guys my age
/ dbf!jack abbot x reader
summary: your dad made a new best friend, and he just happened to be the hottest man you've ever seen.
warnings/tags: age gap (reader is old enough to have a master's degree but no ages mentioned for her), f!reader, 3rd person POV (i cannot write in second, i'm so sorry), she/her pronouns for reader, female genetalia for reader, no physical description for reader, reader is a bit of a defensive mess, cringey music and style choices, boners, lotsa pet names, oral f!receiving, fingering, big dick jack abbot in the house, unprotected sex, doctor kink if you squint, um, everything's in lower case? i dunno if that's a warning but i just thought it looked cool.
a/n: here it is, my first fanfiction back after YEARS of not writing anything, so if it's kind of shit, that's why. i don't know how to write smut
w/c: 13.7k
the day she first met him was one of those that left everyone’s skin feel a bit sickly sweet– humid, sweaty and a little bit gross. those morning where the air felt suffocating, and clothes felt more like a prison sentence instead of a comfort.
so, after waking up, she couldn’t even enjoy the usual ease that her cool sheets brought, because currently they were damp with sweat, proving that sleeping commando had done nothing but leave a suspicious trail of slime where her thighs have been. right, the sheets were definitely going in the wash, and this ovulation was threatening her dignity.
she quickly grabbed the nearest dress out of the “too dirty for the clean clothes, too clean for the dirty clothes” pile and shrugged it on, intending it to be just a two second cover-up while she crossed the hall down to the bathroom. if she wasn’t a pussy, she would take a real cold shower, but right now she let the water reach that perfect cool-towards-warm temp before getting in, and attempting to figure out if a loofah could get rid of her sweat glands–like, as a whole.
the shower did wonders in waking her up, and finally, 30 minutes after her eyes first opened, she was ready to take on the world, a.k.a make an iced coffee and shrug off any comments her parents make about her waking up at almost noon.
her squeaky clean skin was now clad in a pair of pink booty shorts (that hardly did anything for her ass, goddamn it) and a flimsy black tank as she made her way to the living room. she let herself enjoy the cool air she could feel emanating from there, the only place in the whole damn house with actual AC. god, what would it take to get one installed in her room?
although, her attention was not aimed at her path, but rather whatever bullshit her best friend had sent her on tiktok while she slept– probably making fun of the wannabe influencers from her hometown or something. so, she was none the wiser to the unfamiliar voice coming from behind the slightly ajar door, not until she was already walking in with her head buried in her phone.
“ah, there she is!” her father’s voice cut through the bliss. it sounded way too cheerful to her un-caffeinated ears, and it made her roll her eyes. sure, childish, but if she knew her father, he was about to give her shit for waking up this late, in 3, 2 1…
“jack, this is my daughter.” there they were, the magical words that made her head snap up to attention like a soldier being called on by his field marshal. apparently, they had a whole fucking guest, and she just walked into the living room like a moody, phone addicted teenager and not a full grown adult woman.
and fuck.
whoever this man was, he put her dad’s other friend’s to shame. not that it was a competition, but the rest of those balding, unkempt, beer-belly carrying men were certainly loosing. hell, they weren’t even in the same damn league for there to be a competition. simply put, comparing this man to them would be like likening the IQ score of a 7 year old to that of a fucking NASA scientist.
whoever this gentleman was, he looked straight out of a magazine, those top 50 hottest men over 50 type thing.
the first thing she noticed was the composition of the muscles straining against his tight black t-shirt, his biceps looking like they were being suffocated by the high thread count material. those same biceps that were littered with countless of tiny freckles, creating thousands of constellations that she had the sudden urge to trace with her fingertip. finally, her eyes fell on his face, and it was game over.
it was a damn nice face. a strong jawline, peppered with salt-and-pepper sprinkles, leading to a pair of cheeks way too pink and pretty to belong to a middle aged man, and then the kindest damn eyes she had ever seen on a person. in the light they looked like the moss that used to decorate the cliffs down at the old creek her and her friends spent a myriad of summer days at, all warm and welcoming and currently locked in on her.
with a jolt she realized he was no wonder inspecting her like she was him. only, instead of a gorgeous head full of luscious grey curls, she was sporting an uncombed bird’s nest, and an outfit that looked trashy and cheap. oh, and 80% of her skin was out. fuck, her parents should really give her a heads up when they were bringing guests over.
and then, he opened his mouth, all the while she was too busy staring like a newborn kitten who had just opened it’s eyes for the first time.
“morning, you the kid i’ve heard so much about?”
because of course her dad talked about her, and a sudden feeling of dread fills her stomach at the idea. that man was known for oversharing about shit she’d rather nobody else know about, like how she hasn’t been able to find a job and was stuck playing house at her grown age.
as if this handsome stranger gave a shit, but she had the overwhelming urge to impress him, which was weird because she had a very loving and present father sitting right across him.
“i, um– yeah, i live here.” … what the fuck? the second those words left her mouth she wanted to grab her dad’s baton and bludgeoned herself with it. what was that?! yeah, no shit girl, jesus. but,instead of resorting to violence, she just shook her head, as if willing her brain to start working again. “sorry, normal senses still… loading.”
she didn’t have time to bury herself in an even deeper hole by the fact that he was now tilting his head back and letting out a little chuckle, like she had said something actually funny and not lame. or maybe, he was laughing at her stupidity. either way, it made heat spread down from her feet, all the way up to her ears.
“don’t worry sweetheart, mine don’t work either until i've had my coffee.“
if everything previously has been a punch to the gut, that pet name landed like a damn landmine directed at all her senses. sure, she was the type to get crushes way too quickly, but that still couldn’t explain the way her stomach contents flipped upside down at that one simple word. she had to blame her pesky monthly cycle, because that was the only thing that could explain why she was suddenly understanding the phrase “love at first sight.”
“mhm, yeah! that’s it– i’ll uh, just go make myself a cup now…” the urge to run and hide was luckily winning over whatever horny-demon just wanted to stand there and stare at his smile lines for hours, and she thanked the gods for that, little mercies. right now all she had to do was get caffeinated, text her three-person group chat about the absolute silver fox sitting in her living room, and maybe put on a bra. yeah, that was a good plan, a solid plan, but first, basic manners. “nice to meet you sir.”
she gave him her name and extended a surprisingly stable, if a little tense, hand towards him, which he took with a playful wink. “just jack is fine doll, sir makes me feel ancient.”
his large hand dwarfed hers as they shook hands, and that’s when she finally noticed the wedding band decorating his ring-finger.
of fucking course.
there was nothing just about jack abbot. she learned that pretty quickly.
in between him taking care of the BBQ for her dad’s 50th, joining him at the shooting range, and going on frequent runs together; she concluded that whatever this friendship was, it wasn’t slowing down anytime soon. not that she minded, especially not when she got a full, close and personal view of jack’s glistening skin when him and her father got back from their jogs. the sight of his adams apple bouncing as he downed a bottle of water felt like it was straight out of a soft-core porno made just for her.
right now, jack and her da’ were too busy drinking beers and watching tonight’s game to bother her in the kitchen. there, she was busy whipping up some apple crumble, because her dad always bought more apples than any of them could consume on time, causing there to just be a dozen of bruised, ugly, soft things rotting away in their fruit bowl.
not that she minded though, especially not when she could made a yummy dessert and hopefully impress jack with it.
as she waited for it to finish cooking, she was half laid-up on top of the dining table, scrolling through goddamn tinder. though, she wasn’t paying much attention to whichever men she was swiping left to, as her eyelids struggling to stay open and her phone kept getting looser and looser in her grasp. thinking about it now, it probably wasn’t the safest idea to be putting something in the oven when she had all in all 4 hours of sleep under her belt, but the mid-day nap had smacked her out of nowhere.
a minute later there she was, motionless thumb hovering over her dimly-lit phone screen as her eyelids betrayed her. only for a minute...
“that one’s too ugly for a pretty girl like her.”
the words made her jolt, not just out of sleep, but out her damn skin. whatever exhaustion she was feeling vanished in an instant as she realized she had actually fallen asleep, at least enough to be disoriented about a) when he got into the kitchen, and b) what the hell he was talking about?
oh, right.
jack was in her kitchen, the sunlight breaking through the window catching the green of his eyes as an amused expression took ahold of them. he was looking at her phone, a shit-eating grin on his face as he leaned in to judge whatever guy was on there. he was staring at her goddamn dating profile– the last-ditch effort at finding romance because university hadn’t given her anything other than white hairs.
the second it clicked to her confused brain, it was as if she gained superhuman abilities. her hand shot out in lightening speed, grasping her device and turning it off before jack could even blink.
she felt her face grow hot, embarrassment clutching at her senses like a claw-machine. she didn’t want to be this way, but anytime anyone simply joked about her dating life, or lack there of, it made that familiar defensiveness rise in her throat. it made her feel like she was doing something wrong. it made her feel wrong.
so, instead of meeting his chagrin with the same energy, she spit out. “not all of us are lucky enough to be happily married jack.”
now, the older man clearly wasn’t expecting the bite in her voice, nor the way she was now refusing to meet his eyes. shit, that wasn’t his desired outcome. all he’d wanted was to see that smile, the one he was growing so familiar with, on her face; but instead, he touched a spot he had no clue was sore, and now she was feeling insecure.
it didn’t make sense for her to be insecure, not to him anyways, and especially not by him. but, he didn’t tell her that. instead, he took a step back, wiping that smart grin off his face.
“woah, woah,” he said, raising both hands in the air, a surrender, “i was just pulling your leg kid.”
he watched as the puff of her chest immediately deflated back into it’s cavity, like an opened bag of sad chips, all the fight going out of her as she realized she was maybe blowing things way out of proportion.
now, she felt like an asshole on top of feeling like a loser, and jack couldn’t have that. he was many things, but a man who enjoyed making women feel small was not one of them.
“look, i didn’t mean anything by it.” he let out a little sigh, leaning back against the nearby wall–look casual, look like you’re not a threat. and then, drop the bomb.
“plus, i’m not uh…” jack’s hand immediately fell on top of his ring, callused fingertips tracing the smooth surface of the metal, “not lucky in that area either.”
“huh?” she knew that tone of his. it was the same one he used when she first saw him without his prosthetic on, and he shared a story of loss with her. “but your–”
he didn’t let her finish, instead aiming to escape her searching eyes by looking out of the window, squinting against the sun’s rays. the last thing he needed was to see the pity that was surely going to be on her face. “but my ring, yeah… she passed.”
that little tidbit of information was like an atomic bomb wiping out whatever pity-party she was throwing in her own head. she felt her heart halt all movement, and for a moment the smoldering room turned cold as ice. jesus, she was an idiot.
“oh my god jack, i’m so sorry!” she had no other way to react but stammering out that half-assed apology, her eyes wide as damn saucers. if jack didn’t know better, he’d think she was two seconds away from getting on her knees and begging for forgiveness. for what? he wasn’t really sure. it’s not like she did anything wrong, not in his eyes anyways. “i’m such a fucking idiot, i shouldn’t have–”
jack’s movements were swift and sure as he lifted two fingers, and brought them to her lips. not touching, god no, just hovering a few centimeters from her skin– close enough to feel the air coming from her nose, far enough not to seem like a total creep, as if he hadn’t been judging her dating choices just a few minutes ago.
it was effective in shutting her up, and making her look even more like a deer in headlights, if that was even possible.
“hey, shh kid, not your fault, you couldn’t have known.”
he said it so casually, as if the gesture he was pulling wasn’t making the girl’s heart feel like giving up. the whiplash from horror; to whatever heat was growing between legs now, was jarring. luckily, it looked much of the same to him– or at least, she hoped it did.
“i mean, yeah, sure, i didn’t, but… still, was sort of a bitch.”
younger jack would’ve missed it, but with age came wisdom– not enough to fix whatever was going on with his life, but surely sufficient when it came to being able to read a woman like an open book– and she was a damn easy read. he felt her breath catch against his skin, saw her pupils dilate, heard that little swallow she gave whenever she felt nervous. he was making her nervous, only for a completely different reason now.
that same wisdom was in charge when he moved his hand away, creating a tad more space between the two. the last thing he needed was to entertain a crush that was surely not leading to anything, no matter if his body had the sudden urge to do quite the opposite.
“well, i poked at the sleeping bear first, had no intention of insulting your… abstract taste in men.”
and just like that, the tension broke completely. jack’s voice lost it’s genuine quality, the one that made even a dead man’s heart melt, replaced with a tone she was more familiar with.
she responded with an eyeroll and a groan, her faux annoyance being exposed by the uncontrollable twitch of her upper lip, revealing those pearly whites as she grinned. “oi! fuck off, i was just bored!”
“and here i thought you were doing charity.” it was odd, how easy this back and forth came over them. in this moment, the years between them, the completely different lives they led, all of it disappeared, and he was just a man making a woman laugh. she had a nice laugh, he decided, a melodic thing that reminded him of the wind-chimes his grandmother used to keep hanging on her front porch–may god rest her soul. “but, if you’re bored you can always pick up a hobby, learn a new language, join a chess club, there’s less risk of an STI there.”
he clicked his tongue as he spoke, his lips lifting in that sideways stretch that made him look a bit like a muppet, and always made her laugh.
“of course you’d recommend chess.” she noted, pushing her chair back with a screech against the tiled floor. as she turned to check in on the apple crumble, she hoped he couldn’t see the dumb grin plastered on her face, the one that came as naturally as breathing when he was around him.
“hey! what’s that supposed to mean?”
she lets out a giggle at the offended tone in his voice, a sound he was starting to enjoy more than necessary. “nothing, nothing, just shoo out of here already or else no crumble for you.”
by now, the crumbs on top had that perfect golden color, and she saw his finger begin to reach for the pan before she was even finished with putting it on the cooling rack. “it’s hot!” she scolded, her free hand going to smack his out of the way before he had a chance to touch it.
jack flinched back with a gasp, clutching his finger to his chest as if she had morally wounded him. “hell, you’re mean kid.”
“only to old men!”
“hey!”
it was only when he was successfully escorted out of the kitchen that she had a chance to take a breath, and think over the last five minutes. he had called her a “pretty girl”, and he was single.
hell yeah.
that compliment was just the beginning because if jack abbot had anything, it was a smooth tongue and uncanny flirting skills.
she’d somewhat gotten used to them by now, at least enough to not just spontaneously combust whenever they reached her ears.
she tried not to think much of it, especially when he did it openly and shamelessly in front of her dad, who sure, was a pretty chill man most of the time, but still, she liked to think he’d beat jack’s ass if he thought the older man was actually serious about the comments.
still, that didn’t really change the fact that she blushed like an idiot each and every time his touch lingered a second too long, or when he’d send her a little wink and–
“pass me the salt, sweetheart.”
“darling, have you seen the remote? the rerun’s about to start.”
“you look perfect angel, don’t overthink it.”
she swore he was into psychologically tormenting her. or was it physically? with the way her heartbeat went up and she had to do a breathing exercise after each and every one of them, she wasn't so sure.
tonight it was finally a damn friday, and she hoped she could dance away any and all problems, including those caused by hot older men.
she was getting ready in her room, her door left a few inches open so she could at least pretend the ac air was somehow travelling from the living room, down the hall and into her stuffy bedroom. her hair was pushed out of her face as she plastered her face with makeup, though whether it would stay on her face or melt before she was out the door, she wasn’t so sure.
she was excited for tonight, even if her friends wanted to check out a new place that served overpriced cocktails, and a platter of “sharable” fries for 15$ that could hardly feed half a person. but, they wanted to be hip, and who was she to say no?
so, here she was, in a little leopard print dress, making sure her ink-lined eyes were at least in the same family tree, if not twins. she was so emersed in her artistic abilities (which were currently failing her) and the music blasting from her laptop, that she didn’t hear the front door open, neither what followed afterwards.
the nostalgic sounds of her spotify playlist titled “2014 tumblr <3” were making her hips sway to the words of Hey Violet’s Guys my Age, because of course she was still listening to that– it raised her, for better of for worse.
she was hyper-focused on perfecting the thin line at the end of her eyeliner wing, when a knock at the door completely ruined it. she jumped, causing the pen to fly out of her hand, and then there she was, staring at the damned doctor who seemed to always pick the perfect time to pop in, with a damn black line going down her cheek.
“hey kid,” there he was, the man that was occupying her thoughts almost every night, perched against her doorframe with his arms folded in front of his chest, and a bright smile on his face. the pose made the muscles under his skin twist tight and taunt, flexing like they belonged here, in her room. “uh, interesting music you got there.”
jack could be sneaky when he tried, but that tone of voice did nothing to deceive her. he was being an asshole about her music taste right now, a self-satisfied smirk plastered on his face as if he caught her doing something she wasn’t supposed to be doing and couldn’t be more pleased with himself.
her music taste which was currently explaining how older men were just better at everything, on top of a sultry little pop beat.
and damn him, it had the desired effect. she panicked, slamming the space bar on her laptop with enough strength to make her entire vanity shake under it’s weight, as if the song stopping could salvage the situation.
he heard that, her music taste from when she was 13 and thought Anthony Bourdain was the hottest guy on the planet. and well, now looking at Jack, it was starting to make sense why she was so into him…
that deduction would’ve been entertaining any other time, now it just made her want to bury herself under the floorboards. “it was just some shit on shuffle…”
“right… that you were singing along to.”
damn it.
before she could try to save any of her dignity through stuttered vowels and shaky consonants, her voice failed when she noticed where his eyes were fixed. instead of them being anywhere on her face, or looking at the countless of knickknacks in her room, they were fixed on her body, and the short dress encapsulating it.
jack didn’t mean to stare, and he really only did so for a second, but it was a second too long; not because she realized he was doing it, but because he realized he was doing it. he was looking her up and down, not in a way that he’d truly allowed himself before. but it was hard not to feel a beat (more like a bang) of attraction when her legs and thighs were out in the open like that, nor when her tits were pushed up to her chin. she looked damn good.
fucking hell, he really was like any other man, and he didn’t enjoy that revelation about himself. and she thought it would be funny to point it out to him.
“did you tell dad you came up here to ogle me, or should i?”
the words were accompanied with a raised brow, and she was sure she looked silly trying to stand up to him with eyeliner covering half her face, but damn it, time for a girl to tease him for once.
and clearly it worked, if a little too well. jack pushed himself off her door, his cocksure expression sobering; no wonder to the fact that he seemed like a damn creep, eyeing his friend’s daughter like that. he closed his eyes and let out a long, tired sigh, full of clear dissatisfaction aimed at himself.
“shit, sorry kid, didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable–”
for some reason that apology, which should’ve felt like success, just made her frown. it didn’t feel like a win, but rather dying ambers of a fire she was only now realizing she preferred lit, even if it sometimes burned her skin. better that than the cold.
“shit, no jack– it’s no big deal, i was joking.” she took a step forward, ducking her head slightly so she can try and catch his downturned gaze. he looked ashamed of himself, and she really didn’t like that look on him, not one bit.
“look old man,” she urged on, lifting her hand to lightly smack his shoulder and finally make him meet her eyes, “you annoy the living shit out of me sometimes, but you have never, ever made me uncomfortable… not even that one time i saw your bare toes.”
that did the trick. the corner of his mouth twitched, and then she watched in delight as the ends of his eyes crinkled, showing off those gorgeous smile lines she had become so infatuated with. “you little shit.”
“language, or i tell dad you’re a bad influence.”
“and here i’m thinking it’s the other way around– anyhow, came up here because your father told me to tell you to lower your music, the game’s about to start.”
“of course he did.”
“closed for renovation.”
those were the words staring jack in the face when he arrived at the gym he’s been a regular at for…a damn half decade.
“oh, for fuck’s sake.”
there goes his morning, leaving him standing there, gym bag in hand like a fucking idiot. whatever, it shouldn’t take longer than a week, right? he was just going to stick to cardio and the two dumbbells he had at home, a small break from heavy lifting.
except, it was 2 weeks later now, and he was getting that familiar itch under his skin. jack abbot could not sit still, even in the handful of hours he got to himself every day. sitting still made him think, and that never led anywhere good. getting a whole new membership would be a waste, especially since he called up the owner and got clear confirmation that his gym would be reopening soon, just, not right now.
so here he was, 8 am on a Saturday, holding the keys of his friend’s garage– her father’s home gym. his friend told him, with pride in his voice, that it had been a damn splurge, but a security guard could always write it off as a work expense, couldn’t he? either way, as jack stared at the weirdly organized space, he was glad he befriended the man. there was a treadmill on one wall, a power rack on the other, weights ranging from 10 pounds to 150, and even a damn leg press– not that he could use that one.
it had everything a man like him could need, not to mention the peace and quiet that didn’t exist in the gym.
a 30 minute warm-up later and he started by getting acquainted with the pull up bar. jack’s muscles flexed and burned as he gripped the cool metal, his body giving him a slight fight after the two week break, but it didn’t stop him from pulling himself up with a low groan.
his shirt was already drenched in sweat, the gray material clinging to his broad back like a second skin. the only sound filling his ear was his own breathing, since he preferred to workout without anything distracting him– a habit from his military days. just listen to your body, nothing else.
so, the sound of the garage door being pushed open didn’t escape him. he didn’t have to turn around to know who it is, not when almost instantly he was met with that familiar voice.
“oh!”
oh indeed. he didn’t stop right away, not when he still had three more reps to push through, allowing her full excess to the view.
all the girl could do it just stand there, her eyes focused on one singular place– that place being the man currently moaning and groaning in her garage. she could make out the contour of every single muscle group in his back, from the trapezius to the rhomboids, not to mention the fact that the veins running down his biceps were more pronounced than ever, practically protruding out of his skin.
only when jack counted down from 3 did he allow himself to land back on his feet. finally, he turned around, and sent a casual little grin her way, as if he didn’t just mummify her.
“morning doll.”
god, it didn’t help the burning inside her that he was so dehydrated right now, making his voice sound even raspier than usual. there was a pool of moisture she could already feel beginning to drip in her underwear, goddamn it. he had to know what he was doing to her, right?
with the strength of a thousand suns, she managed to finally look away and sound at least a little bit normal in her response, as if this wasn’t a scene straight out of those trashy romance novels she read. “um, morning jack.” she cleared her throat and decided to occupy herself by stretching down to tighten her already tight laces, anything to take attention away from that goddamn body. “dad didn’t tell me you’d be here this morning.”
“yeah, sorry about that sweetheart, my gym’s closed down at the moment.”
“right… well, i don’t mind, but i did want to, y’know…” she waved a suddenly clammy hand up into the air, gesturing towards the treadmill, “also move a little…”
why did she feel anxious saying that, as if it wasn’t literally her house? well, that was a dumb question, she knew exactly why, but still, it didn’t help the situation.
jack, bless him, either didn’t notice how thrown off her game she was, or chose not to comment on it. either way, he just gave a casual shrug, picking up his water bottle. he let her stew in thought for a little longer as he unscrewed the thing, groaning into the metal as the first drop of liquid made it’s way into his perched mouth. after a few big gulps he was done, wiping off his glistening mouth with the back of his hand. “yeah, go‘head, i’ll try not to be in your way too much.”
“right.. thanks.”
the next hour was jack abbot’s personal hell.
this morning, that was supposed to be relaxing, left him tense as a damn brick as he tried (and failed) to focus on his sets and not the woman who was hitting legs a few feet over.
at first, she did a little cardio, which was fine for the most part. sure, maybe it took a little willpower not to stare at the way the fat on her chest moved with each jog, but he managed by facing away from her for his next set.
the step ups following weren’t much trouble, nor the hip thrusts, even though her little whimpers and groans definitely made him regret his “no music” policy, especially since he was no stuck listening to her playlist, which was filled with a whole lot of rap, specifically about how good the singer’s pussy was. when he wrinkled his nose at it, she laughed and said something about a horse, or was it a stallion? either way, it didn’t help that he could hear her quietly singing along to it.
and then came the RDLs. the RDLs that she was doing right in his line of sight. it was damn near impossible for jack not to check the girl out, not when she was in skin tight pink leggings that didn’t hide a damn curve. they clung to her hips, thighs, ass like a damn fantasy, and he could feel himself getting worked up.
fuck, he had to find something to occupy himself with. he could just leave, but that would be suspicious, wouldn’t it? and he’d have to brush right past her and risk having her notice his… situation.
jesus, he hadn’t felt this fucking nervous in a while, but here he was, tenting in his pants because of a girl who was definitely too young for him. he tried to think about something, anything to get his mind out of the gutter– the memories of how he lost his leg, the lonely nights spent at home, the damn countless of gnarly cases he saw every single day. and yet, nothing won over the sudden urge he had to just walk up behind her and let her feel exactly what she did to him.
there was no way she doesn’t know, right? she has to be doing this on purpose, which wouldn’t surprise him seeing as her crush was anything but hidden, even if he never felt the same way.
except, that was a lie, wasn’t it? he’s been thinking she’s cute since the first time he laid his eyes on her– all flustered and tripping over her every word; but this is what it took for him to finally accept the fact that yeah, he wanted to bone his friend’s little girl.
fuck, he was in trouble.
“hey jack, how’s it going?”
jack also jumped out of his skin then. both of them halted all movement as they turned to look at the voice that extinguished all suffocating heat from the room. and there he was, her dad, standing by the open door with a totally care-free smile on his face. he had no idea what he had just walked into.
“mind if i join you two?”
and just like that, the spell was broken, but not before it awakened feelings in him that he wasn’t sure he was getting rid of anytime soon.
the wind outside was a constant force rattling against the windows of the house, but the sound was still overshadowed by the rumbles of the night sky, that were seemingly getting ready to unleash hell.
for the first time in a long while, her parents were out of town, leaving her in charge of the house. any other time, she would be ecstatic, able to truly understand how it would–will feel when she gets a place of her own. but, lighting always put her on edge, and she knew it wouldn’t be long for those strobe less rumbles to turn into full-on lighting strikes.
still, she was a big girl, a damn master’s student for fuck’s sake, so she would at least try and be adult about it.
tonight that meant grabbing the cheapest bottle of wine that her folks won’t miss, plugging in her favourite comfort movie, and bundling herself up in a blanket. sure, it was hot as hell, but her nervous system needed to be weighed down by something, so, she just turned the ac allll the way down. luckily her dad wasn’t around to bitch about electricity bills.
and it worked like a charm for a little while.
the thunder become part of the ambience, untilthe first strobe of lightening lit up the night sky. she flinched, feeling that old anxiety begin to pool in her gut. whatever this was, it was just getting started.
she stood up, trying to calculate just how bad it might be. her parents always told her to unplug everything in case of a storm– electrical fires and what not, not that that’s ever happened.
until it sort of did.
one second she was standing around with her hands on her hips, trying to weigh out the risk vs reward of continuing the movie playing on the flatscreen; the next, the loudest boom! she has ever head almost deafened her. it was the sort of sound that made her eardrums ring, and her eyes squeeze shut in terror.
only when she felt like her heart stopped threatening a cardiac event, she opened her eyes again.
only to be met with pure darkness.
a full-blown power outage, in her house, while she was all alone and a fucking storm was threatening to swallow her whole.
fuck.
the contents of today’s lunch immediately threatened to leave her digestive tract out the wrong way. she had absolutely no idea what to do in this situation. check for a fire? smoke? run and hide? she didn’t smell anything burning which was damn good, but right now she felt like she couldn’t trust any of her senses.
quickly pulling out her phone, she opened her contacts list. but who the hell would be helpful right now?
her parents were away on a much deserved vacation, and well, they couldn’t really help from the other side of the country. 911 seemed a tad bit too dramatic for a power outage. her friends, god bless them, didn’t know shit about electricity.
for a second there she was stumped. was she here, in this damn violent darkness, on her own
until his contact name caught her eye.
“docbbot”
doctor abbot. jack. her finger hesitated over his name as she began overthinking whether that was a smart idea. on one hand, he seemed like the type of man who would know what to do. on the other, he was probably at work, wasn’t he? the last thing he needed was to be bothered by her at 10 pm on a monday–
bang!
somehow, this one sounded even louder than the one that cut off her electricity, and by now she was shivering like a leaf. yeah, she had to call him.
“kid?”
jack’s voice came through the line like the rustle of a well loved book, familiar and comforting. she could hear the confusion, could imagine the furrow of his brows, and thank the heavens, the backdrop stayed suspiciously quiet. good, he wasn’t at work.
“is everything okay?” those words made her realize she has just been standing there, breathing down the line like a pervert. a very scared, very shaky pervert, but one nonetheless.
“um, yeah, just… sorry, did i wake you?”
“no,” the answer came through way too quickly, his voice a few shades deeper than usual, rusty with unuse, and she knew that he was lying through his teeth. “what’s wrong?”
she didn’t have the energy to beat herself up for waking him, not when her pulse was still going a mile a minute and the storm was showing no signs of dying out.
“fucking lightning hit way too close to home and now everything is pitch black, i dunno if the electrical box got messed up or something and i don’t know how to check, everything is just fucking black and loud–”
her ramble was cut off in an instant, “don’t touch anything.”
the silence coming from his side of things was quickly exchanged by what sounded to be the rustle of sheets. he didn’t wait for her to answer before he had his prosthetic on, and his keys in hand. “stay put, i’ll come and get you.”
“come get me? jack, there’s no need, i’m okay.” her voice was about 2/10 on the convincing scale.
“if you were okay, you wouldn’t have called me.” his words were stern, leaving absolutely no room for argument, “plus, your father will have my head if i let his little girl be electrocuted.”
that phrase really shouldn’t have made her teeth sink into her bottom lip, but god, it was so easy for him to already be replacing the dread in her stomach with a familiar flutter.
“i’ll be there in 10, don’t move a finger until then, understood?”
“…yes sir.”
the words were supposed to be a joke, but they came out a lot more breathless than she anticipated. she was too out of it to mind though, even when she heard his breath hitch on the other end.
he was there in eight whole minutes, which was a tad bit concerning seeing as the streets were soaking wet, but she tried not to think about it too much– the fact that he had been speeding to get to her.
in the short time it took him to arrive, she had taken a seat near the house’s entrance, with only a tote bag on one shoulder, and her phone clutched in her hand– flashlight on. she packed lightly, just whatever t-shirt and shorts she made contact with first from the sleepwear section of her closet, plus her toothbrush and charger. and of course, the nerve-wrecking fact that she was going to be spending the night at jack abbot’s place.
the sound of the front door being shoved open snapped her out of her thoughts– and there he was. his salt-and-pepper curls were stuck in all directions, and he was dressed in a simple white t-shirt that clung to his chest with a transparent dampness, a courtesy of the rain. it was pouring hard enough for all that to transpire between the short path of his car to her front door.
she thought she had somewhat calmed down, but as his eyes trailed over her and his features softened, she realized her face was telling a different story. “hey angel, you okay?” jack was concerned, maybe more than was necessary, but the thought of her alone and afraid ate at him the entire drive over.
“yeah, yeah, just a little spooked…”
her voice was a meek little thing, and before he could overthink it, he was pulling her in for a hug. for a second, she froze up, stiff as a damn plank, but as the firmness of his biceps around her registered, she melted like a puddle on the street.
“it’s okay pretty girl, just a little storm, you’re safe.”
his words were like an ointment to a wound she hadn’t even fully registered was there. they made her hands come up to clutch the front of his shirt, like a little child clinging to safety they weren’t sure they were allowed to keep. but, it didn’t take long for her to get into her head, her brain scolding her for acting like a baby when she should be mature enough to handle all this on her own.
“i know, yeah, i just hope nothing’s on fire.” her voice came out firmer now as she pulled away from the embrace, and she tried not to pay attention to the slight frown that pulled the corners of his lips down at the distance.
“no, you would’ve noticed by now. but stay here, i’ll go check everything out.”
“bu–”
“no buts, i know what i’m doing.” and with that, he walked past her and into the darkness of the house.
when she saw him again, it was 15 minutes later.
he walked out of the darkness of the hallway with a determined walk, and his phone’s flash shining right in her face. “unplugged most everything, no electrical fires tonight.” he said casually, as if he wasn’t currently blinding her. she shook a hand over the light, pushing herself up off the tiled floor. her face was scrunched up, a gesture he found particularly adorable.
“thank god– and shut that off.”
“and let the bats get you?” he teased, though it worked her up more than it pissed her off. he remembered that little phobia she mentioned in passing weeks ago. it was more than most guys she went out with.
she was just about to reply with some smart remark when another bang made her jump, and he immediately put a heavy hand on her shoulder, literally keeping her grounded. “alright, let's get you home.”
his place was exactly as she imagined, and simultaneously completely different. it was a single-story bungalow in a homey neighborhood, the kind where neighbours had barbecues together and kids could be heard giggling and running around at all hours during the day. only now, the streets were completely desolate.
“make yourself at home kid.”
the inside was not the bachelor pad she thought it would be. his lights were low, and pillows were fluffed, littering every piece of furniture he owned. he had magnets hanging off his fridge, and picture frames on top the fireplace. most were with people she didn’t recognize, though some were from more familiar places like the work parties her dad also went to. she smiled when she saw him in one.
and then there was the one that made her stop in her tracks. it was him, but younger– his now gray curls a vibrant amber, the freckles on his face more pronounced than ever, and he wore a blinding smile. though her attention was not on him, but rather on the woman occupying his hand, one she could only recognize as his late wife by the wedding dress she had on.
she could feel jack's eyes on the back of her head, watching as she took in the humble place he spent so many sleepless nights in. a familiar feeling of anxiety grasped at his gut when she got to that picture. people either asked questions he wasn’t ready to answer, or acted like they hadn’t seen it. so, he let out a sigh of relief when all she did was acknowledged it with a small compliment.
“she was beautiful.”
“yeah, yes she was.”
and with that, she moved on, now standing in the middle of his living room as she tried to figure out how she was supposed to act. this place was his, his safe space, his heaven, and now she was in it.
he clearly saw the struggle in her eye, as he simply nodded towards his couch while he himself took a step into his kitchen. “you want a drink? i have leftover lasagna that goes great with some red wine, if that's your thing.”
the mention of her comfort food (and drink) made her immediately perk up, like a dog heating the word “treat”.
“if you wouldn’t mind.”
jack waved her off as if the idea itself was ludicrous, which, it was. he would cook that wagyu steak he's been saving for a special occasion if she mentions wanting it.
“i never mind treating a guest.”
10 minutes later, there was a plate of steaming lasagna in front of her, and a glass of rich red wine. the fact that jack could cook wasn't new to her, but that still didn’t stop her from being absolutely gobsmacked at the first bite.
“holy fuck–” she couldn’t stop the throaty moan that left her as the flavours exploded on her tongue, and she found herself staring at the food like an idiot, “jesus, what did you put in this? it's incredible!”
jack only grinned, hiding the pink that was definitely painting over his pale skin with a brash smile. the sound that came out of her mouth made the older man giddy like a school boy, but damn it, he wanted to keep some dignity.
“glad i could make your mouth happy doll.”
the words almost made her choke on her wine, but she managed to swallow it down without making a fool of herself. still, her voice was raspier than before when she replied.
“what's the secret ingredient?”
that earner her a warm chuckle, a sound that bypassed her brain and landed straight between her thighs.
“experience, nothing you can buy in store, or an app.”
“god, you're such an old man.”
“you say that like it's a bad thing.” his eyes met hers across the table. they gleamed with challenge, but underneath she could sense the genuine need to know. “is it?”
the air between them suddenly grew thick, like pressure filling up a botte of champagne, ready to pop at any second. it was a drastic difference to how their conversations usually went– those in which she was nothing more than his friend’s daughter. but now, in his home, drinking his wine, that line seemed to dissipate.
“no… no, it isn’t.”
there’s a slowness in her speech, the kind that came with the realization that she might be swimming in rocky water here. he seemed to pick up on it, and leaned back into his chair, a silent nod to the fact that he had no intention of making her uncomfortable, even if all he wanted was to ask “how so?”. the time would come for that, but now he just nodded towards her plate, breaking whatever tension was suffocating them both.
“your food’s getting cold.”
the rest of the meal they ate in silence, until it was time for her to get up and go to bed. he pointed her to one of the guest rooms with a sugary-sweet goodnight, and she sent him a wave back. it was easy, simple, like how it was supposed to be.
as she got ready for bed, she digged through her tote, pulling out the sleep clothes she brought. it was a pair of cotton shorts, and what was supposed to be her Joan Jet black t-shirt. only, when she unfolded the damn thing, all air left her lungs.
instead of the familiar red print, what was staring back at her was the t-shirt her friends had given her for her birthday. the one with “ I ❤︎ Hot DILFS” front and center.
right, she was not going around him in this monstrosity, no fucking way. she just needed to lay down, pull her sheets up and get dressed immediately upon waking up tomorrow. yeah, that was a good plan. an easy, solid plan.
except for the fact that when she nodded off, she was startled awake not even an hour later by another roar from the storm outside. jesus fuck, it wasn’t letting up, and now she was up and disoriented, her heart beating a mile per minute.
the guest room felt too dark, too unfamiliar, and it didn’t do a good job at calming her down. so, with shaky feet, she dragged herself up and out of the soft mattress, deciding that maybe she could go into the living room and watch some TV to calm down. nothing like midnight reality show re-runs to get her nerves under control.
only, when she reached it, she found that she wasn’t the only one with that idea. jack was up, his back to her, his prosthetic off and leaning against the couch he lounged on, and a beer in hand. he looked up the second he heard her hesitant footsteps, the lines around his eyes illuminate by the cool glow of the tv. they softened when they landed on her.
“hey doll, couldn’t sleep?”
she shook her head, daring to take another step into the room. “the lightening woke me up…”
he tutted softly, as if he was scolding the weather itself, and patted the empty space on the couch. “c’mere, there’s nothing to be afraid of.” there was no judgement in his tone, nothing to make her feel like a loser for how nervous something so harmless made her.
for a second she forgot all about her shirt, all about the plan she came up with, and dragged herself to the couch. she let out a soft, relieved sigh as she sunk into the cushions, curling her legs underneath her. her eyes landed on the TV, where some nature documentary about hibernation played, and she hummed. this was better for the brain than love island.
the calm lasted for a short while, the time it took for jack’s eyes to move lower than her face, and land on the text decorating her shirt. he stayed quiet for a moment, having a bit of a hard time making out the sentence without his readers on, but when he did, he made her jump with his words.
“what’s a DILF?”
the question seemed so out of left field, that she chocked on her own spit. after a quick coughing fit, she looked down at where he was staring, right at her tits. fuck.
she felt her face burn a few hundred degrees hotter than before, and her mouth opened and closed a few times as she tried to find what to say, like a damn fish out of water. “um…” fuck fuck fuck. she was so fucked. and he was looking at her expectantly. she knew he wasn’t going to let this go.
jack, on the other hand, was having way too much fun watching her squirm. he was older, but he wasn’t that old, he knew exactly what the acronym stood for, thanks to shen’s explanation that one time a drunk patient called him that. he watched her fumble over herself for a few seconds more, almost enough for him to be merciful and tell her it wasn’t important, but then, “…dad i’d like to fuck…” the phrase tumbled out, no louder than a whisper.
this was it, the most humiliating moment of her entire existence, he was either going to laugh at her or get weirded out, and as embarrassing as the first option was, the letter made her want to throw up. “it’s uh– just a… my friends got it as a joke for my birthday…”
god, he should let it go, he really fucking should, but watching her fumble over her words, her eyes trained onto the floor like a guilty puppy, was just too delicious for him to do so. “mhm…” he hummed, shifting in his seat as all his senses screamed that something’s gotta give.
“you know, for a good joke to work, there’s gotta be some truth to it.”
if there was a God, she was praying to him that the earth would open up and swallow her whole. being bathed in hell fire for all of eternity seemed less painful than having to go through this conversation. “i guess… sure, i mean– i’ve had a huge crush on Anthony Bourdain and such.”
“such… such is a broad statement, anyone i know of on there?” he was playing with fire, he knew that and he was going to get burned, either by her, or her father if– when he finds out. but right now, seeing this bright, beautiful, smart thing flushed and thrown off her game by an old dog like him was an aphrodisiac like no other. “i mean, that’s an interesting shirt to be wearing right now.”
she was going to cry, like, she actually had tears in her eyes by this point. she was already on edge tonight, so his teasing didn’t tumble off her back as it usually did, instead it made her feel like he was seriously making fun of her. her hands clutched at the hem of the shirt, knuckles going white as she tried to find what to say and dig herself out of the suffocating hole she was now in.
jack’s smug expression melted away when he watched her not say anything for a minute straight, and fully dissipated when his gaze landed on her hands. her trembling hands. damn it, he was a fucking piece of shit, wasn’t he? teasing a young girl just to make his chest puff a little.
“i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to make this weird…” those words were supposed to be coming out of his mouth, but instead, she was stuttering them out like a scolded child. jack closed his eyes to stop himself from doing something stupid, like grabbing her chin and making her look up at him. he didn’t deserve to touch her right now, not unless she felt safe to initiate it.
“shh, stop, stop.” he let out a long, drawn out sigh, “you didn’t make shit weird, i did.” he replied, running a hand over the messy curls on top his head, a gesture of pure frustration. he could almost feel the ghost of his wife tugging on his ear to get him to behave. “i just… i don’t know, guess i wanted to see if you’d confess your undying love for me, like some idiot.”
he laughed as he said that last part, a sound that was tinged with self-deprecation, and the notes of a man who was just… tired. tired of himself, tired of messing shit up, tired of… pretending something wasn’t here, between them.
her neck finally shifted up at his words, and she was wearing an expression he had never seen on her before. her brows were knitted together, hovering above eyes that were open, trusting and so, so confused. her tongue poked out to wet her lips as she tried to make sense of what he was saying, and his attention was immediately drawn to the pink of it. she looked like she was putting pieces together, whilst still terrified that she had all the puzzle pieces mixed up.
something about the way he said it, it didn’t sound like a joke.
“… what do you mean?”
jack swallowed. he didn’t want to lie to her– he couldn’t, not when she looked so genuine, not even if it was the smart thing to do. no, instead he decided to finally act like the mature one in this conversation, and give it to her straight, even if it meant she’d run. even if it meant her dad would put out a hit on him– if he doesn’t do the job himself that is.
“what i mean is… i was hoping that maybe i fit into that category..”
there it was, the truth that he, a man entering his 50s, wanted to be desired by the one person on this whole damn planet he should be staying away from.
the “why?” that left her was instantaneous and breathless, like she was scared to understand what he was saying. it would be easy to say it was just an ego-boost thing, but he knew better, and he wasn’t going to dumb it down for her. so, he took a deep breath, needing oxygen in his brain for this next part, else he’d pass out.
“because… because you’re a gorgeous woman too smart for your own good sweetheart, anyone would want that, i want that.”
it was funny, how a sentence that could change the entire trajectory of someone’s future can be said as easily as “how’s the weather?”, only, the letter didn’t have the potential of making him hate himself. this was it, the cork finally flew off, and he felt a cold dread wash over him at the silence that followed.
“what?…you want that?”
“yeah.”
he could hear her breathing now, loud and hurried. fuck, she was probably freaking out, scared that her dad’s fucking friend was a damn creep who had her alone in his house, jesus, he was such a piece of shit–
“you’re like… the number one man on that list.”
his pulse stopped the second what she said registered. his eyes found hers, and all he could do is just stare like a moron, his mouth open and catching flies. he felt mummified in the spot, all that walk and talk he was doing a few minutes ago gone and nowhere to be found. there was no way…
he must’ve looked stupider than he felt, because she let out a sudden giggle, whatever awkward energy she was feeling now gone and transferred onto him. she swung her legs out from underneath herself, choosing to instead shuffled her butt closer to him, and watch as that pretty, freckled face turned pink. “what’s wrong doctor? isn’t that what you wanted to hear?”
“kid–”
“oh fuck off,” she was tired of it, the constant teasing, constant lingering glances, constant touching that meant “nothing”, done ignoring it. “don’t call me kid right now.”
“but you are, you’re my friend’s kid.”
“and i’m also a grown woman with a master’s degree, abbot, i’d quite enjoy not having my identity tied to my father.”
that shut him up. jack leaned his head back, letting out a long exhale as he thought of what to say, what to do. she was a wild card, pure and simple, and well, he has been toying with her for a while now, hasn’t he? he never actually believed something would come from it, but now she was here, not even a foot away from him, in a t-shirt that didn’t hide the fact that she wasn’t wearing a bra underneath, and eyes that were burning holes into his skull.
he wanted so bad to just grab the front of that stupid cotton and show her exactly what he wanted to hear, what he’s been wanting since… well, almost from the day he met her. but right then, her father’s face flashed into his mind’s eye and–
he didn’t get to finish that thought, not before her hand found it’s way onto his forearm, a light, fleeting touch, but enough. “jack…”
whatever weak resolve he had shattered.
his hands did find their home onto her shirt, just to yank her from the soft cushions, onto the firm muscles of his thighs. he manhandled her onto his lap like she weighed nothing, girthy fingers digging into her hips to keep the suddenly squirming body against him still. her brain hardly had the time time to comprehend transporting from point A to point B, and then his mouth was crashing onto hers.
“mmphf–!”
his mouth was soft as it claimed hers, and if she had been making out with any guy her own age, she would’ve been nonchalant enough to pull back and ask what chapstick he was using. but, this wasn’t any guy her own age, this was doctor jack abbot, and for the first time in her life, she understood what being kissed silly meant.
his stubble was ticklish on her skin, making her shiver and open her mouth in a gasp– perfect opportunity for his tongue to make way between her lips. it was wet and insistent, chasing her whenever she had the audacity to try and get some air in. if he didn’t have at least some self control, he might’ve suffocated her right then in there, just with his tongue down her throat.
when she didn’t push him away and call him a damn gross pervert, jack’s hands moved. they were everywhere, never staying in one spot too long. he was touching her like he was scared the spell would break at any moment, like he needed to map every nook and cranny before she was taken away from him. over her thighs, grasping handfuls of her ass, rocking her against his hips to show her exactly what she was doing to him, his cock hardening against her pelvis.
then there was her waist, perfectly sculpted for his fingers to spread over while he took a second to pull back and fill his lungs up with much needed oxygen. his eyes were half lidded as he looked up at her, hair mussed and sticking in all directions by the force her fingers used to press him even closer. “fucking hell angel, what are you doing to me, hm?”
she couldn’t give any coherent answer to his question, just series pathetic whines as her hips chased whatever friction he wasn’t giving her. his kiss had wiped out whatever logical thoughts usually lived up in her brain, and all that was left was a girl who had been thinking about this way too long.
“jackie.” her hands, which a second ago were in his hair, slid down to circle his neck and pull him even closer to her, her panting breaths now warming up his ear.
“shh, ‘m here sweet thing.” now jack was focused on sliding his hands even higher to grab handfuls of her tits. at the contact, she let out an even higher, more pathetic moan, surprising even herself. she never felt any breast sensitivity, not with anyone she’s been with before, but something about knowing this was jack made every nerve ending in her body work overtime. it was like her skin was on fire, especially now, as he was mercilessly bringing his thumb and pointer finger together to pinch her nipple.
“fuck!” she bucked against him, letting out a slow hiss of pain. not bad pain though, never bad pain. instead, the type that was slowly turning her brain into mush, and he hasn’t even properly touched her yet.
“language angel.” he tsked, watching as her curse transformed into a low whine.
“good girl.”
that was it, the phrase that turned off every single light up there and transformed her into a blissed out dolly who would take most anything he was willing to give her.
“jackie– please. please touch me.”
god, she sounded pathetic, all breathy and messy and glossy-eyed, and somewhere in the back of her lust-riddled mind, she was aware enough to know guys her age have never gotten her this messed up, and all they’ve done is dry hump like teenagers.
with what was half moan, half growl, one of his hands freed the plush tissue of her breast to move lower and lower, until she lifted her hips to clear his path towards the damn mess between her thighs.
at the first contact, she all but sobbed against his shoulder. her cunt was drenched, eyes squeezed shut, legs wide open, unaware of the awe on the older man’s face. jack was looking between the junction of her thighs and the top of her head wondering what fucking saint he was in a past life to deserve this. she was letting out noises holier than any church chime, and it was all because of him.
“shit doll, you’re a damn waterfall.” jack groaned as he scooped a bit of the liquid between his fingers, fighting the urge to bring his hand out and sniff it. “wanna to take that shirt off for me sweet thing?”
sure, he wanted to see every inch of her skin, but that was a plea meant to pull her head away from his chest more than anything. as fantastic as her tits were, he was a lot more interested in watching that fucked out, brow-drawn, pleading look on her face.
it worked. she lifted her head with a small sound that was reminiscent of a mouse squeak, and brought her hands down to pull that ridiculous garment off. jack’s eyes burned into her as her tummy came into view, and soon after the soft mounds of her chest were hanging free.
“jesus.” okay, maybe he lied, he was damn interested in those too. and he must’ve stopped all movement to stare at them for a second too long, because next thing he knew she was wiggling against the hand shoved down her pants with a frustrated huff. “doc, get back to it.”
the words snapped him out of his trance completely and… fuck. his cock was already hard enough to give 20-year-old abbot a run for his money, but her calling him that, in this situation? well hell, that was a new one.
“yeah? you want your doctor to help with that ache between your legs baby?” he rasped, fingers moving away from her clit to give some love to her entrance as well. the feel of thick fingertips tracing her opening made her tense slightly, but nothing he couldn’t remedy with a shush and his free hand patting her up and down her torso. “mhm, gotta feel you inside pretty girl, especially if you want me to fit in there later, m’kay?”
god, this was already perfect enough, but now as he nudged his thick fingers into her spongy walls, she couldn’t help but let out a breathless, needy sound at the idea of that later.
jack did quick work in loosening her hole up, one finger, then two, and now a third was nudging it’s way in as his thumb kept insistently circling her clit. he curled them up and into her, his thrusts fast and rough inside her tight hole.
it didn’t take long, not even a full 5 minutes, before she was letting out a series of high-pitched moans and making a mess all over his callused fingers. all he could do was try not to come into his damn pants like a teenager at the sight and sound of it.
jack hardly gave her enough time to stop shivering like a cat in heat before his wide palms grasped her thighs and lifted her off his lap, only to then slide down onto the couch until he was almost laying on it. she looked at him with a cute little frown on her face, all confused as if he wasn’t about to show her what it meant to be with a real man.
“take your pants off baby.”
a minute later, there she was, with her cunt exposed above his face, his warm breath fanning the soft curls that grew there. while she was calculating the likeliness of suffocating him like this, his hands dug into the soft meat of her inner thighs, pushing them all the way open, until he could easily fit his entire face near her mound.
and she had the audacity to say. “sorry, haven’t shaved…”
the audacity of that sentence took his eyes away from studying every nook and cranny of that perfect pussy, his eyes lifting and meeting hers. his right brow quirked up, and the urge to laugh was battling with the anger he felt at whatever societal bullshit made her say that. “sweetheart, i need you to listen to me, and i need you to listen very closely.”
with those words he gave her thigh a light smack, making sure all her focus was on him–only him. “no real man gives a fuck. christ, i mean, i don’t know how they could, look at this beauty.” his index finger moved inwards, now tracing the still sensitive flesh of her lips.
the honeyed speech, mixed with the absolute filth he was doing to her, had it’s desired effect. she let out a pathetic little mewl, her face growing painfully hot, his attention making her shy in ways she wanted to cry about. and, she almost did, when the next thing she felt was a tongue going up from her entrance to her clit.
god, if the fingering had rocked her world, this was entering Michelin star records. only this time, she was the meal. jack abbot didn’t just eat her cunt–he devoured that shit off the bone. there was nothing soft or slow about it, because right now he was a man on a mission, and that mission was to get as much of her in his mouth as possible. her skin was deliciously salty, and he was happy he didn’t let her use his shower before this. but her cum, god, the remnants of it was a flavor bomb like no other, and he needed more.
luckily, he knew how to do this like the back of his hand.
he moved up and down with long, broad strokes, before focusing on her clit. he gave it a few quick flicks with the tip of his tongue, a precursor to what put her rose toy to shame when he closed his mouth around it and began sucking it. all the while, his fingers found their way back inside of her, feeling her get wetter and wetter with every passing second.
he could die happy, right then and there.
“FUCK!” if the scream she let out wasn’t enough to confirm that he made her come a second time, the warm, salty liquid overflowing his taste buds definitely was. he didn’t let go right away, instead aiming for a full clean-up job until she was quivering above him him.
“jackie, mmhf–”
she was tugging on his curls now, but it was no longer to keep herself afloat and him in place, but an insistent little pull to get him up where she wanted him. she didn’t ask for it in words, just pursed her lips and let out a little kissy noise, making him laugh.
that was enough to take his attention away from her bottom lips, and crawl kisses up her body until he reached her top ones. his mouth was still full with her, and he didn’t shy away from letting her taste exactly what she’s produced. any fear that she might find it disgusting dissipated when she let out a wanton moan into the kiss, her tongue meeting his to take everything he’s giving her.
they moved in synch, until her hand found it’s way onto the rock-hard bulge in his sweats. jack moved back from the kiss with a drawn-out hiss the second her nimble fingers made contact with the tented cotton, and he didn’t have enough self-control to stop the pained groan that followed. fuck, he needed more like, right this second.
“shit, baby, you know what you want, huh?” he tried to laugh, but it came out embarrassingly stuttered. jack was finding it hard to stay on top of things while she was too busy wrapping her fingers around his cock. her hand wrapped around the fabric with a ferocity that made him fear she was going to rip the fabric clean off as she fumbled to pull it away.
he helped her out with the drawstring, moaning as the cool air made contact with the overheating skin underneath. the second his cock was out and proud, she froze, an embarrassingly loud gasp leaving her.
doctor jack abbot’s cock was a goddamn weapon, pure and simple. sure, it didn’t go past maybe 6.7 inches, but the girth of it? she could hardly close a hand around the thing, and dread filled her at the feat that was about to be try and fit that inside of her. while on top. fuck.
he noticed it– the widening of her eyes, the hitch of her breath, and tried to push away the male part of him that wanted to act all smug about it. he wasn’t 19 anymore. right now, he had a duty to make this woman as comfortable as damn possible, and that started with a hand cupping her face, forcing her gaze away from down there.
“hey pretty girl, you still with me?” his voice was soft, coaxing.
“mhm, but jack– i don’t know if i can fit that.”
those familiar words made him chuckle and lean back against the couch, bringing her closer to his chest. “it’ll fit angel, just gotta relax for me, can you do that?”
the tone he was using was the same one often heard while he was in charge of a particularly anxious patient. all soft words and prolonged eye contact, like he was trying to really show how fucking genuine he was.
and it worked, because she just bit her lip, nodding obediently, like she was scared to disappoint him, and too damn stubborn and horny not to have him right here, right now.
jack couldn’t stop the stupid grin that grew on his face as he watched her puff out her chest and take a big, deep breath, as if she was amping herself up to jump out a 6 story window, not have sex. but, any and all smile was wiped away the instant her hand took hold of him and his tip was pressed against the achingly soft lips of her cunt.
“shit.” he whimpered, watching with baited breath as she began to sink onto him.
the burn was instantaneous. she had to stop every few seconds, her nails digging crescents into his soft chest as she tried not to chicken out. all the while, jack was fighting against his own urges to just go at it like a fucking dog to gently coax her to keep going. a “good girl” here, a “that’s it, just relax sweet thing” there, until she was sat flush onto his cock.
by then, her head replaced the hands on his chest, while they wrapped around his broad back, holding on for dear life. it took a good minute for her to stop panting like an animal. the way his cock was stretching her out was like nothing before,and she was sure jack abbot was going to stay imprinted in her pussy for as long as she lived.
“that’s it, good girl– are you okay?” she answered that with an experimental move, lifting her hips up until only half of his cock was nuzzled inside of her before dropping down again.
reality as he knew it ceased to exist.
in this moment all there was, and would ever be, was this beautiful woman staring at him with her brows drawn and mouth hanging into a perfect “o” shape, and the unyielding clutch of her cunt squeezing him dry.
the initial pain slowly sizzled out, and the second he noticed that in her movements, he moved, no longer afraid she was this fragile thing that he was going to break.
and for all her nerves, the damn girl started going at in like a damn jackhammer. at one point he was almost going to tell her to slow down, that his old heart can’t take it, but he could hardly speak as he gazed upon this goddess bouncing on top of him like he was the damn man of her dreams.
and with every press of his tip into the deepest parts of her, her clit grazed his pelvis, and she started to call bullshit on the phrase “better than sex”, anyone who thought anything was better than this sex simply wasn’t having good sex, and that was that. and she was more than happy to let him know how perfect it was with the way her moans grew louder with every bounce.
as she took all she wanted on top of him, jack’s lips slipped lower and lower until he wrapped them around a nipple, and jesus, one would think he was trying to induce lactation with the way he was mouthing and sucking on the flesh. he moved between the two, making sure each bud was nice and swollen from his tongue.
as distracting as the pliable tissue of her chest was, it did nothing to hide the way she was tensing more and more with every coming movement. she was bursting at the seams, and he was more than happy to help her out. “shit, baby, you’re close, aren’t you?”
she looked down at him, eyes glossy and clearly struggling to hold herself upright. giving him a weak nod, she continued with her quick movements, even though her thighs burned with the strength it took to not just collapse.
“oh angel, you need my help, hm? need your old man to put in the work?” he didn’t wait for an answer before grasping the meaty muscle of her ass and hoisting her up. from this position, he was able to fuck her like an expensive fleshlight, his cock going in and out of her dripping hole with ease. with the way her eyes rolled back into her skull, he could tell she liked it.
“touch yourself– yeah, like that, good girl.” he groaned, watching as her trembling fingers found the sensitive head of her clit.
it took one, two, three more thrusts and then she was falling apart. pure white heat exploded in her tummy for the third time that night, the orgasm ripping through her and turning off every single nerve ending in her body, before everything rerouted 100x stronger.
any other time she would be too embarrassed to be this loud, but right now she couldn’t physically stop the guttural keen that left her lungs.
and then, she collapsed on top of him. warm, and snuggly, still pulsating around his cock like the best weighted blanket he has ever had the pleasure of experiencing. he didn’t stop his movements, especially now that he felt free to chase his own climax without worrying about if she was having a good time or not. it didn’t take long for his thrusts to turn sloppy, uncoordinated as his balls tensed up, almost uncomfortably full.
when he came, it wasn’t quiet. his thrusts froze up just as her walls pulsated once more, and then his he exploded inside of her like a water balloon. he couldn’t remember the last time he came that hard, hell, he could hardly remember how to breathe there for a second.
“fuck, oh yeah, fuck yeah, fucking beautiful girl–.” his words became nonsensical, a blabbered mess against her skin as she took all he had to give her.
he kept at it for at least a minute. every single time he thought he had given all he could possibly give, his balls released another burst of that sticky liquid to paint her walls with. by the time he softened up, it was all dripping out of her, creating a real mess where their bodies connected.
jack’s eyes finally met hers, dilated pupils reflecting one another. “hell doll… jesus.” he groaned, dropping his forehead against hers.
“mhm? did d’ya like it?” she murmured against him, as if she didn’t just ride his soul out of his body.
he gave her a smack on the ass for that, for the pure audacity to ask such stupid, stupid questions.
5 minutes later, jack had his prosthesis back on and a warm rag in his hand as he cleaned up the mess he made out of her. his best friend’s daughter. his beautiful girl.
“there you go baby– all clean ‘n pretty for me.”
he couldn’t stop looking at her, especially not now, not when she was half asleep on his couch, her face sporting a sated smile as she looked at him like he had hung the damn stars up in the night sky.
her hair was messy and damp and her eyes half-lidded as she lifted her hand to tug at his forearm.
“can we do this again?" her words were half-mumbled, but that didn’t hide the strength it took for her to muster up the courage and ask that.
fuck.
he has never heard a better question in his entire life.
