not enough to save you

thinking about sitting on jack abbot’s thigh, lazily rolling your hips and leaning into his chest, just enough for stimulation but not enough to actually get anywhere.

jack’s wearing his dumb cargo pants, his work phone shoved in the pocket you’re currently sitting on. you learn rather quickly that jack (the old man he is) has his phone set to vibrate. you also learn that someone is very intent on getting a hold of him.

jack realizes his phone is trapped under you, undulating and grinding into the new sensation. grins when he discovers, yes, you are wanton enough to treat his vibrating phone like a pseudo sex toy, grinding harder every time a call or text comes through.

“i should probably get that.” he murmurs, not actually making any effort to dislodge you from his thigh. you just double down, arms around his neck, pussy directly on his dumb cargo pants that you hate so much, clit catching on the rough fabric and the corner of his phone, chasing the periodic vibrations.

“gonna let me get that baby?” he teases, grabbing your hips to lift you up. you retaliate by sinking your teeth into his shoulder, fighting his grip to get your wet cunt back on his thigh.

“oh, she’s feral today,” he comments, smacking your ass once in response to the bite - jack knows it’s gonna leave a mark.

you don’t even react, focused on wiggling your way back down onto his thigh and phone, which is still vibrating through his pants. you were so close, and jack is being so mean, making you hover over the embarrassingly large wet spot you left behind.

“you’re gonna water log my phone,” jack notes, following your eyes to the wet patch. “gonna have to stick it in rice after this. how am i gonna explain to IT that my work phone is broken? tell them it’s because i have a very demanding little girl at home with the world’s wettest cunt? and that she sat on my phone like a little slut, using the vibrations to get off?” jack paused, grinning at the long whine you made, embarrassed and turned on by the idea, hips still wiggling. “is that what i’m gonna have to tell them?”

you don’t respond, mainly because you’re not sure if you can form words at this point, and finally win the war against his grip to drop back down to his thigh, cunt once again pressed hard onto the cargo pocket. you immediately start humping, only further proving jack’s point. you don’t care - you’re so close.

jack leans forward, stubble brushing your ear as he growls, “maybe i should make you tell them. call them and apologize for ruining my phone with your wet, selfish cunt. what do you think about that?”

you come - embarrassingly hard, hips stuttering against him as you continue to soak his pants, vaguely aware that jack is cooing and encouraging you as you do so.

“atta girl, so easy for me. coming just from a few calls and texts from robby,” jack rubs your back, letting you collapse into his shoulder, bright with embarrassment and exhaustion.

after a couple of minutes, jack works his hand into his pocket, slowly removing his phone, making a point to wipe the sheen off on his shirt before checking it.

ohhhhhh you'll never fully know what this did to me

there's something about jack that makes your brain shut off. it's like your mind knows you'll be taken care of - he's so big n strong n reliable that you can't help but relax fully into his whim. it doesn't help that his dick game is so strong :( he'll be fucking you with your legs over his shoulders, folded practically in half, caging your head in between his big solid arms dog tags dangling against your chin and he's hitting it so deep he's in your guts and you've already come so many times on his mouth, his fingers, n even his dick that your body goes fully into overdrive at the intensity of the orgasm building up inside you.

so when you cum — you shut down.

he notices it when the hot puffs of air stop hitting his face. one second you were crying squirming tryna run away from his dick because of how fuckin' good he was making you feel, the next, your shaking turns still n he's sliding your frozen legs down to his hips and cradling your face with a big warm hand. "breathe, honey, you took that well."

he's not freaking out because this has happened before. your sweet mind can't handle all the pleasure he gives you sometimes and he's learned that. his thumb is gentle against your skin but he still applies some pressure to ground you. "in and out, baby, you got it."

n you try! you want to do what he says so bad, but it feels like the orgasm took your lungs' ability to do their job. you're staring at him with a barely open mouth, eyes wet and hazy, hands glued to his back nails digging. he hooks his thumb on the row of your bottom teeth, nudges his nose against yours to bring you back. and somehow you manage to whimper, to clench around him, but your chest remains stuck, struggling to manage the aftershocks of getting your shit rocked.

"don't pass out on me, babygirl, c'mon" he has a half grin on his when he says it n a hand now on your ribs to track the movement. that's when he blows in your face, just a little to startle you out of it. his heart does something funny when you blink and stare up at him with wide eyes. "there's my girl. hi honey, you back with me?" he expects the way your hands relax and move down his arms to his chest, his waist, leaving claw marks behind. n he even expects the breathy giggle that follows. ur a little insane, especially when it comes to getting fucked by him. jack does his best attempt at a frown, "you scared me there, ain't shit funny."

and yet something about it has his cock already half hard against your thigh. the way you trust him with this, with your life, gets to him. it turns him on, makes him feel needed, like you know he'll always take care of you and get you to the other side.

"felt good," you whisper, voice hoarse - n even though your eyes are tired, they're alive. you giggle again when he shakes his head at you. "it did, daddy, promise!"

he hums at that, and moves his hands down your body massaging as he goes. your knees are still locked, bent like if they were wrapped around him still. he thumbs at the kneecap. "unlock your legs for me."