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Jack Abbot is lonely. 

There’s no other words or synonyms that he cares to use to explain his situation. Each day after his shift, he does the exact same routine. Call it familiarity or call it the years of army training, but Jack can’t find it in himself to break this pattern. 

It’s lonely without having the distinct laughter of his wife permeating through the walls of the house. It’s lonely not being able to slot his body against hers and smell the body cream that she’d been using for ages.

It’s lonely to not feel the intimacy of human touch, or the sweet pleasure that comes with connecting with another fellow human being. 

Which leads Jack to another revelation. 

He’s so incredibly horny. 

His body is craving that oh so sweet relief that courses through your veins when you climax. He misses the full body shudders that racked through him when he would cum. 

He’s already done the obvious. Jack’s jerked off more in this current timeline than he did when he was married. Contrary to popular belief, Jack Abbot is very tech savvy. He’s just a traditional man and prefers to do things the old way, such as still using a fax machine.

He’d considered getting one of those fleshlights, but the ideas of pumping his dick inside a rubber toy and wasting his cum just sounded like so obscure. The fleshlight wouldn’t moan or tell him how he good that he was making it feel. And the fleshlight surely wouldn’t be warm or tighten around him as it climaxed. So yeah…toys were out of the question.

He knows that there’s apps now that he could utilize to get a quick hookup, but Jack doesn’t want that. He doesn’t just want a quick fuck—he wants intimacy. 

He wants to feel the other person’s body undulating beneath his as he licks the sweat from their body. He wants to hear the loud, wet squelching that comes from good pussy. 

He wants a woman. 

He does what any normal man does, he pulls up the good ole’ porn sites. He spits crudely in his hands and wraps it around his dick. He breathes a deep sigh of relief at the first tug. Jack navigates to the videos of women pleasuring themselves. He’d always been a sucker for watching a woman know her body and bring herself to a climax.

Normally, he’d be able to jerk himself off, cum, and go to sleep. But tonight’s different. Every single video that Jack clicks on just feels wrong. There’s no excitement or heat building in his stomach. In one video, it’s clear to him that the woman is faking it by her high-pitched and over exaggerated moans. 

It turns him off even more when she starts to make her voice more child-like. 

Those type of vibes had never been for Jack when it came to picking out his porn. He likes when he can tell that the person is actually in pleasure. He wants and craves realness. Not something that’s been overproduced and oversaturated to please boys who don’t know the first thing about making a woman cum.

Jack sighs before tucking himself back in his boxers. He continues to search endlessly for the perfect site and video, and it all proves to be futile. 

Until…

An ad pops up one of the sites that he’s on. 

Are you lonely and looking for companionship? Maybe you just a want a release after a long day. Our girls are ready to make all of your fantasies come true. Click the link and journey into your sensual experience of a lifetime.

Curiosity gets the best of Jack, and he clicks on the link. The first thing about the website that catches Jack’s eye is how the website looks. It’s pink, elegant, and hyperfeminine. He can tell that the website design has a distinct women’s touch to it.

Sensual Desires is the name that flashes across the top of the screen in a neat cursive font. Jack’s impressed by what he’s seeing so far. He’s used to vulgar simplicity of most other porn sites, but this is different. 

His eyes flicker over to the tab that says live camshows. He never actually considered the fact that he could watch the women live, instead of some prerecorded video. 

Before Jack can journey into the live cam sessions, the website prompts him to make an account. He’s also surprised to see a list of rules outlined as he’s making the account. 

Rule #1: Always respect the women. That means any rude, disgusting, and perverted customers will be blocked from the shows and website permanently. No derogatory comments allowed!

Rule #2: Do not request underage play, or anything related to minors or children. You will be blocked and reported.

Rule #3: No sharing any of the women’s private information. 

Rule #4: Tip the women well. They work hard to put on a show for you all. Compensate them well. 

He clicks the box to acknowledge that he understands the rules. Jack signs up with the username silverfox. He’d heard a few nurses jokingly referring to him as a Silver Fox, and he figures that the name is appropriate for his username. 

The screen loads and show Jack a bunch of different live shows that are happening now. He clicks the button that has ‘preview,’ which gives him a sneak peak into the shows. He swallows at the sight of the woman bouncing up and down on a hot pink dildo shaped like a tentacle. 

It’s hot for sure, but it’s not quite what Jack is hoping for tonight. He continues to stroll through various pages until he stops suddenly. 

He looks at the username: cherrydarling17 is now live….

Jack looks at the preview where you sit with your legs beneath you. He can only see the bottom half of your face and your pretty lips, but nothing to be able to make out your whole appearance. 

Jack runs his eyes across your frame, which is adorned with a pink floral set. The cups are mesh, and he peeps the sight of your dark nipples beneath the cups. 

You run your hands up and down your body slowly. Just as you’re reaching for the strap of your bra, the preview ends. Jack hurriedly clicks to join the stream. He doesn’t want to miss a second of the show. 

The screen loads and finally Jack can see you again. You pull down the other strap teasingly as you flash subtle peeks of your nipples. 

You move your head down slightly and chuckle, “Seems like we have a few eager boys tonight. You know the rules, you pay to see what’s next.”

The chat blows up more as the viewers pay to get more of a glimpse at your gorgeous body. Seemingly satisfied with the flow of the money, you finally appease your viewers by dropping the bra. 

Jack feels himself hardening in his briefs as he finally catches sight of your body. He can’t help but drool a bit at the sight of your breasts and nipples. You move your hands up to palm at your breasts, tweaking the nipples between your fingers.

Jack finds his eyes wandering down to your still covered center. He can see the way that you’re moving your hips for some form of friction. 

He wants more. No. He needs to see more of you. Before he knows it, he’s taking out his debit card and putting the information in. 

He types in the chat as you read.

silverfox: $200 to see you take off your underwear. $400 to see between your legs.

Your glossed lips quirk up, “Looks like you all may have some competition. For you silverfox, I’ll honor your request.”

You sit up and toy with the edges of your underwear. Jack sticks his hand in his briefs and pulls his dick out again. You start to shimmy the underwear down your legs. Your mound is bear and Jack figures that you make more money this way.

If he had it his way, you’d never have to shave yourself again. He’d worship and bury his face so deep inside you to show you how much he liked your hair. 

You hold the panties up to the screen to show Jack and all of the other viewers the wet spot that covers the seat of the underwear. 

“I guess you all got me wet already, and we haven’t even gotten to the best part of playing.” You sit back with your legs still closed before you slowly start to open them. 

Jack leans over and allows the glob of spit to trail from his mouth and onto his dick. He twists his hand upwards just as you fully open your legs.

Jack lets out a loud, desperate moan at the sight of your glistening folds in the light. The chat blows up with comments and tips as all of the other viewers enjoy the sight of you. 

“Is that good enough for you, silver fox?” You ask, using your fingers to spreads yourself open more. Jack cant help but try to memorize every detail of you in his mind. 

He looks at the slick that flows from your hole, which clenches around nothing. His mouth waters at the sight of your pearl that looks like it’s begging to be touched.

silverfox: you’re perfect sweetheart. I’d be willing to pay a lot more to see you play with yourself. 

“Fingers or toy?” You ask him, and for a moment, Jack feels as though you’re talking to him. 

silverfox: fingers first. I want you to warm yourself up and then if you’re good, I’ll let you use a toy. 

By the way that your breath hitches, Jack can tell that you like being told what do. You trail your fingers down to your center and run them through your soaked folds. Your hips jerk as the tips of your fingers touch your clit. You trace small circle around the throbbing pearl as you moan softly.

You have Jack’s full attention. He’s not even jerking off at this point. He’s just watching. When he stuff two fingers into your hole, Jack’s heart beats faster. He looks at the way that hole stretches to accommodate your fingers, and he can’t help but yearn to taste you. 

You get into a rhythm of thrusting your fingers inside of yourself while your other fingers circle your clit. You moan and hump your fingers faster and faster. 

A loud moan leaves your pretty lips as Jack and all of the other viewers watch you cum. This is what Jack craves. This is that raw pleasure that he seeks to be apart of. 

You drag your fingers from your core and present them to the camera. Jack can make out the slick that clings to your fingers. You bring your fingers to your mouth and suck your release from them. This causes the chat to go crazy as many of the men comment on how they wish they could be the one tasting you. 

Jack wishes that he could too. 

“Now, I get to play with my toys. Question is, are we feeling the blue one or the clear one?” You hold both of the dildos up to the screen for the viewers to decide. 

Jack thinks hard about the choice. 

silverfox: $600 for the clear

“My, my silver Fox, you really know how to spoil a girl. Clear it is,” You said, placing the blue off to the side. 

You open a bottle of lube and rub it across the dildo before positioning it at your entrance. “I hope you’re touching yourself, silver fox because I’m imagining that it’s you.” 

You notch the bulbous tip at your entrance before beginning to slot it in. Jack grips the base of his dick as more precum begins to pool out from his tip. He moves his hand up softly as he watches your walls stretch to accommodate the toy. 

“Mmmm…it’s so big,” you moan, and Jack can tell that you aren’t faking it. He imagines that you’d say the same thing to him as he’s sliding inside you. 

Due to the opacity of the toy, he and the other viewers are treated with slight peek of your pink walls. 

For the next fifteen minutes, Jack watches you thrust the toy in and out of yourself as more of your slick pools beneath you. At the same time, he jerks off to the rhythm of your thrusts. 

“Right there baby, keep that same pace, I’m almost there,” Jack moans, twisting his hand faster. 

“I’m so close,” you whine through the screen. 

Yours and Jack’s releases hit at the same time. Your thighs shake as the orgasm consumes you, and Jack watches you clench around the toy. 

At the same time, long ropes of cum shoot from his tip and cover his shirt. Jack’s surprised by the sheer amount of cum that comes from his body, and by the time that it’s over, he feels drained. He hasn’t cum like that in a long time. 

You slide the toy from your center with a soft pop and present it to your audience. You hold it up to your lips as your tongue flicks out to taste your release. You don’t stop until the toy is completely clean. 

You smile, “That felt so good. Thank you all for tuning in and for making tonight special. I’ll see you guys soon for the next session.” 

You give a little wave before the show ends. 

Jack is left sitting there with the cum staining his shirt, but he does come to one scalding realization. 

He needs to see more of you.

A week later when Jack comes in on the day shift, he’s noticeably in a better mood. He’s never been one to take his emotions out on others, but he is known to be a bit grumpy at times. 

Robby frowns when he sees Jack smiling brightly, “Are you possessed or something?”

“No, I’m just in a good mood,” Jack answers. 

“Right. You mind helping out in Room Five?” Robby asks, to which Jack nods. Robby calls your name and you perk up before walking over to him and Jack.

“Would you mind helping Dr. Abbot out in room five?” Robby asks, eyes flickering between you and Jack.

“Yeah sure,” you said, turning to Jack and waiting for him to start walking. 

While Jack has a major online crush on Cherry Darling, he also has a huge real life crush on you. You’d been working at the hospital for about a year, and you’d made quite the impression on the entire department. 

Jack had heard all the chatter about the new nurse on day shift, who was stealing everyone’s heart. He also didn’t miss the whispers of everyone about how pretty they thought you were. 

Jack figured that it was just the classic case of “new kid on the block” until he finally had the chance to meet you for himself. You had filled in for one of the night shift nurses who had caught the flu. 

When Lena first introduced you to Jack, he felt like his brain was short circuiting. You smiled all pretty at him before getting to work. Not only were you pretty, but you’d proven to be a brilliant woman. 

There were certain things that you were catching before the residents themselves. 

Jack finally had a chance to speak to you in debt when you turned to face him, “Hey, I’m going to get a coffee. You want one?”

“Yeah that’d be great. Thank you,” Jack said. He spent the next minutes watching you walk down the hallway and admiring the way that you made the scrubs look good. 

After a while, you came back and slid the cup over to Jack. He was honestly expecting to get a taste of the horrible cafeteria coffee, but was pleasantly surprised at the taste.

You chuckled, “From the look on your face, I assume that you were expecting something gross.”

“S’not you, I promise. The coffee here isn’t known to be the best,” Jack responds, taking another sip of the coffee. 

“Trust me, I learned that on my first day here, so I’ve been bringing my own ingredients from my supply, including the instant coffee.”

For a moment, something warms in Jack. You actually had offered him coffee from your personal supply and took the time out to make it for him. Sure, there’s a brief moment where he guesses that you’ve probably done this for other people in the Pitt, but he pushes that thought aside because he likes the idea that he’s special to you. 

It unlocks something darker in Jack. Something he’s not ready to come to terms with yet. 

“Well, I appreciate it a lot, kid. Thanks.” He states. You give him a nod before returning back to charting.

Now in the present as he walks alongside you down the hallway, he reflects on how deep his crush is on you. 

“Shouldn’t you be resting before you actually have to come in, Dr. Abbot,” You tease, throwing him one of your signature smiles.

“I should in theory, but I heard about the accident and figured I’d come help. ‘Sides there’s still time for me to go home and nap,” Jack explains. However, he knows that he won’t be napping. He’ll be too busy strolling through his Cherry Darling’s videos and cumming to them before going to sleep. 

“You need a hobby, and not your little SWAT rendezvous either. Something that’s not this place, you know? Something fun,” You said.

“What do you suggest? I hope you don’t say golf because I haven’t gotten to that point yet.”

“Huh, I thought all old white men liked golf,” you said, smirking at him.

Jack laughs loudly, “Hey, sweetheart, I’m not that old. If anything, Robby’s the dinosaur here.”

“Sure, Dr. Abbot, whatever helps you sleep at night.” You tease before bumping his arm with yours. Jack finds himself smiling at the playful gesture before he returns it. 

Soon, you’re both in room five working on the patient. Jack likes how you can just anticipate what he needs before he has to speak it. Working on shifts with you is much easier and peaceful. 

He allows himself to think about how life would look with you outside of the Pitt. What were you like at home? How was your house decorated? Did you like to watch crappy reality shows and curl up with takeout? Did you walk around the house in a pair of your skimpiest panties and an oversized tee?

You consume Jack’s thoughts for the remainder of his time helping out. Even when he’s heading out the door to go sleep, you tease him. 

He walks out of the Pitt with a smile on his face. Maybe you actually reciprocate his crush. 

Back at his house, Jack plops on the couch before pulling out his computer. He logs back into Sensual Desires before navigating to Cherry Darling’s page. 

He observes the amount of followers that she has and knows that she deserves it. Just from the show that he saw, he can tell that she takes her content serious. 

He navigates through all of her videos and clicks on the most recent prerecorded one. In the video, Cherry Darling sits in her room with a soft pink lingerie set covering her brown skin. 

Jack likes the fact that she builds up the foreplay for herself and the viewer. Before long, he watching as she bounces up and down on a flesh colored dildo. Her juices run down the toy as she moans in pleasure. 

She’s turned away from the camera so that the viewers can watch her cheeks as they ripple beneath her own thrusts. 

Jack’s cumming in perfect sync with his Cherry Darling as she shakes from the pleasure. At the end of each video, she’s always polite enough to say thank you. 

Each video only serves at making Jack’s yearning for you grow deeper. He wants to spend every second of his time watching you. 

Two months later

Notification from cherrydarling17: Hi everyone, I’ll be doing private sessions and custom videos over the weekend if you want  to sign up. There are only 10 spots available, so I hope to see you there.

xoxo,

Cherry 🍒 

Jack’s pretty sure that he didn’t even sign up for the army as fast as he signs up for the chance to have a private session with his Cherry Darling.

The excitement of it all builds up throughout the week. Then comes the overthinking. What if she felt creeped out by him? What if she thought that he was some old and disgusting pervert?

What if she didn’t like him?

For a moment, Jack considers cancelling his session with you and just going back to watching his videos until he sees a notification from the sensual desire website.

*New message from cherrydarling17*

Cherrydarling17: Hi! I saw that you signed up for a private session with me, and I’m excited to meet you. I just wanted to check and see if you had any special requests..like is there a specific color that you want to see me in on Saturday, or is there something that you want to see in particular?

Jack swallows down the nerves. She was really trying to make sure that he had a good experience. 

Silverfox: Hi, thanks for the message. I’ve actually been really nervous about our session. But if it’s possible, could you wear something blue? In terms of other things, I’m fine with watching and going from there. I just really want to see you feel good.

Cherrydarling17: I have the perfect set in mind, don’t worry!😉Also, it’s normal to feel nervous. If it helps, you don’t have to show your face. I just want us to have the best possible time together and for you to get your money’s worth. Thanks for subscribing!♥️🍒

Her words put Jack at ease, and he feels more prepared than ever to spend some one-on-one time with his Cherry.

On Saturday night, you change into the navy blue set that you have prepared for your last session with silverfox. You slide the sheer stockings up to the knees before moving to your spare bedroom, which acted as your studio. 

You had got into camming over two years ago when you decided to try to make some extra cash. You had found Sensual Desires through a mutual friend and signed up. You liked how the website was women-owned and how the founders cared about the safety and wellbeing of their creators. 

It wasn’t long before you had become one of the top creators. 

It was a bit hard at first with making videos, but then you reminded yourself that even though the viewers were paying, it was still all about your pleasure. 

As a nurse, you made a pretty decent salary, but you still wanted to have extra money to buy yourself the things that you desired. 

No one at the Pitt knew about your little side hustle. To them, you were just the sweet, extroverted nurse that everybody got along with. There were too many big mouths at the Pitt, so you didn’t want to risk sharing that part of your life with anyone.

Plus, you weren’t ready to have all of the scrutiny and stares that came with people finding out. 

You were thoroughly intrigued with the man behind the username, silverfox. Since he first joined your live show, he’d been consistent with supporting you. Each one of your videos were liked and commented on by him. He also tipped you well on regular videos and live shows. 

You liked him more than your other viewers because he was actually sweet and considerate of the time and effort it took to put on your shows. Unlike some of the other viewers who wanted you to tire yourself out, silverfox was consistent to reminding you to take breaks or take a second to drink water.

He’d tip you $100 if you drank water and took time to recuperate after having an orgasm.

So when you saw that he had signed up for a private session with you, you couldn’t help but feel excited. 

Most of the other slots were men who wanted you to use various toys or degrade them in some fashion. One man wanted you to boss him around and call him your bad puppy, while he barked and whimpered. 

It was interesting experience for sure, but you got a nice $2,500 out of it so you wouldn’t complain.

As you set up your computer, you can’t help but think about Jack Abbot. Truly, there wasn’t a moment where you didn’t think about Jack. Sure you had a little crush on the man, but who didn’t? 

Through your moments of interacting with Jack, you cherished each and every one. Though, you weren’t sure how the man felt about you. 

There were moments where you both would share jokes and dry quips or a coffee, but nothing further. You’d caught him staring at you across the room a few times, but he did that with everyone. 

Plus, you really didn’t want to fall into the line of gossip for starting an affair with one of the attendings. There was enough chit chat about Robby and all of the other nurses to go around. 

So you decided to just be content with the cards that you’re dealt with. 

Turning on the camera, you make sure that your body is perfectly positioned and only part of your lips visible. 

Right at 9:00 PM, the site lets you know that silverfox has joined. You take a deep breath to ease the nerves before admitting him to the session. 

Your breath hitches at the sight of the man sitting with only the bottom half of his face showing along with his toned body in the black t-shirt. There’s something distinctly familiar about him that you can’t put your finger on. 

You smile, “Wow, are you usually this on-time for everything, or were you excited to see me?”

He chuckles, “Yes to both. I’m always on-time and I was really excited to see you. You look gorgeous by the way.”

You glance down at your set before moving closer so that he can see you more, “Thank you, after you picked the color, I knew the perfect set that I wanted to wear tonight.”

There’s a beat of silence. You can tell that there’s still some nerves on his end. 

“Why don’t you tell me where you’d like us to start? We can keep talking and ease our way into things,” You suggest. 

“Yeah, I’d like that. Umm..what’s your favorite color?” 

You giggle, “I actually have two. I like blue and green. What’s yours?” 

“Blue. What’s your favorite fruit?”

“Cherries, hence the username,” you respond.

For the next twenty minutes, you and silverfox use the time to talk to each other and learn surface facts. He learns that you’re obsessed with Moschino cherries and that you have cherry stickers on literally everything. You learn that his favorite movie is Roman Holiday, and the movie he always cries to is Steel Magnolias.

Truthfully, you almost forget the other portion of the session or the fact that you’re sitting in a lingerie set while you talk to him.

You don’t feel like you have to feign interest in him. You just are. 

The conversation shifts to something more erotic when you feel bold enough to ask him his favorite position. 

“I’m more of a missionary guy. I like to see my partner’s face while I’m making them feel good,” He states, shifting in the seat.

“You seem like the type who thoroughly worships a woman. Like her pleasure is yours,” you point out.

“It is. I like watching the person I’m with give into that pleasure. It’s sexy getting to watch the way that their body freezes for just that tiny second before they cum.”

You squeeze your thighs together at his tone. On the other side of the screen, Jack can see his words are affecting you. 

If only, you both knew who was on the other end of the call. 

“Why don’t you take your bra off for me, sweetheart? Let me see you.”

You sit up and reach behind you to unclip the bra as it falls down your chest. Jack’s throat bobs at the sight of your breasts. He imagines what it’d be like to touch you.

“You’re perfect, baby. Everything that I ever imagined.”

A smile graces your lips, “Thank you. What do you want me to do next?”

“I wanna see you make yourself feel good, sweetheart. You know that dildo that you have, the one that’s similar to my complexion? Grab that one for me.”

You nod before moving off to the side to grab the toy. You carefully sit down, ensuring that your face is still hidden. 

“Good girl. Now…take off your underwear and spread your legs for me,” Jack orders softly. You swallow roughly at the praise before obliging to his orders.

Jack trails his greedy eyes down your perfect body to your perfect wet center. He’s never seen anything more beautiful than you. 

“Look at you, so wet and so needy. You should get that toy all wet. Show me how you would suck me off if I was there,” He demands. 

You hold the toy up to your lips as your tongue comes out to trace at the faux veins. You slide the tip into your mouth as you move in and out of your mouth. Jack palms himself through his sweats at seeing your lewd actions. He imagines how he’d look in your throat. 

“Push it deeper baby.”

You do. A soft gag leaves your mouth until you adjust. As you pull toy out, a thin line of saliva follows. 

“You’re so good baby. Now let me see you fuck it.”

An hour and thirty minutes later, you nearly collapse as the last orgasm racks through your body. On the other side of the screen, Jack tries to catch his breath as his cum stains his hand and chest. He can still see your thighs shaking and the puddle that had formed under you. 

“You were so good for me tonight. Now, I want you to go get a glass of water and drink it. M’gonna sit right here with you for a while until I know that you’re okay,” Jack said. 

You nod and shakily stand on your legs. You procure a glass of water before sitting down to drink it in front of him. Even over the screen, Jack wants to ensure that he gives you proper aftercare. 

“Are you all good now?”

“Yes, thank you for that. No one’s ever been that considerate.”

Jack nods and flicks his tongue to lick his lips, “You’re welcome. As long as I’m around, I’ll always make sure you’re taken care of.”

Little did you know, he’s planning to be around for a very long time.

Jack continues his private sessions with his Cherry darling. He finds that he becomes more and more enamored with the girl behind the screen. It isn’t just lust. Jack actually cares about her wellbeing. 

During the day, he still finds himself drawn to you. There are some instances of overlapping shifts where he talks with you, and you both still share the same familiar joke. 

Neither of you suspects the obvious connection that you share. 

Well not at first. 

There’s something that makes Jack pause when he comes to help out on day shift. You place your Stanley cup on the desk beside Jack after you take a sip of water. He takes sight of the cherry stickers that litter across the bottle. He swears that he’s seen the exact same bottle in Cherry’s videos, but he quickly dispels the thoughts.

Those were pretty common stickers. There was no way that the pretty nurse who he had a crush on was also the same woman who he’d been cumming to. 

The second coincidence comes in the break room when Jack spots you casually stabbing your fork into a mini to-go container, which has surprise, surprise Moschino cherries in it. 

Jack swallows nervously, “What ya got there, kid?”

“Oh, just a few Moschino cherries. They’re my favorite.”

“Nice, make sure you don’t give yourself a sugar rush. Can’t have you jittery on a case,” Jack jokes, trying to brush off the nerves. 

You chuckle, “Dr. Abbot, I’m already sweet and jittery. It’s a little too late for the warning.” 

He laughs, despite the pit in his stomach trying to convince him that you’re his Cherry. Maybe he’s finally lost it. Maybe he’s been spending so much time with Cherry and crushing on you simultaneously that he’s managed to combine you and the woman into one person. 

Unfortunately for Jack, the universe only proves to get more and more crueler to him. You had managed to accidentally nick your arm on a door in a rush to help out with one of the cases. You don’t notice the small stream of blood as it trails down your arm, but Jack does. 

He calls your name gently, “Come here for a second. You have a cut.”

You follow Jack to the hallway, where there aren’t many people, and he gently grabs your arm in his hands as he dabs at it with alcohol pads.

“What’s the prognosis, doc? Can we save my arm?” You ask teasingly.

Jack chuckles as he grabs a nearby bandaid, which happens to have cherries on it. “I don’t know, kid. We may need to send you up to general surgery.”

“Yeah, and who’s going to foot that hospital bill?”

Jack looks up at you, “I’d pay for it.”

There’s a brief pause of silence as the older man stares into your eyes and still holds your arm in his firm grasp. You can feel the beginnings of the butterflies creeping up in your chest. 

“Good to know that I can depend on you, Dr. Abbot. Thanks by the way.”

You gently remove your arm and walk down the hallway. Jack keeps his eyes on you the entire time. 

Later in the week when he has another session with his Cherry Darling, he feels his heart drop down upon seeing the Cherry bandage on her arm. The exact same Cherry bandage that he’d placed on you earlier in the week. 

“What happened to your arm, sweetheart?”

He waits patiently and eagerly for your response. 

“Oh, I got hurt at work. It’s nothing major, I actually forgot that it was there.”

It’s only during the session that Jack takes extra special care to compare and contrast the details between you and his Cherry. 

He finds that there are no differences and he won’t find any. 

Because you and his Cherry Darling are the exact same person.

Quite frankly after the revelation, Jack doesn’t know what to think. You were Cherry Darling. You’re his Cherry Darling. 

The realization stirs something dark and possessive inside of Jack. He’s appearing on more day shifts just so that he can be close to you. He’s openly flirting with you a lot more, much to Robby’s surprise. 

Being around you also unlocks the jealously. 

You’re a beautiful woman. Everyone in the hospital can attest for that fact. Which means that you naturally bring a lot of attention to yourself—namely male attention. 

Jack spots Langdon flirting with you and glares openly at the younger man as he makes you laugh. You reach out and touch Langdon’s shoulder as you laugh at his joke. Jack’s sure that it’s definitely not that funny. 

He moves over to you and Langdon, “If you two want to continue laughing like children, I suggest a playground. My ER’s not the place to do especially with how many patients we have,” Jack states, all hints of malice in his voice. 

You and Langdon flinch at his words before Langdon moves to go check on a patient. 

You nervously bite at your lip, “Sorry, Dr. Abbot. It won’t happen again.” Jack hates the way that you’re looking at him now. Like you’re afraid.

He never wants you to be afraid of him. 

Not you. Not his Cherry Darling. 

So he decides to make it better. He starts by looking up custom necklaces on a website. By the time that he’s done designing it, he’s satisfied that it’ll make up for his snapping at you. Even though, you won’t even know why. 

He also purchases another gift for your play sessions together. 

He opens up the text thread that he has with you. He’s deciphered by now that this isn’t your real number and only a spare that you’re using.

Silverfox: Hi, I was thinking about you and I wanted to get you something special. Is there a P.O. Box that I could send it to? 

Jack watches from across the room as you take your phone out. A small smile crosses your face.

Cherrydarling17: awww you’re spoiling me now. You can send it to P.O. Box 99BA Pittsburgh, PA. Thank you♥️

Silverfox: Anything for you, sweet girl🍒

On Saturday, Jack’s sitting outside of the mailbox that you had mentioned. You’re smart enough to choose a mailbox that’s an hour away from your house. But you truly underestimate just how much he’s interested in you. 

He slumps down in his truck as he peers at you through the window. You walk into the mailbox looking radiant as ever. It’s different for Jack to be see you wearing normal clothes. 

He’d seen you in scrubs and lingerie, but never a simple pair of jeans and a halter top. He admires the two puffs that you have your hair in. 

You walk out of the mailbox holding the box that contains his little gifts for you. He even took the liberty of wrapping it in cherry wrapping paper along with a big red bow. 

He can’t wait to see you wearing and using it all.

When you make it home, you set the box eagerly on the table. This wasn’t your first time receiving gifts from your subscribers. There’d been plenty of lingerie gifts, money, and tech that had been sent to you. But with silverfox, you feel like it’ll be a little more different. With how he takes care of you during the sessions, you’re sure that his gift will be a little more thought.

As you open the box, you gasp at the sight of the lingerie in the box. You peer at the tag which has Agent Provocateur attached. However, from the intricacy of the design, you can tell that he had it custom made for you. 

You set the lingerie aside carefully as you pick up the smaller velvet box. You can contain barely the squeal of excitement that leaves your mouth upon seeing the necklace that has ‘Cherry’ written on it in cursive font, along with a small cherry charm to the side. 

You can’t help but eagerly take the necklace from the box and clasp it around your neck. You open your phone camera to get a look at yourself. 

Moving it lower, you snap a picture of the lower half of your face along with your neck containing the necklace. 

cherrydarling17: I love it sooo much, thank you! Also thank you for the set🥹💕

Your phone buzzes not even a minute later.

silverfox: you’re welcome, sweetheart. Anything for my special girl. Did you see the last gift?

You move the rest of the tissue paper, revealing a pink box. Open it, you see a pink dildo rests in the box. It has a card on the side.

Dear Cherry, 

I wanted to get you a little something to show my appreciation. But I also wanted to give you something to heighten our time together. I know you’re probably thinking that this is a standard dildo, but it’s a little more special. There’s a camera attached to the tip. I enjoy watching you play, but I figured that it would be even sexier to see what you look like inside when you’re clenching and cumming around those toys.

I was hoping we could use it at our next call, but if you’re uncomfortable with it, I completely understand. It’s controlled by an app that you can install on your phone. Instructions are in the box. 

 xoxo, 

Silver Fox

Cherrydarling17: I’ve never used one like this before, but I’d love to explore with you. 

Silverfox: I’m happy to hear that. We’ll do things at your pace, sweetheart

Cherrydarling17: ♥️

Jack’s obsession with you only grows. He wants to be with you at all times. On his days off, he follows behind you, and you truly don’t suspect a thing. 

Not even the fact that he’s logged into the city’s street cameras to watch and make sure that you’ve gotta home safely. Not the fact that a tracker is sitting under your car that’s directly attached to your phone. 

Not even the fact that he’s using all of his resources to be on cases with you. You seem pretty oblivious to it all. 

It’s cute, really. 

Trinity leans over to you and lowers her voice, “Is there something going on with you and Dr. Abbot?”

You frown, “What? No, why would you ask that?”

“Oh, come on. You can’t be that clueless. He’s been pulling you to assist on all of the cases that come through here. Mohan was definitely free, and he sidelined her for you,” Trinity explains, lifting her eyebrows. 

“I don’t know what you want me to say, Trin. It’s strictly platonic. Maybe he just likes how we work together.”

As much as you would love to believe that Dr. Abbot likes you, you quickly push the delusions aside. 

“Fine, suit yourself. But you owe me $30 if it’s true,” Trinity states, holding her pinky out. 

You chuckle before twisting your finger with hers. 

Unbeknownst to you, you miss the way that Jack stares at you from across the room. Of course, you don’t even notice that he’s taken one of your scrunchies from your locker, and he has it stuck in his pocket. 

Later that week, you set up all of your equipment as you prepare for your call with Silverfox. You’ve already downloaded the app onto your phone and tested out the quality of the camera. It’s about as clear as any professional camera, which leads you to the conclusion that the man spent a lot of money on the toy. You had even gone the extra mile of connecting the app to your computer so that he would be able to see when the session began. 

You get ready in the lingerie set that he bought and make sure to moisturize your body. At 8:00 PM, you officially start the call, checking to make sure that your face is concealed. 

Little did you know that your efforts are pointless at this point. Jack already knows who you are, but he doesn’t have any intention of letting you know that. 

You smile brightly when you see him. By now, Jack’s able to deduce that it’s a genuine smile. You aren’t just pretending because he’s paying you. 

“Hi,” You said. 

“Hi, sweetheart. How’s your week been?” Jack asks.

“It’s been good, kind of stressful. But I’ll survive,” You respond, laughing a little. 

Jack smiles, “I’m sorry to hear that it’s been stressful. A pretty girl like you shouldn’t have to worry about anything. If you were mine, I’d have you sitting down and enjoying yourself.”

“Yeah? You’d take care of me?”

“Mhmm, I’d give you whatever you wanted, no matter how much it cost,” Jack said. 

“Maybe I’ll take you up on that offer someday. But enough about me, how was your week?”

You and Jack engage in a conversation about his week. He’s intentionally left out the fact that he’s a doctor. Unfortunately, Pittsburgh is one of those places that you could quickly deduce between medical professionals, so Jack doesn’t want to take that risk. 

It isn’t long before the tone shifts. You eagerly slide the toy over before presenting it to Jack. 

“I need you to get yourself all warmed up first, sweetheart. Let me see you play with yourself,” Jack orders.

“Okay, daddy.”

Jack feels the puff of pride in his chest at the name you’ve bestowed upon him. It wasn’t intentional on your part. It just kind of happened. There was one session that you had with Jack where you were using the dildo that he said closely resembled his dick with a vibrator pressed to your clit. The combination of you stimulating yourself and Jack talking you through it is what caused the name to slip out as you came around the toy. Jack remembers that day well–it’s actually one of his favorite memories. He can remember the way that your body shook and the small squirt that ejected from your pussy.

But his favorite part was seeing those tears run down your face. Even though he couldn’t see your full face, it was enough to see only half of it. In response, he came harder than he had before. 

You trail your fingers down to your covered center and start to rub your fingers up and down. You move closer so that he can see the dampening material. 

“Don’t be shy, baby. Pull them to the side,” Jack said. 

You obey, your manicured fingers pulling the material to the side to show Jack his favorite girl. He groans loudly before sliding his hand beneath his pants. 

“She’s so pretty, baby. But your clit looks a little lonely, why don’t you give it some love?”

You collect some of your slick and guide it upwards to your clit, where you start rubbing and circling your fingers. Soft moans fall freely from your lips as you stimulate the bundle of nerves. Jack watches the way that your body undulates to meet your movements. You slide two fingers down into yourself before curling them to hit that spot inside of you.

“Feels so good, daddy. I like to imagine that it’s your fingers,” You said.

“Yeah? You want my fingers inside you, sweetheart? If I were there with you, I’d spend all my time making you feel good.”

“I want you so bad. Can I see your dick now?”

Jack obliges and pulls his weeping dick from his sweats. Your eyes zero in on the precum that leaks from the tip. You wish that you could get your mouth on him. 

“How about we test out our new toy, Cherry?”

You nod before sliding your fingers out and sliding them along your tongue. You slide your soiled panties off and toss them to the side. Sprading your legs for his view, you carefully slide the toy inside of yourself. Clicking the button activates the camera feature. You tap on the computer, and Jack is breathless at the sight of your pink, wet walls as they enter his sight.

“Fuck…”

You giggle, “D’you like what you’re seeing?”

Jack’s mouth feels dry. He has to grip the base of his dick to stop himself from cumming early. He swallows roughly, “Yeah, sweetheart, you’re perfect.”

And you are. Obviously, Jack’s been to medical school. He’s done a few rotations in gynecology and studied female anatomy more than he’d like to admit. But this. This is something else. Seeing the inside of your pussy is something that transcends Earth for him. 

“Slide it a little deeper, sweetheart.” 

You slide the toy back farther just as Jack starts to slide his hand up and down his length. The sight of the entrance of your cervix fills the frame of the camera. In all of Jack’s years, he’s never seen anything or anyone more perfect. 

For a moment, he wonders if you’d ever consider letting him do a vaginal exam? Would you let him spread you open so that he could see the contours of your pussy up close and personal? He supposes that he’ll have to ask you one day.

You hold the toy in place. “Is that what you wanted to see, Daddy?”

“Yeah, sweetheart, you’re perfect. Every single part of you is perfect.”

As Jack continues to watch your walls contract around the toy, he comes to a startling realization. He can’t live without you now. 

You’re clueless about the storm that’s brewing.

Unlike everyone else who works at the PTMC, you actually favor a steady work-life balance. When you first came, you saw how stressed and drained everyone looked after a shift. Sure, you knew that Emergency Medicine was hard work, but you weren’t about to allow yourself to get lost in it. You were a team player through and through, which meant you sometimes stayed when things got backed up. 

But you were also very clear on your boundaries. You weren’t afraid to tell Robby no when it came to coming in. Your days off were strictly for you. 

Which is why you find yourself on your second date with a guy named Alex that you met through mutual friends. You and Alex had naturally clicked through your first date and decided to keep things moving. He’s smart and funny, and quite frankly, he doesn’t work in healthcare, which is a huge relief. 

You like how detached Alex is from the medical world. 

Jack Abbot has always been a very watchful and observant man. He likes to pay attention to the small details that others would miss, which includes knowing that his Cherry Darling is deviating from her usual routine. 

Right about now on your day off, you should be going to your yoga class. Not sitting across from some prick and smiling lovingly in his face. 

“I really like you. You’re smart, beautiful, funny. I mean I could go on and on, but I just really like spending time with you,” Alex said. 

Jack can make out the smile that crosses your face at the younger man’s words. How could you be entertaining someone else when he was willing to give you everything you wanted?

For you, this feels good. 

It feels good to be desired and wanted out of being a doctor and even outside of being Cherry Darling. Sure, silverfox seemed to care for you, but you’d never actually meet the man in real life. Besides, for all you knew he could be married with kids. 

But Alex is real. As he sits across from you and grabs your hand, you feel the sparks of excitement rush through your body. For the first time, you feel giddy and nervous. 

This feels real. 

You lock your fingers with Alex’s glancing down at how good they look together. 

“I like you too, Alex. I’d really like to see where this goes.”

You can’t possibly hear the sound of Jack’s heart shattering as he sits across from you. 

He feels something that he hasn’t quite felt in a long time. Grief. It’s all consuming and creeps between the space of his ribs. He compares the distinct ache to the same pain that he felt when his wife has passed away. 

Only this time, he can actively change the outcome of this event. He can’t possibly lose you now. Not when he’s fallen so deep for you. 

On Monday, a notification pings with an announcement from your page. 

Cherrydarling17: Hi everyone. Just a quick announcement, I will be taking a haitus on creating content at the moment. It’s nothing to do with you all. I love creating for you all, but I think that this is best for me at this time. I’ll upload my remaining pre-recorded videos. Any paid commissions will still be honored and sent out. Thanks for understanding.

xoxo, 

🍒 

Jack has to excuse himself to go outside and take a deep breath. He knows that you’re only doing this because of him. Even just thinking about the other man’s name brings a bitter toiling through his stomach. 

He knows that this is serious between you and the younger man because he overheard you gushing to Samira about how much you liked him. 

It hurts. He feels so replaceable. 

Two weeks later, you’re filling in on the night shift for one of the other nurses. A nasty case of food poisoning that Jack may or may not have had a hand in. 

The Pitt is calm. A little too calm, but everyone’s too suspicious to comment on it. You all stand by the front desk, charting and waiting on the next case. 

Lena gets a call and looks up at you all, “Incoming. Latino Male. Late 20’s. Motorcycle accident.” 

Everyone perks up at the desk before looking at each other to see who’ll be assisting. “I’ll help out,” you state, moving alongside Jack to meet the EMTs. 

Like clockwork, they push the gurney in just as you and Jack step forward. You freeze at the sight of the man lying on the gurney. 

“Alex…”

Your concerned eyes flicker over the man’s bloodied and swollen face. You don’t even hear Jack calling your name. 

Jack’s eyes flicker over to Ellis. “Ellis, scrub in for me. John, take her to the break room.”

You don’t even register Shen pulling you along with him to the break room. Your thoughts race to Alex lying on the gurney. You had joked with him about the motorcycle being a death trap, but he assured you that he was always careful. 

How could this have happened?

Inside the operating room, Jack calmly directs Ellis and the nurses on what tools to hand him to stop the bleeding. With the severity of Alex’s injury, Jack determines that it still not enough. He knows that he could save Alex’s life. 

Every emergency room doctor knows that every second counts when it comes to saving a life. Jack knows this, it’s been something that’s kept him going for years. 

Which is why he waits seconds and accidentally misses a step when it comes to saving Alex’s life. 

He thinks of all the seconds that Alex took away from you both spending together.

Why should he give Alex more time to steal you away? Jack knows that every second counts, which is why he doesn’t try nearly as hard to save Alex’s life as he flatlines. 

“Call it,” Jack announces.

“Hispanic male. Late 20’s. Time of death 3:30 AM,” Ellis recants softly. She sighs, shaking her head and snapping off the gloves. 

There’s a moment of silence for the deceased young man lying on the bed. Perhaps, he had a bright future ahead of himself. It doesn’t really matter now. 

Jack will gladly appease his grieving family with a tale of doing the best that he could. Which in his mind is true. He did do the best that he could.

He did the best that he could to keep you. 

You look up, concern painting the edges of your irises. Jack hates how much you care about the other man. 

“Is he okay?” You ask timidly, almost like you know the answer already. 

Jack sighs, running a hand down his face. “I’m sorry, sweetheart. He didn’t make it. We tried everything we could, but the internal damage was more severe than we thought.”

The tears leave your eyes quicker than you realize. You openly sob with your head bowed into your hands. 

“Oh sweetheart. Hey come here…”

Jack pulls you into his arms, gently shushing you and rubbing your back. He can’t fight the warmest that spreads through his body at the feel of you pressed against him. You cling to him tightly as your tears soak through his scrubs. 

“How about I take you home? You’re in no condition to be here like this.”

You’re about to protest until Jack holds a hand up. “No, buts, sweetheart. I can’t have you or our patients at risk. Let me drive you home.”

If you were in a better state of mind, your mind would register that you’ve heard that exact same soft domineering tone before. 

Fortunately for Jack, you aren’t. 

“Okay, thank you Dr. Abbot.” 

“You’re welcome. Go get your things from your locker.” You wipe your eyes before exiting the break room. Jack finds himself staring up at the fluorescent lights filled with dead bugs. He supposes that some of the bugs have been in the ceiling way before his time. 

It’s unnerving how calm he is about the whole situation. However, it doesn’t phase Jack because it was all for you. 

He wouldn’t apologize for that. 

Soon, you’re sitting next to him in his truck. You lie your head against the window as you watch the city pass by. 

Jack’s eyes flicker over to you, “You doing okay over there?”

“Yeah, it’s just surprising. I was just with him the other day,” you said. 

“I’m sorry. Life’s fleeting, sweetheart. One minute we’re here and the next we’re not. I’m sure he knew how much you cared about him.”

Jack wants to pat himself on the back for how reassuring he sounds. He knows that he has to play his part of  being supportive even though he could care less about your boy toy being dead. 

He glances down and spots that you’re wearing the necklace that he got you. “That’s a really nice necklace,” Jack said. 

You reach down to grab the necklace between your fingers. A soft smile crosses your lips, “Thanks, someone really special got it for me.”

It takes every morsel of strength for Jack to not reach over and kiss you. He was special to you. 

A few minutes later, he pulls in front of your apartment. You’re so out of it that you don’t even question how he knows your address. 

“Thank you for driving me home, Dr. Abbot,” You said, smiling softly at him.

“S’no problem kid. Take care and don’t be afraid to reach out to me if you need anything.”

Two Months Later

You pick yourself back up after Alex’s death. The police had ruled it as an accident following reviewing the damages to Alex’s motorcycle. No one would ever suspect that Jack had been the one to sabotage the bike. 

You grow closer to Jack. You’re back to sharing the same jokes with him, but this time, you both lean a lot closer to each other. 

You resume making videos, but this time, you only make them for him. You still have your private sessions together, and he pays you well. Almost more than you make with your current paycheck. 

He still stalks you in his free time. Jack reckons that he’ll tell you that you need to be more watchful of your surroundings once you both get together. 

It’s a random Thursday. You’ve volunteered to cover Mateo’s shift while he’s out of town. It’s one of those rainy days that you dread going out in. The type of the day where you want to curl up under a nice blanket and sleep all day. 

At the end of your shift as you get to your car and try to turn it on, nothing happens. You turn the key into the ignition a few more times. Nothing. 

Pulling out your umbrella, you go to the front of the car and pop the hood. You don’t know why you do this. You’re the farthest thing from a mechanic. Besides, even as you look down at the car, it all looks like a combination of Tetris pieces.

Before you can pull out your phone to call for an Uber, Jack rolls up in his truck. He rolls the window down, “Hey, sweetheart, is everything okay?”

“No, my car won’t start. I’m not sure what’s wrong, but I’m gonna just call an uber.” 

“Don’t do that. I’ll take you home. Free of charge,” Jack suggest.

You shake your head, “No, it’s okay, Dr. Abbot, you don’t have to do that. I wouldn’t want to inconvenience you.”

Jack chuckles. If only you knew. “It’s not an inconvenience. Look, I’d hate for you to get into a random stranger’s car and have something happen to you.” 

You think it over before nodding. You grab your things from your car and lock the door before making your way to Jack’s truck. Always the gentleman, he’s already gotten out of his truck to open the door for you. You slide into the seat before buckling your seatbelt. 

Jack slides into the truck before driving off. He turns up the heat when he notices that you’re shivering. 

“Thank you, Dr. Abbot.”

“Just Jack, sweetheart.”

“Okay, thank you, Jack,” you said, laughing a little at the end.

The side of Jack’s lips quirk up, “What’s funny?”

“I don’t know, it just feels weird to call you Jack, especially outside of work.”

“I get that, but I don’t want you to feel like you can’t. We’re both adults, so please, no Dr. Abbot,” Jack said. 

A few seconds of comfortable silence passes as Jack navigates through the streets. You glance at him, “You know that there’s rumors going on about us?”

Of course he did. Jack was privy to all of the gossip going on in the hospital. “What are they?”

“Well, the first one is that you and I are secretly seeing each other and sleeping together on the low. The second one is rather interesting, people seem to think that we may be married. But there’s also a rumor going about you and Mohan. But people also seem to think that I have something going on with Mateo,” you explain. 

While Samira had been the object of Jack’s desire at one point, you had sharply replaced her. The thought of you and Mateo together makes his stomach hurt. 

“Quite the rumor mill. How’s that make you feel? Them putting you together with an old man like me?” 

You frown and turn to face him more, “You’re not old. I mean you are older, but you look good. A lot of the nurses dig the silver hair.”

He smirks, “What about you, kid? You like the silver hair?” 

It’s your turn to smile shyly as you laugh nervously. You clear your throat, “Yeah, I think it suits you nicely.”

“Good. I like your hair too, you know. The braids are always pretty, but you look gorgeous when you wear your natural hair out,” Jack said, glancing at two puffs that adorn your head.

“Thank you. I didn’t think you paid that much attention to me.”

Jack fully stops in front of your apartment before putting the truck in park. He turns his attention fully to you. “Sweetheart, you always capture my attention. You make the shifts much better.”

Your expression softens. Jack reaches out to start caressing your face. He leans forward and you naturally mimic his movements. 

The first press of Jack’s lips against yours sends a shock through your system. You can’t help but sink further in his hold to press your lips harder to his. A soft moan escapes your lips when Jack slides his tongue between your lips. 

He groans at the feeling of finally being able to taste you. Jack’s tongue caresses yours. He lightly nibbles at your bottom lip before pulling it back and letting it pop into place. 

He’s about to go in to kiss you again when you pull back. 

You lick your lips nervously, “Maybe, we shouldn’t be doing this. I mean you’re one of my attendings, and I wouldn’t want it to come off like I slept my way to the top, you know? Everyone already notices how you pick me for most of the cases.”

Jack frowns, “Hey, I pick you because you’re talented and intelligent. Not because of my crush on you. I like you sweetheart, but I understand if you want to stop this.”

He really doesn’t understand, but he’ll play the part for now. 

“It’s not that I don’t like you, Jack. I do. I just want to be safe about everything.”

“Of course. We’ll take this at whatever pace you want to.” 

“Thanks Jack. I’ll see you later,” You said, pressing a light peck against his lips. 

“You’re welcome. Take care, kid,” He states, watching you exit the car. His fingers lightly trace his lips where he can still taste your lip gloss staining them. 

Jack reaches down under the cup holder to take out the lip gloss that he stole from your locker. There’s still some residue from your brown lip liner coating the tip of the lip gloss. Jack brings the lip gloss up to his lips and applies some. 

It’s almost like you’re still here with him.

Jack flips the burger on the grill as Robby stands next to him. He had to find some other alternative way to spend more time with you out of work, so he bit the bullet and decided to host a bar-b-que for everyone. 

You’re across the yard, holding a cup and laughing at something that Frank says. Jack frowns at the sight. 

Even with the man being married, he was still sniffing after you. Jack surmises that he’ll just plant some drugs on him later to teach him a lesson. 

Right now, though, he takes the time to admire you. The sundress that you’re wearing stops at your thighs. You’re glowing and the faint smell of your perfume wafts in Jack’s direction. 

“You’re staring again,” Robby comments, taking the spatula from Jack’s hands.

“S’nor my fault that she’s so gorgeous,” Jack said, turning back to the grill. 

Robby leans in and lowers his voice, “Is there something going on between you and her that I should know about?” 

How exactly does Jack say that you’re a cam girl and Jack’s been watching you for months and cumming with your name on his lips? Or even the fact that he’s done some pretty unhinged things to keep you to himself? 

“Nope, nothing’s going on,” Jack said. 

After the food is done, you all sit together at the long table in Jack’s backyard. He purposefully sits next to you, despite the fact that he notices that Whitaker is about to sit next to you. One sharp look makes the younger man tuck his tail between his legs and go to sit beside Robby. 

You take a bite of your burger and moan, “This is really good. I didn’t know you were such a good cook.”

Jack smiles, “There’s a lot that you don’t know about me, honey.”

If there was an imaginary camera, this would be the moment that Jack would look into it and wink. Conversations flows steadily throughout the table. Jack tries to pay attention, but his gaze keeps falling to you. 

He moves his hand closer to you and touches your thigh where your dress has moved up. It’s easy to brush it off as just an accident, but you and Jack both know that it’s not. 

You don’t make any move to move his hand, so Jack lightly skims his fingers up you thigh. You tense and press your thighs together. 

You look at him from the corner of your eye as he gives you a small sly smile. 

As the dinner continues, Jack continues to caress your thighs much to the oblivious nature of your coworkers. 

After dinner, everyone helps to clean up and now there’s just casual conversation and drinks. The night continues to wind down and everybody starts to bid their goodbyes to Jack, along with words of gratitude. 

You’re about to leave when you feel a gentle tug on your arm. You turn to face Jack. “Could you maybe stay a little bit? There’s some things that I’d like for us to discuss.”

“Sure,” you said, going to sit back on the couch. Robby eyes you, but doesn’t press the issue as he passes Jack to go out of the door. 

“Good luck,” Robby said, clapping Jack on the shoulder. 

Jack closes the door, ignoring the giddy feeling that he has at having you here in his home. 

He sits next to you on the couch, leaving some distance. You smile, “So what did you want to talk about?”

“I wanted to talk about us, or at least the potential of us. I like you a lot. You’re intelligent, beautiful, and I just would really like to have the opportunity to get to know you more, even outside of work.”

Which is partially a lie. Jack knows everything about you. From the way that you like to order your coffee to the brand of tampons that you like to use during your period. He even knows your social security number if you want to get technical.

“Really? You don’t care that everyone would start to talk?” You ask. 

“No. But I want you to know that I care about your reputation. You’re a brilliant nurse, so I’d never want to do anything that would jeopardize your career, so if you wanted to keep this under wraps, I’m fine with that. I just want to be with you,” Jack said, turning and grabbing your hands in his. 

“Okay, let’s do it. Honestly, I’ve been crushing on you for a while, but I just never felt that you saw me that way. I’d love to explore this more, Jack.”

You and Jack stare at each other. He takes the opportunity to lean forward to connect his lips to yours. Somewhere through kissing him, you end up straddling his lap. 

You weren’t planning for things to go this way, but quite frankly, you’re horny. You’re craving the feeling of having a man actually touch you. For so long since you’d become Cherry Darling, you had been making yourself cum for other’s pleasure. 

You want to feel wanted. You want to have a man who actually values your pleasure and needs. The only man who’s actively done that was silverfox, but you weren’t gonna be meeting the man in real life anytime soon. 

Jack’s arms come around your backside where he slides his hands beneath your cheeks to feel your skin. You moan as he drags your core across his jeans. By now, the panties that you’re wearing are soaked through. Jack can feel your wetness seeping through his jeans. 

“You’re so pretty, sweetheart. I wanna see every part of you,” Jack states, kissing the sides of your neck. 

You stand from his lap and kick your shoes off first. Your hands travel beneath the dress to slide your wet panties down your thighs. You smile mischievously before flinging the soiled material in Jack’s direction. 

His eyes darken and your jaw drops when he brings the wet material up to his nose and inhales deeply. You just don’t know how long Jack has been waiting to smell you. 

He stuffs the panties into his jeans, “Lift your dress and let me see her.”

Your clit throbs at his words. You grab the hem of the dress before exposing yourself to Jack. He swallows at seeing your mound. It’s one thing to see you on camera, but this is much better. He can see your curly pubic hair and all he wants to do is bury his face there. 

You let the hem of the dress fall before grabbing the straps and sliding the dress down your body. Jack’s eyes slowly track across your body, taking in all of the familiar parts that he’s only seen over the camera. 

“You’re perfect, baby.”

He sits and up and pulls you to sit on his lap.  Your back is to his chest and Jack pulls your legs apart to set over his thighs. Your core is fully exposed to the cold air. 

Jack presses his lips to the side of you neck, sucking light marks on the skin there. He brings his hands up to cup at your breasts. He rolls your fingers through his fingers, “You don’t realize how long I’ve waited to see you, honey. Every day, just watching you walk around in those scrubs with that pretty smile on your face. There’s no one like you.”

“Jack,” you whimper as one of his hands come down to trail through your wet folds.

He spreads his fingers and runs them across your throbbing pearl. You buck your hips in his grip. “Shhh baby, Daddy’s got you. M’gonna make you feel so good.”

Jack slides two fingers inside of your wet heat. He moans simultaneously as you at the feel of your warm walls gripping his fingers. He’s dreamed about feeling you wrapped around his fingers like this. 

Curling his fingers up inside you, Jack presses against you spot that makes you whine and grind down on his fingers. 

“S’that the spot, sweetheart?” 

“Yes Daddy. You’re making me feel so good,” You whimper out. Jack smirks, there’s his Cherry Darling. The audio of the computer didn’t do your moans justice. 

Jack’s other hand moves to close our your throat. He tightens his grip around your pleasure points, “You’re all mine now, baby. I’m never letting you go. You understand?”

You nod dumbly. You can only focus on how good he’s making you feel. Your fingers claw at Jack’s arms as he continues pumping his fingers in and out of you. The loud, squelching of your pussy is music to his ears. 

“M’coming, Daddy,” You said, your wide eyes meeting Jack’s.

“It’s okay, baby. Let go for me,” he mutters. You walls clench tightly around his fingers as your release consumes your body. Your body writhes in Jack’s holds, but he continues to stroke his fingers across your throbbing pearl. 

Jack slides his fingers from you and places them on your tongue. You clean his fingers obediently. He angles your head up and presses his mouth to yours. The kiss is downright filthy as Jack greedily slurps the taste of your from your tongue. 

“You taste just as good as I expected,” He states. 

You let out of a gasp of surprise when Jack picks you up and walks over to the kitchen counter. He lays your body upon the cool marble counter. You shiver at the feeling. 

Jack slides his shirt over his head. Your eyes trace down his frame and how good he looks for his age. 

You frown upon seeing the white gauze upon his chest that’s taped down. Your fingers lightly trace over it. “What happened?”

“Just a little accident. Nothing you need to worry about, sweetheart,” Jack said. 

Before you can think further on the gauze, Jack connects his lips to yours again. You both pass kisses back and forth as your fingers fumble with his belt. 

Jack doesn’t even get his pants down fully before he’s notching the tip at your entrance. Your walls part to accommodate his wide length. Your mouth forms an ‘O’ at the fullness of Jack as he sinks deeper into you. 

He cradles your body to his before pulling back out and thrusting into you again. Jack grabs the back of your head and angles it down. 

“Look at how good we look together, baby. You see how well you take me? You were made for me.” He punctuates each word with a thrust. Your breasts bounce against the brutal nature of Jack’s thrusts, but it all feels so good. 

“Please, Jack, I want more,” you beg, tears creeping onto your waterline. 

Jack lays your body back upon the counter before pushing your legs towards you ears. He looks at the white slick that forms at the base of his dick. 

“Don’t worry, sweetheart. I’ll give you whatever you want,” Jack said, glancing at the cherry necklace sitting upon your neck. 

He leans down to slide the chain between his teeth. 

You can only tighten around him and scream out in pleasure at the sounds of your skin slapping against Jack’s. 

The feeling of Jack’s deep thrusts combined with the stimulation of his pelvic bone hitting your clit has you whining. 

“Jack, I’m close again.”

“It’s okay, baby. Cum for me,” Jack orders softly. He grabs your hands and pins them above your head. He stares deeply into your eyes as your orgasm hits. Tears stream down the sides of the face. 

It only turns him on more. Jack presses deeper inside of you when he feels his release creeping up the edges of his brain. He groans loudly before slamming himself as deep as he can and cumming inside of you. The ropes of cum spurt against your womb. 

“You’re so perfect, honey.”

The following morning, you wake up to the feeling of Jack cuddling you to his chest. There’s a pleasurable ache between your legs. After your rendezvous in the kitchen, Jack had taken the liberty of making love to you all over his house. 

You lost track after orgasm five. Jack had been kind enough to give you a shirt and pair of boxers. 

Gently, you pry his arm off of you before walking to the bathroom. Inside, you conduct your business before moving to wash your hands.  You look at the numerous love bites that litter your skin and smile. 

You had never felt more worshipped than you had last night. Jack Abbot had taken you to the stars and beyond. 

Walking back into the bedroom, you make your way downstairs to grab your phone. You pull up to the CVS app and navigate towards the wellness section. Your add a Plan B to your cart before walking back upstairs. 

You feel at your throat gently and frown at the absence of your necklace. You turn on the lowest setting for your flashlight as you search for the necklace. 

You kneel onto the before aiming the flashlight under the bed. You spot the discarded necklace before dragging it to yourself. 

However, you pause as the familiar item catches your sight. Your scrunchie is beneath Jack’s bed. It makes you pause because you didn’t wear a scrunchie to Jack’s house. You grab it and catch sight of a small box. 

You peep at Jack, who is still sleeping. You grab the box and quietly pull it in your direction. Your heart beats faster at the name written on top of the box.

Cherry Darling

Lifting the lid, your heart drops into your stomach. There’s numerous pictures of you inside the box. There’s some of you at work, some of you out and about. It’s the ones of you taken in your apartment that make you queasy. 

A small plastic baggie lays flatly in the box. You hold it between your fingers and quickly drop it at seeing the bloodied tampon inside. There’s writing on the front: 06/17/2026 cherry’s tampon. 

You fight down the bile that creeps up your stomach. Much to your horror do you spot the alternator from your car. 

It’s the last object that truly makes you sick. A watch. Not just any watch. Alex’s watch. 

“You weren’t supposed to see any of that.”

You jump at the sound of Jack’s voice before scrambling backwards. Your gaze settles on the man as he stands on the opposite side of the bed. You hadn’t even heard him get up. Casually, Jack walks to the lamp in the room and turns it on. 

You don’t know what’s worse. How calm he looks or the soft expression on his face. 

He walks to your side of the bed and you quickly move back. His eyes soften more, “You don’t have to be scared of me, Cherry. I did all of this for you. I just wanted to have you.”

He walks closer and kneels in front of you, “This doesn’t have to be a scary thing. I care about you, I really do. See, you’ve been on my mind day and night. I didn’t even know that you and my Cherry Darling were the same person. Not until I saw that band aid that I put on you that day. From that point, I knew that I needed to be with you. I mean, what would’ve been the coincidence of you being the same person. It’s clear that we’re meant to be together.”

Tears fill your eyes, “You hurt Alex. You lied to me, Jack.”

“I know. I’m sorry. I just didn’t want to deal with the possibility of losing you. You’re everything to me. Now, we don’t have to just interact over a screen. We can just be us,” Jack states, smiling gently. 

He looks down at the white gauze on his chest. He smiles, “I even got a surprise to make this more special for us.” 

He gently peels at the tape revealing a tattoo. In black cursive font is ‘Cherry Darling’ with cherries sitting next to the writing. The room feels like it’s spinning, even as you sit on the floor. 

Your eyes flicker over to the door. 

“I wouldn’t do that. I’d catch you. I’d always catch you, baby.” 

Jack walks over to pull you to your feet, “Say something. Say anything.”

“You’re crazy. You can’t expect me to be with you after all of this, Jack,” You said, the fear course through your body. 

“I do expect us to be together after all of this. After all I’ve done to prove my love to you. You may not believe it, but I do love you, Cherry. I think you feel just as strongly as I do, or at least you will. You’re not leaving me,” Jack mutters darkly. 

“I’ll run.”

He chuckles, “There’s not a corner of this Earth that I would leave untouched if it meant that I had to get to you, sweetheart. Besides, no matter how far you go, I’ll be there. What? You think you’ll ask Robby or Gloria for a transfer to another hospital? Baby, I’ll make sure that no other hospital will take you.” 

He walks around you to go to his laptop. He opens up a folder and shows you all of the photos and videos from your live streams. “If you think about leaving, I’ll ruin you. You’ll lose your license. All that you’ve worked for.”

The hot tears feel like lava as they travel down your face. You now openly sob in front of Jack, who closes the computer and walks over to you. He cups your face in his hands. 

His concerned eyes meet yours, “Cherry, I don’t want you to be scared of me. I’d never do anything to jeopardize your career. I meant it when I said that you’re a brilliant nurse. I just wanted to show you how far I’d go to keep you. I love you, Cherry.”

He takes the opportunity to press his lips against yours. Initially, you’re stiff to his affections, but you can’t fight the way that your body gives into his.

Jack pulls back to stare at you, “I’m gonna make you so happy. Just like you make me happy.”

He pulls you into a hug, pressing a kiss to your temple. 

“Hand me your phone,” he orders. 

Wordlessly you pass the device over to him. He effortlessly types in the passcode to your phone before navigating to the CVS app. You watch as he deletes the Plan B from your cart. 

Jack looks up at you and smiles, “You won’t be needing that.”

“Don’t worry, Cherry. I’ll always be here to take care of you.”

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when the door finally opens, your heart lifts, but it sinks just as fast when you see him. he's exhausted. dark circles under his eyes, shoulders slumped, jaw tight. he grunts a greeting as he kicks off his boots, barely looking at you.

"hey," you say softly, trying to keep the disappointment out of your voice.

"hey," he mutters back, running a hand through his silver hair.

you finish plating the food, hands trembling slightly as you set everything on the table. he sits down heavily, staring at his plate like he's not entirely sure what it is.

"jack?" you try again.

"hmm?"

"how was your shift?"

"long."

that's it. that's all you get. you swallow hard, blinking back the sting in your eyes as you sit across from him. this was supposed to be your night. your time together. and he can barely look at you.

but then his eyes lift. and he sees it- the way your face has fallen, the way you're trying so hard to hold it together. something in him shifts.

"i'm sorry, baby," he says quietly, his voice rough with exhaustion. "long shift. little sleep..." his eyes find yours, and there's so much guilt there it makes your chest ache.

he stands, moving around the table to cup your face in his hands. "you look beautiful," he murmurs, his thumb brushing your cheek. "i don't deserve you, sweetheart."

he leans in, kissing you softly. so sweet and tender. he holds you like you're a sacred treasure he found, like you're the only good thing in his life.

he deepens the kiss. you feel his tongue press to your bottom lip—

then his phone rings.

the sound echoes through the room, loud and jarring. he groans, pulling back reluctantly.

"don't," you plead, your voice breaking. "please, jack. don't answer it."

"i have to," he says, already pulling the phone out of his pocket. "i have to answer."

he walks into the hallway, and you hear the muffled sound of his voice answering. "abbot here."

there's a pause. a woman's voice crackles through—urgent, clipped. "dr. abbott, pile-up on the 376. multiple traumas. you're the only doctor on call tonight."

you hear his voice murmur a response. the line goes dead.

you sit there staring at the meal you made. the dress you wore. the effort you put in. and you know. you know what's coming.

when he walks back in, the guilty look on his face confirms it.

"no," you say immediately.

"sweetheart—"

"no."

tears prick at your eyes, hot and angry. "i gotta go," he says quietly. "they got multiple MVCs. they need me."

you look down at your dress again. the meal, the dishes now piled up in the kitchen sink.

"go," you say flatly, refusing to look at him.

"honey—"

"go." your voice is louder now, sharper.

"you can't expect me to stay. that's not fair. you know it—"

"oh, i know it alright," you snap, standing abruptly. "go. leave like you always do. it's what you do best."

the words escape you before you can stop them.

jack's eyes widen. for the first time since you'd met him, he looks genuinely caught off guard. "you're being cruel," he says, his voice low and dangerous. "stop it."

"yeah, i'm the one in the wrong here— while you go and leave me again."

"you're being fucking selfish," he bites back, his voice stern now. "acting like a goddamn child."

"i'm selfish?" you laugh bitterly. "because i want you to stay here with your girlfriend? got it. glad to know."

"fucking stop it," his voice roars through the room.

silence.

you can't fight the tears falling now. they spill down your cheeks in hot, angry streams as you stand there in the purple satin dress. the one he bought you, the one that was supposed to make tonight special. it feels like a costume now. a cruel joke.

you move to the kitchen on shaking legs, your vision blurred. the ribeye sits perfect on the plate, the garlic and rosemary still fragrant, the mashed potatoes smooth and buttery. the mac and cheese golden. all of it, a monument to your stupidity for believing tonight would be different.

with trembling hands, you scrape the food into the trash, watching the meal you spent an hour preparing disappear into garbage. something inside you breaks completely.

he watches from across the room, stunned into silence. neither of you willing to speak. neither willing to concede. the air between you thick with all the things left unsaid. all the nights he's left. all the promises that meant nothing.

"i'm leaving," he says, surprisingly soft. like he's already gone.

you don't reply. can't. your throat is too tight.

you watch as he walks toward the door, his boots now thrown on, heavy on the hardwood. he doesn't look back. he doesn't hesitate. he just opens the door and leaves. again.

the sound of it closing behind him is the loudest thing you've ever heard.

you stand there for a moment, still in the purple dress, surrounded by the wreckage of the evening. then you move, pulling the fabric over your head with shaking hands, letting it fall to the floor like it's poisoned- leaving it there.

you run to bed and curl up under the covers, your whole body shaking. the tears come harder now, the kind that make it impossible to breathe. your face burning hot and wet.

you cry yourself to sleep. exhausted and devastated, your heart still hammering against your ribs even as unconsciousness finally pulls you under.

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you sleep through the sounds of jack coming home.

the keys rattling in the lock. the boots on the hardwood floors. the rustle of fabric as he undresses quietly in the dark.

you only feel the dip in the bed from his weight, the heat of him now behind you, curled around you.

"hey, honey," he coos softly in your ear.

you're still out of it. still asleep.

"i'm home now... i'm here."

his hands run up and down your side, your arms. he softly turns you toward him. when he sees your face- the puffy eyes, the pink of your cheeks, his chest tightens.

he's devastated. guilty. wrong.

the dried tear stains streak down your cheeks like war paint, some still wet at the hairline where they've soaked into your hair. mascara smudged and running in dark rivulets down to your jaw. the makeup he loved seeing you in now ruined, destroyed by hours of crying.

your breathing is still shaky, still catching every few seconds like your body hasn't quite recovered from the breakdown.

this is what he did. the physical toll of his selfishness written all over your face.

"baby..." his voice cracks. "i'm so sorry."

his hands find your hair, pushing the strands away from your face. you stir, starting to wake.

"i'm so, so sorry, baby... so sorry."

he places a gentle kiss on your cheek, then your forehead.

"jack?..." your voice is wobbly from tears and sleep.

"hey, sweetheart... i'm home. i'm home now..."

his kisses move to your neck, soft and reverent. you're still too out of it to really reply, your body heavy with the emotion and exhaustion.

he pushes you softly onto your back, his hands gentle but purposeful.

"don't worry, baby," he whispers against your skin. "i'll make it all better. i'll fix this."

his mouth trails down to your collarbone, your stomach, between your thighs.

you cry softly as he settles between your legs, his breath warm against your skin. "i know, baby," he murmurs, pressing a kiss to your inner thigh. "i'm sorry. let the bad man take care of it. i'll fix it all up."

his tongue finds you slowly, making deliberate strokes. you gasp—sad, relieved, confused. the pleasure mixes with the ache in your chest, and you don't know if you want to push away or pull him closer.

"jack—" you whimper, your hands finding his hair.

"shh," he soothes, his hands gripping your thighs to hold you steady. "let me make it right, sweetheart. let me show you how sorry i am."

he works you with his mouth, slow and worshipful, like he's trying to apologize with every roll of his tongue. your body responds despite everything, your hips winding against his face as the tension builds.

"that's it," he murmurs against you. "let go, baby. i got you."

you come with a broken cry, your whole body shaking as the pleasure crashes over you. he doesn't stop, working you through it until you're trembling and oversensitive.

when he finally pulls back, his lips are wet. eyes dark with need and guilt.

"i'm sorry," he whispers again, crawling up your body. "i'm so fucking sorry."

he kisses your forehead first, lingering there for a long moment. then he pulls back just enough to look at you, really look at you. his hand coming up to cup your face with surprising tenderness.

"you're everything to me," he says, his voice low and raw. "everything. and i've been treating you like you're nothing. like you don't matter. but you do. you matter more than anything— more than the hospital, more than my job, more than my own goddamn life."

he kisses you then, slow and deep, pouring every ounce of devotion into it. "i'm never doing this to you again. never. i promise you."

it's a lie. a promise that will inevitably be broken again.

but you let yourself listen to it for now.

he lines himself up, sliding into you slowly. you're still waking, still caught between sleep and overwhelming sensation, and the stretch of him makes you gasp.

"fuck," he groans, his forehead pressing against yours. "you feel so good, baby. so perfect."

he starts moving, deep, tender thrusts that make your toes curl. his hands frame your face, his thumbs brushing away the fresh tears spilling down your cheeks.

"you feel how sorry i am, baby?" he whispers. he takes your hand and guides it down to your lower belly, pressing your palm flat against your skin. "you feel it?"

you can feel it—the subtle bulge of him inside you, the way he's so deep that you can feel the shape of him through your own body.

"that's me," he groans, his hips rolling forward to make you feel it even more. "all of me inside you, baby. feel how deep i am? how much i need you?" his hand stays over yours, pressing down gently as he moves. "this is how sorry i am. this is me showing you that im righttt here. that i'm never letting you go."

"yes," you whimper, your hands clutching his shoulders.

"let me make it right," he murmurs, kissing you softly. "let me show you."

his hips roll forward, pressing himself hilt, and you can feel every inch of him. it's overwhelming. the pleasure, the emotion, the way he's looking at you like you're the only thing that matters.

"jack—" you gasp, your nails digging into his back.

"i know," he soothes, his lips brushing your temple. "i know, sweetheart. i'm here. i'm not going anywhere."

he picks up the pace slightly, his thrusts deeper now, more purposeful. you're whimpering his name, your body arching into his as the pleasure builds again.

"that's my girl," he murmurs, his voice thick with emotion. "so beautiful. so perfect. i don't deserve you."

"jack—" you cry out, your body trembling.

"come for me, baby," he whispers, his hand sliding between your bodies to find that sensitive spot. "let me feel you."

you shatter around him, your whole body convulsing as the orgasm rips through you. he follows with a broken groan, spilling deep inside you as he buries his face in your neck.

for a long moment, neither of you move. you're both breathing hard, tangled together in the dark.

finally, he pulls back just enough to look at you, his hand cupping your cheek.

"i'm sorry," he whispers one more time. "i love you. i'm so sorry."

you close your eyes, fresh tears spilling over. "i love you too," you whisper back.

and in that moment, wrapped up in his arms, you believe him for now.

until tomorrow. until the next call.

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just a lil note: i really do think canonically- jack would have this problem...

if he loved again. if he found himself in a relationship.

he would be fighting against drowning himself in work, or spending time with his partner. maybe guilt, maybe something else to it.

you pick up the call on your late shift, voice sliding into that warm, filthy-sweet tone you know drives them wild. “hey there, handsome. welcome to the hotline. first time calling? we’re gonna have so much fun. just so you know, this is a charged line. it’s gonna hit your card at $4.99 a minute once we get going. you still wanna play?”

sammy’s deep southern drawl comes through steady and low. “yeah… i’m aware. go ahead and charge it, darlin’. name’s sammy. i’m sittin’ in my patrol car behind the old mill, still on duty but it’s dead quiet out here. wife tammi’s waitin’ at home but i’ve been rock hard all shift thinkin’ about callin’ someone like you.”

“good boy. card’s processing now. you’re all mine for as long as you stay on the line. you parked somewhere safe and dark?” you ask, already taking full control.

“windows up, lights off. nobody around for miles. got my cock out already.”

“mm, eager. wrap that big hand around it for me, sammy. slow strokes first..base to tip, nice and firm. spit on it and get it real wet. that’s it. i want you fuckin’ your fist like you’d fuck my tight little pussy.”

he lets out a thick groan, the car seat creaking as he leans back. “fuck yeah… feels good already. your voice is makin’ my dick throb. i shouldn’t be doin’ this on duty but damn i need it. been wantin’ to cum all night.”

“harder now,” you purr, guiding him. “twist your wrist at the head every time you come up. imagine me sneaking into that squad car, climbing right into your lap, and sinking down on every thick inch. i’d ride you so deep, officer. you’d be balls deep in my wet cunt while your uniform’s still on.”

sammy’s breathing gets heavier, strokes picking up speed. “god damn, baby… i’d grip those hips and bounce you on my cock so hard. bet your pussy would squeeze me so fuckin’ tight. i wanna fill you up, shoot my load deep inside you while i’m supposed to be patrollin’ these streets.”

“that’s nasty, sammy. i love it. keep talking like that while you jerk faster. tell me what you’d do to me.”

“i’d bend you over the hood of this car,” he growls, voice rough and hungry now. “pull those panties to the side and fuck you raw from behind. slap that ass till it’s red while my cock stretches you open. shit… i’m married but right now all i can think about is pumpin’ this fat dick into some slut like you. you’d take it so good, wouldn’t you?”

“yes i would, officer. i’d back up on it and beg for more. speed up for me, sammy. fuck your fist like you’d fuck my throat.”

the wet rhythmic sounds of his hand get louder over the line. sammy groans deep and filthy. “fuck… i’d make you choke on it first, get it all sloppy, then bend you over and rail that pussy till you’re creamin’ all over me. i wanna hear you moan my name while i’m balls deep, fillin’ you up with this married cum. shit baby, i’m gettin’ close already.”

“good. don’t stop. stroke faster, twist at the head. you’re doing so fucking good for your first time. you gonna cum for me, sammy? make a mess in that patrol car while you’re on duty?”

“yeah… fuck yes. i’m gonna cum so hard. gonna shoot it all over my hand thinkin’ about breedin’ that tight cunt. here it comes, fuck. oh fuck, baby..”

he lets out a long, guttural moan, almost a growl, as he finishes. you hear the slick sounds of him pumping through every pulse, breathing ragged while thick spurts cover his fist and probably the steering wheel.

after a few heavy breaths he chuckles low, voice still thick with satisfaction. “jesus christ, darlin’… might need to call you again real soon.”

you smile, purring into the phone. “anytime, sammy. clean up that mess, i’ll be waiting.”

“I said it’s nice to meet you, sweetheart.” Jack repeats. Frank chuckles somewhere behind you, and your ears burn with embarrassment.

“It’s nice to meet you too, Mr. Abbot.” You smile at him. He angles his head back, chin out, and studies you from down his nose. The eye contact feels so intense that your knees threaten to buckle and you can’t help but look away.

You’re awkward and ditzy the whole evening. Stuttering over your words, mishearing things, bumping into the table and almost dropping your plate.

At one point you’re so distracted staring at Jack’s lips while he eats that Robby has to snap at you to get your attention. “Jesus christ, honey.” He laughs and shakes his head. “You back now?”

Jack’s kind enough to stifle his chuckle and smirk down at his plate, playing it off like everyone didn’t just catch you ogling him.

Soon everyone's plates are cleared. You and Frank stand up to take the dishes to the kitchen, and you know what’s coming before he even starts talking.

“You’re really subtle, you know that?”

“Oh my god, shut up.” You grumble, putting the stack of plates in the sink.

“No, seriously.” He says, of course, not shutting up. “I mean I know you, so I can tell that you’re undressing Abbot with your eyes— but I’m sure he hasn’t even noticed.”

You groan and thump your forehead against the cabinet dramatically. “Frank. Please. I already wanna crawl into a hole.”

Frank’s sarcastic snark turns into an equally irritating coo. “Don’t worry, princess.” He reaches out and pinches your cheek. “He probably thinks you’re the cutest thing.” He just laughs when you smack his hand away and shoot him a hard glare.

You guys bring out icecream and more beers after washing the dishes. Robby beckons you over and pats his thigh, summoning you to sit in his lap. Your cheeks are so warm as you do it, hyper-aware of Jack's presence next to you while you settle into Robby's chest. He's not even 5 feet away.

The three men keep chatting while you’re eating your icecream. You try to keep your head down, hoping not to embarrass yourself any further. But then you feel something pulling your gaze towards Jack. It's his eyes on you-- fixated on your mouth. Watching the spoon disappear then come back out clean, the white cream lingering on your bottom lip that your tongue darts out to swipe away. Your heart hammers in your chest.

When you finish your icecream Robby's quick to take your bowl from you and put it on the table. Then his warm hand finds your thigh. Rubs up and down in what starts as a soothing gesture, but soon his touch moves higher and higher…

“Da-“ the word catches in your throat as you spare a glance at Jack. He’s watching you like a hawk. You shift nervously in Robby's lap.

Robby leans forward, smirks against your neck then presses a kiss there. “What was that, sweetheart?” His voice rumbles against you through his chest. His big hand cups your pussy over your skirt. “It’s okay, you can say it in front of Jack.”

“Daddy,” it’s barely above a whisper. Jack curses under his breath, leaning back in his chair and spreading his legs to accommodate the blood rushing to his dick. Frank’s grinning from across the table.

“Attagirl." Robby presses another kiss to your cheek, his facial hair leaving a scratchy tickle. You curl back further into him. "Don't be shy, honey. Jack's practically family."

You let out a small squeak at that. All actual words seem to escape you as Robby presses his fingers firmly against your clit. You can’t help but raise your hips in search of more delicious friction.

“That feel good, pretty girl?” Jack voices, soft and gruff and just a bit teasing. You turn to hide your face in Robby’s neck. He chuckles while Jack clicks his tongue. “C’mon, sweetheart, look at me. I don’t bite.”

Your gaze hesitantly finds his. He’s careful to keep his smile kind and reassuring despite the intense hunger looming behind his eyes. “There she is.” He crooks two fingers, gently beckoning you towards him like you’re a small animal threatening to bolt. “C’mere, babygirl. Why don’t you sit with me.”

That open invitation is enough to override any shyness you’re still feeling. Robby releases his hold on you and you’re on your feet in an instant, practically tripping over yourself in your haste to get into Jack’s lap.

Robby laughs at your eagerness. “That’s more like it.” He reaches over to where you’re now straddling Jack to grope your ass through your dress then delivers a solid smack. “Needy fuckin’ girl.”

Jack’s grinning up at you, hands running up and down your sides while you smile shyly back at him. You loop your arms around his neck. He tilts his head up. “Gimme a kiss, honey.”

Your smile widens to show your teeth, exposing your giddiness. Jack mirrors it and brings a finger up to tap his lips.

You take your cue, leaning down and giving him a sweet peck. He chuckles against your mouth, murmurs “you’re cute,” then his hand finds the back of your neck to urge you closer. He uses the gasp you let out as an opportunity to slide his tongue into your mouth.

He kisses exactly how he presents— confident, measured, smooth. Everything is intentional despite the obvious passion behind it, from the way his teeth graze your lip to the way his hips rise up to meet yours.

When you finally pull away you’re breathless. Your head is swimming, your cheeks are hot, arousal swirls in your stomach, and you’re craving more of him.

“Oh my god,” you mean to whisper, but it comes out more like a moan.

Frank laughs. “Baby, he hasn’t even touched you yet.”

“Don't be an asshole,” You snip back before you can think better of it. Jack purses his lips with a quiet ooh, amusement twinkling in his eyes— but it earns you a low warning to “watch that mouth” from Robby.

“Uh oh, letting the good girl act slip already?” The younger man taunts again. He looks so fucking smug, and you really could smack him— but you know the better angle to play.

“Frank,” you’re whining now, gripping Jack’s shirt and throwing in a pout for good measure. You know it's working when you feel Jack's hand rub your back soothingly.

“Ignore him, babydoll.” Jack coos. “You’re doing great.”

Robby lets out a low whistle. “Careful, man. She’s gonna have you wrapped around her finger.”

Jack just shrugs and clicks his tongue. “She already does.” He shoots you a little wink, like the two of you are colluding and this is some shared scheme. You giggle and lean down for another kiss.

You’re far more comfortable now, rolling your hips against his bulge shamelessly and whimpering into his mouth. Somewhere to the side you hear Robby grumble “I’m gonna regret this,” and you can practically feel Frank roll his eyes.

“Heard so much about this tight little pussy, sweetheart.” Jack says gruffly into your mouth. “Gonna let me feel it?” You’ve never nodded so fast. “Yeah?” He voices. “C’mon, pretty girl. Tell me.”

“Wanna ride you,” you breathe out, reaching down to fumble with his belt. “Please, Mr. Abbot, wanna feel you inside me.”

“Good girl, honey. Such nice manners.” Jack’s eyes flit to Robby, who returns the look with a smirk. Jack’s own hand replaces yours on his belt, unclasping it with ease and then working open his fly. “Your daddy taught you well, didn’t he?”

“Mhm,” you affirm. You bite your lip and cast a smile in Robby’s direction, swelling with pride when he gives you an approving nod.

When you look down next, Jack’s cock is out, thick and heavy against his abdomen, already leaking. You suck in a sharp breath.

“Here, doll.” Jack’s hand finds your ass and urges your hips up slightly, allowing him to reach under your skirt and pull your panties aside. “Now sit down, let me inside you.”

You tilt your hips forward and let him angle his cock against your entrance. You moan as you sink down on him, your cunt stretching deliciously as you accommodate his size.

“Thaaat’s it,” he groans out, fingertips digging into you hips. “Shit, Mike, you weren’t kidding. Best fuckin’ pussy I’ve ever felt.”

You pause once your thighs meet the top of Jack’s, breathing heavily and adjusting to the fullness. One of Jack’s hands trails upwards and kneads your breast— you’re braless in your dress, and the thin fabric of the bodice is the only thing separating his fingers from your nipple as he pinches gently. You whimper.

“You like that, babygirl?” Jack asks with a smirk before leaning forward to press a heated kiss to your neck. He ruts his hips upwards, driving his cock further into you and grinding his pelvis against your clit. That action alone is enough to make your head collapse against Jack’s shoulder. He does it a few more times, gripping your hips and thrusting up into you, and the pleasure is overwhelming.

“Get moving, sweetheart.” Robby’s low command pulls you back to reality. You glance his way and are surprised to see Frank kneeling at his feet, palming the bulge in his jeans— you hadn’t even noticed the younger man move. “Don’t make Jack do all the work.

You stare at the two of them, watching Frank free Robby's hard cock from his pants, and roll your hips absentmindedly. You startle to attention when Robby says your name, short and commanding. "Yes, daddy, sorry."

You start moving your hips with intention, lifting up off Jack's cock and coming back down in a steady rhythm. “Look at that.” Jack murmurs appreciatively, his eyes raking over your body as you ride him. “So pretty, aren’t you?”

“Thank you,” you say with a breathless little smile. You distantly hear Robby exhale to your side, a familiar tell that Frank has his mouth on him. Jack pulls down the rouched cups covering your breasts, hooking the neckline under them so he can watch your tits bounce. You whimper when you hit the right angle and Jack’s cock sponges over your g-spot. Your rhythym falters. “Oh my god, feels so good.”

“I’ve got you, babydoll.” Jack cups one breast in a warm palm while his other hand grips your waist, guiding your movements and helping to support some of your weight. “Keep going, just like that. Want you to make yourself cum on my cock— can you do that for me, sweet girl?”

“Yes,” you respond in a rush, gripping his shoulders and rocking his dick against that perfect spot. You can feel your release building in your core, tingling in your stomach and pulsing through your cunt. Jack starts to jerk his hips up to meet you. “Please, please, right there.”

“There you go. Good girl.”

That soft, gruff praise spilling from Jack’s lips sends you over the edge. Nearly blinding pleasure shoots through you, making your thighs shake and your pussy clench and a lewd moan catch in your throat.

Jack groans at the vice-like grip of your walls, and he brings his other hand to your waist, continuing to lift you up and down on his cock as you tremble through your orgasm. “Fuck.”

“Not inside, man.” Robby warns, voice rough with arousal as Frank takes his cock down his throat.

“I know, I know.” Jack thrusts a few more times, letting you ride out your pleasure. Then he’s patting your hip. “C’mon, baby, get on your knees for me— lemme cum in that pretty mouth.”

You struggle to obey, moving gracelessly off his lap on shaky legs. Jack helps you, steadies your movements with a strong hold on your waist.

You take his head into your mouth immediately with no prompting. Jack makes a choked sound that eggs you on, makes you suckle needily, humming at the taste of your own pussy mingled with the precum leaking from his tip.

"Fuck, that's it. You're so fucking good at that, babygirl." Jack grits out. The sensation along with the sight of you-- hands in your lap, lips stretched around his cock, bleary eyes gazing up on him through your lashes-- is enough to get him there. "Good girl, here it comes--"

You moan when the first rope of come hits your tongue. You push down deeper, allowing him to shoot down your throat, and the effort is rewarded with a long, low groan from Jack.

"Swallow it all, sweetheart." Robby urges from the sidelines-- as if you'd ever dare to waste a single drop. You swallow two big mouthfuls and don't stop until Jack sucks in sharply through his teeth. You pull off with a lewd pop.

"Goddamn, honey." Despite sounding breathless Jack is reaching for you immediately, picking you up under your shoulders and coaxing you back up into his lap.

"Show him." Comes another command from Robby.

You open your mouth without second thought, allowing Jack to see the broad pink expanse of your tongue. He blows out an impressed breath, reaching up to grasp your chin and sliding his thumb past your lips. You smile around the digit as he strokes your tongue. "You really have got the best girl, Mike."

Robby lets out a huff, half assured half humored. "Sure, when she wants to be."

You pout at that, nuzzling into Jack's chest and making all three men chuckle. Jack's arms wrap around you, rubbing your back and holding you close.

You blink sleepily, finall taking in the scene of Frank, still on the ground, leaning with his head on Robby's thigh. Robby's pants are back on-- he must've cum somewhere along the way-- and there's a wet spot on the front of Frank's jeans. You look at his face to find him already watching you, and when your lips curl in a jeering grin he narrows his eyes and mouths don't say a fucking word.

Normally you wouldn't be able to resist, but Jack's dick left you feeling calm, satisfied and floaty, so all you do is stick out your tongue at him. Frank rolls his eyes.

"So, you wanna come over for the game tomorrow night?" Robby asks after the short stretch of silence, fingers carding through Frank's hair. Jack hums, as if considering, and gives your clothed ass a couple hearty pats.

It was one of those moments where you’d become acutely aware of the fact that you inhabited a body, constantly bumping up against various objects and other bodies. Sensing. Experiencing.

The air was blustery cold from the combination of the overhead fan spinning at full speed and the air conditioning blasting. Your dad ran hot, so every summer he made your home a frosty oasis. You didn’t particularly mind. There was something comforting in how the massive fuzzy throw blanket you’d bogarted all your childhood shielded you from the cold, and the contrast it created when you let one foot dangle out from the edge.

You were sharing that blanket now, with another warm body. Your cheek rested against one firm pectoral, the rest of his chest supported the weight of your slanted body. One muscled arm curled over your shoulders. If you angled your chin up you would nose at the long jugular vein, hidden under soft, supple flesh, just beneath a stubbled jaw. He smelled like sandalwood and beer.

The room was dark, save for the glow cast across the room by the TV sat on the built in shelf to the left of the far living room wall. Images flashed but all you registered were the brightness and colors. The Barbie movie. You’d convinced your father and Uncle to watch the Barbie movie with you. It was only once in a blue moon these days that they both had the night off, you intended to make the most of it. You missed doing proper family stuff together.

Your dad was in the armchair, closer to the TV. He’d occasionally looked over his shoulder at you two to make the odd comment on the aesthetics of the movie or to ask which other movie he’d seen this or that actor in. Jack’s gravelly voice answered. His fingers squeezed your shoulder.

The questions and commentary had long petered out. Even over the film you could hear the telltale change in your father’s breathing. He wasn’t asleep, not yet, but he was dozing. Nodding off into soft snores that occasionally cut short, his head jerking back up into focus. He was trying his best.

Behind him, on the long grey sofa, under the plush throw blanket you’ve napped under for an odd decade, your Uncle Jack’s hand wrapped tightly around your wrist and pulled your hand into his lap. Your stomach turned as his hips rolled up to press the hard line of his clothed cock against your palm. There was no mistaking his intentions.

You tried to make a fist, but he squeezed your wrist so hard it was painful. You whimpered and released your grip.

“You alright, pumpkin?” Your father asked groggily over his shoulder.

You opened your mouth. The words created a traffic jam in your throat. They felt jagged. You knew you should say something, tell your father what was happening, scream at your uncle Jack to let you go. Your face felt hot. Your body rejected the notion of admitting reality aloud. Too much time elapsed.

“She’s alright. Just got startled,” Jack assured him smoothly, his thumb petted the inside of your wrist. Did anything startling even happen on screen? It didn’t seem to matter because your dad didn’t look back. You watched the back of his head nod, then continue its rest against one propped hand.

Under the blanket Jack rocked his hips surreptitiously against the flat of your palm, a huff of hot breath exhaled through his nostrils. He bit his lower lip as he used your hand to massage the erection pressing against the soft crotch of his sweatpants. You felt dumb. Frozen stiff while he rubbed himself with your unobliging hand. Your skin crawled. Goosebumps bubbled up under a sheen of sweat across your arms. You felt sick.

His hips tilted up and his tongue poked out from the corner of his lips. His expression was focused. One hand maneuvered, sliding the waistband of his pants down. His other hand overlapped the back of yours, and wrapped it around the tip of his cock. It was and was not like the padded leather head of the gearshift, back when he had taught you how to drive a stick shift. Your mind reeled with a thousand little memories of your Uncle Jackie instructing you through some new rite of passage. This shouldn’t have been one of them. This was wrong.

From the other side of the armchair your father cleared his throat, and your body stiffened against your uncle’s side as he slid your loose fist over the top half of his shaft. God, your dad was still awake. He would…he would notice something was off. He’d hear the rustling, or the sparse, quiet groans Jack was letting out when your thumb grazed his slit. Would your dad blame you? Would he think you were a slut for…no…no you didn’t start this. You didn’t want this.

You don’t want this. Who would? Who would feel hot all over? Whose panties would be so unbearably slick that they’d begun to wonder if they’d started their period? Who would feel a hot ripple through their core as their uncle forced their hand to speed up, loose and sloppy, slick with pre cum, over the rigid shaft of his cock?

You pinched your eyes shut, and braced yourself to endure this to its end. “Can’t see the movie with your eyes closed,” he rasped against the shell of your ear. Distantly you heard a long snore from the arm chair. You opened your eyes to stare into the screen as if it could become a window through which to escape your own body.

As you did, Jack used his idle hand to toss the cover off your laps, exposing his hard, red cock to the cool air. You couldn’t stop staring at the way his fist fit over yours, sliding up and down faster and faster, twisting on the up-stroke. His pale, hairy, thighs rippled and shook as his hips drew up tight. He let out a low groan and slick, hot, cum painted your knuckles pearlescent white.

You looked to the armchair, expecting your father to turn and begin shouting. A loud snore emitted from behind it and he stayed still. Looking back at your Uncle Jack with his shark like grin and gleaming eyes that became blurry as your own eyes watered. Your bottom lip trembled as he pulled you close, running your hand through the slick mess over his flacid, oversensitive cock. He shivered and kissed the top of your head.

“Good job kid.” He whispered.