Hoffmann

Chapter 6: Morning

It’s still dark out when Robby gets up for work. Despite the ache in his lower back from last night, he manages to get out of the bed quietly, careful to detangle himself without waking anyone else. He takes a minute to just stare at his bed and the people currently in it. His beautiful wife, shock of red hair splayed out around her, curled onto her side, wrapped around his beautiful Jack. He smiles a little, wishing he could stay here forever: the three of them and this ridiculously large bed that Charlie insisted on. He busies himself getting ready for the day; shower, coffee, breakfast. By the time he has to leave, he’s so enamored with how he woke up this morning that for the first time in a long time, he thinks about retiring. He doesn’t actually want to- he loves the Pitt too much (despite everything he might say) and knows he has at least ten more good years in him. But for this? To wake up every morning in a bed with his favorite people? To not have to get up before dawn, and be able to naturally wake up with them and the sun and laze about, exploring each other at their leisure? He would do a lot of things to be able to get that every single morning. But he knows part of what makes it perfect is how he doesn’t get that constantly, knows that too much of a good thing is still too much. He can’t imagine a time where this would ever be too much, but he knows he’d miss the Pitt either way. So he kisses Charlie and Jack softly on the top of the head before grabbing his helmet and leaving for the day. “Love you.” He whispers to the room, knowing they can’t hear him, but hoping they know he says it every time anyway.

Jack wakes up naturally around 7:30, still entirely too early for Charlie. But once he starts to toss, she’s fluttering her eyes open as well. “Hi.” He says simply as her eyes finally land on him, voice rough and deep with sleep.

“Why are you so sexy this early? Not fair,” she responds with a frown, picking up a pillow to shove in his face. He laughs as he deflects it with one hand and grabs her wrist with the other. He pulls her over so she’s resting on top of him, albeit at an odd angle. She leans down to kiss him, unhurried and deep. It’s not long before she’s repositioned herself to be straddling him, morning wood poking at her core.

“God, I can’t remember the last time I got to wake up like this,” Jack mumbles in between kisses.

“I do. Valentine’s Day. You were on nights, and Robby had off. I’m surprised you were even able to walk by the time we were through with you,” Charlie remembers fondly. Jack's dick twitches at the thought, remembering the way Robby had taken him apart over and over that day. “Aww,” Charlie coos. “You miss him, don’t you?”

Jack just rolls his eyes and bring Charlie’s lips back to his to shut her up. Charlie begins to grind her hips against Jack absentmindedly, and the man’s breath starts to quicken and stutter.

“C'mon baby girl,” Jack whispers in her ear, grabbing at the meat of her thighs. “You gonna ride me?”

Charlie nods and goes to position herself onto Jack's cock, which already looks painfully hard.

“Hold on," he says, and pushes himself up on the bed so he’s sitting. It’s Charlie’s turn to roll her eyes as she settles back into his lap. “Just gotta be touching as much of me as possible…”

“Always, Lottie. Always wanna touch my girl.” Charlie gets goosebumps at the way he speaks to her, and lifts herself enough to hold Jack's cock in place and slide down on it, gasping a little at the intrusion. “Fucking hell,” he grumbles, wrapping his arms around her back, pulling her in for another kiss, and keeping them pressed together as she starts to grind in his lap.

Her hands make their way into his hair, and pull at the little curls there. With the way Jack has them pressed together, Charlie can’t get much leverage, but neither of them mind. The slow grind of her clit against him and the feeling of Jack deep as possible in her is enough to have them both gasping- especially this early in the morning, still a little spent from the night before. Using the angle to her advantage, she starts to kiss and suck at Jack's neck and jaw, over the short stubble there, anywhere she can manage to get her lips on him. Once she finds a good spot that makes him moan, she stops where she’s at and bites. Jack lets up his grip a little and slides his hands down over her body, finally resting at her ass. She uses the slight freedom and the momentum of his hands to start to bounce, just enough to get a rhythm going. Her arms are wrapped around his neck and she brings his face in close to hers to kiss again, swallowing down the noises he’s making. His hands knead and pull at the flesh of her ass, hard enough to bruise, encouraging her to go faster. She pulls back from his lips to throw her head back, face scrunched in concentration as she lets out pinched little moans. Jack knows she’s close, from the way she starts to mix in a grind after each bounce, from the noises she’s making, from the face, from everything. He’s seen this enough times, made her absolutely fall apart on him enough times, that he could put a timer to it if he really wanted to.

He surges forward to lick and suck and bite at the column of her neck and her shoulder. He spends the brief moments when his mouth is not otherwise occupied whispering all her favorite things in her ear. “My good girl. My little Lottie, you gonna cum for me? You gonna be good and cum around my cock? C'mon sweetheart, let me feel you.”

She can do nothing but moan and nod in response, right on the edge. Jack brings one hand up to her chin, grabs her face, and forces her head forward. “Look at me.” Her eyes snap open and find his already trained on her, mouth a little agape and pupils blown, short grey curls a mess from sleep. He nods at her in encouragement and it’s enough to finish her off. She slows to a deep grind and Jack is right being her, watching her shake and clench in his grasp. He finishes inside her with a deep groan, and relaxes back against the headboard. Charlie stays in his lap, curled against his chest, him softening in her slowly. He starts to stroke her back, her hair, her sides. Anywhere his hands can reach, Jack's touching and pressing little kisses. He’s telling her how good she is, how well she takes him, how beautiful she looks like this.

Charlie just smiles at the compliments and lets them soak into her skin with the morning sun creaking through the window. She could fall back asleep like this, sitting up with him still fully seated inside her, melting into his chest. But she knows the comfort will soon turn to sticky displeasure. So she gingerly lifts herself off of him, letting out a little gasp as they disconnect, and rolls to the side of him on the bed. He leans down to smother her in more kisses, putting his hands on her again- never getting enough. She laughs at his neediness and meets his lips half-way once she can, and reaches for his hand as he leans over her. She wishes Robby was here to field some of Jack's restless energy, but also just because she wants him there. Because they’d all be better for it.

“Alright, alright,” she finally says, when his kisses start getting a little lower on her body and she knows he's angling for another round. He looks up at her from the spot his head had stopped at her sternum, all hazel eyes and innocent expression. “We gotta get up. Be people.”

His face sours. “We don’t have to. I don’t have work for hours. And you have the day off.” He goes back to kissing down her stomach, stubble scratching in the best way. “We could spend all day here,” he whispers into her hip.

Charlie ignores the shivers it sends up her spine. She makes a mental note to find a day when all three of them have off and do just that, actually. Maybe even get out of the city, rent a little place for the weekend out further in the woods. It would probably be good for them. But not today.

“I have a house to put back together," Charlie props herself up on her elbows and reminds him.

“Are you kidding?” he laughs, laying his head down on her stomach, not yet giving up completely. “I think Mohan might have vacuumed for you at one point last night. The house is spotless.”

“I assure you, it is not. You don’t have to help, you can just sit there and look cute. But I need to get up.” She emphasizes her last sentence by carding her fingers into his hair and pulling up, a move that gets a hearty moan out of him.

“Oh that’s not fair!” he complains, as she wiggles out of his grasp with the distraction and jogs into the ensuite to start her day, laughing at him as she goes.

End Notes:

Jack Abbot physical touch love language truther. and acts of service. Robby likes physical touch and quality time.