ILUVIT212

Growing older really takes away some sparks.

While Americans are out there in their backyards, having a barbecue or a nice little pool party in this July heat, you're in here, clocking in for a shift in hell, aka the ED of PTMC.

And just a few years ago, you would've been home, helping your mom decorate the backyard. Or helping your dad move all the beer into the fridge in the garage. But the Fourth of July doesn't mean the same to you anymore. Not after you moved away.

At the ripe age of 21 you packed your bags after finishing med school and drove until you settled here in Pittsburgh, started at the Pitt as an intern all the way to now a third year resident. And fuck, these halls have seen you in many stages of life. But you're proud to say it never got to see you in one particular phase.

The 'I met a man and he's the one and I'm so dependent on him' phase.

God forbid you even thought that way. You might've left home but the words your mother taught you always remained in the back of your skull. To never depend on anyone. Especially on men. And well, the first step of independence started for you at 21 years old.

The day you stopped being daddy's little girl, put your big girl pants on and moved out with a barely functioning car, a dream and a prayer marked the beginning of a new era.

And now, independent, out of that small town you find yourself having a successful life. But a successful life doesn't always mean a contented life.

"Man...it has been a while and I'm solo this weekend...I need to get laid." Mckay sighs, standing next to you at the nurse's desk. Mohan glares at her after just having complained about how her mother followed lust rather than love.

Cassie presses her lips into a straight line and looks back down at the computer in front of her.

You however laugh. "Yeah, like sex will fix everything."

"Well, it does relieve the stress."

"Oh, I'm sure of that," you start and type the last few words into your tablet. "But, there is much more stress following. So, let's say you find the right one, then what? He invites you to dinner on the next day but you've been ignoring how much you actually hate him for the last few hours just because you wanted to get some." You say, turning to her as your side leans against the desk.

It's McKay's turn to glare.

"Didn't know you were this heated about this." She quirks her brow.

"Well, Cassie, life isn't always about getting through the night. You keep living for the night and you're gonna wake up next to a six foot problem that won't leave your side because he thinks he has claimed you for life just cause you gave him a blow job."

Samira's jaw aches a bit from how her mouth remains slightly open. Cassie just chuckles, it's not usual for you to talk like this. So vulgar, so pent up. But it's true. You're frustrated, desperate. You haven't had sex in ages. Let alone good sex.

"That's why you tell him that it's casual from the first second," McKay adds.

"I tried." You shrug. "Oh, please, let me come over baby. I will fuck you so good you will think twice about casual by the time I'm done with you." You dramatically clasp your hands together and plead. That earns even a chuckle from Samira.

"The whole thing is that men just assume they can stick around just cause they were able to make you come, which you didn't. You faked it because after two minutes of rude rubbing and grunting all you wanted to do was to just go home and block his contact everywhere."

"Okay, you totally ruined my mood now." Mckay nods, fumbles with the necklace around her neck. You smile smugly, look at her and she mirrors you. You both laugh a little and look over to Samira.

"A little too much before 8AM, huh?" Cassie scrunches her face.

"Yeah, definitely too much talking when you have patients waiting." A sharp combination of hands clapping against each other and Robby's voice sends shivers down your spine.

"Dr. Robby." You turn around and look up at him.

"This emergency department cares about patient satisfaction scores, not about your sexual satisfaction. So, please..keep that to yourself. Now," he clasps his hands together. "Will you be able to treat your patients or do some rude rubbing and grunting for 2 minutes until your patient fakes their satisfaction just to get out of here and find a better hospital?"

You look around to McKay and Mohan, to see if what you're hearing is real. It is.

"N-no, no..I'll be good." You nod.

"Good. Now go." His mocking smile is wide and makes your cheeks heat up as you walk off with your tablet tucked under your arm.

Mckay clears her throat and quickly logs off the computer, walks away from the awkward situation. Now, only Mohan and Robby remain at their spots. "Whatever." She mumbles and Robby walks off too.

After that, things go unusually slow. Robby glares at you more than usual. Of course he does. You just ranted about how unsatisfied and sexually frustrated you were and your boss out of all people heard all about it.

Every time you slipped up, made a small mistake he clicked his tongue on the roof of his mouth. And each time a layer of blush crept into your skin. Was this some sick joke? Blaming every minor mistake on your failing sexual life? Making you sweat each time upon hearing that click of his tongue like Pavlov's dog.

Like a slow drag the 7th hour of your shift moved in and so did a gurney, Attending Physician Jack Abbot, who was supposed to be off today right beside but not dressed in usual scrubs but rather in tactical gear. Sadly, you had other patients and even if you didn't, you wouldn't go running to assist as you saw Robby stand there in trauma one. He'd only find the right opening to humiliate you even further.

You know Jack. Everyone knows him. Veteran, Night shifts attending. He keeps on doing overtime, staying behind even after handoff sometimes. So, if you only work days, you'd still know him. You've worked nights before, but switched back to days shortly after your first rotation.

Something about the night just changes patients, makes you want to put in your two weeks' notice and quit.

During the few shifts together Jack Abbot was a good attending. Hovering during traumas, making someone know that he is there if you need him but not exactly stepping in at the slightest shake of your hands. Just a simple "you got it" from this man was enough to steady shaky hands.

And of course, he was good looking. This made you think twice about quitting and rather pouncing on him at 7AM handoffs.

Whatever. It was never something that serious. Just a little crush. Guess that's automatic for you. You see an old man with some salt and pepper who just naturally slips into the role of a mentor. It's just something about the way you can tell how much older they are than you when you're talking. Does the job.

And that gear he has on? That definitely does the job. Makes you wonder how long it would take to take it off. You're pulled out of your thoughts when the test results you came to the nurses' desk for blink in the inbox of the computer in front of you.

Later, you're rubbing disinfectant between your palms as you pass an examination room, the door wide open. You stop dead in your tracks. Was that Jack? Pulling the curtain closed behind him?

Without much thought you walk into the room, open the curtain enough to walk in.

Jack Abbot, like some Greek god, pulls his shirt over his head, back muscles flexing. He turns his head at the sound of your steps.

"Oh- shit, sorry." You mumble and turn to leave but notice the wound on his shoulder.

"Are you alright?"

Jack clears his throat. "Yeah. A bullet grazed my shoulder." He says, as if it's a casual thing to say.

"God, and you didn't think about telling anyone?" You cross your arms over your chest, circling him where he sits on the bed, inspecting the wound more closely. Jack reaches back with a cotton swab but huffs as he isn't able to really reach the wound.

"It's nothing bad. Just need to cover it. Didn't open up a chart. I want this to stay off the record. Want to go home with no paperwork for once." He grunts as he tries to reach back once more.

"Wait, I'll help." You put on gloves and take the swab from him.

"So, did you sew back any fingers together yet?" He asks, crossing his arms over his naked chest, freckled skin over his bicep stretching along with the muscle itself.

"Plenty." You mumble, focusing on the wound as you take care of it.

"Im glad im off. Would've been a mess tonight."

"Think Shen will handle it?"

"Dr. Shen will have to handle it." His lips curl up to a smile.

"You celebrating tonight?" You ask.

"Yeah, something like that." His voice is raspy.

"Like what? Loud music, beer and barbecue in the backyard and a few fireworks to end the night?" You smirk. He would take barbecue duty seriously too. Beer in one hand, wearing a cap to hide away from too much sun, tongs in the other hand, flipping sausages on the grill.

"Not really going for that." Jack snorts. "What? You're not that level of patriotic then?" "I am, to a reasonable level. What about you? How patriotic do you get?" He turns his head a bit to look back at you.

"My dad used to invite over lots of people, many of whom I didn't know who they were. His work friends would slip me a beer when he wasn't looking because I was still underage. But I don't celebrate anymore. Not since moving out. My mom still invites me. But, well, it's complicated. My Dad still holds this grudge against me for moving out."

Jack chuckles. "So what? You were daddy's little girl or something like that?"

"Yeah, something like that. Had to grow up one day." You laugh. "Right. Had to put on your big girl pants and leave, did you?"

Was he speaking after glancing into your mind or how did he know what exactly to say?

"Yeah, that's how it went." You smirk.

He laughs. It's making it hard for you to take care of the wound carefully. You accidentally jab him. He grunts.

"That's what you get." You shake your head. "Now stay still."

"Thought you were born independent, actually."

You press your lips into a thin line and finish up by covering the wound. Jack stands up and tosses away the things splayed over the sheet he had laid out earlier. You take off your gloves and toss them into the bin.

"So, you're alone tonight?" He asks, turning to look at you, still very shirtless. You lean back against the wall and nod. Hair a bit of a mess from moving around all day.

"I'm cooking tonight. If you want, you can come over. We could catch up a bit. I could convince you to switch to nights again. You worked well with the nightcrawlers." He quirks his head to the side.

"That food has to be really good to do some convincing." You smile smugly.

It's not everyday where you get invited to dinner, and also you don't really want to be alone all the damn time. It's a good opportunity to have some good food and a nice chat with someone who was good to talk to. You'd also curse yourself if you missed out on a night at Jack Abbot's house.

"Yeah, sure. I'll come over."

"Good. Oh, and Robby will be there too." He says.

Your eyes twitch just slightly. He's not facing you anymore to see it, gladly. He grabs his T-shirt and pulls it over his head. Just as you're about to talk, make up an excuse saying that you actually had some plans you forgot about a voice cuts you off.

"Mr. Diaz!" Samira's voice is loud and she yanks the curtains wide open. And instead of her patient, there you are, leaning against the wall, hair a mess. And then of course Jack Abbot, pulling on his shirt. In the hall, Robby passes by, brows furrowed at the sight. You scratch the back of your neck.

"I should.." you point to the door and creep away.

By the end of the shift, you've taken your hair out of the restricting hair tie, massaging your scalp as your forehead presses against the cool desk. You're so sick of sunburnt and dehydrated people today and you're already doing 3 hours of overtime due to the power outage.

You rub at your face, scalp, anything to relieve the pain but your aches don't go away. It's because you know what awaits you. You're feeling down because of Robby, and now your ass has gotten you into a situation where you will have to stay with him after hours. What a fucking day.

You gather your hair together into a ponytail and write your last chart for the day. Finally. Having done it a thousand times already you chart quickly, typing with efficiency. And soon, you're finally done. Now you just need to get to the bus and drive home.

You stretch, say your goodbyes. The others decide to go to the rooftop together to watch the fireworks but you don't know if you'll be able to keep yourself from going insane if you stay more than absolutely necessary in this hell hole. You go to the lockers, grab your bag and walk through the exit of the ED. Finally.

"Ah-ah." A click of the tongue makes you stop.

"You're going over to Jack's place too, right?"

You turn around. "Yeah. Why?"

"Come with me. You take the bus. Let me give you a ride."

"No, I gotta go home first-"

"No, come on. He's been waiting. His patience wears off."

"But you drive that motorcycle. I'm not getting on that."

Robby sighs. "That's why you're so frustrated. Have some fun for once. Come on. I'll drive slowly." He says as he walks over to said bike, tapping the seat, motioning for you to get over.

You mumble a bit, but then walk over. Swing one leg over the motorcycle and look at Robby. Robby smiles widely and chuckles. He puts the helmet in his hand on your head, secures it and taps his knuckle on the hard shell once. Then, he gets on too. Your front presses fully against his back. He reaches back, grabs your arms and wraps them around his waist.

Your fingers grab onto the material of his jacket, feeling the softness of his tummy under it.

"Hold on tight." He warns.

And by the time you arrive, standing at Jack's front door your legs are still wobbly. Bastard. I'll drive slowly, my ass. Your hair is even messier now. You run your fingers through it. The neighbourhood is loud. American flags hang outside, swaying in the wind.

There is loud music playing a few yards over. The smell of barbecue is familiar in your nose too.

The Door opens. "Finally." Jack grunts, steps aside and lets the both of you in.

And it goes by smoother than you think. You eat dinner, steak. It's delicious too. What else is Jack Abbot so damn good at? Does he have to be perfect in everything he does?

By the time you're done eating, no one moves to clean up, stand up and go home. You're talking comfortably. But then, what you've been dreading the whole day happens.

"Did you really mean that? That thing you were talking about with McKay and Mohan." Robby looks at you, a smile from previous laughs shared lingering on his face.

Your smile however drops in embarrassment. Of course, he had to bring it up.

"Can we not?"

"What? What did I miss?"

"A lot.", "Nothing." You both say at the same time.

"Did you know-" Robby turns over to Jack. "No, Robby. I got it. Gonna keep it away from work next time, alright?" You interrupt.

Jack snorts. "I really gotta know now."

"Turns out she's been out there acting all tough because she couldn't find the one to make her come in bed."

Your face scrunches together.

"What? That's so not what I said-"

"S'that true?" Jack raises his brows.

"No...kinda. It's really more than that. He's just trying to embarrass me the whole day."

"There's nothing to be embarrassed about in here, alright? Whats wrong. You can tell me." He glares at Robby. "Us."

"It's just..ever since I moved out, I have this feeling that I have to prove to everyone that I can keep to myself. But really, that's just making me end up alone and miserable."

"She's been getting disappointed during hook-ups. Faking orgasms." Robby oversimplifies your answer.

"You.." you scoff, burying your hand in your face.

"Faking orgasms? Why? That's not good, you know that right?"

"I know. They were just not able to get it done."

"She said she gets sick of them after two minutes," Robby adds.

"Sounds to me like you're impatient."

"Im not impatient. I know what I want." You nod.

This conversation was getting too much by the second. A total HR violation.

"You do?" Robby quirks his brows.

"What do you want?" Jack asks.

Sitting across from you they glare at you. And you're aware enough to tell that the energy has shifted long ago.

God bless America! Your lungs almost scream out as they scramble for air. How the hell did this happen? You sit on Jack's bed, both of the attendings on each of your sides, taking turns claiming your lips. Robby's beard scratches your neck as he assaults the skin roughly. Not in an obnoxious angry way. Rather the good kind. Jack's lips are hungry against yours, fighting back the dominance you've built up for years.

They both part from you, breathing heavily.

"What do you want?" Robby asks, and Jack's hand squeezes your thigh.

"I want you." You huff.

"We know that already," Jack says and Robby snorts.

Jack glances at Robby for a split second and moves his hand from your thigh over to the hem of your shirt. "Up." He says and on command, your arms move up and he pulls the fabric up and tosses it away. His hands move to the clasp of your bra. He fumbles with it and it finally opens. He strips the straps off your shoulders and the fabric joins your shirt on the floor.

"Lie back," Robby says. And you do it. You lie down, arms at your sides. You shift your head and look at them. They scan how soft your breasts look. But they don't touch. Not yet.

Robby's hands go to the waistband of your pants and he pulls them down, along with your panties, and tosses them away.

Both of their breaths hitch.

"So pretty." Jack's voice rumbles in his throat.

"Should've told us earlier. That's why you're so tense at work?" Robby's gaze is so intense you roll your head away from their gaze.

It's lewd, how you lie naked in front of both of your attendings like this. Who would've thought?

"Come on, spread your legs. Been waiting for too long." Jack says, tapping your knee.

"Look, told you he gets impatient. You don't want him to get mean. Show us."

You swallow down a lump in your throat and do as they say. You spread your thighs apart, let them get a full look at how wet you are.

Robby looks over to Jack and their lips tug up into smirks.

"Now touch yourself. Show us how you make yourself come." Robby locks his eyes on yours, staring so intensely with those brown eyes. Jack however can't tear his eyes away from the spot between your thighs. And god, you see him leaning in slightly but stopping himself.

This is supposed to be about you. Taking care of you. He fights himself from burying his face right between your thighs and making you come on his tongue until it makes up for the years of dissatisfaction. He wants to spoil you so bad. Maybe once again you'd take the role of daddy's little girl for him. And Robby, of course.

Your lips tremble in embarrassment. "I can't." You whine, pressing your thighs together. Your body shudders as you take a deep breath.

"Come on, baby. You gotta show us what you want first. You said that men don't get the job done for you, did you not? Come on. You gotta help us out here." Jack scoots closer on the bed, gripping your knee with his warm and rough hand.

"You're a big girl, you can do it." Robby touches your other knee, leans in and presses a kiss onto the skin of your leg. Slowly, they both pry open your thighs softly, not like you're putting up a fight. No, you let them. Maybe that's all you need. To know that they're there. Always by your side. Ready to catch you if you fall. Ready to touch you when you need to feel them.

You take a deep breath and move your hand between your thighs. The skin catches on your tummy on the way down, the silent sound of skin sliding across skin loud in the intense room. Then, your fingers move in slow circles.

Your face scrunches up, lips still trembling from utter shame. It really has been a while. And this? This is completely new territory for you. Being so intimate with two men. Your superiors. Maybe even more than 20 years older than you. It's intense. Makes the hairs on your body stand up, and goosebumps form on your skin whether you like it or not.

The men sitting there on the bed in front of you, between your spread thighs, look at your fingers working on your clit in small circles. Their hands on your knees tighten as if they're saying 'don't you dare stop now' or 'you got it'. You don't know. But it's encouraging you to get bolder. Your fingers pick up on speed.

"Yeah. Keep going." Robby's voice cracks as he coos.

At that, you whine, your breath hitches, your stomach tightens. Your whole body has a damn reaction just to his encouragement. Your head rolls back on the pillow. Lewd, wet sounds fill the room and you get more and more vocal by the second. Your thighs tremble, the stimulation of the bundle of nerves bringing you to your climax too fast.

"Slow down. Don't rush it." Jack remarks.

Your fingers slow down as you look at Jack with big eyes.

"Didn't tell you to stop, baby. Go on. Keep touching yourself." He nods and you pick up on speed again, but this time a little slower. "Yeah. Just like that." His voice spurs you on, and you lay your head back against the pillow, spreading your legs a little further.

Your hips roll off the mattress, chasing the pleasure. You're so close. Your fingers rub smaller, tighter circles. Your breath catches in your throat.

"Fuck." You mumble, feeling your limbs turning heavier by each passing second.

"You gonna come?" Robby's hand goes from your knee, up and down the length of your thigh. You nod quickly.

"Yeah..so close." You whine, chest heaving.

Jack swallows hard, blinks a few times.

"Okay, stop."

"What?.. I was so close..please.." Your fingers slow down.

"It's okay." He coos, leans down, kisses your inner thigh. The high dies down in your core as you remove your fingers, resting your hand on your stomach as you catch your breath.

You take a deep breath, focus on the kisses from Jack spread along the length of your thigh.

But the pressure in your core builds up quickly when a round hand presses down on your stomach, the other trailing down to rub at your clit, gathering your juices spilling from your entrance to rub faster, meaner.

You moan loudly this time. Robby smiles.

"Let us hear you. Don't hold back."

But what makes you raise your head off the pillow is Jack's kisses getting closer and closer to your core. It's too much. All those kisses getting closer and closer, the hand pressing down on your stomach, the skilled and much larger fingers rubbing at your sensitive pussy. You could come any second now.

"S'too much." You whine.

Robby laughs, mockingly. The kind you've gotten used to in the ER.

"We're just getting you ready. You sure you've been unsatisfied with past partners? Or were you just greedy, looking for attention? Hoping someone would hear you talking like that to McKay and Mohan?" His voice leaves that usual taunting edge in your mind, making it foggy.

"N-no. Not greedy." You mumble. The mumbling gets replaced by a loud moan and two of Robby's large fingers enter you, Jack's lips replacing his fingers and sucking on your clit.

"You sure about that?" Robby rubs the pads of his fingers against your spongey walls, clicks his tongue at the roof of his mouth at the way you're basically sucking him in.

Jack hums against your clit, brows furrowing at your taste. He sucks the nub into his mouth, draws tight circles with his tongue. Just like how you showed them.

And with all the pressure it doesn't take long at all until you come undone with a cry. Jack grips your thigh, holding you in place, tongue torturously licking at your clit.

Robby's fingers inside you, utterly soaked, guide you through the intensity of your orgasm.

You don't remember coming that hard in a long time.

Your thighs are a shaking mess and out of mercy, they finally let go of you. Let you breathe out properly for once. Jack lick lis lips, Robby pops his fingers into his mouth and licks them clean.

You press your trembling thighs together, letting your arm rest over your eyes, shutting out the light, slowly coming to your senses.

"That was.." you start.

Jack interrupts.

"Only the beginning."

"And good for you, I know exactly what you need. Greedy girl. You trust us right?" Robby stands up from the bed, and so does Jack.

You lift your arm from your face and blink a few times.

"Yeah, I do."

"Come here." Robby motions for you to come sit on the edge of the bed, over to the side where he stands. You scoot over, legs already weak. Your naked feet touch the floor and you look up at Robby.

"You're such a pretty girl, you know that? So beautiful when you come." He cups your face with one hand, the other gripping the back of your neck. He leaned down, capturing your lips in his.

The kiss is messy. All tongue and teeth. His hand grips your neck tightly, makes you feel all fuzzy in the stomach all over again. Maybe you are just a greedy little girl.

Behind you, on the other side of the bed, Jack takes off his clothes one by one. Once completely undressed he rolls his shoulders once. The bullet graze wound burns a bit. But he shoves away the feeling. Nothing he hadn't dealt with before.

He sits down on the edge of the bed, fingers working on taking off his prosthetic skillfully. He grunts as he puts it away to the side and rubs his sore muscle. The sloppy sounds of your kisses completely make him forget the pain.

He scoots over to sit in the middle of the bed. Robby pulls away from the kiss and bites into your neck once, taking in the way you smell. Your eyes flutter shut at how his beard scratches your skin, teeth dig in and make it sting. He gives one last kiss on your jaw and pulls away, turns away to finally take off his clothes too. When you turn your head you see Jack sitting there against the headboard, naked.

And fuck, he's so sexy. So huge. Muscles and the obvious other thing between his legs, of course.

Without words needing to be said you crawl over, settle on his lap, each knee digging into the mattress next to his thighs. His hands immediately settle on your hips.

"Good girl." He looks you in the eyes and tucks loose strands of hair behind your ear. He leans in, leaves kisses along the curve of your neck, all over your shoulders. He sucks at the skin, leaving behind marks only to be seen by him and Robby. You're fully theirs for tonight.

You had complained all about men and their self proclaimed right to declare a woman as theirs after thinking they rocked their world by the ability of making them come.

You're against it, all the way. But tonight? The real thing didn't even begin and you're here, already thinking about calling them up, both at the same time, if you're needy the next time. You know, with them you won't have to make up half assed excuses. You'd totally let them claim you.

Jack's hands smooth over your skin, settle at your ass, grip the flesh tightly. He grabs you, pulls you closer until your tummy touches his. And you absolutely feel his cock twitch against your thigh now. You breathe out, tilt your head back, give him more space to bruise your skin with his mouth. When he bites exactly over the spot where Robby's teeth had left a red imprint you actually moan. That, well that makes Jack grind his hips up, his tip smearing his pre all over your thigh.

When Robby returns to the bed, naked too, he gets on the bed behind you. His hands wrap around your body, snake up to the front, cup your breasts. His hands are so large they almost swallow your tits up whole. His thumbs brush over your nips and you huff as they stiffen at the attention.

Robby gathers your hair and tosses the strands over your shoulder. He leaves kisses all over the back of your neck and works together with Jack like they've been doing this for decades.

And maybe they did. They have known each other for a long time. Befriended each other early for a reason. They each had this energy about themselves but emitted a whole different energy when working together. And that obviously transferred into the bed too, obviously.

Under you, Jack shifts. He lies down flat on his back, hissing as his wound gets accustomed to the new weight.

One of Robby's hands goes down your body, to your pussy. You whine immediately as his fingers catch onto your sensitive clit. He gathers some of your slickness and removes his fingers from you, a shameless rope of the thick juice still connecting his fingers and your pussy.

He reaches forward and grabs Jack's cock. Your breath hitches. They've definitely done this before. You bite your lips, watch as he strokes Jack's cock with his hand that's covered with your lust. Jack's cock stands straight, proud, pink tip leaking pre cum, mixing with your juices.

Jack breathes out, hips grinding up into Robby's palm. Robby's other hand which was still around your body, squeezing your breast pulls you back, closer to him. Is this normal? To be so damn large? His own cock presses against your ass and it's bigger than Jack's, as far as you can tell. But you had already figured that. He is a really large man. Only normal for all his assets to match it.

Robby guides Jack's cock over to your pussy, rubs it along your slit, catching onto your clit. Your breath catches in your throat, you almost tip forward but his arm around you keeps you steady. Jack's hands come up to rest on your hips again. And when Robby guides Jack's tip along your slit and it catches onto your entrance jack pulls you down by your hips.

"Oh..oh, fuck.." you whine, back arching. Your insides pulse, stretch wide as they're forced to take all of Jack all of a sudden.

Jack groans underneath you and grips your flesh tightly. "Yeah, fuck. Take me. Just like that." He breathed out.

Robby places soothing kisses on your cheek, his hand on your chest going to your stomach and smoothing over the skin. He takes his other hand that was just on Jack's cock and wraps it around his own, breathing heavily against your cheek.

"Come on, sweetheart. Ride me. You gotta help me out here." Jack grunts, lifting his hips off the mattress to grind up into you.

And you do put in the work. You raise your hips and slam back down rhythmically. You moan as his cock slips out of you, only to fill you back to the brim. Under you, Jack is a groaning mess, mumbling combinations of 'so warm' and 'so tight' over and over again.

Suddenly, your back is pushed down from the back. You brace your hands on each side of Jack's head on the pillow. Robby's large hand is on your shoulder, roughly holding you down. He grips your hip with his other hand, fingers gripping into your skin.

Robby's hand reaches down to where your body interlocks with Jack's. It feels weird. You shudder, insides pulsing once, testing whether to like or hate the touch. Robby swipes his fingers at your slickness and collects it on his fingers as he did earlier. Then, strokes his cock with the same hand.

For a second, you think he's getting all lubed up to enter your ass. You wouldn't mind. On any other day, yeah. But fuck, you need him so bad. But clearly, he has other plans.

"What- no, no..Robby, it's not going to fit. Ive never-" you stutter as you feel his tip press against your already stuffed pussy.

"Shh, it's okay. I know it's going to fit. Thought you trusted us."

"Hey." You feel Jack's hand wrap around your neck, pulling your gaze back to him.

"You're good. It's only gonna hurt a bit. Focus on me, okay?" He says, pulling your mind off of the fact that Robby is seconds away from bullying his cock in your already overfilled cunt.

His hand moves from your neck to cup your cheek, thumb swiping at your lower lip.

"Relax for me." Robby rubs your hips and back soothingly.

And you do. At least you try. You relax your muscles, take a deep breath and before you let the breath out you feel the overwhelming stretch of his tip entering, dragging along Abbot's shaft. You bite your teeth together, rest your forehead on the pillow, right at the crook of Jack's neck. Tears well in your eyes, soak the pillow.

It hurts like hell. So much that no sound escapes your mouth. And you're not the only one who's affected by the intrusion. Jack moans as Robby bottoms out, taking up space right against him. Robby pants at how tight it is.

"Hah- yeah, shit.. you're taking me so well." His voice cracks.

Finally, when he's sheathed fully inside you let out a sound. A cry, a moan, whatever it is it just leaves your throat.

"No..too full. Can't- can't take it. Too much." You shake your head.

Jack turns his head, places a kiss uponThat's your head.

"You got it. You're taking it. So good for us."

"Just need to get used to it, that's all." Robby's hand moves forward again, down to your clit. He circles it tight and fast. Just the way you like it. "Come on, come for me. It'll make you feel better."

You moan loudly, your back arching. The arch makes their cocks hit deeper and your hips shudder.

You feel so full, so weird and unusual in your tummy.

"Hold on.. I.." you mumble.

"What's wrong?"

"I.. I feel like I'm..gonna pee." You whine, gripping the pillow tightly. Robby laughs.

"Holy shit. Are you gonna squirt? Come on, gotta see that." He says, wraps his other arm around your stomach and pulls you up, so that your back is leaning against his chest like before. You whine, the position only making it all feel tighter in your gut.

"I've never-" Jack smiles. "You've never squirted, baby? This your first time?" He coos mockingly.

You nod, your head falling back to rest on Robby's shoulder. His fingers quicken, your hips chase his fingers greedily.

Your core tightens even more and you feel yourself on edge. Your hand stops up, gripping the fat muscle of Robby's bicep. Then, to add to it, Jack's hands hold your hips steady and he slowly fuck up into you. That's all it takes. Drool, tears and whatever subconcsiously escape as you squirt all over jacks tummy, some tickling down the bases of both your attendings cocks, wetting the sheets.

Jack and Robby are quiet, watching in awe.

"Fuck, I told you to take her home months ago, Robinavitch. All the time we missed out on. Look at her. So perfect."

After that its all blurry. It certainly doesn't hurt anymore. You can tell, Robby can tell, Jack can tell. His neighbours probably can tell from how vocal you've gotten, fucking yourself back against the two cocks inside you. Jack raises his hips, fucking up in tandem with Robby. Robby thrusts into you roughly, grunting whenever you meet his thrusts with your own.

Everything is wet and sticky. Sweaty. You don't care. All you want is for them to just fill you up with their cum already.

"Please.." you cry out.

"Yeah, fuck..want us to pump you full of cum, huh? Little slut. Probably wanted this from the moment you started working under us as an intern. You did, didn't you? Wanted us to fill the hole after you left home." Robby grunts into your ear.

"Saw the way you looked at both of us the moment you entered the ED. You thought you were sly, did you?" Jack works his fingers on your overstimulated clit.

You nod frantically.

"Yes, fuck..yes.." you moan, voice raw from all the loud noises leaving your throat.

It's dark outside now. The only light coming from the lamp on the bedside table and the moon.

"So close." Robby moans, fucking into you faster, whining now.

"Me too. You gonna take it all, yeah? You're gonna be good and keep it all inside?" Jack grabs your neck, pulls you down and kisses you roughly as you nod.

Robby presses on your back, making you arch painfully. You grunt, break the kiss and rest your forehead against Jack's. Robby leans forward, now grinding his cock into you, dragging against Jack's cock and your walls. You all moan in unison as you come loudly, skin snapping against skin sharply.

And yeah, God bless America. The sky lights up in all sorts of colours. At first, you think it's just because you've never come so hard, but then you flutter your eyes open and look out the window. Fireworks. Actual, literal fireworks. Robby's thrusts still, jack holds your hips down as they shoot up their last ropes up cum deep inside you.

You're really lucky you're on the pill because with all due respect, you're not ready to give up that much independence.