miss grass

The bus was leaving early, 6:00 am sharp. The echoes of Logan, Dean, and Tucker's footsteps woke both you and Garrett up, the door closing and opening loudly, shaking the floor. Somehow, everyone managed to get to the rink on time for pickup. Garrett parked his jeep near Logan’s truck, his face still riddled with sleep. You loved it when he looked this way, grey sweatpants and messy curls, it made you clench your thighs together. You followed Garrett to the bus, watching him put both of your bags underneath it, leading you up the stairs into the bus. You assumed he would have chosen a spot next to Dean and Allie, but he kept walking, all the way to the last row. Stopping slightly, his eyes motioned to the window seat, ushering you to get in. Sliding in gently, you plant yourself against the window. Garrett was putting his backpack in the overhead storage, his shirt rising slightly, showing the V-line of his abs. You bit your lip gently, staring at him.

After clicking the storage area shut, Garrett ducks down to sit next to you, a cheeky smile on his face. “You’re staring, sleepy girl.” It comes out sweet and endearing. “Mm, I can't help it, you’re so beautiful.” You mumble with a sleepy pout while placing your legs in his lap, letting Garrett spread the blanket you brought along across the two of you, his hand finding its home right between your thighs. He slowly rubbed circles on your knee with his thumb, closing his eyes gently. Eventually, once everyone was seated, the bus's engine roared to life, lurching forward slowly onto the open road. You were never able to sleep on car rides, but you managed to fall asleep with Garrett near. Something about his energy calmed you in ways melatonin couldn't.

You let yourself drift off slowly, inhaling the scent of his cedarwood shampoo, your fingers winding his curls softly until you were completely asleep. You loved that Garrett kept you close, whether it was a hand on the hip or a kiss to your forehead, but never something like this. You were shaken awake by your boyfriend's hand now pressed right against your cunt, making your breath hitch. “Gar- w-what are you doing?” you question in a low whisper. Garrett turns his head to meet your gaze slowly, leaning close to your ear. “Paying you back for that little stunt you played at the gala.”

You rolled your eyes, but he had you right where he wanted. “Now be a good girl and lift those pretty little hips for me.” Garrett's voice came out in a low, gruff, sleep-riddled tone that instantly made heat rush between your legs. You obeyed his command nervously, lifting your hips slightly above the seat, allowing him to move your sweatpants and panties down your thighs. “Gar, this whole bus is full of your team and coaches, we can’t do this!” you hiss quietly. All Garrett could do was laugh. “We can do anything as long as you keep your mouth shut, sweetheart.” God, he was totally enjoying this torture. Then, Garrett went to work. His slender fingers are pacing agonizingly slow against your folds, causing your breath to hitch slightly. He worked you slowly, spreading your growing wetness. His thumb started making slow circles on your clit. He was teasing you, and you knew it. “Gar-please, d-do something, stop teasing me,” you pleaded quietly, your breath hitching across his neck as he dipped one finger into your aching entrance. You threw your head back in euphoria, a loud bonk echoing through the bus. Of course, you hit your head on the fucking window. 

“Yo, y'all good back there?” Logan shouted from the front of the bus. Garrett chirped up immediately, not stopping his sweet caresses against your G-spot. “Oh, she’s just fine, Logan. Just getting comfortable,” Garrett shouted from the back of the bus, his finger dipping straight into you. Your eyes were clenched shut in embarrassment, your nails digging into Garrett’s bicep. Garrett’s gaze shifted to you, his eyes dark and hungry. “Now what did I say? If you make a sound, I stop. Now be good. “His tone was low now, a tone he only really used when you two were alone. You sank your teeth into your bottom lip hard, nodding in agreement. Then one finger became two, stretching you around his fingers effortlessly. Small whimpers left from your mouth as you bit your lip harder. Garrett was picking up the pace now; all you could do was bury your head into his neck, attaching your lips swiftly. You sucked, hard, as the familiar feeling of warmth began building in your stomach. You were totally soaking the seat beneath you, but you didn’t care. Your moans were easily muffled with your lips attached to Garrett’s neck, making his hips buck slightly. You slowly ground your hips down into his hand, aching for more contact. He granted your wish happily, letting his other hand rub your clit rhythmically. You two were basically sideways now on the bus, your back was arching slightly into the seat, your thighs beginning to shake. 

“Cmon, babe, let me have it,” Garrett whispers to you as he continues to pump his fingers against your spongey walls. 

You completely shatter right there, your toes curling in your slippers, thighs clenching around your boyfriend’s hands. Your cheeks were flushed from holding your breath, small spots of blood appearing on your lip from your teeth. Garrett leaned down to kiss it away, a satisfied grin on his face. His left hand, which was on your clit grabbed your jaw, forcing you to face him. He was so fucking happy it made you giggle, but when you watch him slowly retreat his other hand that was between your thighs, sticking his soaked fingers straight into his mouth, you felt that familiar warmth brew again. He knew what that did to you. He tapped your hips, asking you to raise them, helping you return your sweatpants up your shaky legs.

 “Dr. Abbot, are you looking for something?” you question him while turning to face him. His hands are in his pockets, and he's looking down at you with that hungry look he gets; he knows it makes your knees buckle. “It’s right in front of me, actually. What I am actually looking for, though, is a solution to this.. Thing.. Between us,” he motions in the space between you two with his finger. You raise an eyebrow, intrigued by what could come next. “Just a bit of harmless flirting, Dr. Abbot. I can stop if I am making you uncomfortable,” you hum sweetly watching him switch the weight under his feet. He breaks eye contact momentarily, shifting his weight underneath him as his cock twitches in his pants. “Okay, this is what is going to happen. I’m going to kiss you, then we are going to go back to work. After the shift is over, we are going to see just how deep this chemistry goes,” he states plainly before cupping your face in his calloused hands and smashing his lips onto yours. You don’t protest; more like you lean into it too much.

 The result of this heated interaction continued with stolen make-out sessions in the stairway, to leaving separately on purpose after the shift just to meet each other in the parking lot. Four years later, you were finally at attending status with a huge rock on your finger and a new last name. The fellow doctors of the ED knew it was coming since your first day at the Pitt; everyone knew how smitten Jack was with you, and the feeling was clearly mutual. 

You and Jack had spoken about kids once you had gotten engaged. At that point, you were still slightly on the fence, but you would do anything for Jack. Hell, you guys went together perfectly, you loved to have him finish inside you, and he loved the ‘illusion’ of being the first and only person to breed you. Something about that word, breed,it sent a chill down your spine every time it fell from his lips. Jack didn’t push you; he loved having you around, and if kids were not in the cards, he was ok with that. Of course, he didn’t give it up for a while. He would always talk about baby names, buying a home, and decorating a nursery, seeing how beautiful you would be pregnant. Honestly, you couldn’t lie, the idea was softening up to you. Jack was the only romantic partner that you had ever had who always showed up. He took his time learning you. From the soap you use, your favorite toothpaste, your favorite songs– especially the ones you danced to in the kitchen. He learned your mind and body language, the signs of when you were overstimulated and needed a break, how shy you would get before asking him to try something new in bed, something he never wanted you to ever fear. With Jack, you quickly learned that to be loved was to be seen, and he saw you fully.

For weeks, you started mentally preparing yourself. Talking yourself through your scary scenarios. What if I tear straight to my asshole? Oh god, Jack is never going to touch me again. What if I poop on the table?! What about postpartum depression? Mastitis? Hemmorraging? A possible c-section. The rambling thoughts made you feel sick to your stomach, mouth watering in the parking lot of your OB/GYN.  Not even talking to Jack about it yet, you had scheduled an appt to remove your IUD with your Gynecologist, and that appointment snuck up on you just like Jack did in that supply room 5 years ago. You manage to bypass the nausea and walk into your doctors office. It was a quick appointment, but hey they let you keep it at your request. 

As it got closer to Jack getting home from his golf game with Robby, you grew antsy. You managed to sterilze the IUD and put it in a small ring box, laying it on the counter next to a bottle of champagne. You knew you were a bit odd for it but Jack loved you for your sick and twisted ways. You were totally not looking forward to getting your period again, something that had been absent from your life over the past 5 years because of the IUD. As you finished plating dinner for the two of you, you heard Jack’s key turn in the lock. Wiping your sweaty palms across your thighs you meet Jack’s gaze as he saunters into your shared apartment, dragging golf clubs behind him. His freckles prominent on his large arms and chest that peeked through his unbuttoned polo shirt. “Well, hello gorgeous. What is all this for?” he cooed with an eyebrow raised reaching a hand out to you, pulling you closer with a soft kiss to your temple. His tone was warm, and appreciative, something that instantly turned you to mush. Heat rushes up your cheeks as you instinctively wrap your arms around his neck, clutching the box in one hand. “I’ve been doing a lot of thinking….” you trail off slowly, bringing the box into both of your views. “Oh yeah? What have you been thinking about, sweetheart?” he murmurs lowly, his hands finding their place on your hips. His eyes studied your face, god he was so beautiful. Flipping open the box, you place it in his hand. “That I’m ready to start trying for a baby,” it comes out shaky, so you try again, “I got my IUD taken out today, I want to have a baby with you, Jack.”

You're chest to chest now, tears pricking his eyes. “First of all, you're sick and hilarious for this IUD present, second of all, I am so fucking happy to hear that. But are you sure? You know I don’t care either way.” his voice is somber and gentle, a small laugh falls from his lips before he presses them to yours. You feel his touch get hungrier as his fingers dig into the sides of your waist, eliciting a small squeak from your chest. Pulling back breathlessly, you notice the shift in Jack’s eyes. They’re darker now, no, ravenous. Before you could register, your legs were wrapped around his waist as he carried you back to your shared bedroom, his lips never leaving your neck. “Goddamn sweetheart, I am going to put you through this fucking mattress until you are leaking my cum for days. Would you like that? You want daddy to fill you up?” 

He knows exactly how to get you going; those words send a warm sensation between your thighs. You nod eagerly, fiddling with the hem of his shirt. “Y-Yes, sir, I want you to fill me to the brim so badly,” 

That’s all it really took for him. His fingers quickly flicked open the button of your jeans, shoving them down your smooth, tanned legs along with your panties. Simultaneously, your hands were right on his belt, tugging it free and tossing it aside. “You have no idea how long I have waited to hear those words come from that pretty mouth. I can’t fucking wait to see you so full of me, sweetie. God, and when you’re pregnant its going to be so hard to keep my hands to myself,” Jack breathes out in between kisses, trailing down your torso. His words make your hips buck as his fingers quickly find your aching clit. A low growl comes from him, bouncing against the skin of your neck as you drag your nails down his back. “You’re driving me crazy, Jack,” you moan out, aching for more contact. You reach down into his silver curls, pulling him back up to your lips. You quickly wrap your legs around his torso and try to flip him onto his back, but he's so freaking huge that he barely budges and just laughs at you. “I love seeing you so eager, sweet girl,” he brushes the hair out of your face as you buck your hips up towards the growing tent in his pants, a small whine coming from your pouty lips. “Baby, you don’t have to beg me to fuck you, I’m going to, but I want it to last,” he growls against your ear. 

Jack then grabs you by the waist, pulling you up to all fours. “Are you going to be a good girl and suck daddy’s cock? Get him nice and ready for you, hm?” he never breaks eye contact when he teases you this way. He knows how much those filthy words affect you; the proof is right there as stars bloom in your eyes as you take in his massive length. He brings the tip of his cock to your swollen lips, “Open,” he commands, and you comply eagerly. “Now suck me like the good girl I know you are,” was all it took for you to take him straight down your throat. His cock fit perfectly down your throat. Hollowing your cheeks out, you begin to pick up a steady rhythm, your right hand palming the remainder of his length that couldn’t fit in your mouth. Tears brimmed in your eyes as you took him deeper, Jack's hands holding your hair in a makeshift ponytail. “There you go, attagirl, that’s it,” he praises you. God, do you love it when he praises you. You feel him begin to twitch in your mouth, his breath hitching as you pull back, a string of spit following your lips. You move away from him, back slowly on the bed, letting your legs fall open, giving him a perfect view of your glistening pussy. Giving Jack head always made you so wet. You wave a finger in a fake scold to Jack, you say, “Mm, mmm, you can’t cum down my throat anymore, baby, only right here.” You watch his gaze follow your fingers down to your aching core as you start to touch yourself. It doesn’t last long until his hands are on your ankles, yanking you forward to the edge of the bed, where he hovers over you. The hungry look in his eye has now shifted to something softer, pure admiration, awe. 

As he drags the tip of his cock against your slippery folds, Jack leans down to press a gentle kiss to your forehead, whispering, “I cannot wait to see what we are about to create,” and he slides home. Filling you up in ways you didn’t even know existed, but Jack took his time with you. Your pleasure was the most important thing to him. You could tell by the look in his eyes that this was really important to him. Your back to arched off the mattress, putting your chest to chest with your husband, a mixture of breathless moans and skin meeting each other filled the room. Jack kept whispering affirmations in your ear while he managed to fill your guts, “God, you are so beautiful. Make that sound again for me again, honey, God, you take me so well.” he knew this would send you into overdrive, and it did. Something about the way he dropped his voice an octave lower, the roughness caressing your ear with every word he said. “S-Say it again, Jack,” you choke out, feeling yourself grow wetter with each word he spoke. Your walls tighten around him instantly. Now, he knows he has you exactly where he wants you. Jack always fucked you stupid, to the point where words were no longer a thing your brain could create, but with each agonizing roll of his hips, you felt closer to him than ever. 

Sweat beaded against the wrinkles in his forehead, his silver curls growing damp with each perfectly timed thrust. Your arousal is seeping out of you down his balls, coating his thighs, a schlick schlick sound made every time your bodies become one. You were so wet you thought he might slip out. He knew your body better than anyone you had ever been with. You were running out of air, no words could form from your lips, and you didn’t even realize you had been holding your breath. Jack slowed down his thrusts to an agonizing pace, hitting your G-spot repeatedly. He lowered himself onto his forearms until his lips were in line with your ear. He knew how much his breathless moans drove you crazy. Your eyes were slammed shut from the intense pleasure. “Stop. Holding. Your. Breath. Let yourself feel good, baby.” his words were gentle, hitting you straight in the chest. Jack was so dedicated to your pleasure, constantly checking that you were feeling good. Seeing you writhing beneath him in pleasure made him come harder than anything.

“Just breathe, baby. I know it feels good, god, you’re gripping me like a fucking vice. You’re doing so good for me. “ Your back arched off the bed with a loud gasp, leaving you, air finally filling your lungs. You could tell he was getting tired; he would never reveal that, though. Jack’s breath hitches slightly as you wrap your legs around his waist, expertly flipping the two of you over, taking him by surprise. Jack is seeing stars. He loves taking care of his girl, but he also loves it when his girl wants to take care of him. Propped up against the headboard, Jack puts his arms behind his head, focusing his gaze on your hips. You start slowly, grinding down onto him softly, taking him to the hilt. A lazy grin creeps up on Jack’s face. You were an unbelievable sight. “God, baby, you look unreal right now. You’re such a good girl. Letting me put a baby in you, God, it was like you were made for me. I love you so much,” each word was followed by a deep circle of your hips, making Jack throw his head back in pleasure.

“God, Jack, I-Im close,” you whimper, fresh tears streaming down your face. You could tell Jack was right there, too, as you gazed into each other's eyes. Jack sped up his thrusts to the point where you could feel the head of his cock kissing your cervix, the only thing you could manage to say were breathless pleas for his cum. Your orgasm washed over you like a tidal wave, eliciting a full sob from your mouth, breaking down against Jack's shoulder. Jack’s release came almost simultaneously to yours, painting your spongey walls with thick ropes of cum, which basically gave you another mini orgasm. He knew how much you loved the feeling of his seed in you. Jack's head fell against your shoulder, caked with sweat, only for a moment until he realized you were crying. He gently wipes a tear from your cheek, not daring to un-unite your bodies. “Oh, sweetheart, why are you crying?” he asks gently. “Because I’m happy, Jack… and I also just had a very intense orgasm,” you giggle out. Jack slowly slips out of you with a breathless laugh before swiftly maneuvering you to where your legs were now raised against the headboard. “Be a good girl and stay like this for 20 minutes, and I’ll make you cum like that again.” You obey happily, wiggling your toes in the air, not only because you were unsure if your legs could function, but because you knew your husband was going to take care of you through this. 

3 months later.

You and Jack had been trying to get pregnant for what felt like ages now, and it just wasn’t working. Wasn’t working to the point you woke up in the middle of the night to your husband glaring at his phone. Despite having his readers on, he still held that phone damn near against his nose. “Babe? What are you doing?” you question lazily. “Doing research. Go back to sleep, baby.” He instructs without even looking from the screen. “I’m doing a juice cleanse. Quitting the cigars and running every day.” He states out of the blue. “And why would you do that?” you meander. “Because I want my sperm to be healthier, maybe it will increase our chances. I also really do not want you to get morning sickness, and apparently, that is a thing that I control,” he’s rambling now. Its so endearing to see him so excited about your future child, how dedicated he is to making sure your pregnancy is as blissful as he can make it. You sit up in bed next to him, running lazy circles over his chest, down his torso, and over his crotch. His breath hitches. “Cmon baby, I’m reading, and you should be sleeping...” he pleads with you. The pleading doesn't last long once your hand dips lower into his sweats, palming him softly. “I just want to show you how much I appreciate you for all the work you're doing for me..” You trail off before sinking lower on the bed. “Jesus Christ, woman, you’re going to be the death of me..” he chuckles while reaching to take off his readers. “No. Leave them on,” you demand before wrapping your lips around his length, sending him into sheer bliss. 

You both slept well that night. 

Jack was not kidding. He was taking this beyond seriously. Getting his sperm count tested regularly, running before you both had shifts, no more beer, and definitely no more cigars. He made sure that you never left the house without a full cunt. He was desperate for that positive pregnancy test, even if you told him that was not how it works. 

The day you got your first positive pregnancy test, you and Jack were both amidst two large trauma cases that had come in from the ambulance bay. Ever since you started trying, you began keeping a stash of tests in your locker. On this particular day you just felt off. Your period was late, but only by two days, something that proved not to be alarming. But god your tits hurt. It always felt amazing when Jack had your tits in his mouth, but this morning, they were extra sensitive. You could barely stand through the crike you had to perform shortly after coming in. Something was off. Once you managed to get a moment to yourself, you slipped off to the locker room for a test. Yes, you worked at a hospital and could totally do it there, but you and Jack were not ready to share the news that you were trying yet. You quickly stuffed the plastic test into your scrub pants, sneaking off to the restrooms in chairs. 

Your hands shook mercilessly. The results of this test were going to change your life forever. After flushing the toilet and washing your hands, you waited. You made sure to get the digital ones, not wanting to take a chance. You stood against the wall, letting its coolness cool your neck. You couldn’t stand still, so you did what you did best: you paced. Back and forth against the wall of the small bathroom. A small, faint beep shook you from your thoughts. Your heart sank to your ass as you slowly approached the test on the edge of the sink. Thank god you flipped it over, it didn’t feel real yet. Okay on three, one, two, three. You turn the test over in your hand, and in big bold letters read PREGNANT. A gasp fell from your mouth as you dropped the test into the sink. No fucking way. A sharp knock on the bathroom door made you jump. Jesus, how long have I been in here?

You shoved the test back into your scrub pocket with a giddy smile, quickly apologizing to the patron who had been waiting, and returning to work. The rest of the shift went quickly, and you could not wait to tell Jack the exciting news. He noticed the pep in your step, just assumed you finally got some sleep. 

 By the time you and Jack got home, you couldn’t contain your excitement. Both of you immediately headed to the shower, a long-standing tradition in your relationship. Jack was sitting in his shower chair, watching you wash his hair while standing between his legs. His hands caressed up and down your torso, hips, and thighs. After rinsing the shampoo from his dark curls, you climbed into his lap. You could feel how bricked up he was getting just having your bare pussy against his cock. You let your hands continue playing with his hair, an eager smile on your face. 

“What’s got my girl so happy this morning, hm?” Jack questions lightly, raising an eyebrow. His hands were on your back now, bringing you closer to him. Sometimes you felt like he wanted you inside him and not the other way around; he never got enough of you. 

 “Oh, I’m just thinking about what color we should paint the nursery,” a sing-songy tone coming from your lips. A laugh comes from Jack. 

“Well sweetheart, you have to be pregnant first before we even start talking about paint colors…” he trails off when he sees your mile wide grin on your face, wrapping your arms around his neck. 

“Well, isn’t it a good thing that is already taken care of?” You’re giggling now, watching the realization set into Jack’s face. He doesn’t say anything, he just grabs your face and kisses you under the warm spray of the shower. It's slow, tender, and mesmerizing. 

“Are you serious? We’re actually going to have a baby?” Jack’s voice was near a whisper, cracking at the edges. All you could do was nod, a low sob coming from your chest. “Yeah, Jack, we're gonna have a baby,” you assure him right as he lands a large smack to your ass. “Jack Abbot!” you scold him carelessly. “What? You think we could try for twins?” He's laughing loudly now, clearly proud of himself. “I don’t think it works that way, but we can try,” you laugh at his candor, kissing his lips and sinking down onto him, feeling right at home.