like a gentleman, as you step out into the quiet evening once again, walking you towards Robby and his front door.
“Hi Red,” Robby rumbles from where he leans, a warm smile on his face.
“Hi Robby,” You respond, smiling.
“Wanna come inside and I can get you a drink?”
Thank god.
You nod, feeling shy again as he stands from the wall. Robby reaches and catches your hand in his, tugging you along as he unlocks his front door. He enters, pulling you behind, with Jack following a few steps behind.
Robby lets go of your hands to drop his keys and kick off his boots, walking around and turning on lights, flicking on lamps.
You take off your shoes, stepping into his space, giving a cursory glance around. It was nice, definitely a bachelor’s pad, with dark woods and comfy looking leather furniture.
Robby takes your hand, leading you to his kitchen, Jack removing his own shoes and closing the door behind you three.
You perch on a barstool, watching as Robby moves around his kitchen as he opens a cupboard, pulling out a few short tumbler glasses and a bottle of whiskey.
“Sorry Red, I don’t have anything sweet like you were drinking at the bar.” He said apologetically before turning to the fridge and grabbing a jar.
“I do, however, have these.” Robby dropped a few maraschino cherries in one of the glasses, pouring a little of the syrup in as well.
You smiled at him, secretly thankful, your cheeks warming when he winks at you.
“Fitting,” Jack hummed as he walked towards you, leaning on his elbows on the tabletop next to you and giving you a once over. “Matches your dress.”
You feel like your face matches the color of your outfit with how your cheeks are burning now.
“Your place is nice.” You said, feeling flustered.
“Thank you.” Robby hums, glancing up at you across the kitchen island, pouring the amber liquid in the three glasses.
“He had help decorating it.” Jack smirked. “Just so yaknow.”
“Well, I still think it’s nice.” You laughed, leaning your chin on your hand, glancing between them.
Robby shot him a dirty look as he passed out the glasses, yours with a few shining cherries in the bottom. You picked up the tumbler and took a sip, the whiskey burning a path of fire down your throat. It was sweet, smokey and strong.
“So, what did I miss on the drive over?” Robby asked, leaning against the counter behind him, his glass of whiskey in his hand.
“None of your business, old man.” Jack cut in from beside you, taking a sip of his own drink.
“Oh, you’re gonna be like that?” Robby asked him, his brow rising in annoyance.
“Yeeup.” Jack rumbled from beside you, leaning to bump his shoulder into yours. You shook your head for a moment, an easier smile slipping onto your face.
“We listened to some music and I told Jack a bit about my job. I work at a library and help out with their public programs. Community outreach, helping new arrivals, tutoring and childcare, stuff like that. Nowhere near as intense as what you guys do.” You said your smile growing, ignoring the betrayed look on Jack’s face.
“Maybe not,” Robby considered you. “Sounds worthwhile all the same. Do you like it?”
“Yeah, I really do.” You smiled, fingers playing with the rim of your glass.
“I used to work a corporate job and it sucked the life out of me. Meetings to ‘touch base’, huge egos to dance around and staring at a screen all day didn’t really work for me. I decided to find something that felt like the complete opposite of it at the time and found this. Helping people out, the quiet, calm of the old place. It’s nice to feel like I’m actually doing something that’s even halfway worthwhile.”
Jack’s lips twitched a smiled at you, his glass tilted in his hands.
“Well you didn’t tell me all of that.” He said, hazel eyes seeking out yours.
“You didn’t ask.” You said with a shrug, lifting your glass to cover the coy smile curling at your lip. You took another sip of your drink, the cherry-infused liquor melting hot through you and settling deep.
“Oh, so you’re gonna be like that?” Jack huffed, disbelievingly, an arch to his brow. Robby just chuckled across from you, his arms across his chest.
“Yeeup.” You repeated back to him, shooting him a playful look.
“Cherry-Baby has some sass to her, huh?” He hummed low, brow still arched, leaning into your space. His intense eyes flick across your face, lingering on your lips. You can feel your pulse spike, literally, with the burn of both Jack and Robby’s gaze on you.
“Maybe.” You said, a bit more shy than you’d like.
You were alone with two, very silver, very hot doctors, that had both picked you up at the club. This was definitely a porno.
“Good. We like sassy.” Robby cut in.
You flicked your gaze to him, still aware of how close Jack was now to you. You could feel his body heat, the brush of his arm against yours. Robby was watching you intently, his brows furrowed over his brown eyes and arms across his chest.
The same heat from before flickered alive, settling hot and low in your belly.
Your eyes flicked down to the glass in front of you, nerves flaming alight alongside the desire. You shuffled in your seat a bit, immediately, acutely aware of the fact you were still wearing Robby’s jacket, and the state of your still damp panties.
Before you can fathom what to say, how to flirt with both of them, what you were doing here, Jack turns to you, his assessing gaze flickering over you. You took another sip of your drink nervously, the burn from the liquor seemingly lighting you on fire. Jack seemed to notice you were still wearing Robby’s coat too, as he reached out, grasping at one of the canvas lapels.
“What are you doing still wearing this, sweetheart?” He asked, quietly.
“She looks good in it.” Robby hummed, a glint in his eyes as you flicked yours up to meet his.
“Of course you’d think that, you territorial bastard.” Jack huffed, throwing Robby an uninterested glance.
Jack’s hand runs along your shoulder, skating over the stiff fabric before making contact with the side of your neck. You take a small, sharp breath at the contact, eyes flicking to Jack’s hazel eyes. He looks down at you, a soft smile on his face. His hand slides under the collar of the jacket, shrugging it off of you onto the floor as his hand skates down your back.
“Jesus Robby.” Jack exhaled, looking at your neck and collarbone. “Did you have to eat her?”
It was the first time he could see you in proper light, and apparently, Robby had done a number on you. You shift your hand to your neck, looking down at yourself and seeing a few already purpling bruises, from Robby’s mouth. From the bathroom. Fuck. You clench your thighs in vain.
“Sorry baby, I should have been more careful.” Robby winced from where he was, his chocolate brown gaze sweeping over you. His brows were upturned in concern, but you could see something else flash across his face - something darker, hotter and promising.
“It’s okay,” you said, Jack’s hand still on your back, his presence enveloping you in his warm, spicy cologne. “I… liked it. I like it.” You breathed.
Jack let out a breath beside you, his hand squeezing at your back, your heart pounding in your chest. Robby abandoned his place against the counter, instead leaning on the table in front of you. He cut an imposing figure - large, broad, and seemingly calm. The way he gripped the tabletop in front of him said otherwise.
“You might be perfect.” Jack breathed, his hand ghosting up your spine to grasp the back of your neck. You feel your face flush at this, heart nearly pounding out of your chest. You pull your bottom lip between your teeth when you feel a smile start.
“I can’t stand it when you do that.” He said decisively, pulling your face towards his, crashing his lips into yours.
The hand at the back of your head tangles in your hair as your lips move together, your breaths leaving you pants. You can taste the whiskey on him - smokier and darker than your drink, intoxicating you in a different way.
You’re so preoccupied with not drowning in Jack’s kiss that you didn’t even realize Robby had rounded the table until he was crowding you in on the other side.
You broke Jack’s kiss with stars in your eyes, his mouth immediately moving down your jaw towards your neck, giving soft, wet, open-mouthed kisses on top of Robby’s bruises. You’re already panting, your nerves frayed and worn away. Robby meets you with his own kiss, grabbing your face in his hands, pushing his tongue into your mouth, deep and brutal.
You grasp at Robby’s arm with one hand, the back of Jack’s head with the other, doing your best to anchor yourself. You can feel hands practically all over you - at your waist, in your hair, caressing your face. You can feel Jack’s kisses along your skin, running close to the revealing neckline of your dress.
Breaking from Robby’s kiss, you pant, squirming in your seat. You were hot all over, brain working overtime to keep up with their touches, sounds, kisses. You blink up at Robby, eyelids fluttering when Jack kisses a particularly sweet spot.
“Wanna come to bed, Cherry-Baby?”
You fell into Robby’s bed in a tangle of laughs, limbs, and twisted clothing, your drinks abandoned in the kitchen.
You were perched on the edge of the bed, sat between the two men crowding you with their hands and bodies. You were still wearing your dress, though it had ridden high and exposing. Both of them were shirtless, Jack in a pair of dark jeans, Robby already in his boxes. They were lavishing you in attention.
Jack’s mouth was insistent at your neck, sucking his own marks into your skin as he kissed, licked and bit his way down your neck and across your heaving chest. He held you close to him, his hands squeezing your hips in time with the satisfied sighs that left your lips.
Robby had your face in his hands, leaning over you and drawing you closer to him. He titled your head in his hands to kiss you deep, licking into your mouth, chasing your lips with his. Each breathy sound you let out seemed to spur him on more, his own breaths leaving him in a pant. Your own hands were tangled in his hair, pulling him as close as you can.
Jack’s kisses were drifting lower, growing hotter as his tongue dragged a path along the neckline of your dress. His hands snaked up from your thighs, one hand pressing into your back, the other palming at your breast, his thumb dragging at your nipple. You breathe in at this, breaking Robby’s kiss and arching your back, pushing your chest further into his hand.
“You look so fucking good, baby.” Jack murmured, his hand massaging your tit, head ducking low to kiss at your neckline. “Taste fucking good too.”
At this, you clench your thighs together, remembering exactly what it felt like when he kissed you everywhere. You felt him chuckle low against you, his kisses now starting to trail downward, as if he was reminiscing over the exact same thing. You open your mouth in a sigh against Robby’s.
He broke your kiss, eyes wild, panting against your lips for a moment before glancing down at the other man, watching him touch and kiss you.
“Nuh-uh.” He said, reaching out and pushing Jack’s face away from your body, ignoring the scowl on the other man’s face. “My turn.”
You gasp a laugh, Jack letting out a low swear. You sit upright as your grip around Robby’s neck loosened as he pulled away from you for a moment.
“Can I take this off?” Robby asked low, ducking his head to make eye contact with you.
He traced one of his large fingers up from the hem of your dress, swirling along the red fabric until it reached your cleavage, fingering at the edge of the fabric. You squirm under his touch, Jack’s hands on your hips holding you in place.
“Yeah, yeah please.” You sighed, rolling your shoulders back and pushing your chest towards them.
Jack’s hands squeezed at your hips for a second before releasing you entirely, leaning back to watch as Robby peeled the dress off of you slowly, your nerves flaming alight as he left you in nothing more than your panties.
You look at the two men you sit between through your lashes, absentmindedly biting at your wet bottom lip, nipples pebbling in the open air. Robby’s broad chest was covered in dark hair that led down to the dark blue boxers he wore, an obvious tent in them, his shining eyes roving over your body.
Jack, sat on your other side, pinned you to the spot with his dark gaze. His pupils were blown wide as he stared at where you bite at your lip. His mouth was open in a pant, cheeks reddened, silver curls mussed from your hands. He reached to unbutton the fly of his jeans, large hand palming at his own erection straining against his boxers, leaning back on his other hand.
“You look even better without this, Red.” Robby groaned, shifting to his knees in front of you as he tossed your dress to the side carelessly.
You leaned your weight back on your hands, your bare breasts heaving in time with your breaths, core molten hot and wet. Even sitting on his haunches in front of you, he was huge, nearly level with your face. He leaned into your space, as he took one of your breasts into his mouth, sucking and licking.
Robby ran his large hands up your thighs, fingers reaching up and curling over your soaked panties before sliding them down your legs, abandoning them on the floor. He mouthed down your body, beard scratching at your soft skin, his hands grasping your knees and pulling your legs apart.
You stare down at Robby, mouth open on a pant. You watch, entranced, as he ran his fingers through your downy curls, and through your weeping slit, his wet, open-mouthed kisses following close behind.
You let out a high, wisp of a sound that makes Robby groan against you, kissing and lapping at your sex in earnest, two of his thick fingers slipping inside of you, rubbing deep and molten hot. Your eyebrows pulled up at this, knees hitching up as he sucked at your clit, lazily pumping his fingers inside of you.
“Yeah, there’s that look.” Jack's voice scrapes low, his hand reaching for your jaw and swinging your face towards him. “Stars in your eyes and everything. So pretty, sweetheart.”
He captures you in a kiss, tongue chasing yours and swallowing your moans. He pulled you into him, your chests rubbing against each other, crowding into you. Your eyes slid shut, leaning into his kiss, Robby’s mouth and fingers on your pussy making your hips buck.
It’s fucking overwhelming. These two men, entirely dedicated to lighting you on fire and watching you burn all the way down to embers.
Robby’s fingers brush against something deep and hot that makes you jolt, your core clenching tight and slipping wet around him. You let out a wounded sound against Jack’s lips, his own splitting into a grin as he chuckles a low laugh.
“You do taste good, baby girl.” Robby said against you, licking and kissing. His fingers now pumping deep and steady, making your breath hitch with each press of his digits.
“You feelin’ good?” He asked, words half-muffled by his mouth on you. His eyebrows arch as he stares up at you, watching Jack kiss you deep, his gaze heavy and hot.
“Y-yeah. Yeah.” You said breathlessly, breaking from Jack to stare back at Robby’s intense gaze. “Fuck - I-I want more.”
Robby nearly growls at this, hooking his fingers deep and rough for a moment, his tongue laving at your clit and making your toes curl.
“Lie back on the bed baby.” Jack breathed in your ear causing a shiver to race down your spine.
He let you go to shuck his jeans off, his underwear quick to follow. His dick bouncing against his stomach, a thatch of silver hairs at the base. The sight made your mouth water. As he settled against the pillows, he caught your hungry gaze, his head tilting with a teasing smirk.
Robby slipped his fingers out of you, giving your pussy one last kiss before shuffling you backwards on the bed. You crawled backwards on your elbows, and lied back, body warm against the cool white sheets.
Robby follows you up onto the bed, caging you into his arms, crashing his lips against yours frantically. His own boxers were lost somewhere in the shuffle. While you couldn’t see him, you could feel his heavy cock hanging between you, barely brushing your pussy.
Your breath punches out of you with each brush, hips jerking against Robby’s, mouth moving against his. He bites your lower lip, sucking it into his mouth for a moment before breaking the kiss. Robby shifted his weight to one arm above you to stroke himself a few times. Your breaths came quick, heart pounding and hot all over.
“Relax for me, pretty girl.” Robby murmured in your ear, giving you a deep, slow kiss. You sighed into it, your breath hitching when his hips canted forward, rubbing his cock along your weeping slit.
“So wet, so good.” He groaned, pushing forward and sinking into you slowly, your pussy fluttering around him. “So warm.”
You were right - he is big. He worked his way into you in slow, shallow, burning thrusts. When he finally bottomed out, pressed to the hilt and hitting something deep and raw, you let out a wet, gasping breath.
“Atta girl.” He ground out.
Giving you a moment to adjust, Robby immediately claimed your mouth again, grabbing your chin and kissing you sloppily, all teeth and tongues. He gave his hips an experimental rock, and meeting no resistance, thrusts deep, slow, and heavy. The fullness, the stretch of him nearly takes your breath away,
You break Robby’s kiss to come up for air, a moan slipping out as you rock your hips up to meet his. The sound makes Robby groan, deep and low, grabbing your thigh and hitching it up around his hip, thrusts hitting harder and deeper.
“Fuck baby,” You pant, eyebrows drawn up, staring up at Robby. “It feel s’good, you’re fucking me so good.”
He smiles that wolfish smile again, hips working against yours, low, huffed growls leaving him in time with his thrusts. Robby grabs your chin and turns your head towards the pillows, diving back in to kiss and bite at your neck.
You meet Jack’s hungry gaze, mouth dropped open and eyes glassy. He looked fucking delicious where he lounged - cheeks tinged red, silver curls mussed, and his large hand stroking his cock leisurely. You bit your lip on a wanton moan, his eyes flicking to them immediately, his own mouth dropped open on a pant.
“That’s a good girl. Show him how good you feel.” Robby breathed into your ear, his thrusts picking up speed, hips smacking against yours, you moans pitching higher at the new angle. “Cum on this cock for me, baby. Cum for Jack.”
Your heart is near bursting out of your chest, pleasure rushing over you hot and fast at his words. The heat that had been building in you - since getting to Robby’s, since the bathroom at the bar, since meeting them - flared bright and blinding, your climax crashing over you. Your muscles tightened and twisted, your pussy fluttering and clenching around Robby in time with their spasms. A desperate sound rips out of you, your eyes slamming shut.
“Good fucking girl.” Robby nearly snarled in your ear. “Doing exactly what you’re told. Fucking perfect.” He slowed his pace, rocking into you, fucking you through your orgasm. You could hear how wet you were, pussy sucking him in greedily.
Your breaths heaved in your chest as you came down from your high, eyes fluttering open to meet Jack’s dark, hungry, hazel eyes. You blinked up at him through your lashes, mouth dropped open and eyes glassy. You bit your lip, watching as he stroked his heavy cock in his hand, admiring the muscles in his stomach jumping.
His dark eyes roved over you hungrily, devouring your body in a glance before snapping back to your face. Gone were the charming smirks and winks, instead replaced by what looked like barely controlled desperation.
You stared back at him, pulling a coy smile and reaching out towards him, beckoning him closer.
Robby chuckled, watching you reach for Jack. “Greedy girl.” He tuts, pressing deep inside of you, bottoming out as your breath punched out of you, his hand still forcing you to look at the other man in bed with you.
“I’ve been patient. It’s my turn, Robby.” Jack murmurs, voice rough and scraping.
Robby chuckled again, turning your face back towards him. He gives you a slow, hot, melting kiss, licking into your mouth and stealing your breath anew. His hips grind against yours for a moment, making you whine into his smiling mouth. With one more kiss, he draws away, reaching down and slipping out of you with a hiss, extricating himself from you. You ache at the loss, the fullness, a soft breath slipping out of you as Robby stands up.
You hadn’t looked away from Jack, your chest still heaving, pulse still thundering. He tilted his head at you, hand still working his erection, his eyebrow cocking at you.
“C’mere sweetheart.” He whispered to you, nodding towards his lap, a challenge on his face.
You nodded, your breaths shaky as you rolled to your side, crawling up the bed towards him on wobbly legs. When you were finally in arms reach, Jack reached forward and grabbed your arm, pulling you into his lap swiftly.
“Hey!” You exclaimed in a laugh, your hands reaching out to rest on his muscled shoulders, hovering over him in his lap.
“You were taking too long.” Jack sighed, hands running from your shoulders to your waist, pulling you down against him.
He held you flush against him, your tits pressed against his broad chest, pussy brushing against the base of his thick erection trapped between your tummy. You gasped, hips bucking at the friction on your clit.
“I see I’m not the only one who’s impatient, here.” He chuckled, darkly. “You’re fucking soaked baby.” Jack groaned, leaning in and kissing you dizzy. You rocked your hips against his purposefully now, your slick coating the underside of his cock.
“Jack please, I want you.” You gasped between kisses.
“Fuck Red, you’re killing me here.” He sighed against your lips, lifting you hips a little and reaching between you to line himself up.
“Don’t worry. I’ve got you, sweetheart.” Jack sank into you with a groan, pulling your hips down and onto him. He took his time to stretch you around his cock, consuming all of the small sounds and sighs you made. Jack was thicker than Robby, the new stretch making your pussy clench. When he was finally fully seated, he let out a low swear.
“Fuck you’re tight baby.” Jack breathed, leaning back to stare at you, his hands squeezing your hips tight. “Makes me wanna stay right here.” He reached across your stomach, pressing down against your stomach and kissing you deep.
The pressure in your pelvis increases tenfold with both Jack pressing up into you and his hand pressing down against your womb. You keen high at the feeling, at what he was saying, hips bucking forward, his cock rubbing deep in your walls.
“Yeah, okay.” Jack huffs a small laugh, using his right hand to start rocking your hips back and forth against his. “You’ve been so good, sweetheart. Such a good girl. Gonna make you feel so good.”
His other hand returns to your hips, aiding in finding your rhythm on top of him, rocking back and forth, grinding deep. At this angle, with Jack hitting so deep, your clit is rubbing against the base of his cock, sending sparks of pleasure zinging along your nerves.
“Oh.” You breathed, fingers tightening on his shoulders. “Oh you feel really good, Jack.” You whispered, voice stolen from you.
“Yeah, pretty?” Jack asked, voice scraping low and rough. “You like that?”
You nod feverishly, rocking your hips faster, spurred on by Jack’s grip. You looked down at him, mouth dropped open as his hips thrusted up to meet the rocking of yours. That same wicked heat, desire and pleasure began to burn once again, settling deep in your belly.
Your eyelids flutter shut, eyebrows furrowing, and biting your lip, the flesh raw. The friction against your clit and angle that Jack was hitting was making your limbs feel shaky, pleasure building fast and hot under his attention.
“Keep your eyes open, baby.” He scraped, thrusting his hips against yours harshly. Your eyes popped open at this, a breath caught in your chest. “Eyes on me.”
You nearly melt under his words and the intensity of his gaze. You wrapped your arms around his neck, foreheads brushing as you rutted against Jack’s hips desperately. You met his dark, lust-blown gaze, lips barely brushing.
“Y’know you’re real bossy in bed, Abbot.” Robby cut in dryly from behind you.
“Shut the fuck up, Robby.” Jack growled, his focus on you unbroken. “You had your turn, now shut the fuck up.”
Jack’s grip on your hips shift to grab at your ass, dragging you back and forth against his cock faster, your pussy sucking him in greedily, pulsing and wanting. “Besides, you like it, don’t you, baby? You like it when I use this pussy? When I make it mine?”
“Mhmm,” You nod, moaning. “I love it, Jack.”
“What do you want, baby?” Jack murmured in your ear, his voice all rough edges.
“I want - fuck - I want more. More, please.” You cry, blood boiling in your veins, grinding and rocking against Jack.
You feel warm lips on the back of your shoulder, Robby’s moustache hairs scratching at your skin. He crowded you from behind, standing on his knees on the bed, heat radiating off of him. You could feel his erection on your ass.
“How much more you want, baby?” He asked, licking a stripe up the side of your neck, his hands coming up to cup your breasts from behind.
You clench around Jack, hips stuttering and slowing, brain malfunctioning for a moment. You were a mess, blushing, panting, and squirming on Jack’s lap, desperately wanting the pleasure you knew he would give you. That they could give you.
You turned your head, breaking your eye contact with Jack to stare into Robby’s dark eyes, stormy with desire.
“I want it all.” You whispered, loud enough for both of them to hear.
You leaned back against Robby as he continued to lick and kiss at your neck, hips starting up their rhythm against Jack’s again.
“Fuck.”
“God, baby.”
They both exhaled at the same time, Jack’s grip on your hips tightening, Robby’s squeezing at your breasts.
“Gotta get you nice and ready then baby.” Robby groaned against your neck, hands leaving your chest, instead pushing you to lay down against Jack. Jack’s arms come up and snake around your back, pulling you in against his chest.
He pulls you into another deep kiss, using this new angle to thrust up into you, finding your earlier rhythm before Robby intervened. You sigh into the feeling, pleasure smoldering hot and deep, tangling your tongue with Jack’s.
Robby’s hands run down your back to your asscheeks, spreading you open wide and putting you on display. You feel your face flush, knowing that he was watching your pussy weep around Jack’s cock. You inhale sharply when you feel his fingers slip between your cheeks, sliding down to your wet core, rubbing against where you and Jack met.
“Relax, baby.” You heard Robby murmur, placing an open-mouthed kiss on your ass cheek as he slips his thick finger in alongside Jack’s cock.
Your grip on Jack’s neck tightened at this, your hips rocking steadily, your breathy moans punching out rhythmically. Robby worked you open, stretching you even further as he slowly added fingers, matching Jack’s thrusts into you. You had somewhat lost coherency, muttering a mixture of curses and their names, chanting them as a new orgasm started to swell, your core muscles spasming.
“You look so pretty right now, baby girl.” Jack moaned, one of his hands coming to rest at the base of your skull. “Being so good for us. Your pussy is squeezing me so tight - y’gonna come for me? Gonna cum on my cock? On Robby’s fingers?”
You nodded, eyelids feeling heavy, gaze locked onto Jack’s. His cheeks were red, eyes blown and dark, low groans rolling steadily out of him. He rocked your hips faster, thrusting harder, making your toes curl.
“Good girl. Do it then.” He growled, threading his fingers in your hair and pulling at the base of it harshly.
You rut your hips a few more times desperately, lips crashing against Jack’s, Robby’s fingers stretching and rubbing at you making the pleasure reach a fever pitch, your climax slamming into you, washing over you in waves. You let out a high, keening moan, hips jerking against Jack’s as he fucks you slowly through the aftershocks of your shattering orgasm. Robby withdrew his fingers carefully, swearing low and gritty.
“How you doing, baby?” Jack whispered against your ear, pressing a kiss to your lower jaw, his hand warm and comforting on the back of your neck, hips stilled for the moment. “Still with us?”
You let out a wet laugh, closing your eyes briefly, heartbeat still thudding in your ears. “Yeah, I’m still with you.”
“Good.” Jack smiled up at you. “Still want more?”
“Yeah.” You breathed, opening your eyes and meeting Jack’s. “Yeah. I want both of you, please. All of you.”
Robby groaned from behind you, his large frame leaning over to crowd you in Jack’s lap. He kisses at the corner of your lip, waiting to catch your lips fully, kissing you deeply once he does.
“You can tell me to stop at any time, okay?” Robby said against your lips, his eyebrows raised and staring at you expectantly.
“Y-yeah. Okay.” You agreed, nodding your head. Robby gave you one last kiss before leaning back again, stroking his cock in his large hand.
Jack’s hand on your hip squeezed, pulling you off of him slightly, sitting you up further on your knees to give Robby easier access to you. You felt Robby slap his cock against your ass a few times, his length tapping against you making you jump in Jack’s lap.
Jack’s hand on the back of your neck squeezed, your pulse thundering under his touch.
“Remember what I said before, pretty? Eyes on me. Relax.” Jack said, nodding at you, pinning you in your spot with his gaze, thumb running against your jaw.
You nod back at him, your grip around his neck tightening when you feel Robby press his fat tip against your pussy, lodged right against where Jack’s cock disappears inside of you. You let out a shaky exhale, Robby’s hand coming to your lower back to push you further against Jack. You relaxed your lower muscles as best you could, feeling the head of Robby’s dick stretch your opening, sliding inside of you, alongside Jack.
The feeling makes you gasp, eyes flying open wide, eyebrows furrowed. “Oh, oh that’s-” You start, cut off by your own breath catching in your chest. Your fingernails bite into the flesh of Jack’s shoulder, caught off guard with just how fucking full you already felt.
“You’re doing so good, sweetheart.” Jack breathed against your lips, eyes boring into yours. “Taking us so good.”
You breathe as if to say something, your words dying in your chest when you feel Robby thrust shallowly, pushing himself a little further inside of you.
They were each well-endowed in their own right, thick, long and able to hit spots that made your toes curl. Together, they were devastating. You were being stretched and worked open in a way you never had before, and it was taking your breath away.
“Fuck, Red. If I thought you were tight before.” Robby wheezed a laugh from behind you, rocking his hips back and forth carefully, working his way in deeper and deeper.
It went on like this, Robby working to split you open on both his and Jack’s cock, your breaths becoming steadily gaspier and wetter, Jack and Robby both praising you and telling you just how good you looked being this full.
When Robby finally bottoms out, his own pelvis resting against your ass, Jack’s pelvis pressed up against your cunt, you feel like you’ve lost your entire goddamn mind. You’re moaning and gasping, the pleasure and stretch of both of them setting you alight, tears gathering in the corners of your eyes.
Jack follows your mouth with his, kissing and biting at your lips, his own chest heaving underneath you. You feel Robby at your back, leaning over you and kissing along your shoulders, groans ripping out of him with each minute shift of your hips.
“How you doing, Cherry-Baby?” Robby asks, mouthing along the back of your neck.
“I-I fuck. I-” You stutter, pussy clamping around their cocks, eyelids fluttering. “So fucking full.”
You shift your hips experimentally, eyes nearly rolling back in your head at the feeling. At the knowledge that you had both men at your mercy, that they were both fucking you, at the ache and burn and pleasure of the stretch of taking them at the same time.
“Yean? We’ll fill you up. Fuck you so good pretty little thing.” Robby breathed into your ear, dragging his hips back slowly and pressing forward, punching the air out of all three of you. At Robby’s words, you let out a moan, your eyelids drooping.
“Is that what you want, pretty girl?” Jack rasps, holding your face to his, his own hips rocking up slowly. “Want us to fill you up?”
You nod desperately, slamming your lips against Jack’s, rocking your own hips as best you could against the two of them. It was messy, your pussy absolutely drooling as they thrust into you, their cocks driving deep and setting a punishing rhythm.
“Fuck, baby.” Robby groaned, leaning back up to his full height, one hand pressing on your lower back, the other gripping your hip to pull you against him. “I don’t think I’m gonna last that long with you like this.”
Jack’s grip around your back didn’t let up, his arm like an iron vice holding you to him, his own hips rutting up against yours.
Your orgasm starts to build quickly, their hips slapping against yours, the wet squelch of your pussy taking them over and over. You feel it start in your fingertips this time, a blinding flash that crackles through your nervous system like lightning.
“Y-yeah, yes god - I want it, please, please, please, I’m-” You nearly babble, muscles tightening, pussy clenching rhythmically around their cocks, tears gathering on your lashline.
“Yeah baby girl, give it to me. To us. Come on.” Jack encouraged you, his own voice wrecked.
Your eyes snap shut, heartbeat thundering out of control as your climax shocks you like lightning, your nerves flaring alight, white spots nearly appearing in your vision. You sob out a moan, eyes screwed shut tight, your pussy fluttering and gushing wet around their cocks.
“Jesus Christ.” Robby groans from behind you, his grip on you tightening as they fuck you through your third orgasm in this bed alone. “Taking us so fucking good, Red. Taking this dick so good. Gonna make me cum.”
You nodded blearily, turning your head towards Robby, seeking his mouth out with yours. You kiss him sloppily, moaning his name.
“Fill me up please.” You breathed against Robby’s lips, eyes sliding over to Jack’s.
Jack groaned underneath you at this, his own hips knocking into yours messily, his breaths coming fast and tight, mouthing at your jaw. You can tell they’re both close, their eyes wild, grips tight and chests heaving with exertion. The combination of their grunts and groans makes your pussy flutter, exhaustedly around them.
Robby’s hips slam into your harder, a few curses falling out of his mouth, praising you, calling you a good, gorgeous, filthy little thing, before he stutters to a stop behind you, groaning deep and low as he came.
Jack’s hips still canted against yours desperately, his breaths leaving him in harsh gasps, mouth dropped open as he fucked you harder, hips gripped desperately in his hands.
“Fucking perfect baby girl.” Jack growled low, his thrusts faltering, thrusting deep a few more times before bottoming out and cumming deep inside of you with a low groan.
You dropped your head against Jack’s shoulder, taking a few deep, wet breaths as you all collectively came down from your highs. You can feel his heartbeat, strong and fast under your cheek as you close your eyes for a moment. Your own pulse is still thundering in your ears, your limbs feeling heavy and leftover shocks still racing along underneath your skin.
Robby gives you a warm kiss on your shoulderblade, a shiver running down your back at the soft touch. You can feel the curve of his smile on your skin, hands shifting along your back to pull out of you, a deep sigh slipping out of you at the loss of him. He falls backwards somewhere on the bed, out of your sightline.
You’ve practically gone liquid on Jack’s lap, nuzzling your nose into his neck, eyelids heavy and brain feeling fuzzy.
“You hiding?” Jack whispered in your ear, hand back on the side of your face, tucking you closer into his side.
You shake your head, tilting your head back to look at him. You had a lazy smile pulling at your lips, a blissful look on your face. Your face was flushed, hair mussed, and while your eyes were sleepy, there was a wicked sparkle in them.
“Looking a little loopy, baby.” Jack murmured, kissing at the corner of your lips.
“Feelin’ a little loopy, baby.” You responded on a sigh, giving him a syrupy sweet smile. He laughed, giving you a soft peck on the lips, reaching down and lifting your hips to slip his softened member out of you.
You whine at the shift and at the loss of him, the fullness that had entirely consumed you, your overstimulated pussy clenching and pulsing around nothing. You can feel heat creep up your neck at the wetness you feel, the combination of you, Robby and Jack all leaking down your legs.
Jack rolls you both on your side, tucking you close against his chest and tangling your legs together.
“You did so good, baby. Took it so well.” He whispered in your ear, peppering you with slow, heated kisses on your jaw. “Fucking perfect for us.”
You smiled again and stretched out, settling against Jack and sighing in content. You feel Robby shift on the bed, getting up and walking out of the room, leaving you and Jack in silence for a moment.
“Was that okay? Are you okay?” Jack asked, his fingers playing with a strand of your hair.
“It was more than okay.” You responded, tilting your face towards him to catch his lips in a kiss. “It was perfect.”
“Good.” He smiled, fingers tracing patterns on the side of your face, slipping along your nose, eyes and lips.
Robby padded back into the room, a pair of grey sweats slung low over his hips. He had a few glasses of water, and a wet washcloth in hand, coming to sit on your side of the bed, placing the glasses down on the bedside table.
“How are you doing, pretty girl?” He asked, a soft smile on his face.
“I’m really good.” You smiled at him, suddenly feeling oddly shy for reasons you could not fathom after what just happened. You turned to him, Jack spooning you from behind, one of his biceps acting as your pillow.
“Good.” Robby’s smile widened, leaning low and giving you a slow, deep kiss.
He took the warm washcloth in hand and ran it delicately across your chest, washing away the spit and sweat from your skin, chuckling as you shift and sigh contentedly under his care. When he dips the washcloth low, cleaning your overstimulated core, you let out a nearly pitiful whimper, the friction zinging at your raw nerves.
“I know baby, I’m sorry.” Robby gave you an apologetic look. “You just made a fucking mess.” He said with a chuckle, surveying his bedroom. There were clothes thrown everywhere, the pillows and blankets a mess, and two people already occupying his bed.
You rolled your eyes as he grabbed your hand, sitting you up in bed. He handed you one of the glasses of water on the bedside table, watching you take a few sips, your entire being dripping with exhaustion.
“You know that’s kind of both of your faults.” You laughed, head tilted at Robby, a sparkle in your eye.
Jack hummed from behind you, running a hand along your leg and up your side. Robby shook his head, taking the glass back from you and setting it back down.
“C’mon baby, lie down.” Robby urged, Jack pulling you back to spoon you, your head resting on his bicep again. Robby shuffled you further into Jack’s embrace as he lay down next to you, once again crowding you between the two of them.
He reached to the foot of the bed, grabbing a blanket off the corner of the frame and pulled it over the three of you, settling into a spot beside you, tangling his legs with yours and Jack’s and cuddling in close.
“Sleep first, then we’ll clean you up. Properly.” Robby sighed, arm settling around your waist, leaning back into his pillows.
“Mmm,” You hum, feeling entirely agreeable to this plan.
“Go to sleep, sweetheart.” Jack hums from behind you, his voice the last thing you hear before your eyes fall shut.
And what if I said that was really hard to keep track of that many limbs in a sex scene
Please be nice to me ::)
