cw: plink warning, allusion to breeding, modern setting and dom arthur.
arthur morgan got you spread nice and wide on the leather peeling backseat of his rusty truck, the air within growing heavy with the sharp tang of a freshly struck cigarette and the smoldering spice of his cologne, clinging to the space between you as thick as the beads of sweat tracking paths down his hair and freckle dappled chest, where sinews shifted like tides beneath the soft weight of his scarred skin, as his stomach tensed, a slow roll of muscle toward broad hips, his calloused hands taking hold of your supple thighs, roughened fingertips sinking deep into the yielding flesh, anchoring your legs high and straight, pinned firmly against his torso.
there's a harsh slap shivering against the tender flesh of your rippling asscheeks, leaving a wake of stinging warmth in it's path, your skin blooming with a sudden, searing heat from the way arthur pounds into you, relentless, filling the humid space with obnoxious squelches of your soppy pussy, vehicle shaking on it's wheels with each grind and buckling snap of his hips, moans punching out through your clenching teeth as your drooling hole clutches around his fat cock, dripping rivulets of slick that gather down on his hung, plapping balls, which makes him to seemingly wedge in even deeper, hips angling and your gummy walls rippling around, arthur's panting rasp answering to your warbled keen with a — “there's a good girl”
his praises always make you gush with need, and the wicked glint that flashes through his dazzling turquoise eyes is enough of an answer, heavy gaze tracing the swell of your bouncing breasts, nipples pebbled even though it's impossible to breathe in there, windows fogged up, leather damp from the sweat that collects on every curve and slope of your glistening skin, drops scattering when your body jolts at another unyielding drive of his throbbing cock inside your weeping, pulsing cunt, mewls spilling from your gaping lips, hitching in your throat when arthur bends over, his light brown strands of hair falling into your eyes, smearing sweat, as his chapped lips brush over yours, coaxing to open wider, let his tongue in.
rough graze of his beard scorching your skin as arthur pulled away, his breath still ghosting over your lips as he began to smudge a trail of kisses from the line of your jaw down to the sensitive arch of your neck, his stubble leaving blistering sensation in its wake, slow, molten warmth pooling low with a heavy, insistent pressure deep within your gut, seeming to thrum in your womb, as you shudder helplessly beneath the looming weight of his body, his firm hold on your long turned cottony legs, and there's a lopsided grin curling over the edge of his lip, stretching the scar on his chin, the fat head of his cock pulsing along your spongy walls in need to breed you with spurts of his thick, creamy cum, already hearing you babble those needy pleas.
while an almost eerie stillness reigns outside, stretching into wide, untouched by the reach of buildings expanses of farm land, only wild grass and inky silhouettes of towering trees, with no one out there to witness the frantic remnants strewn upon the ground, shoes cast aside in haste, arthur's plaid button up and frayed denim laying in a heap, a leather belt unbuckled and left behind, your frilly cotton panties beside, gusset soaked through, with dirt and golden dust of hay clinging as a stain.
Summary: Abbot finally manages to persuade Robby into sharing you.
Warnings: Dark-ish Dr. Robby, power imbalance, implied age-gap, jealousy. Smut| eiffel tower kinda threesome, oral sex (m and f receiving), unprotected p in v sex, creampie, praising, pet names.
This is a second part to this fic, but it can be read alone
The bar was crowded. The kind of crowded you could barely hear yourself think, which is probably why Michael hadn’t shut the conversation down right away.
“C’mon, man, I know you two have your own... arrangement.” Dr. Abbot was talking, a little amused at the annoyance on his friend’s face.
Robby was acting as if what he was asking was scandalous. When, really, they both knew how many more scandalous things they’d done together.
“I’m not saying I want it to change, just- y’know...” Jack raised his brow, his gaze panning to you. “We could try once, for old time’s sake.”
Michael’s jaw ticked.
“I’m not sharing her.”
His eyes were on you too now. You were oblivious, laughing and talking with all the other residents at the table across the room.
“C’mon, you know you’d like it.” Abbot rebutted, taking a step closer to the man.
It was like you sensed something was happening. One moment you were laughing with Whitaker; the other your eyes had found the two men staring at you.
It felt as if the world froze, and all any of you could sense was each other.
“Just imagine how pretty she’ll look,” Jack was murmuring, only for Robby to hear, “with two cocks filling her up... How out of it she’ll be while we use her until she can’t take it anymore.”
Michael inhaled sharply, his traitorous mind picturing exactly what Abbot was putting in his head.
“You know you want that,” Abbot continued, sensing Robby’s breaking point closer. “You know you wanna feel her come on your cock while she moans around mine.”
The night’s attending was met with silence for a moment- that was until Dr. Robinavitch finally gave up, shaking his head as he groaned, “Fucking damnit”.
__ __ __
- I’m leaving -
The text told you all you needed to know.
It had been weeks now.
Weeks of stolen glances and murmured praises and secret texts that told you when to start saying goodbye to people so as not to seem suspicious when Dr. Robby left too.
At the end of most shifts, you ended up going home with Micheal, sometimes you even spent the night.
You were, as he put it, his special girl. And it was a feeling like no other.
The only thing that was hard was pretending like nothing ever happened while you were at work. You caught yourself slipping up more times than you liked to admit.
Sometimes it was a reference to “last night,” sometimes it was a touch that lingered too long, or a stare that conveyed too much... thankfully, however, no one seemed to suspect anything.
Or at least no one had brought it up with you.
You made your round of goodbyes, and with the excuse of being tired, you finally managed to get out of the bar.
The chilly night’s air greeted you as the doors closed behind you.
You shivered, closing your jacket as you started to walk to where you knew Michael’s car was parked.
The streetlamps illuminated the sidewalk with a soft glow as silence wrapped around you.
There was no one out.
No one except...
Dr. Abbot was leaning on a car you knew all too well.
Shit.
What were you supposed to do? You couldn’t exactly stop there now. What were you gonna tell him? That you were waiting on your attending so he could take you back to his home and fuck you?
Not to mention the fact you didn’t want Michael to see you talking to Jack- hell, him flirting with you was the reason all of this started.
You were planning to just give him a little nod of acknowledgment and keep walking, when, to your dismay, he shattered all your plans.
“Hey, sweetheart.”
You skidded to a stop, trying to think of what to say.
“Dr. Abbot. Hi,” you finally regained the ability to speak, conceding him a quick smile.
“You can come closer, I don’t bite,” he chuckled.
His arms were crossed against his chest as he watched you with amusement.
You must have looked dumb, blinking up at him from five feet away.
“I just... I was making my way home,” you lied, your voice weak.
“You sure?” his lips pulled into a smirk.
“I-” you trailed off, watching the look in his eyes intently.
And in an instant, it clicked.
He knew.
“Do you... Do you know?” you asked, your voice low as you hurried closer to him.
Again, he laughed as he looked you up and down, seemingly happy with what he found.
“I know a lot of things, sugar,” he murmured, his fingers moving some hair out of your face, his thumb lingering on your cheek,
His touch warmed your skin like liquid fire, sending shivers to places they had no business going.
“I know you’re very beautiful,” he murmured softly, his words caressing your skin. “I know that even if you try to hide it, you like looking at me...”
“Stop,” you whispered, biting your lip, “y- you shouldn’t.”
“Shouldn’t do what?” he hummed, his eyes falling to your lips as he leaned closer.
Your heart picked up like a hummingbird. You could almost feel his lips on yours, his beard on your skin, and his hand in your hair- when someone cleared his throat to your right.
Fuck.
You gasped, jumping back as if Abbot’s touch had turned scorching hot.
Dr. Robinavitch was right there, looking at what was happening- looking at you.
“We weren’t- nothing happened,” you blurted out immediately, eliciting a cackle from Abbot.
You were expecting to see anger in Michael’s eyes, but when you looked closer... There was just some jealousy; the rest was something else.
“It’s ok, baby,” he reassured you.
“R-really?”
He gave you a simple nod, and you sighed shakily with relief.
Your breathing was starting to get back to normal, but as you watched the two men before you, a weird sensation overwhelmed you.
Michael had moved to stand beside Jack, and both their eyes were on you.
You’d noticed them before,talking in the bar while looking at you, but you just assumed it was something to do with work, but now it felt... different.
What the hell was going on?
“You ever been to Paris, sweetheart?”
It was Abbot’s voice that broke the silence.
“Jesus,” Robby laughed, shaking his head.
Huh?
“W-what?” you murmured, confused.
But they simply looked at each other, a grin on both their lips.
“Nothing, baby, just get in the car.”
__ __ __
You felt dazed as you followed Dr. Robby into his apartment.
The door closed behind Abbot with a loud click, and you almost jumped.
You had no clue what was going on. You had no idea how you were supposed to act.
You certainly couldn’t behave like you did when you and Michael were alone, but it’s not like he remembered that.
He’d already touched you inappropriately, and you hadn’t known how to react.
This was all so confusing.
“You want something to drink?”
While Jack answered positively behind you, you could only shake your head no.
Dr. Robinavitch smiled for a moment before walking to the kitchen, leaving you alone with the other man.
“Let’s get on the couch, yeah?”
When did he get so close?
His breath was fanning your neck, causing shivers down your spine.
“Mh-mh,” you hummed, complying.
You stared at your hands as he sat beside you.
“You don’t have to be nervous, sweetheart,” he spoke gently.
His voice was tinged with a delicious warmth.
“I just... I don’t really know what’s happening.”
Abbot couldn’t help but grin as his index finger guided your face up to look at him.
“We’re just here to... enjoy each other’s company,” he murmured, looking at you sweetly. “You don’t enjoy being around me?”
“No, I do,” you nodded shily.
“And you enjoy being with Robby?”
“Y-yes”
“That’s good,” Abbot bit down a proud smile as he moved closer, his fingers toying with your hair. “I bet he makes you enjoy yourself a lot.”
You choked on nothing at those words, heat spreading on your cheeks like wildfire.
“W-what? I-I”
I mean, it’s not like he was wrong. Dr. Robinavitch was definitely the best sex you’d ever had.
“It’s ok, sugar,” he shook his head, caressing your cheek soothingly. “I’m sure he does. There’s nothing wrong with it.”
Your breathing quickened, “Y-you shouldn’t know that.”
“Oh, Robby doesn’t care that I know what you two do,” he grinned, his gaze shifting behind you as Michael came into the living room. “Do you?”
You couldn’t bring yourself to turn and look at the man.
“Can’t say that I do.”
The answer shocked you. Why didn’t he want anyone else to know, but Abbot was fine? That made no sense.
“W-why?”
Michael was shrugging, finally in your line of sight now. He handed a beer to Abbot and sat on your other side, taking a swing of his own bottle.
“’Cause sweetheart...” Jack murmured, placing the beer on the coffee table next to him, before letting his hand slowly move to your thigh, “Robby and me... we’ve got a history.”
You swallowed, trying to make sense of his words.
“A history?” you repeated, watching each man questioningly.
A beat passed, then two.
“A history of sharing women, sweetheart,” Jack spoke softly, but your heart skipped a beat nevertheless.
Did he just say...
“You’re in a rush,” Robby commented, arching a brow at the other man.
“I’ve been wanting this for a long time,” Abbot answered truthfully, his eyes only on you.
Your heart was pounding in your chest, and yet you felt almost hypnotized by the look in Abbott’s eyes.
He just grinned, his fingers leaving your face as he reached for his beer and took a sip.
“At the same time?”
It felt dirty to even say it, but the lava-like heat low in your belly was everlasting.
The things you were picturing...
“Yes, baby,” Robby spoke now, his hand finding your other thigh.
“Y-you mean...” you couldn’t even finish the sentence, your brain was short-circuiting.
“Yes, sugar.” Michael leaned closer, kissing you slowly without any warning. “We like to fuck women at the same time.”
You were pretty sure you weren’t breathing anymore.
Both their hands and stares were on you, and you felt like you could have died.
“Is that something you’d be interested in?” Abbot asked, his gaze burning.
“I’ve never done anything... like that.”
You glanced at the beer bottles forgotten on the coffee table, trying to calm yourself.
“We’ll teach you, sweetheart.”
You gulped as Robby asked, “So?”
You looked at each of them, eyes wide, breathing erratic, and the answer was out before you could stop it.
“Yes”
I mean, it’s not like it was much of a tough question- You couldn’t think of one person on this earth that would turn the opportunity down.
Robby’s lips pulled into a smirk.
“Good girl,” he praised you, before crashing his mouth with yours.
You whimpered into the kiss as he tasted you like he owned you- the kiss was hard, branding, and it left you breathless.
He pulled away way too soon, but then he nodded to Abbot, and you felt about to combust.
Was this really happening?
Your question was answered in a matter of seconds, because as soon as you turned around, Abbot was leaning closer.
His kiss started softer, like he was trying to test out the water, or perhaps trying to hold himself back.
But then something switched, your tongue started exploring his mouth too, and he groaned, as his movements turned desperate... hungry.
His hands gripped your face as he forced you impossibly close to him, and he made a point of tasting every single inch of you until he could barely breathe.
Your puffy lips caused a smile to Jack’s face as he leaned away.
He really had been wanting to do this for a long time.
“Let’s go to the bedroom.” Robby’s voice broke the thick silence.
__ __ __
You were sitting on the bed like you’d been told to, watching with a mix of anxiety and excitement as the two men glanced at each other, communicating silently, before looking back at you.
You had so many questions- you wanted to ask how any of this was gonna work, you wanted to ask what was gonna happen... but no words could make it out of your mouth.
They were silent too. Not in your panicky way, but in a calm, confident way.
Jack moved first, walking to you before slowly kneeling down. His hands fell to your legs, and butterflies filled your stomach.
“Let’s get you out of these clothes, yeah?”
Robby rounded the bed, the mattress creaking underneath his weight as he came to kneel behind you.
Wordlessly, Jack undid your pants while Robby helped you out of your shirt.
In moments, you sat there in only a pair of panties and a bra.
You would have felt self-conscious, if it wasn’t for the adoration blanketing the men’s eyes.
Michael took off your bra, and you watched Abbot’s jaw tick as his eyes fell to your naked chest.
He didn’t move - it was Robby who initiated the dance.
His mouth fell to your neck, leaving hot, wet kisses on it while his hands traveled up to cup your tits hard, squeezing and groping as he groaned against your neck.
Your eyes were on Abbot as you bit your bottom lip, trying and failing to silence your moans.
It was a weird feeling, having someone watch such an intimate moment... but it was extraordinary too.
It took a moment for Jack to snap out of it, but once he did, he just smirked at you as he slowly peeled your panties off.
You held your breath, your hand shooting to Michael’s hair as he sucked on a spot behind your ear that made you feel dizzy.
Abbot couldn’t resist anymore, as much as he enjoyed the show, he guided your legs to open, watching with twisted satisfaction your whole heat come into view for him.
“Oh, sweetheart,” he cooed, leaning down further, his fingers gripping the outside of your thighs, “You’ve got the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen.”
You only whimpered as he moved your legs to rest on his shoulders, his breath fanning to your core while his lips started to leave taunting kisses on the inside of your thighs.
Soft whines left your throat as his stubble grazed your skin, his mouth inching closer to where you needed it, but never fully reaching it.
You tried to wiggle your hips to get him closer, but all that caused was a smirk on Jack’s lips and a sudden bite to your skin.
You yelped, causing both men to laugh.
“Please,” you mumbled, your chest heaving.
“Begging already?” Abbot shook his head, chuckling as he continued to torture you.
“Jack’s taking his sweet time, huh?” Robby spoke to your ear, sending shivers down your spine.
You nodded desperately, hoping he’d get on your side and tell the man to get to work... only of course, Robby absolutely loved seeing you like this.
“I wanna enjoy this,” Jack spoke in between kisses, and now licks, to your sensitive skin. “Who knows when you’re gonna let me do this again.”
“If.” Robby corrected him immediately, moving your hair to the side to grant some attention to other spots on your throat. “If I’m gonna let you do this again.”
“See?” Abbot arched a brow, laughing softly as he looked at you. “He’s seriously possessive about you, sweetheart- You really cast a spell on him.”
You couldn’t help but smile at that. The thought of you being so special to Robby... it did things to you.
The distraction lasted only so long, because soon Jack was back at kissing your skin and you were back at whining.
“I’ll give you something to keep you occupied, baby, don’t worry.”
With that, Robby undid his zipper, quickly guiding you to lie down and taking his cock out of his pants.
He pulled your head on his lap, giving his dick a quick squeeze.
“Open up.”
In a second, you found yourself sucking his big tip into your mouth.
“That’s it, baby, that’s it.” Robby inhaled sharply, moving your hair out of the way.
You wanted to do a good job, but the moment you felt Abbot’s lips on your mound, the task kind of fell into the background.
You looked, as much as you could, down at Jack, as he finally gave you what you wanted.
In seconds, all that teasing was forgotten. The man was starving.
His tongue delved into your slick pussy like he’d been waiting his whole life for it. He was licking and kissing and sucking everything he could find, and you were already over the moon.
“Fuck- you taste amazing,” Abbot groaned.
You moaned around Robbys cock, as Jack’s lips began focusing on your clit, stretching it and sucking it into his mouth enough to drive you crazy, just to stop and focus everywhere else.
The room filled with the sound of his feasting and your pathetic attempt at giving Robby head.
Abbot’s nose was deep inside your core as his tongue delved into your hole, eating you out from within and making you see stars.
Your back arched from the bed, but his strong hands quickly pulled you back down.
His biceps were bulging against his shirt, and his eyes were laser-focused on you, watching every single proof of his good job cross your face.
“Jack’s making you feel good?”
You nodded desperately, looking up at Robby, one of your hands gripping his forearm as his friend made out with your pussy.
“Yeah? So much so, you forgot how to suck my cock?”
Those words sent a wave of something desperate through you as you immidiately began trying to bob your head and suck more of him into your mouth.
You looked up at him with apology, trying to please him as much as you could in the position you were in.
“Have mercy on her, Robby,” Jack spoke against your core, shooting delicious vibrations through your body. “Who knows when’s the last time someone ate her out this is good,” he smirked, shooting you a wink. “Ain’t that right, sweetheart?”
Heat invaded your face as you pretended not to hear, all the while not being able to silence your moans.
He really was spectacular at it.
It’s not like Dr. Robby didn’t eat you out, it’s just that it was different... Robby was quick, aggressive; he was a taker. He made you come as if you owed it to him- while Abbot... he was taking his time tasting all of you, showing love to every inch of you, and just simply... giving.
You were making a mess, you were drenched and slick all over, and you could see your juices all over Jack’s face, but he simply kept going, groaning into you in pleasure as he dined.
“Mmmph-” You hummed around Robby’s cock once Jack finally started focusing on your clit again, your free hand moving to grasp his silver locks.
He watched you like a hawk, gripping your thighs as he quite simply decided to put an end to this torture and make you come.
Which he did- in an embarrassing short amount of time, you found yourself crying out like a madwoman as a tsunami of pleasure washed over you.
You regained consciousness as Jack’s lips found your stomach, starting a trail that led him all the way to your mouth.
Robby had taken his cock out of your mouth somewhere in the meantime.
Abbot kissed you softly, letting you taste yourself as your hands cradled his face, palm against his humid stubble.
“You did real good, sweetheart.”
“Thank you,” you mumbled, eyes half-lidded as you tried to calm your breathing.
He smiled, kissing you once more before leaning away and off of you until he was standing up.
It was then that you noticed Michael was already undressing, and renewed heat pooled in your belly as both men stood shirtless in front of you.
“I wanna look at her,” Jack spoke to his friend as he got rid of his pants.
Robby looked at him for a moment as he did the same, appearing almost annoyed with the request.
“Fine. As long as you don’t come inside her.”
At that, Abbot’s lips pulled into a grin and he shook his head, looking at you as he muttered, “So possessive.”
You wanted to smile, but then Jack took off his underwear, and all thoughts left your head.
Your mouth hung slightly open as you blatantly admired him. His pecs, his strong, broad chest, the V-shape pointing downwards to his big, huge cock...
“You can handle it, sweetheart,” he winked, slowly stepping towards you.
Without so much as a warning, he pulled you closer to the edge of the bed, your feet planted on the mattress and legs spread for him.
He wasn’t much bigger than Robby; he was just girthier.
You glanced at Michael, swallowing dryly.
He was still wearing underwear as he watched the scene unfold.
He hadn’t realized how much he’d missed this.
“You’re gonna be good for Jack, baby?”
You nodded mindlessly, whining softly as Abbot gripped his dick and slid it against your slick folds.
“I’m sure you will, sugar,” he smiled, leaning down to kiss you quickly. “You’ll have to forgive me if I can’t fuck you missionary, it’s kind of hard with my leg,” he murmured against your mouth.
He was saying it mostly for himself. It was at times like this that he hated what had happened to him- getting robbed of normalcy, not being able to do what so many took for granted. Not being able to kiss the woman he was fucking, just because of his fucking prosthetic, angered him much more than it should have.
Your eyes panned down to his right leg, nodding slowly “It’s ok,” you murmured.
With that, he kissed you once more before standing upright again.
With how wet he’d made you, he managed to slip into you with ease... or the first inch at least.
Your back arched from the bed as he retracted his hips and thrust into you, repeating the routine over and over again until he was finally fully seated inside of you.
You cried out his name as you fisted the sheets under you, your legs wrapping around his waist as he gripped the outside of your legs.
“Fuck me,” he groaned, stopping for a moment to regain some sort of control. “So tight for me, sweetheart.”
You could only moan in response, the feeling of being so full rendering you a putty mess.
“Please,” you murmured, your hips trying to move to gain friction, “Please, Dr. Abbot.”
“You want me to move?” he taunted.
You nodded feverishly, eyes shut as your heart beat like crazy in your chest.
Yes, please.
“Look at me,” he ordered, watching you comply in a second, “Like that, good girl.”
Your eyes met his, and just like that- he started fucking you.
Your breath got stuck in your throat as his dick began plunging into you over and over again, balls slapping against your ass as you felt him reach parts so deep inside of you that had you curling your toes.
You were whimpering with every thrust, your pussy barely able to stretch around all of him.
“So pretty,” Jack grumbled as he started going harder, faster, shutting your brain down altougether.
You were so lost in Abbot’s gaze that you didn’t notice Robby walking to the end of the bed, right where your head lay.
He was fisting his cock slowly, watching you take his friend’s dick like a champ, until he couldn’t simply look anymore.
Without speaking a single word, he turned your head towards him, guiding your mouth to open with a thumb to your bottom lip.
“R-robby,” you cried out, pupils filled with ecstasy as they almost rolled to the back of your head.
Abbot was making you feel that good.
“I know, baby, I know,” he cooed, impatiently guiding his cock into your mouth.
This time, you didn't even try to suck it. You were too far gone.
Thankfully, however, he took pity on you and simply started using your mouth as he would with your pussy.
The feeling of both of them inside you... both of them using you however they pleased made you feel on top of the world.
You were hot all over, drooling around Michael’s shaft while soaking Jack’s.
Both men were groaning in pleasure, a choir of sounds that made you feel close to the edge even faster.
“Doing so good for us, baby,” Michael groaned, looking down at you almost proudly as he abused your throat.
You were gagging, tears welling in your eyes as your right hand went to grip his waist, needing something to keep you grounded- keep you sane.
“Jack’s making you feel good?”
“Mh-mh,” you nodded as best as you could, glancing at the man furiously fucking you.
“Yeah, I am,” He growled, his movements frantic, desperate, “I can feel you squeezing me, sugar.”
You could feel every ridge and vein of his dick against your velvety walls, claiming every inch of you as if he wanted to leave an invisible mark.
“Taking me so good, sweetheart,” he murmured, “So deep.”
You could only moan in response, involuntarily squeezing him tighter and eliciting a deep rumble from his chest.
“Let me hear her.”
Michael hesitated a second before complying, pulling himself out of your mouth.
Immidiately, you were moaning like crazy into the thick air, your eyes on Jack’s.
He was gonna remember those sounds for the rest of his life.
“Fuck” he grumbled as you whimpered for him, “You’re gonna come for me?”
“Y-yes,” you couldn’t help but mumble the truth, “Please Dr. A-Abbott- please.”
“Jack, sweetheart,” he smiled, “Call me Jack when I’m fucking you.”
You nodded, biting your lip.
“Oh!” you squeaked as Michael’s hand materialized on your clit. “O-Oh my god- Jack- I-I-”
“I know sugar, come for me,” he breathed, “come around my cock like a good girl.”
You glanced at Robby, and when he nodded in encouragement, you couldn’t help but let go.
The tension in your belly exploded with the force of a volcano as your orgasm took over your body.
You writhed and moaned and cried, eyes shut in pleasure, until you could finally remember where you were again.
Jack was still slowly thrusting into you, letting you ride out your high, but the movements were very quickly turning overstimulating.
You could only whine, opening your eyes up again as you tried to scoot away from him.
“Too much?”
“Y-yes,” you nodded, biting your lip.
He smirked, eyes falling to where you were still swallowing him up. “I’d love to get another one out of you, but I think someone’s getting impatient.”
Your eyes panned to the man next to him, eyes dark and cock angry... yes, he indeed seemed impatient.
You gave Jack a lopsided smile, already feeling fucked out of your mind, and he finally pulled out of you.
It was a miracle he’d managed not to bust inside you.
“Get on your hands and knees, baby.”
You felt weak as you obeyed Michael’s command. Your legs were barely holding your weight as you got into position, but it was when you felt Robby climb onto the bed and slide his dick against your folds, when Jack came into view, standing before you, his cock right in line with your face- that you gulped.
You had no clue how you were gonna survive this.
“I-I,” you stuttered nervously, looking at Robinavitch behind you.
He only shushed you as his palm stroked your ass, and he started guiding himself into your core.
“Shh, baby,” he cooed, “You can do it- I know you can... now be good and suck Jack’s cock while I fuck you, yeah?”
You swallowed the sand in your throat, trying to stifle your moans as he filled you up.
“You want to be a good girl for me, right, baby? For us?”
Finally, you nodded. Of course you did.
You looked back at Abbot as Michael seated himself completely inside of you.
You cried out, your body and consequently your face sliding forward with the thrust, making your lips come in contact with Jack’s tip.
Having it right in front of you like this made a completely different effect. Trimmed gray hair adorned his base, and his cock looked even bigger up close.
You eyed his member worriedly before looking up at him.
He smiled at the look in your eyes, his hand shifting to move some hair away from your face, his thumb lingering on your cheek to caress your skin.
“It’s alright, sweetheart,” he soothed you, gently guiding his dick into your mouth.
His head fell back, hissing under his breath as you instinctively hollowed your cheeks.
“Jesus,” he groaned, his hand going to fist your hair in a makeshift bun as you began working him into your mouth, all the while looking up at him like a literal angel.
Michael needed to speed things up because he was already much too close to the edge.
Thankfully, it was like the other man heard him and did exactly that.
Robby’s pace quickened and hardened at the same time. His thrusts turning brutal, scathing, and leaving you a complete mess.
You could feel him everywhere, every single cell in your body was being overriden by how good he was making you feel.
He was fucking you like he always did. He claimed you, fingers buried into your skin enough to bruise, and cock so deep inside of you, you’d feel like something was missing the moment he pulled out.
Actual tears dampened your cheeks as his pace forced you to gag around Jack’s cock.
“Good girl,” Michael groaned, landing a quick slap on your ass, “take it, like that- good.”
“Doing so good, sweetheart,” Abbot breathed from above you, knuckles white with the effort not to come in your mouth much earlier than he wanted to.
You were moaning around him, nothing but a doll at their mercy as your body moved however they wanted.
You weren’t in control anymore- not that you ever were- but now you felt truly so out of it you almost wondered if you’d already fallen asleep and this was just a hot, lucid dream.
As spent as you felt, however, a burning, familiar feeling started coiling low in your belly.
Michael’s hand reached your tits, his fingers toying with your nipples, before suddenly pinching your right one, and that feeling only heightened.
Your walls were strangling Robby’s cock as you struggled to keep your eyes open.
“Fuck, baby,” he groaned, “Fuck- that’s it.”
His fingers found your bundle of nerves, and it was like the pearly gates of heaven opened up for you.
Your muffled cries sounded through the room as, once again, you reached your peak.
“Good girl— come for me.”
Jack didn’t even try to hold it anymore and came with a loud grunt, forcing himself as deep as he could down your throat and painting it all white.
“I’m gonna fill you up now-” Robby was hissing, his thrusts turning sloppy as he got closer and closer “Gonna give it all to you, baby— all of it.”
And that’s exactly what he did. He filled you up with a growl, flushing his pevis with your ass in one brutal final thrust.
Your legs trembled as you dropped onto the bed, eyes closed and breathing erratic.
Both men were staring at you, at the come leaking out of your core, at the mess that had become of your hair, at the flush on your cheeks... and they couldn’t help but chuckle.
“Fuck, man,” Robby shook his head, still out of breath.
“Told you it’d be worth it.” Jack grinned, patting the man’s back.
Summary: You're houses newest fling, but something is causing alarm bells to go off in your perception 10 head
Cw: smut, cuckchair House, mmf threesome, oral (fem reciving), fingering, voyeurism, a bit of exhibitionism, creampie, cumshot (on stomach), house ordering his decoy around, overstimulation, mating press, pantie sniffing
Note: to avoid confusion, the real House is mostly referred to as Mr House/House, while decoy house is referred to as Robert.
It was another usually night for you.
Another high-end Michelin star restaurant with amazing food prepared by another famous chief. Bodyguard sitting stealthily at a nearby table as other customers try not to make it obvious that they are gossiping about you and your date. Robert House.
As a signer, you've dated plenty of rich and influential men, but none as rich and influential as the one sitting beside you right now. He wore his usual fine tailored suite, with his hair neatly gelled, and mustache oiled and combed.
You two sit in the corner booth, far to big for just the two of you, but billionairs have a tendency to get what they want. Plus he insists a corner seat is necessary for safety, something about being able to see the whole restaurant. You don't argue.
It's been three months since you two have officially started seeing each other in public, and since then you, and your music, has been receiving a lot of attention. Which was to be expected, it's a part of these kind of arrangements. Though you and Robert never sat down and discussed this arrangement of yours, it's more of an unspoken thing. He gets to have a pretty thing on his arm to showoff, and some good publicity, and you get money, gifts, fame, and plenty more show bookings. It's a win-win.
But there was something... off about House. Or more so there was a lack of offneess?
In all your years dating rich and powerful men, you have come to learn one thing... they are all total weirdos. At some point when dating a man of this status, there comes the point where the shoe drops and the facade falls. Whether it's some Hollywood director confessing his pregnancy race play fetish, or some CEO who likes to wear a diaper 24/7 "just incase", you come to accept that it's just a part of dating these guys.
Would you like to date a normal person? Yes, but alas the music industry is brutal and the economy even more so, so why not schmooze up to the wealthiest guy in America and put a few million in the bank while at it.
But with Robert, that hasn't happened yet, which is suspicious...
The sex is so far very vanilla, no weird hobbies to know about (yet), sure he's a but paranoid about safety, but that is to be expected of someone of his status. But there was something that was just... off about this guy.
"How are you finding your gnocchi?" Robers voice shakes you from your thoughts.
"Mh, it's delicious, thank you. You were right about me enjoying the sauce, I've never tried it before"
His eyes crinkle in a smile "I told you I know these things, I know everything" he says while pointing his fork at you jokingly.
You couldn't help but giggle at his ego, so sure of himself, but you'll give him credit when credit is due, the gnocchi is splendid.
"You know everything?"
"Yes"
"...what happens after we die?" There is a beat of silence, before Robert gives a face that says 'really?'
But then it happens. Just barley noticeable, but it's happened enough for it to become noticeable these past few months. His face changes, a quick look to the lower right, a swallow, slight straightening of his posture.
"You rot" he states solemnly, almost like he didn't want to tell you.
"You rot" you repeat back to him quietly.
~~~
About an hour later you find yourself in the elevator going up to the penthouse. Since desert Robert has been giving you that look, the one that says he wants to eat you alive, and he delivers. He's been kissing and sucking a spot on your neck since he hit the button for your floor.
When the elevator dings, he effortlessly spins you around and walks you backwards into the penthouse and lifts you onto the counter. He brings your mouths together in a searing kiss, one hand on the back of your head as the other caresses it's way up your leg. You get lost in the feeling of you dress dragging and inching up your body when you hear it.
That tiny sound that has been bugging you.
It's like when you hear a fly or mosquito but can find it. You always figured it was some machine he had running, but it's so inconsistent.
You tilt your head back to give Robert more room and he quickly takes the hint, kissing down your neck, to your clavicle and you can still hear it, mocking you, as if it's right under your nose.
You look down at the feeling of hand moving up your body as Robert cups your breast's and pushes them together so he can shove his face in your chest. "God your tit's are fantastic... so soft" he confesses into your skin. He stops his praise of your body to wrap his arms around you and start working at your dress. You take the opportunity to kiss along his jaw, making your way to his neck and kissing the spot behind his ear when you hear it again, now clearer then ever. A murmur, like someone talking behind a thick wooden door.
You pull back slightly and that's when you see it. Barley there, deep in Robert's ear is a small skin colored device. Your dress falls from your shoulders and you are suddenly being pulled to stand in a pool of your clothing, wearing just your underthings.
Robert takes a step back from you, gently letting your hand fall from his as he gets a proper look at you and let's out a deep sigh.
"Look at you" he states breathlessly, admiring you as he walks backwards to his chair before sitting down and getting comfortable. "Now" he readjusts how he is sitting before curling his finger at you in a come hither motion
"Come here and show me what's mine" he finishes in a deep voice.
"Okay..." You weight out your options for a moment before slowly making your way towards Robert "...but only..." You trave a single finely manicured nail along the arm of the chair as you sit on his lap and lean into the ear where you saw the device "...if I get to meet whoever in here" you emphasize your point by tapping your finger to the spot right before his ear,
Again that sound starts, and while you have no idea what is being said you now know for sure that it is indeed talking coming into the earpiece with how the volume tone and pitch change.
Robert freezes, looks to the lower right, swallows and readjusts his posture before talking.
"...um, I don't know wha-" "oh please" You interrupt, standing from your spot on his lap and placing your hands on your hips.
"There has been something off about you since we met, and I'm not talking about the warlord and robot stuff"
House opends his mouth to defend himself "and I know about your little earpiece thing so dont bother" you state causing Robert to quickly close his mouth. And for the first time Robert look completely lost for words. A few sounds come from him as he tries to think of an excuses, but for once his earpiece was completely silent. Was he really supposed to get himself out of this one?
But then, a slow clap is hear from the opposite corner.
"Bravo, Miss l/n..." spoke a posh transatlantic accent.
They both turn to the new body in the room as the clapping stops. "I'll admit I'm impressed, no one before you has been able to see through our little charad. You must be quite perceptive"
You stand there for a moment, still in your underwear, as this new man talks. You then take a moment to look between the two before a smirk fell on your face. "You've got to be kidding me," you look towards Robert, the one you were just kissing, " you're a fucking body double?" You say in disbelief. He has the decency to confirm your theory and look away in guilt, while the real Robert House continues.
"Yes, I know this must be very confusing and shocking to you-"
"Have you been watching and listening to us having sex all this time?" Mr House quickly stiffens and shuts his mouth, a look of shame quickly crosses his features, and suddenly it's the real House's turn to be stuttering his words.
"Uhh-well... when you put it like that it sounds..." his words trail off as he attempts to escape the sentence.
"Perverted and an infringement on my privacy?" You finish for him.
A snort is heard in the other direction, and both you and the real Mr House look towards the decoy, who quickly straightens and lowers his gaze upon you two glaring at him.
"What you need to understand it that I am a very sought after man, and there are many out there who would be more than happy to watch me die" he states after collecting himself.
"I understand that just fine, what I don't understand is why you would need your decoy to fuck people for you"
"a necessary part of the fa-" "is it a fetish thing?" You interrupt.
"Excuse me?!" House states in an offended tone. You turn to the decoy. "It's a fetish thing isn't it? Like a cuck chair thing?" You ask.
At this point Mr House was flabbergasted and the decoy was having some troubles hiding the smirk on his face. While House sputters and trys to talk his way out of this situation, you and the decoy have a silent conversation that seems to come to a conclusion...
You take a quick look around the room while sauntering your way towards the decoy who still sits in the chair, and find what you are looking for, a camera.
You nod towards it "is that how you watch us?"
You sit on the armrest and gently card you fingers through the decoys hair.
"Sitting away in your hight tower, watching us fuck on your monitors? Instructing him?"
The decoy, you should really ask for his name, wraps his arm around your waist and brings you closer to his body. He grabs the hand that was playing with his hair and brings your knuckles to his lips.
You let out an exaggerated sigh as he starts kissing his way up your arm. You look over to House to find him still standing in the same spot, frozen, staring at the scene before him, fists white with how he squeezes them as he decides his next move. For a second you wonder if this is his first time in the same room where the sex is happening. You lean your head back and the decoy takes the invitation and starts kissing your neck again.
"Would you like a closer view this time Mr House?" You ask in a sultry whisper before closing your eyes to relish in the feeling of lips on your neck. The decoy takes this opportunity to pull you fully onto his lap, with your legs across his lap. One hand firmly squeezes you thigh as the other holds the back of you head. A happy sound escapes you.
"And what should I call you now?" You ask the decoy, but before he could answer you, House interrupts.
"Robert" you both look in his direction to see him now sitting down on the couch, in the corner furthest away from you two.
You smirk and look down towards 'Robert' who smirks back and gives you an eyerole that says 'what are you gonna do?' And you can't stop the giggle from escaping you. Robert gives you a genuine smile back before kissing you again, this time more forceful and desperate than the last.
As he deepens the kiss, his other hand slowly slides up towards your crotch before his hand cups you over your underwear. He grinds his palm against your underwear, slowly creating that friction that you crave, as the hand on the back of your head lowers you your back to find your bra. He skillfully unhooks your bra, leaning back slightly to let you take it off fully. You let out a sigh at finally being out of the uncomfortable garment, your nipples harden at being exposed to the air.
You return back to making out with Robert and quickly make work at his tie, loosening it before going to work at the buttons of his crisp dress shirt. "Put her on the table" your hear from the corner, to which you are quickly and effortlessly pick up by Robert and brought to the coffee table that sits infront of the couch he sits at. He lays you down and your back arches at the contact with the cool surface. Robert takes this moment to latch his mouth unto your breast, causing you to let out a sound in surprise.
From this position, you can see Mr House sitting on the couch watching you from your peripheral vision. He sits with one leg crossed over the other, a cigarette now balancing between his fingers as he watches you with desire pooling in his eyes. Robert switches to your other breast's and both your hands find his hair as you enjoy him toying with you. Robert starts to make his way downwards when House speaks up again.
"Take off your clothes" he demands.
Robert quickly obeys, removing himself from your body to stand up straight and discard his suit jacket. He finishes undoing the last few botton that you left and pushes his dress shirt from his shoulders and let's it fall to the floor as well. He stands for a moment in his white undershirt, and you take a moment to admire his toned arms and how nice his chest looks, before he's kneeling down onto the table with you. He kneels between your legs and wraps them around his waist, pulling your still clothed crotches together and gives you another deep kiss before pulling away once more to take off the wifebeater, revealing his hard and toned body. You guess with being the face of Mr House means he has to keep up with his appearances, not that you are complaining.
You two spent a few moment dryhumping against eachother and making out. Your tongues battling each other as you both grind your centers together. To your side you hear a shakey breath, and peak your eyes open to get a view of Mr House watching. His face is now red and his clothes in disarray compared to how he was a few moments ago, blazer unbuttoned and tie undone. He readjusts how he is sitting and for a moment you catch a glimpse of the tent in his pants, though he has yet to touch himself.
In your moment of distraction, Robert starts his journey down your stomach again, leaving a trail of open mouth kisses in his wake while crawling off the table to get a better view. He settles himself once he is kneeling between you with your legs on his shoulders, buries his face into your underwear, and takes a deep inhale of your scent.
"Fuck, you smell good" He states lustfully and takes a moment to make eye contact with you as his fingers grip the sides of you underwear. You give a brief nod to him and for a second his eyes look to behind you, where House is, then he returns his eyes to your center as he finally lowers your underwear.
He makes a show of it, dragging your underwear down agonizingly slow, kissing up and down your thighs, before finally taking them off and throwing them towards House. You hear what you figure to be House catching said underwear, followed by another deep inhale and sigh that causes a smile to break out on your face. You bite your lip and let out a moan as you feel Robert spread you open with his thumbs tracing your outer folds
"fuckin perfect" he mumbles in a gravely voice before diving in.
His mouth moves with great skill, switching between fucking you with his tongue and circling your clit. You both let out a moan in unison and you reach down to grab his hair, grounding yourself in the pleasure he gives you, your other hand reaches up above your head with a tight grip on the tables edge. Robert mouth latches onto your clit and starts sucking as one of his fingers starts to trace your hole before sliding it in easily with how wet you are. He reaches a hand up to stimulate your nipple and it's almost too much.
You throw your head back in pleasure and instantly make eye contact with House. He is leaning back now, face buried in your panties and his knuckles grip them tightly. His eyes are lidded and heavy with arousal as he looks down upon you two, his other hand cups and thumbs at his election through his pants. He seems to be in a trance, staring at you and how you body reacts to each stimulant. You feel yourself coming closer to the edge and your grip tightens in Robert's hair to alert him, but it seems to just encourage him further as he groans deep into your centre, the vibrations adding to your pleasure. Your thighs tighten around his head as you reach your peak, but before you could get there.
"That's enough now" House says in a deceivingly controlled voice.
You whine as Robert detached himself from you with a groan, the wet sounds of your cunt is loud.
"Give me a good view while you fuck her" he demands.
Robert enters you line of sight as he encages you on the table and gives you another deep kiss, giving you a taste of yourself. He then picks you up and brings you to the other end of the couch House is sitting on. He manhandles your body until you are sitting on his lap, back to his chest, head leaning on his shoulder as his chin rests on yours. He shoves his legs between yours and forces them to spread open, giving House the perfect view of your cunt.
You can feel Robert's bulg against your backside as he starts playing with your body. His hands grope and caress you all over causing you the squirm in his lap. He puts the palms of his hands on both your tit's and squeezes them together, watching them move before tracing your nipples with his fingers. He kisses your shoulder and looks up at Mr House to see how he is enjoying the show.
And enjoying the show he was, he always got a thrill out of how well his double listens to him, especially in scenarios such as these. The loyalty and obedience alone is enough to get him a little hard, but being here, in the room, as opposed to watching from the safety of his locked office, he is finding it all the more thrilling. The cameras could never do justice to such a scene, the security cameras don't pickup the color of blush on your cheeks, or the way your breath shakes in pleasure, or the way your cunt quivers with anticipation. The camera also can't capture the feeling of someone looking at you, actually looking at you, while receiving or giving pleasure to another. It was invigorating for House.
"I wanna see her cum on your fingers, then you can fuck her" his eyes are dark with lust.
Robert groans at the thought of finally being able to fuck you and slides two fingers into you as another circling your sensitive clit. You turn your face in embaressment at the wet sounds you are making and moan Robert's name causing him to echo yours back. He turns your face towards him and gives you a sloppy open mouth kiss that turns into you both moaning into each other's mouths as pleasure builds once again. Your voice starts to raise in pitch as you feel yourself getting closer and closer.
"Almost" you moan out desperately.
"Look at me" House says "make her look at me when she cums"
Robert let's out a chuckle, almost too happy to comply to the order, and tilts your face so you are looking at Mr House. Robert kisses and mouths the side of your face while holding you to maintain eye contact, fingers working expertly to bring you to your peak, three fingers in you while his thumb works at your clit. The eye contact fills you with a sence of shame, the kind that makes you cunt tighten and brings you over the edge. Your leg shake and back arches as you finally have your release, you try to throw your head back in a moan but Robert's tight grip keeps you maintaining eyecontact through your whole release.
As you come down from you high, Robert releases his grip on your face and kisses where he once touched, you shut your eyes for a moment when you feel a hand, a different hand, between your legs. You flinch on instinct, eyes snapping open and legs trying to close at the surprise. But your legs remain open due to Robert's hold on you. Upon your eyes snapping open you see Mr House, now kneeling on the couch between your legs, his hand now feeling your centre in all it's wetness and warmth.
"Shhh" House attempts to settle you and one of Robert's hands goes to petting your hair and kissing your hairline.
House looks at your centre like an machine he can't wait to take apart and figure out how it works. He spreads you open with his fingers and let's out a sigh at how warms and tight you feel. His eyes go from you cunt to your face to your cunt again as he tries to gage your reactions to his touch. His finger starts to circle around your already sensitive clit, causing a loud moan to escape you as your body tries to move away from the stimulation. A smirk falls onto House face upon your reaction and he brings his fingers to his mout to give them a taste
"Mmhh" House moans in pleasure "perfect indeed" before looking to Robert once more and giving him a nod.
This nod seems to have been the only thing stopping Robert from fucking you because the second it happened he started unbuckling his belt and pulling his cock free. For a moment he stand up and leaves you on the couch to watch him get fully undressed with House. He pushed his pants and underwear to the ground in one quick motion. He takes a moment longer to take off his shoes and socks and you take this moment to repay House the favor.
Your hand quickly finds where his cock is sitting in his pants and starts rubbing him over his clothes. He tenses up at first, and when his eyes meet yours they almost looked shocked that you would be touching him. He relaxes into the touch and let's out a groan, giving you the confidence to lean forward and kiss his open mouth. When you pull away he looks dumb with shock, which causes you to giggle.
You feel the couch dip behind you and return to your position on Robert's lap, kissing him as he runs his cock through your folds. Robert leans back a bit a pulls you up his chest to give him a better angle, his cock standing tall at the space between your legs before he grips the base to line it up with your hole. A deep, guttural groan escapes him as he sinks into you. You both stay still for a moment, getting used to the feeling of being filled, when you hear House undoing his belt. Robert seems to take this as a sign, as he begins to move inside of you. His thrusts are strong and consistent, almost like a machine fulfilling it's task as he fucks up into you, causing your tit's to bounce as well. You look down at the spot where you two meet and watch hypnotically as he pistons in and out of you, you both moaning in pleasure as you try to finish again. Your gaze lifts up toward House and his hand that he has fisting away in his pants. You bit you lip and whine while giving House your best puppy dog eyes, hoping he will let you see his cock, causing him to smirk.
"A desperate little thing aren't you?" He comment, out of breath from how close to the edge he feels.
"Do you enjoy being watch? Don't try to deny it, pretty things like you deserve to be observed and appreciated. You probably even got wet when you found out I was watching you" a desperate moan escapes you.
Houses watchful eye and praise as Robert pounds into you mercilessly and plays with your clit, its almost too much for you.
"Do you want to see my cock?" House asks, grabbing your chin so you are forced to look at him.
Your head is already nodding yes before you even realize it. His hand in his pants speeds up to match the pace of Robert fucking you, a wet spot at the front of his crotch now obvious from all the precum leaking out. Robert readjusts your position a little and starts hitting the spot inside of you that has you seeing stars.
"Oh fuck robbie" you moan out in a horse voice, encouraging him to hit that spot over and over again. You feel your stomach tighten and your toes start curling uncontrollably as you reach your second peak of the night. All you can hear are the moans from you three and the wet sound of skin slapping skin. Its then when you are right on the edge, House moves even closer to you two and finally frees his cock from his pants, triggering your orgasam. You feel Robert still pumping into you, chasing his finish as House finishes, letting out a long groan as his cum covers your lower stomach. A few pumps layer a Robert finishes closely behind, stuffing you full with his cum.
The room is quiet now except the ringing in your ears and the sounds of you all trying to catch your breath. Robert slowly pulls out of you and kisses your forehead, readjusting you to a more comfortable position and rubbing your legs to soothe them. You let out a relaxed sigh before breaking the silence.
"So..."
Mr House looks at you, still disheveled from your previous activities, and looking quite awkward.
"Would you say the view is better in here or you office?"
He smirks back regardless of the fact that his face is still red from jacking himself off, his eyes scans down your body, his fingers twitch in his lap.
Then his eyes zero in on Robert
"Fuck her again" he says calmly, a shiver of shock and arousal runs down your back at his words, and you can already feel Robert begin to move.
"Wh-" "I want her folded in half" he states nonchalantly, standing from the couch sitting on the coffee table next to you.
Robert has you laying on the couch now, with himself between your legs now, as he adjusts your legs around his waist before bringing your legs up to rest on his shoulders. Your eyes meet his, and shock still must be evident on your face because Robert's eyebrows crease in what looks like concern.
"It's okay sweetheart, I got you, not like we haven't done this one before" he offers you a comforting smile which you return, his hands caress your legs. You feel him rocking his half hard dick against your folds and offer him some help, reaching a hand down to stroke him to hardness. He sucks a breath between his teeth then groans from the feeling, and leans down to kiss you in thanks.
This, subsequently, led to him indeed folding you in half.
Your thighs burn in pain slightly at the sudden stretch, but the pain is quickly overrided by overstimulating pleasure as Robert rubs to tip of his cock against your clit. You remove you hand now that he is fully hard, and he slides his cock upwards, into the mess House left on your stomach before sliding himself into you. All three of you groan at the action.
"Good boy" House whispers, causing Robert to let out a sound somewhere between a groan and a whine and start pounding into you hard. You whine and moan as his cock reaches deeper into you from this position, walls squeezing his cock in overstimulation.
"F-fuck, oh god-fu k Robert!" You moan out.
"Yeah... you take it- so good" He groans out between thrusts.
Suddenly you feel another hand on your body and open your eyes to find House leaning in close and bringing his hand down to your mound. His hand reaches down between your bodies, his eyes watching you as he plays with your clit. Your eyes roll into the back of your head as you moan out in ecstasy, cumming for the third time that night. Your legs shake from the stress and Robert mercifully lowers your legs so your knees are hooked over his arms, and cums quickly after you. He moans out as well, burying his face into the crook of your neck.
Your both panting, and you feel House remove his hand from between you two, followed by some rustling. Then suddenly he's standing over you, hair and upper body as tidy as when he entered the room. A fond smile reaches his face as he looks down at you.
"Definitely the view in here"
~~~~~~
Sorry I didn't upload this yesterday we got a crazy snowstorm and the wifi was trash. On the bright side I was able to all an entire third round because of it somit all worked out.
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