U Broke The Girl In Me But You Wont Break The Man

oh, instantly. at first he'd be so shy about it, entire body tensing when he feels your finger dipping so low— partly out of shyness but also some residuals from teenagehood where he probably heard baz and craig and their friends making fun of men who ‘like to take it up the ass’. but he doesn’t tell you to stop; he tells himself that it’s just because he wants to make you happy, that it’s simply because he’s willing to do anything and everything for you but, truth is, he’s curious about it. probably ran into some rimming/pegging porn when he was younger and filed it away somewhere deep in his brain, embarrassed by how hard he’d gotten to it. his eyes would flit down to you just once, just to make sure this isn’t some kind of joke, and then immediately look away when he sees the desire written all over your face, his face and chest burning bright red but his legs would still spread a little more at the feeling of your spit soaked finger circling him, trying to swallow down his moans before you pull back entirely, gently chastising him for going silent— you like to hear him, he knows you do, but this still feels a little too forbidden for him to let go entirely. 

he comes with just the first knuckle in his ass, his hands fisting the sheets and a collection of whimpers falling out of his lips in tandem with how deep you take his cock into your mouth. and he’d be so needy afterwards too, pulling you on top of him and kissing you deeply — pope is a kisser, he likes making out even more than sex itself, especially when you’re still tasting of his come — and holding you so tight it leaves you breathless. 

“Can’t fuckin’ believe I’m actually doin’ this.” Joel mutters behind his hands that were currently pressed against his face.

You can’t help but chuckle at the sight of him. Your tripod was set up at the end of your bed, just the right angle to ensure it wouldn’t capture either of your faces. Not for you, it was your only fans, of course. But for Joel, considering the only condition he had for this whole livestream you had planned was that he didn’t show his face.

Since starting your relationship with Joel, you gradually pulled back from partner work in Porn, and completely stopped when the two of you became official. In fact, you’d decided on switching careers altogether. Not because Joel judged you for what you did — he never would. If you chose to continue doing Porn as your main career, he would respect that wholeheartedly. But it was actually you who made the decision to make a change.

You enrolled yourself in some courses to get some extra education under your belt and ended up landing a job working in an office. It was far less exciting than fucking for money, but it felt official. And, you no longer froze when someone asked about what your job was.

But, you still did some solo stuff on an only fans account you’d made.

It wasn’t really for fans, in fact, you didn’t even go by your old Porn name. And you definitely didn’t do custom videos. You just posted some sexy selfies, a video here and there and now, only recently, you’d started doing livestreams.

You’d actually built quite the community. The majority of your members were actually females, which instantly made you feel more comfortable. The comments from them felt more like actual compliments. They were uplifting and empowering. Not just the token “i would rail tf out of her,” or “great tits,” but genuine, personal compliments.

Which was why you’d brought it up with Joel — the idea of filming a livestream with him.

And initially, it was a hard no. In fact, it was a hard no before you’d even really explained any of it to him.

But when you’d sat on his lap and explained to him, maybe using your best pleading eyes, he’d said he’d think about it. Which then evolved to him laying back on the bed now, his meaty thighs spread apart and his dark green boxers tenting despite the awkwardness etched into his mannerisms.

You giggle again and climb onto the bed, crawling toward him. You were clad in a pair of lingerie, in fact, the exact ones you’d bought with him the day the two of you had your first time. You’d seen the way his eyes glimmered at the sight of you in the set while you were changing moments ago. How personal this set was in your relationship.

You straddle his hips, bringing your hands up to his own to remove them from his face. “Relax, baby. You’re gonna be super sexy, I promise. I’ve actually always wondered what we look like when we’re having sex.” You say thoughtfully, tilting your head to the side.

Joel flushes a little at that, hands hovering over your hips momentarily before finally settling on them, as if he forgot that he was actually allowed to touch you. “Really?” He asks a little sheepishly.

You nod your head and lean down to capture his lips in a quick yet soft kiss. “Of course. I mean.. it feels good, so I can only imagine it looks good.”

Joel nods, certainly agreeing with the feels good part. “Only one way to find out, I guess.”

You grin and crawl back towards the camera.

You sit between Joel’s legs, your back against his chest. Both of you now completely naked in front of the camera. Everything below the neck was visible on you both, per Joel’s request, and although you can’t see it in the reflection of the livestream, you can feel his head pressed into the back of your neck, the skin of his face hot.

People started joining the live one after another and before you knew it, a hundred people were already present. The first comments you read were remarking on the complete difference in size between you and Joel. How large he was compared to you. His biceps were large, his arms that were wrapped around your middle dwarfing you no matter what size or height you were. His hands were huge and one of them was splayed out against your stomach, feeling the soft skin there.

“Mmm, I think they like you, baby.” You hum to joel, tilting your head back to encourage him to read the comments. He follows your silent request and you hear him curse under his breath when he sees a particular comment.

“Omg I just knowww he’s hot. Can u suck his dick for us?” @_pillowprincesss asks enthusiastically and you giggle when you realise that it was the comment he had read.

You giggle and push your hips back into joel, your bare ass pushing against his cock. “Sounds like a great idea to me.” You reply playfully, twisting in his arms until you were facing him. You guide him to sit on the side of the bed, facing you as you get into position. Joel’s face is still out of frame but yours comes into it when you lay on your stomach to get closer to his crotch. You grin when you take a glance at your phone screen, the sight of Joel’s flushed chest and how good the two of your bodies looked making your thighs unbelievably sticky.

“You guys seem to like my man already,” you muse to your mostly female audience. Joel’s cock is hard and heavy between his thighs, but in his position, the camera isn’t actually able to capture it. “Just wait until you see his cock.” You finish, reaching over and tilting the camera to the side until Joel’s beautiful dick came into frame.

He’d trimmed his hair down there slightly just for the occasion, sweet thing. You may have helped him a little too, which was fun.

Joel groans when you take his cock into your hand, and you can tell the touch makes him forget about the audience with the lust that comes along with it. Making him finally speak for the first time since the livestream was turned on. “Fuck, Angel.” He grits, loud enough that the camera picked it up and it set the comments going crazy over his voice. And although the words were brief, it made your core swell with arousal.

You lick your lips and began to pepper soft kisses over his tip, your hand slowly beginning to stroke his length. Not enough to relieve much pressure though. “You think I should tease him a little, guys? Push his limits until he decides to put me in my place?” You ask the audience, starting to suck softly on his tip.

Joel makes a sound that sounds pretty close to a growl at the threat. His hand comes down to tangle in your hair, his short nails slightly digging into your scalp. You chuckle, locking eyes with him while you speak. “Huh. I don’t think he likes that idea.”

And at that you part your lips and take his cock into your mouth, his dick a pleasant weight on your tongue as you begin to slide your mouth down his shaft. You take him down to the root, your nose nuzzling his trimmed hair, and he lets out a long, desperate groan at the sensation of his cock in your throat.

You move your mouth side to side, gagging once, twice, before bringing yourself back up for air. You gasp and release a moan when you glance back up at him. “Fuck, Daddy.” You whimper, your eyes teary from retching.

Oh yeah. Daddy was a thing now.

You didn’t call him it often but agreed to it for the livestream since he also didn’t want his name in it. You could tell it only heightened his pleasure when he heard it come from your drooling mouth right now.

“Keep going. Use your tongue on my tip, sugar,” He orders lowly, and you feel a sense of pride at his confidence in speaking in front of the camera. When you take him inside of your mouth again, he wraps a couple strands of your hair around his fist. Not pulling, just holding. “Atta girl. Oh yeah, baby. That’s it.”

And his voice is a little whiny when he says it. It always gets like that when you suck his tip like this. Just the way he liked it. He was so fucking sensitive here, it drove you insane.

You close your eyes as you pleasure him. Relishing in the sounds of his moans. So much so, that it catches you off guard slightly when he reads the screen. “They want me to fuck you, baby. Think we should give them what they want?”

You pull off him with a whimper and smile giddily, nodding your head frantically.

The bed creaks with the force of Joel’s thrust. The continuous slam of his hips into your ass as he fucked himself into your g-spot perfectly from this angle. You were sprawled on your stomach in doggy style, your ass raised in the air to get him as deep as possible.

Your moans rattle through the bedroom, the insistent ping of comments flowing through the livestream a distant sound in your mind.

“Oh. My. God.” You moan, each word punctuated by a powerful thrust of Joel’s cock. Everything felt so overwhelming, every push of him inside you knocking the air from your lungs. The squelch of your cunt made your cheeks heat up, your arousal dripping down your thighs in a sticky mess.

“Tell them,” Joel orders, his voice gruff, his restraint wearing thin with how tight and warm and fucking perfect you felt around him. He’d recently found his voice properly, and the things he said, the dirty words he spoke to you while fucking you into next week had the people on the livestream going insane. “Tell them how much you love being on display for them while I fuck you.”

The words cut through you like a pleasant smack. You did love it. You loved being watched like this. Being someone for other people to get off to. But the fact that you were doing this with Joel now, that you were essentially inviting these strangers into your bedroom and sex life with your boyfriend, felt a little more personal.

And it just turned you on all the more.

You grip the sheets, the consistent pounding of his cock making it hard to focus on talking, on stringing a response together. You were so fucking cocky earlier while talking to the camera, sucking Joel’s dick and teasing him like a little slut. And now look at you? You made eye contact with the camera in front of you. You were a complete mess of tears and drool and hickeys. Your face was hot and every push of Joel’s hips sent an uncontrollable moan tumbling from your lips.

“I — fuck, Daddy,” you try, the pleasure consuming you completely. God, why couldn’t you just speak? Your brain was mush. Complete fucking mush. Was his cock really that good? “I love it so m-much. Love being fucked in front of the camera. L-love showing them what a good girl I— I am for you.”

Joel feels his balls tighten at your words, his cock threatening to spill his release right then and there into your suffocatingly tight pussy. He’d already wrung two orgasms out of you, ones that left you breathless and trembling in ecstasy on the mattress beneath him.

“That’s right,” he grunts, leaning over your body, his pace unfaltering as he grabbed your phone from it’s perch and flipped the camera to the back, bringing it down to capture the sight of his cock plunging in and out of your dripping heat. “Look at this. This fuckin’ — mess. This all it takes, baby girl? All I gotta do is pull out a camera and you go all fucked out on me?”

His words melted into your brain, turning your already mushy noggin into a pool of pleasure. A coil that you weren’t even aware was building deep within you, snapped only seconds after he directed the camera right at your both most intimate parts.

And Joel could feel it, feel you coming apart on his cock once again. He fucked you through it, slowing his thrusts down now, pulling himself out enough that he was just fucking you with the tip of his dick. The sight in the moment was amazing, but on camera? Fuck it was even better.

Your phone captured the pearly white substance you’d created with each release perfectly, despite the not-so great lighting of the room. Your juices had dripped down to his balls, coating them and leaving them shining beautifully.

Joel uses the other hand he wasn’t holding the phone with to stroke your back through your soft gasps and sobs. His pace now almost non existent as he barely moved within you. “You all done, sweetie? You had enough?” He asks gently, a hint of condescension in his voice that had you clenching around the small part of him still inside of you.

“Hm,” you huff, your voice whiny and raw. The truth was, you weren’t sure if you had had enough. I mean, had you ever truly had enough of Joel’s cock? You didn’t think so. “M’not sure, Joel.”

Fuck. Your heart squeezed at the mistake you’d made. You weren’t meant to say his name.

Joel notices your error immediately, but the panic of his name being out there for everyone to hear, didn’t hit him. He just leaned down to press a kiss to the small of your back. “S’okay,” he glances down at the comments on the stream, reading the praises of the audience.

One particular comment requested for anal. The petition was vague and brief, not specifying the exact kind of ass play they wanted.

The request has his cock twitching. He still hadn’t found release yet, and he knew you enjoyed ass play. You had actually been the one to bring up the idea of it in the bedroom a couple months ago, which he was pretty hesitant about before actually trying it with you.

“What if we finish this off with a request from one of your little friends on here, sweet girl? Seems like they’re awful into the idea off ass play.” He suggests, pulling out of you completely, watching his cock bob slightly with the action.

“Ohh n’yeah, yes, joel. Want.. want your mouth and your fingers there.” To be honest, you think you’d agree to anything at this point. Your brain was so relaxed, your body so thoroughly pleasured that even the touch of his hand palming an asscheek of yours sent waves of arousal swimming in your stomach.

You arch back into his touch and joel takes his time with capturing the soft jiggle of your ass when he slapped it gently, the ripple of the soft skin. He then aimed the camera to focus more on the pretty, puckered hole above your entrance.

It was practically winking at him, and the urge to completely devour you whole was coming very tempting. But he suppressed the urge. He wanted to show just how beautiful his girl was. How the softest touches could make you squirm.

Joel groans low in his throat, the sound rumbling from him at the beauty in front of him. “This sweet fuckin’ asshole, baby. You’ve no idea how much I love playin’ with’cha right here.” He expresses enthusiastically, angling the camera to capture just below his nose as he leaned down and licked a stripe from your clit, alllll the way up to your other hole.

A contented smile crosses your lips and your drop your face down into the pillow, humming softly at the pleasantly ticklish sensation. God, you couldn’t wait to look back at the highlights of this live. Hopefully someone clips this.

Joel flattens his tongue and begins to lick your hole up and down, the wet heat of the muscle on those sensitive nerves making you gasp softly. The camera captured the moment perfectly and Joel found his chest swelling with pride at the fact that that was his tongue on your ass. Not some idiot pornstar who barely cared for your pleasure. But him.

“Oh, Joel. S’right there. M’so— so sensitive there.” You moan into the pillow, the sound of voice muffled against the fabric.

Joel moans against you, not wanting to pull back to answer in case he fucked up his rhythm. He reached up with his free hand to your pussy, finding your soppy clit with ease. You moan louder when he begins to circle it as he eats your ass.

He feels himself stir down south, his cock throbbing in time with his heartbeat as your moans progressively got louder.

You were a mess above him, the fact that this was being filmed was the last of your thoughts. “Gonna — gonna cum, daddy. Gonna cum.” You sob. Your pussy was already so sensitive after your previous releases and with the mix of his tongue and fingers, you were coming apart before Joel could even respond.

But joel was there, talking you through it. And.. coming himself. Thick ropes of his cum came spurting from his tip onto the mattress, a mess to think about later. He moans and grunts against your asshole and finally pulls back from it, but doesn’t stop rubbing your clit through it.

And the comments? Were going crazy.

“Omg his voice is so fucking hotttt”

“The way he speaks to her is so perfect it’s so hard to find actual good praise kink in porn”

“HES CUMMING UNTOUCHED IM OBSESSED”

Yeah, you think the fans might want this to be more of a regular thing. And Joel? You weren’t sure he’d object.

While preparing the food, you’re dancing along to some music that’s playing through your phone. It’s become this little ritual of yours, making breakfast while dancing throughout the kitchen. A great way to start your day, it’s like a serotonin boost.

Jack Abbot arrives home after fourteen hours on the job, he’s exhausted and absolutely worn out. However, when he walks inside the apartment and catches you dancing around the kitchen.. a smile grows onto his lips. He quietly places his bag down at the front door, taking off his jacket and kicking off his shoes while his eyes never leave you.

It’s not the first time he has caught you like this when he got home from work, yet.. the sight still makes his heart melt.

Never in his wildest dreams he imagined he would have this again. Something so domestic.. a partner waiting for him to get home, cooking him a meal. After the passing of his wife, he thought he’d never find happiness again. It took him a few years but then he found it, in the shape of you.

“You should’ve become a dancer instead of a social worker.” Jack speaks up, making you jump a little as you turn around to face him.

“Damn it,” you give him a playful glare. “You always do this.. sneak up on me.”

“It’s fun,” Jack smirks softly as he walks closer towards you. “I like watching you when you think nobody’s watching.” he says.

“Creep,” you throw the kitchen towel his way.

A chuckle escapes Jack’s lips as he catches the towel with ease, eyes glimmering with affection as he approaches you. Before you know it, he has made a loop with the towel so he could throw it over your shoulders and pull you closer to him that way.

“Who you callin’ a creep, huh?” he teases, face hovering over yours.

A smile grows on your lips as you look up into his eyes, arms wrapping around his waist as you hold him close. “Hi baby,” you mumble before moving up on your tip toes so you could press a quick kiss to his lips.

Abbot’s quick to chase your lips for another kiss, eyes closing as he takes his time with it. A soft hum escapes you as you move your arms up to wrap around his neck, head tilting to deepen the kiss some more.

“Careful,” he mumbles against your lips. “You’re gonna make a man want to forget all about the food you made him and take you back to the room.” he says.

“Hey.. no way,” you say as you pull back and look into his eyes. “I worked hard on that breakfast.”

“Hmm..” Jack takes a look at what you made and he can feel his stomach grumble, he hasn’t eaten in a while and is awfully hungry. “Looks good.”

“Sit,” you instruct him before walking over to the stove to retreat the pan you made your scrambled eggs in.

Abbot gives your ass a quick pat before he moves to sit himself down at the kitchen island, facing you. His eyes roam over the way you’re moving through the kitchen, one of his shirts hanging on your body and your hair up in a messy bun. He loves you in the mornings before you get yourself ready for the day, something about your face without make-up makes him all warm inside.

“Here you go,” you say as you place a plate in front of Jack. Some eggs, bacon and a few slices of an orange lay on it.

A soft smile tugs on Abbot’s lips as he turns his head to look at you. “Thank you..” he leans in to press a kiss against your lips. “You’re the best, y’know that?”

“Tell me something I don’t know, handsome.” you playfully send him a wink which makes him chuckle as he watches you move back into the kitchen.

After pouring Jack and yourself a glass of orange juice, you take your plate and move to sit down beside him. You feel how he moves his hand and lays it to rest on your thigh as you have a piece of bacon.

“So.. how was your shift?” you ask Jack after swallowing your bite.

“Draining.. long, some awfully weird cases again to prove how chaotic the night shift truly is.” he tells you between eating some of his eggs.

“But that’s what you like about it.” you say after having a sip of your orange juice. “The day shift would just bore you now.”

Jack turns his head to look into your eyes as he hums in agreement. “Yeah.. you’re right.” he nods, squeezing your thigh before pulling back his hand so he could pick up his glass of orange juice. “How about you? Busy day today?” he asks.

“I need to be in at nine,” you tell him. “I have a few cases I need to follow up on and that meeting with management about those free health classes I want to provide for our street program.”

“Hmm.. busy woman,” Abbot says after having a sip. “If they don’t want to go on board with your idea that’s just because they’re idiots. Don’t let them make you think your ideas are not good enough.” he tells you, making a chuckle leave your lips before nodding. He truly is your biggest supporter.

“I’ll catch some sleep and then I’ll go get groceries. I’m gonna make dinner so you’ll have something to eat when you come back home.” he tells you, a smile growing on his lips as he catches your eyes.

“Sounds good.” you give him a smile back before leaning in and resting your head against his shoulder.

Jack’s heart flutters as he leans down and presses a kiss onto your head. He really likes the life he has going on with you.. which is something he used to dream of having but would’ve never admitted to anyone. Not until now. He’s not ashamed, he’s proud to have this, to have you. Which is something his co-workers can attest to as he isn’t able to shut up about you at work.

“Why are you smiling like that?” you ask as you catch the look on his face.

Abbot wakes up out of his day dreaming and looks down at you, noticing that he was indeed smiling while sunken into thought. He shrugs softly but then catches sight of your curious eyes and knows you won’t let this go.

“Just.. I really like the life we have.” he admits, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “Never thought I’d have this again.” he says as he looks into your eyes, heart overflowing with love for you. “You make me excited to live again.” Jack says. “I can never thank you enough for that.”

A soft smile tugs on your lips as you hear his words, they make you emotional so you bury your face into his chest some more so he wouldn’t see the tears burn in your eyes. It pains you to know how much he’s struggled in the past.

“Can’t help but think.. you know, that she had something to do with it.” Jack tells you which makes you look back up into his eyes. "At least that’s what I like to think.” he chuckles softly. “Comforts me in some way.”

“M’sure she’d be extremely proud of you.” you tell him, referring to his late wife. “It hasn’t been easy for you, you’ve found joy in living again and that’s hard work. You can’t give me all the praise.”

A smile tugs on Jack’s lips as his eyes turn glossy, your words tugging on his heart strings. “For a long time.. I thought that if she was looking down at me, she’d hate what she’d see.” he says, the expression on his face falling as he tries to hold back tears. “I was so lost in myself.. in hatred for the world, drinking or working was all I did.” he explains.

“No.. she’s wouldn’t-”

“She would though.” Jack cuts you off. “Told me so herself when she was still alive.” he says before a smile grows on his lips as the memory replays in his head. “Told me that she loathed those types of men.. ones that hate the world and therefore destroy themselves with booze and everyone around them with how they act.”

A sympathetic smile tugs on your lips as you listen to his words, allowing him to speak. You’ve always given him the space to talk about his late wife, you realize it’s how he keeps the memory of her alive and that’s something you don’t want to take away from him.

“One night.. I was so lost and I just-” he chokes up for a moment, tears pooling in his eyes. “I didn’t see a way out anymore.” he admits softly. “I had made my way up to the roof of my apartment building.. self-determined that the only way I was going down was by jumping."

Hearing his words is like a blow to the chest. It hurts you to know that this man who you love so dearly, almost killed himself because he was in so much pain.

While his tear filled eyes and heavy words make you want to sob, you stay strong. Because you want to be there for Jack. You want him to know that he can share his darkest moments with you, that they don’t scare you off.

“Before I could jump-” Jack’s voice fills up the space between you again. “My phone made a noise as a text came in.” he says, eyes tracing over the features of your face. “It was you.” he smiles as tears pool in his eyes. “Explaining how you got my number from Dana and wanted to thank me for the great job I did on that foster kid case with you.”

You nod at his words, still able to recollect how nervous you were to send him that text. You had not had many chances to work with Abbot at the time, considering he’s on the night shift and you’re there during the day, but.. that didn’t mean you didn’t know who he was.

After you had the chance to work together with him on the case of the foster kid that was his patient and showed signs of abuse, something shifted within you. He was no longer just the handsome attending, he was the guy you wanted.

“I was actually pacing in my living room, like a teenager who just sent her crush a text and was awaiting an answer.” you chuckle which makes Abbot laugh through his tears as well. “You made me even more nervous by not replying instantly.”

“I was rereading your text like a hundred times. I couldn’t believe you thanked me for something that in my mind was just my job.” Jack tells you.

“Trust me.. after working with many doctors on cases, I can tell you that it’s not just because it’s your job that you actually care.” you say. “I remembered being really impressed on how you handled the situation with so much care, even before I got called to it.”

Jack smiles softly at your words, hearing your praise does something to him. He values you so much as a person, that the thought of you thinking about him like that is enough to make his heart melt.

“That night.. I like to believe that it was her who saved me by sending you into my life.” Jack explains, that smile resting on his lips.

“I like that theory.” you smile back at him.

Jack leans down and presses a kiss on your forehead, eyes closing as he silently thanks his late wife once more. He knows that there will never be real evidence about his theory, but believing in it is enough for him.

“I appreciate how you allow me to talk about her. Means a lot.” he tells you, chin resting on your head.

“Ofcourse..” you answer and lean in some more as you hold onto him. “She was a big part of your life, that’s not changing just because she’s gone.”

“Yeah.. s’just,” he mumbles. “I was somehow afraid that a new partner would be jealous or not keen on me talking about her.” Jack admits.

“Hmm.. I get it.” you nod softly.

“M’happy you’re not like that,” Jack tells you, pressing another kiss on the top of your head.

His words make a smile grow onto your lips, you lean back a bit so you could look at him and let your eyes trace over his face. The story he told you earlier comes back to mind and you find it weird how you never heard it before, the two of you have been together for some time now.

“Why have you never told me that story of the roof before?” you ask him, breaking the silence.

“It’s not something m’really proud of.” he mumbles back at you, looking down to avoid eye contact.

“Hey,” you move a hand to cup his cheek and make him look back into your eyes. “You have nothing to be ashamed of.” you tell him. “You fought for a long time and you were tired, it’s normal that the thought of giving up crossed your mind.” your thumb brushes against his skin and you feel him leaning into your touch some more. “But I’m so fucking proud off you that you didn’t give up.”

A bashful smile covers his lips as he hears your words, they make tears burn back into his eyes. Being this open and vulnerable with you isn’t easy, if it wasn’t for all that therapy.. he probably never would’ve been able to open up to you like this.

“I love you,” Jack says before he leans in to press a kiss against your lips. “So.. so.. much.” he mumbles between kisses.

“I love you too.” you smile against his lips.

Once he pulls back, a pleasant silence falls over the two of you as you get back to having breakfast. The scraping of forks against plates, food being swallowed and the music that is still leaving your phone is all that is able to be heard.

“That was a heavy ass conversation for this early in the morning.” you are the first to break the silence.

A chuckle leaves Abbot’s mouth as he nods at your words. “Sorry ‘bout that.” he tells you.

“No need to be sorry,” you say as you stand up to put your empty plate in the sink. “Susan is going to be so proud of you.” you tell him, referring to his therapist.

“She will,” Jack chuckles as you mention the middle aged woman who has been his therapist for more than four years now.

You check the time on your phone and realize you’re gonna need to get yourself ready or you’ll be late to work. After picking up your phone, you rush past Jack but he’s quick to snatch you by wrapping an arm around your waist.

“No..” you pout as you realize what’s about to happen, it’s something he always does.. it’s the reason why you’ve stopped telling him you’re going to get yourself ready.

“Haven’t even said anything yet,” Jack chuckles as he pulls you closer to him.

“But I know what you’re about to do,” you tell him while looking into his eyes. “You’re going to seduce me because you want to get laid before I go.”

“Hey,” a smirk tugs on his lips. “I’d never force you, m’just suggesting a little get together in the bedroom before you head off to work.”

“Yeah.. exactly,” you frown. “I can never say no when you look at me like that.” you say as you watch him stare at you through hooded eyes, clearly giving you ‘the look’. He knows it makes you weak. “Your little get togethers makes me late to work every damn time.”

“I mean.. is that a no?” he arches a brow as the smirk stays present on his lips.

“Oh.. you know it’s a yes.” you give him another glare before moving over towards the bedroom.

Jack can only smirk wider as he moves up from the stool he was sitting on, he puts some pep in his step and quickly catches up to you. A soft shriek leaves you as you feel him pick you up with ease, a giggle following as he lays you over his shoulder.

“I hate you..” you tell him with a smirk on your face.

“Sure you do,” Jack gives your ass a smack as he moves further into the bedroom. “But you won’t after I make you come twice before nine a.m.” he says before slamming the door shut behind him.

Another giggle leaves you as Jack lays you down on the bed, quick to take off his own shirt which gives you a view of his broad chest and shoulders.

“Hmm.. sexy,” you say as your eyes travel over his torso.

Jack chuckles at that before motioning towards the shirt you’re wearing. “Don’t be shy now, take it off.”

You sit up so you can take off the shirt that was on your body, the cool air makes goosebumps grow on your skin as your nipples harden. Jack takes in your bare chest, the sight going straight to his cock that is already getting hard.

“Fuck me..” he mutters under his breath. “You’re so beautiful.”

A blush forms on your cheeks at his compliment, no matter how many times you heard him tell you that.. it still makes you all giddy inside. You watch as Jack proceeds by sitting on the side of the bed, that way he can take off his prosthetic before going any further.

You wait patiently, crawling up behind him and placing some kisses on the back of his neck and down to his shoulder. Your sweet touches make Jack shiver, he loves how gentle you are with him, even more how you give him time to handle his prosthetic.

You know he’s uncomfortable being intimate with it on, he told you once and ever since then.. you never rush him, you always give him the space to take it off before you get on with being intimate.

Jack turns a bit, after removing his prosthetic, capturing your lips in a kiss. You let out a soft hum against his mouth as your arms wrap around his neck, holding him close to you.

You let him push you back onto the bed, watching as he moves to place kisses up your legs and on your thighs. His fingers slowly travel towards your hips and curl around the lining of your panties. Every touch of him wakes even more desire for him in your body.

“My pretty girl,” Jack tells you as he watches how your back arches into his touch.

Once your underwear is off and discarded on the floor, he presses a few kisses onto your lower stomach and hip bones. You bite down on your lip, looking down and watching how close he is to where you want him most.

“You gonna be good for me?” Jack asks, mouth hovering over your core, the feeling of his warm breath on your skin makes you shiver.

“Yes-” you answer him, looking at him with nothing other than need for his touch.

“You always are..” Jack smiles softly before leaning down and pressing a kiss against your pussy. “Such a good girl for me, huh?”

The only answer you can give him is a nod because once you want to open your mouth to say something, he dives in with his tongue and makes a whimper escape you.

Jack holds onto your hips, keeping you close and right where he wants you. He’s sucking down on your clit, sometimes his tongue comes into play as well which makes you moan out. He’s feasting on you like a starving man.

“Fuck-” you moan out, moving a hand down into his curls.

One thing about Jack is that he knows how to please. Whenever he goes down on you, he gives it his all. In your past relationships you sometimes had to beg your partner to eat you out, but not with Jack.. no, the man loves nothing more than pleasuring you.

“Oh god-” you moan out, squirming beneath his touch but he’s quick to take better hold of you so you can’t move your hips anymore.

“Does that feel good, baby?” Jack asks, taking a breather to look up at you.

“Yes,” you give him a nod.

“Want my fingers as well?" he questions, already knowing the answer he’s going to get.

“Please-” you beg, which goes straight to his cock.

Jack moves back in, sucking down on your clit while two fingers curl up inside of you. A moan leaves you as your back arches into his touch, head thrown back on the pillow.

It doesn’t take that long for you to feel that bubble of pleasure building up inside of your gut, his fingers keep hitting that sweet spot as he’s sucking down on your clit. You let out a soft whine, tugging on his curls as you feel yourself getting close to tipping over the edge.

“M’gonna-”

“I know, baby..” Jack mumbles against you, eyes looking up at the expression on your face. “Come for me.”

It only takes a few more pumps of his fingers before you reach your high. Your body tightens up and once that bubble bursts inside of you, soft cries leave your lips as your body trembles.

“Atta girl,” Jack keeps his fingers moving, guiding you through it.

“Ugh,” you let your body relax on the mattress again as you feel the waves of pleasure slowly washing away. “Fuck.. that was good,”

Jack smiles at your words, he loves whenever he’s able to pleasure you. He takes pride in it. He moves up so he could press his lips against yours, you are quick to kiss him back as you hold him close to your body.

“I need to thank the universe more for sending me an eater like you,” you mumble against his lips which makes Jack laugh.

“All real men are eaters,” he tells you, brushing some strands of hair out of your face. “But out of all those men, I sure am the best.” Jack says, which makes it your turn to chuckle now before nodding your head.

“You sure are..” you say before pressing your lips back against his.

The two of you share a passionate kiss which doesn’t help Jack with wanting you any less. You can feel his erection straining against his boxers as his hips brush into yours.

“Is there enough time left for me to fuck you..” Jack mutters against your lips, making you turn your head to look at the alarm clock on your nightstand.

“If you can get me to come in ten minutes, yeah.” you answer him.

“Pfft.. easy,” Jack scoffs as he moves his boxers down his hips. “I only need five max.”

You chuckle at that before feeling him kiss you again, it makes you wrap your arms around his neck to hold him close. Jack hums against your mouth, enjoying the feeling of your body against his.

After you helped him with removing his boxers completely, he settled back between your thighs. Jack takes hold of himself and traces his tip against your entrance, his eyes lock with yours before he slowly makes his way inside of you.

Your lips part in a silent gasp as you feel his cock spreading you open. “God.. you feel good-” Jack grunts out as he feels how wet you are.

“Mhmm..” your hands travel over the muscles on his back as your legs hook around his waist.

Jack presses another kiss on your lips before resting his head in the crook of your neck. He’s moving inside of you with controlled strokes, balls deep each time.

“Hmm yes,” you moan out, nails digging in his shoulders where you’re holding onto him.

“Yeah.. use your nails on me,” Jack whispers, he loves whenever you do that.

You drag your nails down his back, the feeling of you leaving soft scratches on his skin is enough to make him come. However, he holds back. Jack’s determined to get you there first.

“Fuck yes,” you whimper out as you feel him move his hips, changing the angle in a way he hits that sweet spot inside of you. “Right there.”

“Yeah?” Jack loves seeing the pleasure in your expression as he finds the right spot, knowing it’s usually a done job whenever he’s found it.. only a few more strokes before he has you coming.

Your moaning is echoing through the room as Jack lets out a groan from time to time. He has pushed your legs up to your chest, allowing him to move even deeper inside of you. That pit in your gut forms again and you know you’re close to tipping over the edge.

“M’so close..” you whine out, making Jack even more determined.

“Come on my cock, baby.” he tells you, while his hips keep moving inside of you with the same intensity.

Your body tightens up, back arching of the bed as you grip onto his arms. “Yes.. oh god, Jack..” you cry out before you come, feeling pleasure burst inside of your gut and traveling all throughout your body.

As soon as you reach your orgasm and Jack feels you clench your walls around his cock, he’s done for. Grunts escape him as he comes, coating your insides before his body goes limp and falls down onto yours.

“Mhmm that was fucking good..” you tell him, enjoying the bliss of your orgasm that’s still washing over you.

“It really was,” Jack says with trembling breath, moving up so he could look you into your eyes as a lazy smile tugs on his lips.

You smile at him and plant a soft kiss on his mouth before turning your head and catching a glimpse of your alarm clock. Those ten minutes are more than past by now.

“Shit!” you curse out before pushing against Jack’s chest so he’d roll off of you. “M’gonna be fucking late again.” you say as you realize that you still need to get yourself ready and drive over to the hospital.

Jack can only chuckle as he watches you nearly trip over a pair of shoes on your way towards the bathroom. He won’t ever tell you, because he knows you’ll get mad, but Jack thinks you’re adorable whenever you’re pissed off and in a hurry because he made you late for work.

“Ugh, damn you Abbot!” you call out, hearing the soft sounds of his laughter. “Asshole!”