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Your relationship wasn’t always like this. You actually had a solid rapport while the pandemic was in full swing, but that all ended when Adamson died. After that switch flipped, there was no going back to civility. Robinavitch would ride you harder than any other resident to date. He was the reason you worked nights; honestly, a blessing in disguise. If it weren’t for him, you’d never have the opportunity to work and become friends with Parker and John, or be guided by Jack. Abbot would talk to you straight and was less outwardly emotional. You respected him, and in turn, he respected and supported you so that you could focus on the task at hand. Outside of a few coworkers, there was nothing left for you on the day shift. Even if Robinavitch was still technically in charge of you, you’d never change back to being under him again. Ever.

You had kept that promise to yourself. During the past week, you’ve stood your ground at every side-eyed glance and scrutinizing comments. To say your patience was running thin was an understatement. The only things that kept you going were sleeping in your own bed tonight and escaping back to your Robinavitch-free bubble. That was until you made it to the airport, bags in tow, your Uber gone, only to find out that all flights back east had been grounded because of a major storm in the Midwest. You immediately went on the defensive, trying to find rooms before any of the other conference goers could, while Robinavitch booked the earliest flights available. You knew pickings would be slim; it was a Friday night, and you were not the only flight grounded. Luckily, starting at the hotel farthest away paid off when you were able to snag two single-bed suites at the last second. You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding in when the confirmation email came through.

The car jerking to a stop pulled you back to the present. You and Robinavitch made quick work of unloading your bags and running into the lobby before you could get any more wet. The warmth of the lights and rising temperature was a welcome contrast to the weather outside. You and the desk worker shared a smile as you made your way over.

“Hello,” she greeted, “Checking in?”

You returned the greeting and gave her your last name for the reservation.

“Alright,” she said, focusing in on her computer, “You’re fortunate you got in, we are sold out for the night. Apparently, there was an issue at the airport.”

“Yeah, that’s actually where we’re coming from.” You said, shifting your backpack strap, you couldn’t wait to shower and be done with today.

“Lucky you,” she said, glancing over her screen. “Ah, here we are, your room is all set. Here are the keys, and the room number is written on the envelope. I hope you both have a great night.”

“Sorry, did you say room?” Robinavitch asked, speaking for the first time since you got to the hotel.

“Yes, is there an issue?” she asked.

“Um, yeah,” you nodded, grabbing your phone and pulling up the confirmation email, “It’s supposed to be two single bedrooms.”

“I am so sorry,” she said, after glancing at your email, “We’ve been having issues with our website listing the proper availability; it must have been strained with all the last-minute bookings. I will refund you for the second room immediately. Unfortunately, we are booked solid for the night, but I could have a cot brought up to your suite if that would help.”

You shared a glance with Robinavitch before looking back at the worker.

“We’ll take it with the cot, please.” You replied with a nod.

“Alright,” she said, relieved, “I’ll put in that call immediately, along with more linen and pillows. I hope you both enjoy what’s left of the night.”

“Thanks,” you said with a tight-lipped smile. You turned on your heels and made a beeline for the elevator; Robinavitch’s reflection in the metallic doors confirmed he was following you.

This was going to be the longest night of your life.

Luckily, the maintenance worker was just leaving as you both turned the corner to your room. You shared a smile and a nod as you swiped your keycard and entered the room. Thankfully, it was spacious enough that you wouldn’t be on top of each other. A sigh of relief escaped you as you slipped out of your shoes at the door and parked your suitcase next to the bathroom. If you weren’t going to be able to sleep in your own bed, you were sure as hell taking a long, hot shower. You did your best to ignore Robinavitch as you put your bag down on the bed and began to pull out your bathroom essentials.

“What do you think you’re doing?” his deep voice cut through the silent room, the door shutting behind him. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath to center yourself before turning towards him. Maybe, just for tonight, you could be civil.

“What does it look like I’m doing?” you asked with a quirked brow.

“It looks like you’re putting your things on my bed.” He answered simply, like he was talking down to you.

“Your bed?” you asked back, sass clear in your voice. Fuck diplomacy.

“Yes,” he answered back, like it was obvious.

“Why would you get the bed?” you asked back,

“You messed up the reservation, you get the cot while in my room.” He replied.

“I? You think I?” You take another deep breath. “You think that the glitch the front desk admitted was on their end is my fault?”

“You could have called instead of booking on your phone. Your generation’s fear of talking on the phone will never make sense to me,” he sighed, running a hand down his face.

“I’m not scared of making phone calls; all bookings are online nowadays. If you weren’t from the fucking Jurassic period, you’d know that.” You replied, voice rising at the end.

“Regardless, the hospital is paying for this room. I’m the head of the ED, and there’s no way I’m going to be able to sleep on that,” he pointed to the cot, matching your tone.

“I paid for the room.” You quipped, “The hospital isn’t paying for it until I’m reimbursed. You take the cot or find somewhere else to sleep tonight.” You replied, unconsciously taking a step towards him.

“Oh? It’s gonna be like that?” he asked, also stepping towards you.

“Yeah, it’s gonna be like that,” you snapped back,

“God, I haven’t missed your insubordination.” He seethed, “Always acting like a fucking brat.”

“I’m the brat?!” You kept moving forward, guided like magnets with opposite charges, “I’m not the one who nitpicks every single thing I do, I couldn’t breathe without you telling me I was doing it wrong.”

“Sorry if it was too hard for you to hack it! Sorry for the inconvenience of learning how to do things correctly! You’re a waste of potential!” he yelled in your face.

“Fuck You-” Your eyes widened as his lips interrupted your thought. Your body immediately returns the kiss, eyes shutting, before your brain can process what’s happening. A whine keened in your throat as he bit your lip, deepening the kiss. Lips moving violently against yours. You desperately fought to keep up. You moaned at the sensation of him slipping his tongue into your mouth, while he simultaneously threaded his fingers through your hair. His firm grip held you in place as you desperately clung to his wet rain jacket for some leverage. You’d never been manhandled like this; it’d be a lie to say you hated it. A lie your panties could easily disprove.

You gasped as you fell back against the bed. The hem of your skirt scrunched up to your upper thighs. Robby cursed under his breath as he took you in. From the reveal of your plush thighs to your messy hair and kiss-swollen lips, you were perfect. A thought his dress pants did little to hide.

“You just gonna stand there, Robinavitch?” you snarked.

“Oh, sweetheart, I would think very hard on how you want to play this.” He answered in a warning tone. His hand dwarfed the knot of his tie, one of his long fingers catching the gap to loosen it. “Drop the attitude, and I’ll happily take care of you.”

“And if I don’t?” you challenged.

“It’s going to be a very long night for you, honey.” He warned.

“Yeah, right,” you rolled your eyes, “you’re saying that like you have that in you.”

“Is that your decision then?” he clarified, fully undoing his tie.

“I mean, yeah, it’s not like you gave much of an opti-” You were interrupted by your own squeal as Robby’s hand wrapped around your wrist and tugged you up and to the side so that your feet were now pointing to the bottom of the bed. Before you could process what was going on, Robby was straddling your lower stomach, one of his hands engulfing your wrists while the other secured you to the headboard. Once he was satisfied, his fingertips skated down your now restrained arms, down to your face, before he gripped firmly on your chin, forcing you to make eye contact.

“What’s your safe word?” he prompted,

“C-code,” you just managed to get out, mind already starting to get fuzzy.

“Do you know the stoplight system?” he asked,

“Yes,” you replied.

“Good, what are they?” he asked, tone firm. You unconsciously rubbed your thighs together at the sound.

“I asked you a question,” he gruffed, leaning back on his lower legs to still your movement.

“Green, good. Yellow, slow down. Red stop immediately.” You recited off like he had just asked you a question during rounds.

“Good,” he nodded, “You will call me Sir, is that understood?”

“Yes,” you nodded, desperation shining through.

“Yes, what?” he asked

“Yes, Sir.” You corrected,

“Good,” he nodded. You tried not to preen, biting your bottom lip to contain a smile. Praise was such a rare commodity in your experience with Robby that it was hard not to react. Robby caught it, though, of course, he did. He ran the thumb of his hand cupping your face along your bottom lip, coaxing it free.

“Why don’t you make Sir nice and wet, while I get a good look at you?” he prompted, offering up his middle and ring finger. You quickly sucked them into your mouth as Robby shifted his weight off of you to his knees. His left hand was still cupping your face as he reached between his legs and hiked the skirt of your dress up to your waist.

“You are also not allowed to hide any of those noises, do you understand?” he asked.

“Yes, Sir.” You said, maintaining eye contact and nodding. A smirk formed on his face as he took in your urgency. He hadn’t done anything yet, and you were already desperate.

You couldn’t help but whine as he began to pump his fingers in and out of your mouth, starting slow as he tested the limits of your gag reflex. His gaze stayed locked on your half-lidded eyes, while he easily snapped the thin straps of your dress. Any complaint you had was muffled by his fingers pressing further into your throat. A gasp stayed stuck in your throat when he pulled down the top of your dress, freeing your chest.

“No, bra?” he asked, staring down at you with a smug grin, “Were you expecting this to happen? Or are you always ready to be a plaything?”

Your whines only increased as he began to speed up his thrust and the depth of his fingers.

“The way you're taking my finger is leaning towards slut, honey.” He teased, eyeing the wet patch in your white panties that only seemed to be darkening. Tears kissed your waterline as he eased his fingers out of your throat.

“Please,” you husked, voice rough from his onslaught.

“What was that?” he teased, easing down your body, face hovering above your clothed core.  

“Fuck,” you whined in frustration, “Go down on me, Sir. I need it, please, Sir!” you called out, not caring who heard.

“God,” he groaned, slipping your underwear down, “Fuck, if that isn’t the prettiest little cunt.”

You groan, face hot from his attention, with nowhere to hide.

Your embarrassment only grew as he spread your legs, making room for his broad shoulder. That in itself wasn’t too bad. No, it was unobstructed eye contact he made with you as he spat on your pussy that had you clenching around nothing. A smirk broke across his face as he began to thrust his fingers in, while his tongue focused on your clit. You were a mess of tears and moans as he held you still, eating you out at his own pace.

“Would have done this a hell of a lot sooner if I knew I’d shut you up like this,” he groaned.

“Fuck,” you moaned as he increased his pace and sucked on your clit while tracing it with the tip of his tongue.

“I’m gonna cum,” you whined, “Fuck, Sir, please,” you begged,

“Please, please, Pleasesirpleasesirplease,” you whimpered out.

“Go ahead, sweetheart,” he encouraged, peaking up at you. If it wasn’t his fingers or mouth getting you off, the sight of his wet beard definitely pushed you over the edge. You threw your head back and struggled against his tie as your orgasm shot through you.

“God, you’re so fucked out, and you haven’t even had my cock yet.” He said, teasingly.

“Please,” you whine, grinding up against him.

“I don’t know, do you think you can handle that, honey?” he asked, echoing your words from earlier.

“Mhm,” you hummed, blinking away your tears, “Please, Sir.”

“What’s your color?” He asked, unbuttoning his white button-down and throwing it to the side along with his undershirt.

“Green,” you said, bordering on a plea.

“Are you sure?” he asked, gazing down at you with a look you couldn’t place as he pulled his wallet out. Your gaze followed his hands as he pulled out a condom from it and tossed the wallet to the side.

“Please, I’m green, soooo green.” You replied, seconds away from begging.

“Alright,” he nodded, pressing up on his knees and unbuttoning his pants, pulling down his slacks and boxer briefs in one fluid motion. Your eyes widened at his size, sure you weren’t expecting him to be in the upper percentiles, but not like this.

“It’ll fit,” he reassured, tilting your chin up to force you to look him in the eye as he rolled the condom on. He pulled you in for a warm, unrushed kiss; the opposite of the energy you had begun with. You couldn’t help but whine as he stroked his head against your entrance. A gasp punched out of you as he finally began to push in. Robby pulled back and rested his forehead against yours.

“Fuck,” he moaned as he shallowly thrusted into you, while you could only whine in response, eyes sealed shut.

“Common kid, look at me,” he coaxed, cupping your face. You reluctantly cracked your eyes open and locked in on Robby’s eye staring back at you.

“That’s it, attagirl, you’re doing so well,” he grunted, pressing in further.

“Fuck,” you panted in response, panting.

“Almost there, God, you’re doing amazing,” he praised, reaching his hand between you and began to toy with your clit.

“Sir,” you sniffled, eyes watering from overstimulation, you’ve never been this full before.

“I know, baby, I know.” He pants, trying his hardest to hold back. You shared a deep breath as his pelvis lay flush against yours.

“God, that’s it, love, you took it all so well.” He groans into your ear before his lips skate down your neck, kissing your exposed skin. He stayed as still as possible as he began to tease your nipples to help give you time to adjust. You moan, tugging against your restraints.

“Sir,” you moaned, “please, I wanna touch you.”

You clench around him at the wet, “pop” sounds his lips made as he released your nipple, his other hand continuing to tease your other breast. In a move only he could do, he stayed stationed at your chest, while his arm easily reached up to untie your wrist. One of your hands cupped the back of his head, urging him back to your chest, while the other held on for leverage as you rolled your hips against him. He muffled a moan against your chest. He didn’t have to look up to see your desperation. Slowly, he began to build speed, pulling you back in for a passionate kiss. Your hands braised against his back as you pulled away.

“Please go fast,” you panted, “I can take it.”

“Are you sur-”

“Michael,” you cut him off, looking him straight in the eye, “I can take it.”

“Fuck,” he moaned, pulling you back in for a rushed kiss as he began to slam into you, the bangs of the headboard muffling your cries of ecstasy as you came around him, pushing him over the edge in the process. He half collapsed on top of you after fucking you through your orgasm. The sounds of someone banging on the other side of the wall, annoyed, pulled a laugh from both of you as you basked in your post-orgasmic glow.

While your relationship was now up in the air, you couldn’t be bothered with why he had been acting like he did or what broke him today.

No, it wasn’t the time for that.

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“Thats it—thatsitthatsit— gooooood fucking girl,” his grunt drawn out into a grating moan, chest heaving and blunt nails digging into the back of your scalp to keep you still- fighting overstimulation as he came, and came and came.

His throat bobbed as he swallowed hard, breath easing from a shallow pant to a heavy exhale, a determined nostril flare. His head ached heavy seeing you like this, eyes fucking glistening with adoration despite his selfish acts, hips jerking to a stuttering stop. Air punches through his lungs, lips cracked and parted as he lamentably pulls back, cock slipping from your lips, thick spend still dripping. A heavy thumb pushes down on your teeth to keep your jaw open wide, you behaving on impulse to present & show him your tongue, tip curling up to keep his taste to yourself.

His eyes flash in disbelief, darting over your features - as if to engrave you in this moment forever. Fuck - you’d really do anything for him, wouldn’t you?

Robby craned his head, neck cracking with a rough tilt of his head to the side, like he was working to shake out the filthy thoughts that clawed up his throat, lodging themselves in his jugular and begging to seep out through his teeth.

How pathetic. All it took was him giving in, seeing you one time on your knees for him. Was he really going to let that part of him win a war he had resigned to taking to the grave so long ago? His hand tightened on the nape of your neck.

A good man was still a man.

Robby clicked his teeth to get your attention, tongue darting out to wet his lips as he jerked his chin towards the floor below. His voice croaked in gentle desperation, failing to withhold the thrill that began to lick up his spine.

You can faintly hear him praise someone for the efforts in whatever award the ED received today - the basis on why everyone was crammed into this tiny Italian restaurant on a cloudy Tuesday evening - but you can’t fully process it as his scent overwhelms you, old leather and the faint wintergreen smell of his nicotine gum.

It looks completely normal. Totally innocent in the way he tries to maintain conversation with Shen six feet away at the adjacent end of the table. Wholly appropriate as you watch his throat bob up and down with a swig of beer, pink tongue running along the top row of his teeth behind closed lips.

Absolutely virtuous when he catches your eye, a toothy beared as he pats your thigh - giving a small squeeze of reassurance before letting go. His head dips low, a small “You okay?” made out amongst the roar of chatter and metal forks on porcelain.

“Yeah,” you croaked, sweaty palms wiping your thighs as if to chase his lingering, buzzing touch. “Just gotta pee.”

Robby’s brows furrowed as he leaned in further, eyes level now. He presses two fingers behind his ear, a signal that he didn’t hear. Embarrassment lay on you like a weight, ears and cheeks flushing red.

Why was this so fucking mortifying?

You cleared your throat, voice light and full of caution. “I said, I have to pee.” You followed with a nod and glance behind him, willing him to stand and let you past - begging to leave this gut churning, doomed conversation.

Robby leaned his head back, a heart laugh ripped from his throat.

“No.” He joked, grabbing the neck of his beer bottle between two thick fingers, lips pulled up in a cheeky side smirk, waiting for your regularly scheduled banter response.

But it never came.

He watched your eyes glaze over, lips parted in the middle, no sound escaping. He could hear the gears of your brain turning, looking for any witty response - any response at all. He abandoned his drink when he realized.

It was the clench of your jaw that confirmed it for him, before you tried to shake your head with a laugh that came way too late.

“Move, please.”

In under ten seconds flat, he had figured you out. He had cracked the code, entered your vault and pulled a dusty instruction manual off the shelf. He should be good. He should put the book back, wipe off the fingerprints he left and abandon ship before he was found. But fuck, the guy loved to read - and god did he want to keep reading you.

“Well,” he huffed, squinting at you with pupils that swallowed the ethical parts of him whole. “I don’t think so.”

Before you could argue with him, he waved a single digit, urging the waiter over and requesting your glass be refilled. You continued staring at him, cheeks hot as you watched him smile in thanks, gaze returning to yours with a challenge glistening in his eye. You could play dumb. You could swat his arm and demand he move, scream in disgust at his insinuations. You could simply ask him louder to move, grabbing the attention of otherwise. He would let you go scot-free - you know it, he knows it.

You grab the glass, taking a confident swallow.

Only then did he break eye contact, smiling down at the table as he won. He resettles himself, turned towards the table again, arm slung around the back of your seat. One long leg crosses over the over, letting his knee rest on your lap, pressing dangerously close to where your bladder lay. With a confident sigh, he bent to scratch the back of his neck, his lips brushing your ear in a soft whisper -

It had been about four months since your initial rendezvous with Dr. Jack Abbot, that first night he made it clear he had no intentions of letting you stray very far. He had put his number into your phone, and insisted that he take you out to dinner. 

Ever since then your life had been a bit of a whirlwind with him. Fancy dinner dates, nice dresses, expensive jewelry, the whole lot. Your friends liked to tease you about accidentally landing yourself the most doting sugar daddy in the world, but Jack was always persistent in letting you know that isn't the dynamic he was seeking.

Jack was absolutely enamored with you, a bit to his own surprise. He knew he was in trouble when he had woken up the morning after that first night, looking over at your sleeping figure and feeling his chest tighten. After you woke up and gave him a sleepy smile, he was done for. Though he hadn't been expecting it, his entire world now revolved around you.

At first, you were a bit reluctant about entering a full fledged relationship with a man twice your age. Sure fucking like animals was no big deal, but introducing your silver fox of a boyfriend to your college age friends felt a little ridiculous. But once you got past those initial doubts it was hard not to fall for a man like Jack Abbot. He was smart, funny, generous, and gave you the best dick of your life. It was almost too good to be true. 

Both of you were well aware of the age difference, it just wasn't something that ever really caused any issues between the two of you. Other people might have things to say, but any time Jack felt you starting to doubt yourself, him, or your relationship, he was more than happy to fuck you so silly that you forgot why you ever doubted him in the first place.

Tonight was shaping up to be one of those nights, where you found yourself turning to Jack a bit pathetically for reassurance that what the two of you had was real. He was hosting some of his colleagues for a celebratory dinner at his house, and it wasn't lost on you how your relationship might look to other people. Dr. Robby (he had asked you a million time to just call him Robby) was in attendance, as well as a few other professors from your University and some others. 

Thankfully, the dinner went along without anyone commenting about you or Jack, though you could always see people's surprise in their eyes no matter how much they tried to hide it. Everyone had long gone, and now it was just you and Jack in the kitchen and Robby who was helping clean up the dining room.

You were at the counter, drying plates off before they went in the cabinet, when a pair of strong arms wrapped around your waist as Jack pressed a hot kiss to your exposed neck.

"You did so good tonight," he murmured into your skin, "Such a pretty hostess." 

You giggled and tried to shove him off with your shoulder, but he tightened his grip. You gasped a bit as he moved his weight forward, pressing you into the edge of the countertop. One of his hands moved behind you and slid up your skirt to palm your ass greedily. Before you could tell him to quit it, he had you bent at the waist, skirt flipped up and panties at your knees. It happened so fast you barely had time to blink let alone inform him that Robby was still in the other room.

"You deserve a reward, princess." Jack mused, his fingers teasing your hole that was betraying your mortification by leaking in arousal. He hummed to himself and pressed two fingers in, making you bite down on your arm to stifle your moan.

"Jack," you warned, your head swiveling around to the archway that led to the dining room. Jack did not listen, his usual state when it came to your protests, and started pumping his fingers in and out of you recklessly. He shushed you and just told you to take it, and your whole body tensed when you saw Robby's figure round the corner.

"Jesus Christ, Jack." Robby laughed. Your skin was so hot with embarrassment that you feared you might start melting onto the tile beneath your feet. 

"Jack please, enough." you begged, turning your head away so you didn't have to look Robby in the eye as Jack pleasured you for him to see. 

"Sorry, brother." Jack laughed casually, "Had to reward my girl for how good she did." 

"Your house, your woman." Robby shrugged, and you let out a small choked sob of embarrassment at your predicament.

You and Jack had already had a few conversations about the possibility of a threesome with Robby, but you had expressed your one stipulation be that it happened after the semester came to a close. That way Robby wasn't technically your professor, so it felt a little more moral that way. Plus then you wouldn't have to walk into class and listen to him lecture after he'd been inside you.

At first, Robby didn't stare, he almost acted as if you weren't a shaking mess on Jack's fingers, but he also didn't leave. There was no oh sorry!, no hustle out of the room to spare you your humiliation. Against all odds, despite being absolutely mortified at Jack's callous treatment of your pussy in front of another man, you felt an orgasm building in your stomach. You cursed Jack under your breath, hating the fact that he knew your body so well he could pull pleasure out of you in a moment like this. Your blood went syrupy as you heard Jack speak in that low register that you only heard when he fucked you.

"She's prettiest when she cums." 

You were well and truly fucked. You were pleading with him to spare you, but he just wrenched your head up with his free hand and angled your head so you couldn't look anywhere but Robby's face. 

"Look at him, baby." he cooed in your ear, "Look at him when you cum."

So you did. You came on his fingers while staring your professor in the eye.

If you put all the morality aside as you so often did these days, being sandwiched in between Jack and Robby was a no brainer. You'd spent the better part of your semester fantasizing about Robby anyway, so now your opportunity was finally here with permission from your boyfriend. 

Robby's eyes never left yours, holding your gaze while you released with a strangled moan, shaky legs doing you no favors. Once you relaxed a bit from your high and lolled your head forward onto Jack's steady hand that was still gripping your face, his eyes traveled down to where Jack was still lazily fingering you through your come down. 

"Fuck." was all he said, stepping closer to watch has Jack's fingers parted you open for Robby to see. Jack let your face go, letting you relax back on to the counter with your face pressed against the cool stone and your ass spread out behind you. 

"See how pretty?" Jack said smugly, to Robby's sound of approval, "Feel how tight she is."

You were already on edge, and the feeling of Jack's fingers being replaced by Robby's made you jump. He had one exploratory digit inside you and he groaned, deep and rumbly from the pits of his chest. 

"Jesus Christ, how the hell do you fit a cock in here?" Robby questioned, making Jack laugh

"Oh, it'll fit. Trust me, she's a very good girl." he chuckled. 

They were talking about you like you weren't even there. Like you were just some new toy they were excited to play with. It made you feel the same way you felt the first time Jack fucked you, humiliated by your own arousal. 

Jack was the perfect man to explore that side of yourself, always willing to do things in bed that would ultimately leave you humiliated and embarrassed, but unbelievably turned on. It was an aspect of your sex life that had always simmered under the surface, but that other partners hadn't really understood. So eventually you just ignored those wants and needs, thinking of them as things that needed to be hidden away because they were wrong. But that first night with Jack showed you that no matter how hard you tried you still liked it.

Jack Abbot taught you it was okay to want to be fucked like a whore.

So as he placed you on the bed, him and Robby both disrobing you in tandem, it felt a bit like a test (no pun intended). Not one that you needed to pass, per se, but more so one for your own knowledge of yourself. All pretenses were gone as Robby's hands roamed your body, greedily taking in the feeling of something he had denied himself of for months. Jack sat back against the headboard, pulling you up with your back against him. He gripped under your knees and spread you wide open for Robby, kissing you on your neck and telling you to be good for him.

Without a word, Robby descended on your cunt, his beard scratching against the soft skin of your pussy as his tongue explored every wet inch before him. He mumbled something about sweetness, his words muffled by the fact that he refused to detach for even a second. You were already a mess, moaning out as Jack held you, his thumbs rubbing encouraging circles where he held your legs. There was something so intoxicating about the fact that you were stark naked between them, while both men remained clothed for the time being. 

"Robby oh my God," you whined, the sound of another man's name on your tongue feeling a little foreign. Though he didn't say anything, Jack clearly felt something too as his grip tightened on your legs. Your hips started to buck up into Robby's face as he made a mess between your legs, and Jack hummed from behind you. 

"Flip over baby." Jack said lowly, shifting you a bit as Robby pulled back and let Jack manhandle you into your new position on your hands and knees. Your face was in Jack's crotch as Robby dove his tongue back into your hole, dragging another moan from your throat. One of Jack's hands had a grip on your hair while the other was undoing his belt, freeing his cock that was tenting his dress pants. 

You wasted no time in putting your mouth around him, relishing in the hiss that came from him the second your lips closed around his head. You sucked the precum from his slit, sighing in contentment at the familiar taste of him. The sensation of being eaten while you were sucking Jack's cock was maddening. You kept moaning and drooling onto his cock, a pool of saliva gathering at his base and soaking the fabric of his boxers that were bunched up around his balls.

Jack's hands skimmed underneath your figure to cup one breast in each hand. He palmed at them, eventually focusing in on your nipples. He squeezed tightly on the hard buds, sending a shock of pain straight to your already aching pussy. The feeling of four hands exploring you as well as Robby's tongue desperately lapping at you was enough to snap that rubber band again as you squeezed Robby's head between your thighs as you came. Jack knew you always came harder when you were on your hands and knees, and Robby was drinking in every single drop you offered to him through your orgasm.  

"Fuck," Jack grunted, pulling you off of him and up to his face as he kissed you sloppily, "Go show Robby how good that mouth is." 

At the prospect of getting his cock sucked, Robby finally removed his nose from your cunt, standing up and pushing his pants down while you spun around to face him this time. It had been a while since you'd seen a cock other than Jack's, and Robby was not in the business of disappointing. Long and thick, curving slightly left, and a nice set of brown curls right at the base. It didn't take you very long to decide if you wanted to cross this line, before Robby could even blink you had half of him down your throat.

He let out something between a laugh and a groan, and you felt the bed shift behind you as Jack got off the bed to rid himself of his clothes finally. 

"Told you," Jack said, smug tone back in full force as he climbed back onto the bed behind you. You moaned around Robby's cock when you felt the tip of Jack's rub through your folds. Jack was barking out orders like he was back in the Army, telling Robby to hold your head in place while he sheathed himself inside you. You let out a muffled groan, saliva trickling down your chin as you felt Jack's cock fill you. 

They set a tandem pace, both of them pulling out and pushing back in at the same time, leaving you helpless in the middle as they speared you from both ends. Robby was more vocal than Jack, cursing under his breath as his fingers gripped your head while he fucked your face. He held you down for a moment, groaning at the feeling of your throat spasming around him as you gagged twice, begging for air.

When he pulled you off and let you get a breath, Jack's hands gripped under your arms as he pulled you backwards towards him, shifting you a bit so you were perpendicular to the end of the bed now. They wasted no time in assuming their positions without a single word spoken. Jack had your shoulders all the way to the edge of the bed, your head dangling upside down in front of his cock. Robby had his knees between yours, his hands gathering some of the wetness between your legs with the tip of his cock before he pressed his way inside of you.

Once he was bottomed out, he groaned out a lengthy, "Fuuuuck."

The angle of the curve his cock sported was hitting you just right, making you moan out in approval, Jack taking our open mouth as an opportunity to slide his cock down your throat. Sucking him from this position was always nearly impossible, and he knew that. He liked it that way, it just meant that you had not choice but to open wide and let him fuck your mouth. His hands were on the edge of the mattress, on either side of your body as he caged you in and began to move his hips. The sounds of suction and gagging coming from your spit covered mouth were horrendous, but they were music to Jack's ears as he groaned and let his eyes close to enjoy the feeling. 

"And you get this every day?" Robby groaned at Jack's laugh, "Lucky bastard." 

"Oh I am very lucky." he mused, running a hand down the column of your throat to feel his cock bulging out the muscles there. You felt your walls pulsing hard, and you whined up at Jack to let him know you were going to cum again. Even though you couldn't see him, he grinned at you and moved a hand to latch on to one of your nipples, once more rolling the sensitive skin in between his thumb and forefinger. 

Robby gripped your hips tightly, and alongside the drag of his cock was the command from Jack to 'show Robby how tight you can get' that had your body tensing up as you were brought right to the edge again. Jack finally pulled his cock out from your throat and let the scream of Robby's name leave your throat unobstructed, much to Robby's pleasure. He sped up while your orgasmed, enamored by the wetness you had released out onto him. He waited until the last moment, but pulled out of you with a grunt as he jerked his cock a few times in his hand and sent his seed spilling over your stomach and pooling in your bellybutton. 

You let out a soft moan trying to catch your breath as you let your head fall back against the edge of the bed. Jack tutted quietly at you, reaching down to guide you by your sore neck all the way up and folding you so you were perched on your knees in front of where Robby was catching his own breath.

"You gonna be a good girl and let me show Robby why I love you so much?" he murmured into your shoulder, his arms collecting your wrists behind your back as he settled in behind you. You nodded immediately, not registering that you had already peaked three times that night, and the last time Jack pushed you to four you thought you swore you lost consciousness for a few seconds. Before you could protest, Jack was spearing you with his cock again, the upright angle making your body jolt.

Robby sat back and watched Jack finish you off mercilessly. One hand still pinning your wrists in place behind your arched back, the other hand wrapped possessively around your throat as he moved your limp form up and down on his cock. If you hadn't been leaking down your legs it might seem like he was just using your body to get off. Watching the scene unfold, Robby couldn't help but zero his attention in on his cum decorating your stomach. The translucent white streaks resembling vulgar graffiti on a million dollar car the way he had defiled something as beautiful as you.

As he watched Jack fuck you, Robby thought that Jack must have the restraint of a devout priest the way he refused to cum before you. Jack had not been exaggerating when he said you were a good girl, letting Jack force a fourth and exhausted orgasm from you before he let a drop of cum spill into you.

You were a tried, crying mess. Your voice felt hoarse leaving your throat as you sobbed, Jack's speed bullying you into a difficult orgasm that felt miles away. When you finally reached your peak, you couldn't even register anything besides how Jack felt inside you as your senses went haywire. A small waterfall of arousal flowed from your cunt around his cock, gifting Jack the green light to finally fill you. The last thing you felt was Jack bending you forward, your face landing on Robby's thigh before you blacked out as Jack held your hips in a vice grip as he came with a loud groan. If Robby didn't know Jack couldn't get you pregnant he'd think that was the man's goal, hell maybe it was.

You made no sound when Jack pulled out of you finally, collapsing to the mattress in such a heavy heap that Jack and Robby glanced at each other before both reaching over to attend to you. 

"Yeah, she's out." Jack said, light concern creeping into his voice as he tapped your cheek softly and spoke your name.

That orgasm had been heaven and hell all in one, the most amazing pleasure mixed with the most physical exertion you had ever put out. How the hell a man pushing 50 had more consistent stamina than you would always baffle you. 

Next thing you knew you were cracking your eyes open to see Jack and Robby staring down at you in concern. For a moment, you were confused. Your brain was so foggy that you had no idea why you couldn't really move and why the hell Dr. Robby was shirtless. 

Once it hit you, you let out a small gasp and sat up a bit, much to their relief. You groaned, lying back down as your muscles screamed out that they were done moving for the foreseeable future. 

"See?" you croaked breathlessly, "I told you. Three is my limit." 

That made both men laugh, clearly relieved that you still had your wits about you. You groaned as you stretched your muscles, feeling Jack's cum drip out of you and onto the sheets. Jack ran to run you a bath and Robby propped a pillow under your head. 

"I better get those 5 points back." you mumbled, your eyes closing as he laughed heartily. You had argued with him about him marking you down for an answer on a test a month ago, an answer you firmly believed could be argued for. 

"Fuckin' for points now?" he laughed

You shrugged, "Would have at the beginning of the semester." 

He nodded at that, his hand rubbing your arm. Jack came back in and lifted you up off the bed, dipping you gently in the warm soapy water in the bathtub before heading back into the bedroom to talk to Robby. They sounded far away as you let yourself slip into a state somewhere between awake and asleep, but there was a gentle knock that brought your back up. 

"Bye, sweetheart." Robby said, fully dressed now and smiling softly at you. You gave him one of your own in return and lifted a hand out of the water to give him a little wave. 

"Bye Dr. Robby." you sighed, smirking a bit to yourself in satisfaction when he rolled his eyes at the addition of his title. Jack saw Robby out, and returned to the bathroom to wash your hair from the edge of the tub. 

"Thank you." he murmured, and you cracked an eye open out of curiosity. 

"For what?" you asked.

"Being as amazing as you are." he said softly, "I really can't believe you entertain me sometimes." 

You laughed at that, "Entertain you? I had fun, it felt good." 

"Good, good." he nodded, rinsing the shampoo from your hair. The two of you were quiet again as he combed your conditioner through the way you liked, and soon enough you were dried off, in a nice soft set of pajamas Jack probably paid way too much for, and tucked into bed curled against his chest. 

"You should move in." he said suddenly, making your heat shoot up so you could stare at him.

"Huh?!" you asked, almost laughing at how random his outburst was.

"Your lease is up in 4 months. I don't want you to look for another apartment I want you to move in with me." he said simply, looking at you as if he was asking you what you wanted for breakfast in the morning. 

"Jack I - Is that a good idea? So soon?" you asked slowly, not wanting to upset him by shooting down the idea, but not wanting to rush into anything rash.

"It makes sense." he argued, "You can finish out this year without the stress of rent or bills, just focusing on your schoolwork. You can stop taking so many extra shifts at work and that'll give you more time to look into those internships we looked at." 

He knew was making good arguments, and he could see the gears in your head turning so he pushed on, "Listen, I love you. This isn't some quick fling for me. I intend on marrying you. Fuck it, if you want me to reverse my vasectomy I would do that for you."

"Jack." you said softly.

"I'm serious." he said, not realizing he had already won you over, "I know you get nervous about the age thing, hell I do too sometimes. But it'll work out. It'll work out because I will make sure it works out."

"Jack!" you laughed, sitting up to look at him square in the eye.

"Just let me help you right now I -" he didn't get very far before you cut him off with a kiss.

"Yes. I will move in when my lease is up." you said against his lips, making him smile.

"Oh," he chuckled, "Okay good, I thought that would take more convincing on my part." 

"You make a good case, Dr. Abbot." you purred into him, your hand sliding up at cupping his face, the stubble there rough against your palm. He groaned at the sound of his name said in that way, but you both knew that even though he could probably survive another round, he wasn't keen on making you pass out again. Instead, he opted to give you a searing kiss on the lips, as if the two of you were sealing the deal. 

As you drifted off to sleep that night, you were unaware that Jack was having trouble falling asleep under you. He didn't want to admit it but he was hung up on the way Robby had been looking at you. Sure, you were the most beautiful thing on the planet so naturally Robby should be attracted to you. But he had caught something in his friend's eye that he hadn't expected: regret.

Not regret over fucking you alongside your boyfriend, but more so regret for not being the boyfriend. He knew that you found Robby attractive, you'd joked with him about flirting with Robby for months no avail and landing Jack in one single night. He wasn't worried you'd stray, you expressed to him how much you loved and appreciated him enough through words and actions that he trusted you implicitly. But his chest tightened at the thought of one of his oldest friends coveting the most precious thing Jack had to his name.

robby's lips curl, warming at the memory.

"'course i remember. had to lick the cum off your legs in the car after so you wouldn't leak on my seats."

the sound of your chuckle ricochets through robby's entire body, flipping a switch only you can reach. one that has his lips dragging back across your skin, plush and swollen as they slide along your neck.

he doesn't have to suckle the skin long for your already-weak barriers to fall, and you're hanging over him on your knees, panties pulled to the side as his tip nudges right against your slit.

robby lingers long kisses into your chin, filling his lungs with the hot air you puff out every time he slips past your entrance and pulls out before he forgets not go any further.

"see," he pants. "like i said—just the tip."