A Pile Of Yogurt

getting wetter the longer he looked at you and he hadn’t even done anything yet. couldn’t even see your clit like this, just a glimpse of your inner folds, of your little hole as it tensed and then relaxed repeatedly. but the anticipation was enough, the scrutiny was enough. to make your belly warm, to cause the desire to spiral and tug.

jack had finally spread your pussy open with his fingers, his thumbs on either side, and exposed your clit, not even puffy, just beginning to peek out behind its hood. shy and barely awake like the rest of you, a little dazed as you came out of an impromptu nap. linen-creases on your arms and legs, body still warm with sleep. he exposed your hole too, the skin stretching taut and shiny with how wet you had become.

jack made a soft cooing noise, his breath ghosting over your clit and making your hips jump a little off the bed.

‘so pretty,’ he said, his eyes heavy between your legs, dragging over every inch as the heat in your cheeks suffused down your neck and your chest, blooming in your nipples, your mouth dropping open to suck in much needed air. ‘my baby’s pretty little pussy.’

you let slip a noise when he pressed a closed-mouth kiss to your mound, almost chaste in the same way he would often kiss the top of your head. close enough to your clit that it felt like a missing limb, something he was doing to deliberately tease you. he gave you another kiss and your belly twitched.

‘daddy just needs to make sure there’s nothing wrong with his little girl,’ he said, ‘gotta check her pretty pussy from the inside.’

and then jack had slipped his entire thumb inside your cunt and dragged the pad of it along your upper wall, right below your pubic bone.

‘nggngg—,’ you couldn’t help but moan, eyelashes fluttering, an unintelligible not-word from deep inside your throat. his big thumb felt particularly massive today, dipping in again and rubbing that perfect spot that always made you dizzy.

jack hummed in faux-concern. ‘so tight and wet around my finger, baby. you feeling alright?’

you looked away from the amused glint in his eyes, thought the embarrassment might burn right through you. so attuned to jack and the pleasure he gave you, that he barely had to look or touch you and your cunt was dripping, more than ready to take him inside.

your hole twitched around nothing as he slipped his thumb out, moving it over your clit, softly petting. your hips jumped again.

‘so sensitive too,’ jack said, lightly clicking his tongue. ‘daddy might have to bring you to work with him, baby, take a closer look at you.’

a vision of you completely naked in stirrups while jack looked deep inside your cunt with a speculum flashed in front of your eyes, and the noise you made was so high it couldn’t be classified as anything other than a desperate whine.

he huffed a quiet laugh that made you burn hotter. ‘yeah, you like that idea? being daddy’s perfect patient?’

you couldn’t look at him but you could nod your head, so you did, your hair sliding against the sheets.

jack began to slowly circle your clit with his thumb. ‘daddy’s gonna spread you out on his table and inspect every inch of you, baby. gotta take a look at all your pretty holes to make sure my little girl is exactly as soft and wet as she should be.’

oh my god. you squeezed your eyes shut.

he kept his thumb on your clit and slipped inside two fingers. your mouth opened, a shaky little gasp escaping, as he stretched you to the base of his knuckles.

‘think i'll start with this one, make it come all over my hand,’ jack said and started to undulate his fingers, pressing into that spot under your pubic bone again and again.

it was deliciously good and you whined, knees lowering so you could plant your feet and rock into it, increasing the pressure of his fingers, the angle they fucked in and out of you.

‘that’s it, baby, c’mon,’ jack said, keeping the same measured and devastating pace, ‘give daddy an orgasm before he goes off to work.’

you moaned, the sloppy sound of your cunt getting fingered so loud and obscene that your neighbors could probably hear it through the window.

‘harder, please,’ you begged him.

jack pressed an open-mouth kiss to the inside of your knee, and set his left hand onto the bed next to your hip, giving himself better leverage to increase the intensity of his fingers, the sloshing sound that was coming from deep inside your cunt.

‘good girl, baby, good girl,’ he encouraged, ‘come all over the bed for me. come on, i know you can do it.’

you grasped blindly at jack's shoulder, pleasure mounting so fast it frightened you a little, and snagged your fingers on the edge of his shirt collar, eyes locked onto his. the pressure behind your pubic bone near unbearable as he milked your g-spot, legs shaking.

‘do it cause i told you to. come on, baby girl, soak my fucking hand.’

‘oh,’ you squeaked, holding onto jack for dear life as your back bowed off the mattress, eyes wide and mouth working around a silent scream. your belly spasmed, cunt suddenly gushing around jack’s fingers as you squirted all over the bed.

‘that's my fucking girl,’ jack half-said, half-laughed, sounding utterly delighted by the way you had just ruined all his clean sheets. ‘knew you could fucking do it.’

he leaned down to press sweet, wet kisses to your forehead, humming against your skin, only slipping his fingers out of your pussy once you had stopped clenching around them. you were still holding onto his shirt collar, breathing hard, the lower half of your body experiencing a certain bonelessness, comparable to that of melted wax.

‘gonna take a shower and go to work, okay?’ jack murmured, after a minute of this, kissing your cheekbone a few more times and then your mouth. his stubble scratched a little as his lips moved against yours.

‘okay,’ you said, breathless, when he pulled back, letting go of his shirt, your hand dropping to the bed with a quiet thump.

‘please eat while i’m gone,’ jack said over his shoulder, fitting his arms into his crutches. ‘there’s leftovers in the fridge.’

‘okay,’ you repeated.

you promptly rolled over and fell right back asleep.

*

“Hang on, sweetheart,” he says, his words drown by the water spattering on the shower wall.

Showering together has slowly become the norm in your shared apartment. It’s Robby’s way of decompressing after a shift, a way to feel close to you. Usually, the routine is innocent, ending with Robby’s scalp cleaned and his waist wrapped in a warm towel. But, this shower was anything but.

Cold glass presses against your skin, but it isn’t enough to cool the heat that floods your veins. Bending at the waist, your cheek, similar to your tits, is flushed against the glass. You’re dizzy from the orgasm Robby pulled from you with just two fingers, and the filthy words muffled into your skin.

In your satisfied state, you hardly notice him trying to step out of the walk-in shower. You don’t notice until warm water splashes on your back.

“What? Where are you going?”

You lift yourself off the glass, wiping the condensation and leaving transparent gaps on the glass. You look over your shoulder to find Robby sliding the door open with a sheepish smile.

Immediately, the cold air swarms in, leaving a trail of goosebumps up your arms and legs. And if your nipples weren’t hard before, they are now.

“Gotta piss,” your eyes drop between his legs, “Didn’t get a chance during my shift.”

“Just piss in here.”

The shrugged off words escape you before you can stop them.

Robby flashes his teeth with the laugh he lets out, “Yeah? Where do you want it? On your back?”

Oh fuck.

Maybe it’s the aftershocks of your orgasm, but there’s a heat that grows with the thought of Robby letting go and finally relieving the pressure in his bladder... on you.

He catches the shift.

He sees the way your eyes cloud with lust, and the way your brows twitch with want. As if he can read the filthy thoughts that flood your brain, he slides the foggy door shut.

This time his tone is less playful, it’s deep and has you pushing down a whimper, “Where do you want it, sweetheart?”

Not trusting your voice, you answer by kneeling in front of him. Within seconds, the decorative, bathroom tiles imprint themselves on your knees; however, the view of Robby makes up for the bruising.

Part of you braces for rejection, but it never comes.

Unfortunately, this isn’t a familiar sight. Robby always shoos you away the moment you drop to your knees. With a gentle nudge comes his usual response of a flushed face, nervous laugh, and the infamous promise of ‘next time.’

So when he finally towers over you, it has your head spinning.

“Eyes on me.”

You follow his order before you can let his words sit, and from this angle, Robby’s tall.

Taller than usual.

His round tummy almost blocks the view of his face, but you still catch a glimpse of his dripping beard when he speaks. Trailing your eyes down his belly, you find yourself holding back a moan at the trail of hair that leads to his cock.

The weight on your heels shifts to your knees as you stand as tall as you can. It feels like your heart is beating out of your chest when he raises his brows at you.

He sighs softly, “Wanna hold it for me?”

You nod so hard your head fuckin hurts.

Your hand wraps around the base of his cock. Immediately reacting to your touch, Robby’s cock twitches in your hand. He isn’t hard, instead sporting a semi. He’s heavy in your hand, letting gravity do most of the work as you aim his cock downwards.

You can’t wait and it’s driving Robby crazy. He can see it in your eyes, there’s a glint of excitement. And if your eyes were closed, he’d see it in the way you shift your weight on each knee from pure adrenaline, or maybe you also need to pee.

Maybe you feel the same pressure he feels in his bladder. Maybe you’re holding out on your release so the pressure can build and build and build just like he did. He’d never admit it though.

Will you whine if he presses on your bladder? How long until you beg-?

“Robby.”

Shaking away his thoughts, he continues, “Ready?”

Again, you nod.

A groan dies in his throat at the thought of you joining him, but echoes in the shower in response to your next words. “I want it, please.”

His verbal answer dies in his throat when he feels a second hand wrap around the base of his cock. Curious eyes look at him for a second before they land back on his cock. Carefully, you aim his cock just over your tits as you wait.

So immersed with Robby’s cock, you can only moan when his piss finally spills over your tits. Despite the running water that splashes on on the floor, you still manage to hear Robby’s piss. His stream is strong and shows no sign of stopping, a clear tell that he has been holding this in for hours.

The overdue relief has Robby’s head fall back, but the both of you ignore the loud thump when he hits the wall.

The throbbing feeling between your legs never settles, instead becomes stronger when your ears catch Robby’s soft groans. There’s something so exhilarating about seeing him this calm, seeing the way his body lets go. The way his brows relax, shoulders slump back, and chest rise and fall with each moan.

Interrupting his peace, you whisper, “Wanna try something.”

Part of him thinks you’re going to stick out your tongue, maybe taste him. His cock twitches at the thought of spilling in your mouth, would you swallow it? Would you drink him up?

“Want a taste, sweetheart?” His attempt at sounding confident fails when your grip tightens around his cock.

“Nuh uh.”

Did he take it too far? Fuck, was that wrong? That he wants you to drink him? The thought of you walking around knowing your belly is full of him.

“Next time,” you repeat his words back to him, only it’s a promise you intend to keep.

Brushing the rejection you always seemed to get when you fell to your knees, he nods pathetically - what else is he supposed to do?

“I wanna try this,” your thumb slides to the tip of his cock and covers his hole.

Robby recovers with a curse, “Fuck!”

If he thought the pressure was bad before, it’s worse now, but your thumb never moves.

His cock twitches in your hold, a bodily reaction to the sudden restriction.

“How’s it feel?” You can’t help but question it.

You watch as Robby’s face scrunches in discomfort… or pleasure, you’re not sure. All you know is, your thumb does a poor job in stopping his stream as hot liquid drips down your forearm.

“Like I’m going to fuckin’ burst,” he hisses, trying to pull away, but groans when your thumb applies more pressure. What little relief managed to escape past your thumb was now trapped.

“In a good way?”

“So fuckin good,” he openly admits with a airy chuckle.

You hold it for a few seconds, drinking up the way Robby squirms, before removing your thumb.

“Jeeesus Christ.”

The gasp that escapes your parted lips is drowned by Robby’s loud groan and you watch in awe as he gushes. This time, his stream is stronger and it splashes on your chin.

His groans die out as the last traces of euphoria spills hot on your tits. His eyes, fluttering open, land on your face just in time to catch the bliss as your tongue flicks out, catching the golden drops that splashed on your chin.

Robby prays you never find a deck of cards, he knows you’d give away your winning cards if you looked the way you did right now.

There’s a pretty smile on your face and your eyes sparkle with hunger as you lick up his salty, and not entirely unpleasant taste. Before you can get your mouth on him, he’s stepping back.

“Fuckin- get up here.”

Wobbling knees barely manage to stand, and you swear they almost give out completely when Robby leans down to your height and laps his tongue on your skin.

He starts from your neck and lands on your lips before he slots his lips between yours. A hand finds your waist, pulling you closer to him, while the other cups your face. His hands are sweet and gentle, nothing like his mouth that licks and bites.

So you match his energy, biting his bottom lip and tugging it with a moan, meanwhile your hands slide up his belly, and hug his back.

The filthy sounds of your wet kisses paired with the running water fill the shower, so you add, “How’d it taste?”

“Mmm, kinda salty,” he moans into your mouth, spinning the both of you so the water washes away whatever’s still on your chest.

“I liked it though,” you admit shyly, pulling away from his kiss.

“Yeah? It tasted good?” he smirks, hands reach for the soap and scrub at your skin.

“Mhmm.”

The soap washes away with the cooling water when Robby’s finished. His beard tickles your skin when he presses kisses on your neck, “Gonna let me have a taste?”

You raise your eyebrows at Robby, giggling when his hands plant themselves on your waist, using you to balance himself. Your eyes follow as he drops past your height.

“Your knees are gonna pop if you kneel.”

“That an excuse?” he asks as his lips curl in amusement.

You make a noise as you put your hands up in a ‘suit yourself’ manner. Before he can fully kneel, a loud pop reaches your ears.

Holding back a laugh, you peck his lips and scrunch your nose. Your hands grab his forearms and tug, attempting to pull him up to his original height.

“Bedroom?”

Robby sighs dramatically, defeated.

“Because it’s your choice, not mine,” he argues, clearly not convinced as starts to stand up.

Another Pop!

This time you can’t hold back your laugh as you slide the shower door open and reach for a towel.

“Come on Doc, heard the orthopedic mattress is better for people your age.”

Now first things first, dont get the man wrong- There is nothing in the world that Robby enjoys more than hearing every little sound you make, especially when he's the root cause.

Those breathy whines, broken whimpers and the gasps of his name that send an otherworldly jolt to the already heavy rounds of his balls. It's truly one of his favorite parts of sex.

But sometimes.. Sometimes he needs to keep you quiet.

Its not often- he's almost sure he wouldn't survive if it was- but its certainly beneficial for situations like this one. Surounded by unbearably thin hotel walls and gridlocked by various colleagues.

Ohhhh, the perpetual joys of emergency medical conference's.

However with this being said, Its especially tough to keep quiet and that? Well that's 100% Robbys fault. The way he fucks you with that perfect precision. That thick cock of his kissing just shy of your cervix and into the spot that makes you keen, his weight heavy and hot as it rests above you. Truly, you're doing your very best.

Each plunge into your cunt is just that bit wetter, every moan that bit harder to keep at bay- to muffle or cover with a kiss.

Which is why, you think, you act before you can think.

Above you Robbys chain dangles in your view, the gold chain swinging between your throat and chin depending on the angle he looks down at you with. Its sexy, unbearably so, being caged in by his entire being, laying there in his hotel bed taking every possible inch into your soaked hole. Every thrust tightens the coil in your belly, makes your brain fuzzier and harder to control.

Your mouth opens before you even process the thought, plush lips wrapping around the shape of the pendant. The taste of it on your tongue is metalic, tinted with the slightest hint of salt and Robby- of the skin it hangs by on his chest- leaving every softly spiked edge explored.

But it muffles the whine you struggle not to let free all the same, and Robby notices.

His groan at the sight of you, of your lips wrapped around his star of David, is almost worse than any sound you've made yet. Its deep and gutteral, his hips stuttering in their perfectly devastating rhythm that brings you oh so close to the edge.

"Oh fuck-" Robby gets out, hand tight on your leg as he adjusts it just a little higher on his hip. "s'that all it takes to shut you up? All this- all this time i just had to get somethin in that mouth- keep it busy-"

Wide eyed and breathless you can only nod, teetering on the edge of bliss. Robbys chuckle low and raspy as his hand moves to thumb your puffy clit.