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What happens when your girls make Chris, your neighbor, join you all out for the night?
Warnings: Smut. Black plus size reader x Chris Evans
Part two
“Shit…you little tease..” Chris groaned, closing his eyes briefly, his breathing quickening the longer he looked at the picture you sent. A million thoughts went through his mind and he felt all the blood rush to his dick the longer he stared. The ratio of your curves had him stuck and his mouth open as if he were trying to catch flies.
What happens when your girls make Chris, your neighbor, join you all out for the night?
Warnings: smut
Part One
“Tonight! Nah! I can’t tonight! Jeff…I am busy moving shit into my new place, man. Alright…alright. How about…tomorrow night? I’m off work, we can grab a couple of beers with the guys—Who?”
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Lovergirl Featurette: Imagine if Jack Abbot was your baby daddy, who still had feelings for you….
Jack abbot x black!reader
Warning(s): SMUT (18+, MDNI), dubcon, kinda dark Jack, obsessive!Jack, jealous!Jack, unprotected sex
You had met Jack Abbot at the local coffee shop. He’d waltzed in still wearing his scrubs after his shift. In typically fashion, he’d ordered a black coffee with three sugars. He’s not used to seeing the coffee shop be this crowded.
Usually, when he gets off of his shift, it’s a dead zone in here with a few early morning runners or early birds. Normally, in any situation like this, he’d just walk out of the door and head home, but he really just wants a moment to sit down and not stand on his leg.
Plus, he wants to actually enjoy his coffee while it’s hot. Not sip on it when it’s reheated.
He spots an open chair at the table with you and weighs his options. He could go and ask, and you’d say yes. Or he’d ask and you’d flat out tell him no, and he would smile and be on his way.
One look at your pretty face makes option one sound more tempting. He strolls over in your directions, a visible lack of confidence in the walk paired with the dull ache of being on the prosthetic all day.
You look up from your notebook just as Jack stops at your table.
“Hi, do you mind if I sit here? All the other tables are pretty crowded…”
You glance around at the other tables before shooting Jack a smile that he can only describe as dazzling. “Yeah, of course. Take a seat.”
You reach over to slide your bag from the seat just as Jack sits down. You start to sketch on your notebook again while Jack sips on his coffee and looks out the window. It’s a peaceful calm with only the quiet murmurs of the other customers, along with the sound of the espresso machine.
Jack looks down and catches sight of your drawing. “You’re really good at that.”
He immediately cringes at the sentence. The long shift has left his cognitive prowess at a minimal.
You chuckle, “Thank you. I could do a sketch of you, if you’d like.”
Of course, he agrees. Anything to keep some form of conversation going with you. Throughout the coffee, you both introduce yourselves to each other before starting to get to know each other more.
Jack becomes enamored with you almost instantly. He hasn’t been this interested in someone since his wife. When you present the sketch to him, it leaves him stunned. It’s amazing all of the small details about him that you were able to capture.
From that point, you and Jack make the little meetings a recurring thing. He doesn’t stick around longer than he has to for handoffs. He tells Robby what he needs to know and dips out of the hospital to walk to the cafe.
You’re always sitting in the same spot, waiting with your coffee order. You even buy his coffee—which Jack immediately shuts down because you shouldn’t be spending your money on him.
But it’s perfectly fine if he spends his money on you. You both talk for hours. Jack’s pain in his leg fades away with the conversation, and he doesn’t even remember how tired he is.
It’s not quite unexpected when you end up back at his apartment, your hand tangled in his silver curls. He pauses to mention his leg to you, which obviously doesn’t bother you.
It’s not too long after that when he has bent over his counter, clawing at the granite and drooling because of the intense drag of his dick through your warm walls.
You lose count of how many times that Jack makes you cum that day. He has you in so many positions that it makes your head spin just thinking about it.
You aren’t surprised that he would be good at making you feel good. Jack has the look of someone who values their partner’s pleasure written all over him.
However, what is surprising is the fact that when you take a pregnancy test two weeks later, it comes back positive.
You take three more…and surprise, surprise, they all come back positive.
-
Telling Jack that you’re pregnant is a job within itself. You didn’t exactly have his number to call him. You both had never traded numbers. You and Jack liked the intimacy of having those moments in the coffee shop together before you returned back to your lives.
However as you sit across from him, you swallow nervously as you sip at your green tea. Jack notices that it’s not your usual sugary confection.
“Hey, is something wrong?”
On his end, he’s mentally preparing himself to hear you say that you don’t want to see him anymore. Maybe, you felt like he was too old. Honestly, he was pushing fifty and he wondered if he was some kind of creep because he liked you.
“I’m pregnant.”
As soon as the words leave your mouth, you take a sip of your tea, burning your tongue in the process.
Jack’s ears rings, and this time it isn’t from the tinnitus that he developed after serving two tours.
“Pregnant?”
You nod, chewing on your lip, “Yeah, I took four tests, they all came back positive. And before you give me that look because I’m aware that tests can come back with false positives, I already went to my primary, and she confirmed it.
You try not to be insulted when you see the next questioning look that crosses his face.
“Yes, it’s yours. I’ve only had sex with you, Jack,” you spit out, biting back the sting of tears. The hormones and stress of the situation has you emotion out of this world.
“I’m sorry, I wasn’t trying to imply anything. I just wanted to be sure. What are you thinking? Obviously, this is your body, so I’ll respect whatever option that you choose,” Jack states, though some part of him secretly craves this.
“I don’t know. I haven’t had much time to think it over. I just wanted to let you know, so that maybe we could figure out together,” you explain, your wide eyes gazing over at him.
That look alone lets Jack know how scary this must all be for you. He reaches across the table, “Sweetheart, whatever you decide, I’ll be here to support you through it.”
-
You decide to keep the baby, which Jack is elated by. From the moment that you both agree to keep it, Jack is by your side every step of the way.
When you have an appointment, he’s driving you there and even picking you up food on the way there. He’s constantly texting you while you’re at work, checking on you and the baby. Don’t even mention that you didn’t pack lunch, Jack is immediately sending food your way.
He’s on top of your prenatals and vitamins. He’ll text during the morning, reminding you to take them.
As your pregnancy progresses, Jack falls more and more in the love with the idea of being a father. He imagines a chunky baby with curly hair laying on his chest.
When your bump starts to show, Jack is over the moon. To him, it signifies that your baby is healthy and growing. He wants to remain respectful, but there’s a part of him that craves to touch your bump.
You catch him eyeing your stomach one day and chuckle, “Jack, you can touch my stomach. This is your baby too.” You only have to tell him once before he’s spreading his large hand across your bump.
You try to ignore the way that your body reacts to feeling his hands on you. You and Jack had agreed to keep things platonic for the sake of the baby. Who knows why you both thought that would be a good idea?
Before you know it, you’re riding Jack on your couch, fingers clutching at his shoulders. He looks down at your growing belly and your breasts, which have increased in size. He’s in awe at you truly.
He grabs your hips in his, “You’re so gorgeous like this, honey. Growing my baby and letting me fuck you full still.” He moves his hands up to grasp at your sensitive breasts, “And these. It makes me even harder knowing that these are gonna fill with milk for our baby.”
The combination of his words, along with the added stimulation of his fingers rolling across your nipples has you cumming loudly.
You and Jack swear that this is the last time.
But it’s not. You have sex in his truck after one of your appointments. You have sex when you go to pick out the baby crib and paint for the nursery. You even have sex late at night because you were horny and craving Jack.
It doesn’t take long for Jack to ask you to be his girlfriend after that. There isn’t anything that he wouldn’t do for you or the baby. If you’re craving some ridiculous concoction, he’s all on board for getting it. If he isn’t available, best believe he’s sending Robby in his place.
As your bump grows more and more, so does the pain and fatigue. Jack is there to massage your aching back and feet. In fact, he even hires a masseuse who specializes in massages for pregnant women to come massage your back and stomach.
When you can’t see your feet and need to shave, Jack is elated to be the one doing it. He might as well be a barber with how much care and dedication he puts into shaving you.
When you need a pregnancy pillow, consider it bought. The baby’s nursery. Already done. Jack and Robby spent a full day building and organizing to your desire.
“What about right here, honey?” Jack asks, as he moves the dresser with Robby for the third time.
You frown, “No, it looks wrong there. Can we try moving it there, please?”
Both men move the dresser, but you can see the sweat and how tired they are. Before either of them know it, you’re pouting and sniffling, and then you’re just full-blown crying.
“I’m sorry. I’m working you both so hard and being difficult,” you state, sobbing and rubbing at your eyes.
Jack’s expression softens, “Hey, baby, you’re not being difficult. You’re doing what feels best for our baby. We don’t have a problem with that. Right, Robby?”
“Right. Whatever will be best for my niece or nephew, consider it done,” Robby answer.
You wipe at your eyes, “Are you both sure?”
“Of course we are. Now, why don’t you go rest. There’s watermelon in the fridge,” Jack said.
“Okay, thank you both. Love you,” you said, pressing your lips to Jack’s. You waltz out of the room without realizing what you’ve said to Jack.
His jaw is dropped, but then the goofy smile crosses his lips. “Love you too, baby,” he mutters, before turning back to Robby.
“You’re far, gone, brother,” Robby comments, smiling at seeing Jack so happy.
“M’right where I wanna be,” Jack answers, before navigating to the dresser again.
-
When you and Jack find out that the gender of the baby is a boy, he cries. Not some cute cry, but fully sobs in the room. Your OBGYN zooms in your baby boy as he sleeps peacefully.
Jack turns to you, “That’s our baby boy in there.”
He’d always imagined what it would be like to have a son. His mind goes to all of the different ways that he and his son will bond together. He thinks of all the things he wants to teach him.
He thinks that he couldn’t get more happier than this moment, but then he feels his baby boy start kicking and he’s over the moon.
“Let daddy feel you kick one more time, buddy,” Jack mutters against your bump. In response, your son kicks lightly.
Jack laughs, “Ooo, that’s a strong one, buddy. You’re gonna give your old man a run for his money.”
You curl your fingers in his hair, “You both get to have your little boys day out.”
Most of the time, Jack finds himself talking to your son, even while your sleeping. You’ll get random texts from him during the day asking how you and his baby boy are doing.
The excitement never dies down.
On July 17th at 9:15 PM, Koda Jackson Abbot, makes his grand entrance into the world weight 8lbs and 6 ounces. Jack is in pure awe at seeing the doctor holding his little boy. He’s in even more awe when he gets to cut the umbilical cord.
Koda is set upon your chest and Jack can’t help but take in the sight of his baby. You smile up at him with tears in your eyes. Jack presses a kiss to your forehead, “I love you, baby. Thank you for giving me this.”
He follows behind the nurses when they go to clean Koda up. He eagerly scoops Koda into his arms when it’s time for skin-to-skin.
Fatherhood suits Jack Abbot quite nicely.
-
Jack’s an amazing father. You never have to doubt that. He makes sure that you and Koda are good. He’s attentive and caring. During your healing process, Jack takes extra special care of you, especially when making sure that you have enough rest.
Things go great for you both.
Until they don’t.
Jack falls into some old destructive habits. He spends more time rushing into work, especially when he’s not needed. He doesn’t know why he does it, but it just happens. Your relationship starts to get rocky. You both try to make it work, but it just falls through.
Jack knows that he’s to blame.
Even with you both not being together, you still co-parent effortlessly. You both agreed that you would never let any of your problems affect Koda. He was always yours and Jack’s #1 priority.
The schedule that you both craft is good. All mentions of your past relationship is put on the back burner, but that doesn’t mean that Jack doesn’t miss you. He still yearns for those quiet and intimate moments that you shared.
He misses holding you and sharing kisses. But he respects your boundaries.
Two years pass by of peace with co-parenting. But that doesn’t stop Jack from subtly flirting with you. You catch him checking you out more times than you can count.
“Is this a new dress?” He asks, eyes running up and down your figure.
You roll your eyes playfully, “Yes, Jackson, this is a new dress. Let’s keep our eyes to our self.”
Jack shrugs, “A man can’t appreciate how beautiful the mother of his child looks?”
That was another thing, Jack didn’t play none of that calling you his baby mama. You were always to be referred to as the mother of his child. Even when you would jokingly refer to him as your “baby daddy,” he never took it to heart.
You lean across the counter while staring at him, “Hey, are you free to take Koda this Saturday?”
“Yeah, I am. You got big plans with the girls?”
You bite at your lip, “Actually, I have a date.”
Jack almost breaks his neck with how fast he turns to look at you. He tries in vain to steel his expression, “Oh? I didn’t realize that you were dating again.”
Quite frankly, he wasn’t expecting you to date anyone else. He’d been dropping hints here and there about getting back together. Plus, in his head, you would always be his.
“It’s nothing too serious. Just a date with this guy that I work with,” You reply.
“Has he met Koda?” Jack questions, failing to hide the jealously in his voice.
“Of course not, Jack. You know I wouldn’t disrespect you like that.”
He sighs, “Yeah, honey, I’ll take Koda Saturday. Have fun on your date.”
You’re surprised at how well that he takes the news. You were expecting him to have a much bigger reaction.
Little do you know, Jack’s already planning on how he’ll ruin your date. He’ll let you have this little illusion of choice, but honestly, you’re always going to be his.
-
On Saturday, when you drop Koda off at Jack’s house, the man doesn’t hide that he’s ogling you.
He grabs Koda as you pass him to Jack. Koda smiles happily, auburn curls flopping in his face, “Daddy!”
Jack smiles in return before pressing a kiss to Koda’s chubby cheek, “Hey, buddy. I missed you so much. You ready to have fun?”
“Mhmm, daddy we play trucks,” Koda states. He was in his truck phase, and neither Jack nor Robby were making it better as they kept buying him toys to add to his collection.
“We sure are, buddy. We’re gonna have so much fun!” Jack lightly bounces him in his arms before looking at you.
“You look beautiful, sweetheart,” He tells you, trailing his eyes down your figure. You can’t help the heat that pinches at your skin.
“Thanks, Jack. Also, thanks again for doing this.”
“S’no problem, honey. Now go have fun.”
You smile and lean forward to kiss Koda’s cheek, “Bye baby. Mommy will be back to get you tomorrow. Be good for daddy okay?” You ruffle your hand through his curls which resemble yours, but with Jack’s ginger color.
“Otay mommy. I love you.”
“I love you too, baby bear.” You kiss Koda’s cheek one last time.
“No kiss for daddy?” Jack teases, even though he’s dead serious.
You roll your eyes before leaning in to press a kiss to his jaw. Both Jack and Koda watch as you walk to your car before getting in and driving off.
Jack looks down at his son, “Hey Koda, you want to do me a favor, and I’ll buy you a new truck?”
-
The date with Oliver, your coworker, is going surprisingly well. However, you’d be lying if you didn’t say that your mind was wandering to Jack. Though you tried not to, your mind instantly went to comparing Oliver to Jack.
You take another sip of wine as you try to redirect your thoughts.
Before you can respond to Oliver’s question, your phone buzzes on the table. You flip it over and see Jack’s name. Your stomach drops. Jack wouldn’t be calling you unless it was a dire emergency.
You look up at Oliver, “I’m sorry. It’s my kid’s dad.”
“Don’t apologize. You should take it. It could be an emergency,” Oliver said.
Clicking on the answer button, you hold the phone up to your ear, “Hello?”
“Hey, honey, Koda’s been crying for you for the past hour. I tried to get him settled down, but he’s inconsolable,” Jack answers.
“Okay, can you put him on the line?”
You hear the brief shuffle of the phone as Jack passes it to Koda.
Koda sniffles, “Mama…”
“Oh my baby. What’s wrong?”
“I miss you, mama. I want you to come back to me and daddy,” Koda responds, before he sniffles again.
Your heart clenches at hearing his little sniffles and sobs, “Hey, I’ll be right there in a bit, baby bear, okay? Just be a big boy for daddy and I’ll be there soon.”
“Otay, mama. I love you.”
“I love you too, baby.” You hang up the phone as you look back at Oliver with a tight-lipped smile.
Before you can explain, he smiles, “Hey, don’t apologize. Your son comes first always. We have plenty more time to go on another date.”
“Thank you, Oliver.”
-
It feels like you’re speeding as you rush back to Jack’s house. Which is honestly a little crazy on your part. When you make it there and park in the driveway, Jack opens the door on the first knock.
Koda reaches out for you as you grab him in your arms. “Hey, baby bear, are you okay?”
“Mhmm, I just missed you mommy.”
“I missed you too,” You said, kissing the crown of his head. You, Jack, and Koda all walk back into the house together as you all sit on the couch together. Jack turns on Little Bear, which happens to be one of Koda’s favorite shows. Pretty soon, Koda is asleep with his cheek pressed to your chest in the same way that he used to do when he was a baby.
“I can take him,” Jack suggests.
You seamlessly pass Koda over to him. You both watch as your baby boy snuggles further into Jack’s arms as he carries him to his room. Jack pushes Koda’s curls back before kissing his cheek.
“Night buddy. Daddy loves you.”
He walks back into the living room where you’re sitting. He plops back into the couch with you casually.
“So how was the date?” Jack asks.
“It was good. He was really nice,” You answer, trying to keep the conversation light. You figure that Jack doesn’t want to hear the ins and outs of your date with the other man.
You don’t even know that he paid Dennis to spy on you and Oliver from across the restaurant.
Jack hums, “Are you planning on going on another date with him?”
“I don’t know, maybe? He’s really nice and I like him. Isn’t this a bit awkward to be talking about with you?”
Jack shrugs, “Not at all. I think it’s important for us to have healthy communication with each other. That includes me asking about the man that’s taking out the mother of my child.”
“Do you ever think about dating other people?” You ignore the bitterness that you feel at Jack dating other women, or even just the thought of him sleeping with other women makes you sick. It’s hypocritical of you, but it still doesn’t ease the sting.
“Nope, I have my eye on one woman only. I’m just waiting on her to come to her senses.”
You laugh, “We tried, remember? We couldn’t make it work.”
“But that was the past, we can make it work this time. I’m in therapy and I’ve been setting boundaries with work. I love you, sweetheart. I love you and I love our little boy. Just give us a shot again.”
Just as before, you get lost in those hazel puppy eyes.
Jack always has a way of getting what he wants. That includes you. One minute, you’re both talking on the couch and the next minute, he has your legs pressed to your chest as he bullies his way inside of you.
You moan loudly as you clutch at him. Jack leans down, “Shhh…don’t wake our baby up. Be a good girl for me and keep quiet.”
You wonder how the man expects you to be quiet when he’s rearranging your insides.
You’re so lost in the pleasure of it all that you’re right where Jack wants you. He reaches a hand down to start playing with your clit, “M’never gonna let you go, honey. You, me, and Koda, we can be one big happy family. Maybe…we’ll have a little girl.”
Somewhere in your brain, the rational part of you fights against his words. Jack spots the hesitation in your gaze, which causes him to press himself deeper inside of you as he slots his lips against yours.
You’re so lost in your orgasm that you don’t even pay attention to the warm spurts of Jack’s cum painting your walls.
Oh well.
You’ll just have to plan for the next baby, but by that point, you’ll be married.
She, she, she, it is she… It is often she. And in the old songs and in the long nights, she holds him in the softness of her arms, in her arms that are open, in her arms that are wide, that are open, that are always, that must always be open. And in the old ways and in the old laws, this was arranged. All this was arranged. And who arranged it? Did Amel? And that is what it means to be loved. It is Amel. It is always Amel. It is often she… Into the land where the dead are kept, where the dead are worshipped. And why the days without number? And what am I for? What is this for? And what should Amel do with it if not to answer? And why are they throwing stones? And why is she curled on the ground? And why is it wound… And in my eyes is desire, and why is it desire? And why does he tell her what God has said? And why Amel in their mouths? And why must my voice be smooth? And why must I sing so low? And why is she kept? Why must she be kept? And why in this place must she be kept? And what does it mean if you are not asked? And what does it mean if you are not answered? And what is it to see and to know, but to be told… You have not seen. You have not known. And why is her tongue cut out? And why is her death prolonged? And when will it stop? And who will stop it? And why must they, must we, must I, must he, must they, as the millennia, unfold? Why the girl curled? Why her eyes lowered? Why on the side of the road? Why limp in the straw? I am the girl! I am the god! I am the voice! I am the song! I am the night! And I can answer! I can arrange it! I can say rise, and I can say speak! And I am her! And I am she! And I, I, I, I am the answer!
She, she, she, it is she… It is often she. And in the old songs and in the long nights, she holds him in the softness of her arms, in her arms that are open, in her arms that are wide, that are open, that are always, that must always be open. And in the old ways and in the old laws, this was arranged. All this was arranged. And who arranged it? Did Amel? And that is what it means to be loved. It is Amel. It is always Amel. It is often she… Into the land where the dead are kept, where the dead are worshipped. And why the days without number? And what am I for? What is this for? And what should Amel do with it if not to answer? And why are they throwing stones? And why is she curled on the ground? And why is it wound… And in my eyes is desire, and why is it desire? And why does he tell her what God has said? And why Amel in their mouths? And why must my voice be smooth? And why must I sing so low? And why is she kept? Why must she be kept? And why in this place must she be kept? And what does it mean if you are not asked? And what does it mean if you are not answered? And what is it to see and to know, but to be told… You have not seen. You have not known. And why is her tongue cut out? And why is her death prolonged? And when will it stop? And who will stop it? And why must they, must we, must I, must he, must they, as the millennia, unfold? Why the girl curled? Why her eyes lowered? Why on the side of the road? Why limp in the straw? I am the girl! I am the god! I am the voice! I am the song! I am the night! And I can answer! I can arrange it! I can say rise, and I can say speak! And I am her! And I am she! And I, I, I, I am the answer!
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Summary: After seeing the text message from Samira, you start pulling back from Jack. Naturally, Jack notices. There isn’t anything that he doesn’t notice about his babydoll. Now, you both are forced to navigate through all of these complicated feelings and miscommunication. Plus, Jack’s about to learn some hard truths about his best friend.
Part I. Part II.
Lovergirlnote: well…friends, lovers, sugar babies, this is the end of this series. We’ve been on quite the ride with Jack and his baby doll. Firstly, thank you all so much for love and interactions, it means the world. Secondly, it’s been decided by the council that I have to get permission first before I do any angst. But let me know any and all thoughts! 😂♥️
Warning(s): SMUT (18+, MDNI), unprotected sex (m/f), riding, voyeurism, blowjob, face sitting, teasing, dirty talk, dom!reader, high key sub!Jack and pathetic!robby, jealous!Jack, mean!reader, daddy kink, cum play (chile if auntie forgot something, I apologize)😂
Jack misses you.
Which is weird because he sees you constantly, but lately, he’s been missing you more. It doesn’t help that you’ve been acting strange. After your impromptu Love Island night, Jack’s been hearing less and less from you. Whenever he reaches out to plan a date for you or just spend time with you, you text back that you’re busy.
Initially, he believes that it may just be the stress from school or work. However, the semester is very much over, and Jack knows for a fact that you passed every one of your classes. He knows that because he spent an entire weekend celebrating with you in New York, and fucking you until you were leaving scratches down his back.
So, he suspects that it may be something else.
He can’t help but think about Robby’s words and wonders if it has something to do with him. Had you grown tired of your arrangement with him, and you were slowly trying to find a way out? What if you had found someone else to take care of you? Now, Jack isn’t broke, but he knows that there are other men out there with way more money than him, who could spoil you.
But you’d tell him if there was someone else, right?
Fortunately for Jack, he’s never been one to hold his feelings off or play the guessing game. He’s always been direct and to the point. He knows that he’ll need to have a conversation with you about the dynamic between the two of you, especially because he’s caught feelings for you. Those feelings, which happen to be broaching a certain l-word for the older man.
He only hopes that you feel the same way.
You know that you’re being weird.
You also know that it may be a little childish to be avoiding Jack instead of having a healthy conversation with him like adults, but you’re scared.
You’re scared because you’ve finally openly admitted to yourself that you’re in love with Jack Abbot.
You also suspected that the L-word was on the cusp of your lips, but you never thought that it’d hit you quite so quickly. You woke up on a random day, and your first thoughts went to Jack. When you saw the morning text messages from him, there was an immense amount of excitement that radiated through your entire body. It hit you like lightning, and you felt your stomach drop when you realized that you were in love with him.
However, since the incident at Robby’s house and the text message from Samira, you’ve been lying low to avoid heartbreak. You don’t think you’d be able to handle the fact that Jack is seeing someone else on the side and giving them the same care and affection that he’s been bestowing upon you.
Because what did that mean for his feelings for you?
A low pain travels through your head, and you opt to drop the subject from your mind before you end up in the hospital. You pop two Alleves before going to fix yourself a small breakfast. Your phone buzzes on the table, and you flip it over, expecting it to be a text from Jack.
Hotch
Hi, I’m in the area on Friday night. Are you free for a quick dinner? My treat, of course.
Excitement rings through your chest at the sight of the text message. Aaron Hotchner. Special agent and Unit Chief of the Behavioral Analysis Unit. You’d met the man in your master’s program when he came to guest lecture for your profiling class. You’d thoroughly impressed Aaron with your intellect and quick thinking when he proposed certain scenarios to the class. From that point, he’d made it a point to mentor you in your career and help you out whenever he could.
You
Aaron Hotchner in the city, and you want to see little ole me? I’m flattered, and yes, I’m free on Friday.
Hotch
I can see your penchant for teaching me hasn’t left. I look forward to seeing you, kid.
You
Same.♥️
Just as you’re about to put your phone down, you get a text message from Jack.
Jackie🦊💕
Hey, are you free this Friday? I’d really like to take you out and talk about some things
That feeling of dread and despair enters your stomach. Every girl knows that a man saying that he wants to talk about things is usually code for breaking things off.
Babydoll💕
Sorry, I can’t this Friday, I have plans. Maybe Saturday
Jackie🦊💕
Of course, sounds good!
I miss you a lot…🥺
Babydoll
I miss you too🥺💕
For a moment, Jack’s text gives you hope. Surely, he wouldn’t be breaking things off with you if he missed you. Right?
On Friday, you smooth out your dress and fluff out your hair as you check your purse. Hotch had mentioned that he was taking you to a more fancy restaurant, so you opted to wear one of your more classy dresses and heels.
“Tell Big Daddy Hotch to slide a few dollars my way,” Sasha comments.
You laugh loudly, “I can’t believe you still call him that. He’s gonna blush when I tell him.”
“That’s why I keep saying it. For that man to have all of that experience in profiling and behavior analysis, he sucks at hiding his expression,” Sasha said.
She comes around the bed to place her head on your shoulder, “Have you talked to Jack lately?”
“Here and there. He’s been checking on me and making sure that I’m okay, but it’s just weird, Sash. Why would Samira be texting him that late and saying that?” You question, fiddling with the necklace that Jack had gotten you.
“Well, we won’t know until you have a conversation with him. Look, I know you’re scared of the outcome, but it’s not fair to you or Jack that you’re holding all of this in. He can’t fix anything if he doesn’t know there’s a problem. You need to ask him about Samira and tell him about Robby’s geriatric hating ass.”
You chuckle at her statement. Ever since you had told Sasha about Robby’s comment, she’d had beef with him. You had to stop her from buying a spell from an Etsy witch.
“I know. I’m just scared.” You pause before looking at Sasha in the mirror, “I’m in love with him, Sasha.”
Sasha catches your gaze in the mirror. Her expression softens, “I know you are, which is why you need to communicate with him, okay?”
“I will.”
“Good, now go. You know how Hotch gets about people being on time,” Sasha said, ushering you to the door.
The drive to the restaurant isn’t long, as Hotch tried to be mindful of picking somewhere that’d be closer to your apartment. You walk into the restaurant as you politely greet the hostess. Once you drop Hotch’s name, she ushers you back to where he’s sitting. Hotch stands and smiles brightly as he sees you.
He pulls you into a hug before pressing a kiss to your cheek, “It’s nice to see you, sweetheart.”
“Nice to see you too, Hotch.” You respond as he pulls your chair out for you.
“I ordered that wine that you like,” Hotch said, moving your glass over in his direction before pouring some for you.
You chuckle, “They’re giving out raises now at the BAU?”
“Definitely not. But I haven’t seen you in a while, so I figured it’d be good to treat my favorite mentee,” He responds.
It isn’t long before you and Hotch order your respective dishes. You both catch up and idly chat about your lives since the last time that you saw each other.
“How’s Jack?”
“He’s good. He’s getting big. When I mentioned that I was coming here, he begged to come with me. He misses you,” Hotch said. He pulls out his phone and shows you an updated picture of Jack. You awe at the picture as you take in all of the changes that the little boy has gone through.
“I miss him too. Who else can I watch cartoons with?” You both chuckle. When you’d come to visit Aaron, you’d typically babysit Jack sometimes, especially if Aaron and the team had to work.
You take another sip of your wine, “How’s the team doing?”
“They’re good. They miss you. Morgan wanted me to let you know that he’s anticipating your call,” Hotch responds, lifting his eyebrows. You start laughing. It wasn’t a secret that you tended to flirt with the team whenever you were in town.
“I’ll come visit this summer, but only if I can stay at your place,” You state.
Hotch nods without hesitation, “Of course, you know there’s always room for you.” He takes a sip of his own whiskey before looking over at you, “Or when you graduate, you could come to work with us? We could use someone with your intellect on the team.”
You roll your eyes, “Is that why you invited me out, old man? You’re still trying to recruit me?”
“That’s definitely not the only reason. I missed you, and I wanted to catch up. Offering you a position on the team is just a bonus. Just think about it. Good benefits and pay. We’d even help out with relocating you to Virginia. There are a few houses in my neighborhood, so I could help you find something nice. Plus, you’d be surrounded by your friends.”
You bite your lip at the idea. It does sound rather tempting, but there’s also a sense of unease at the idea. Pittsburgh has been your home for years. All of your friends and family are here. Plus, Jack’s here.
“I don’t know, Hotch. I’d need to think it over. I mean, that’s a pretty big transition,” You answer.
Hotch nods, “Of course, I didn’t mean to pressure you. I just want what’s best for you, so let me know what you decide. Take all the time you need. In the meantime, I can see that there’s something else going on with you.”
‘Profilers,’ you think to yourself.
Hotch leans forward, “Is it a boy?”
Well, you definitely wouldn’t call Jack a boy.
“Yes, but I wouldn’t necessarily refer to him that way.”
Hotch nods, “Ah, so he’s older. You always did have a type. How old is this one?”
You both chuckle as the heat creeps up your neck. There’d been a period of time when you entertained the idea of having a crush on Hotch. Of course, he thought that you were attractive, but he’d never cross that line out of respect for you and his relationship with you.
“He’s 45. His name is Jack, and he’s an ER Doctor,” You respond.
“Hmm..tell me more about him. What’s he like?”
“He’s amazing, Aaron. He’s nice and funny. A little weird, but you know I like that about him. He’s always taking care of me and making sure that I’m okay. I think for the first time, since being with someone, I actually feel safe, and like I don’t have to take care of them, you know?”
“I know exactly what you mean, sweetheart. I’m still sensing that something’s going on. Did something happen?” Hotch asks.
You groan softly, “Yes. First, there was this situation with his best friend, who doesn’t like me. He basically implied that Jack isn’t as serious about this relationship as I am, and that there’s a possibility that he has his eye on his ex-wife and this girl that he works with. Then, when I was with Jack the other night, the girl texted him. She said, ‘Thanks for the other night.’ I mean, what does that even mean? Hotch, he made me feel so small in that moment.”
“Have you talked with Jack about any of this?”
You throw him a sheepish look, “No.”
He chuckles, “You’re scared, and by the tone of your voice, I think it’s safe for me to draw this conclusion: You’re in love with him.”
Hotch watches your expression soften as you nod in agreement.
“Yeah, I love him a lot, Aaron.”
Hotch knows that this is serious because there are only rare occasions when you call him Aaron.
Hotch reaches across the table to grab your hand, “Listen to me, sweetheart. You are one of the most talented and dedicated women that I’ve ever had the pleasure of meeting. Not only that, but you’re beautiful and kind-hearted. Any man would be lucky to have you in his life. Don’t you for a second let some asshole make you forget that. Now, I know you, and I know you’re scared, but from your description, Jack sounds like a good man. Which is why I think it’d be better for both of you if you talked to him about everything. And if it doesn’t go well, you know that Morgan, Rossi, and I will gladly pay him a visit.”
Hotch catches the tear before it can fall down your cheek.
In the midst of your moment with Hotch, you fail to notice that Jack is witnessing the entire interaction.
When Robby mentioned going out tonight, Jack really doesn’t want to. He’d rather be spending his time with you, but he figures that he deserves a little boy’s night out. Besides, he’d see you tomorrow, and he’d finally have the opportunity to address the elephant in the room.
The big elephant being that he’s in love with you.
He and Robby get to the restaurant around the same time. As they’re seated, he and Robby both order their drinks.
“This is pretty nifty,” Jack comments as he looks at the menu.
“Yeah, I’ve heard a lot of good reviews from Dana,” Robby responds.
“I’ll have to bring my girl here. She’d love this,” Jack said.
He clocks the way that Robby tenses up at the mention of you, but he decides not to openly comment on it. After the waitress takes their orders, Jack takes the opportunity to look around the restaurant. He freezes when his eyes land on you. He definitely watches you when he notices that you’re sitting across from a brunette man. It’s not lost on Jack that the man is older and handsome.
Who was this? Were you seeing someone else?
Robby catches Jack’s wandering gaze and looks over in the direction that he catches his friend staring at. He looks at you and the man that you’re sitting with. Robby selfishly feels vindicated at seeing you sitting at the table with the man who’s not Jack.
Jack feels queasy even more when he watches the man grab your hand in his. He also feels sick when the man reaches up to swipe his thumb across your cheek. The whole scenario just makes his heart feel heavy.
“You okay, brother?”
“You mind if we leave a little early?” Jack asks, to which Robby nods. Both men pay for their drinks before they exit the restaurant. Jack spares a fleeting glance in your direction, and his heart clenches as he notices you and the man laughing loudly.
As they exit the restaurant, Jack runs a frustrated hand through his hair. For a moment, he considers turning around to go to the restaurant to go to you. Which is exactly what he’s planning on doing until Robby stops him.
“Whoa, I’m not sure what you’re thinking, but violence definitely isn’t the answer.”
Jack scoffs, “I’m not planning anything like that. That’s my girl in there, and I’m going to get her.”
Robby sighs, “Jack, maybe it’s just time to let go, man. I mean, that was definitely a date that she was on, and she looked pretty cozy with him. I told you that these young girls were flighty, man. She’s not worth all of this heartache.”
Jack’s head snaps in his direction, “What the fuck are you talking about? You don’t get to talk about her like that. What’s your problem? You’ve been ragging on her for a while. If I hear one more negative thing come out of your mouth about her, you’ll be right back at the Pitt.”
“What? So that’s it? You haven’t even known her that long, Jack! What? You love her or something? You’ve known me for over twenty years, man, and you’re defending some girl over me?”
“Yes, Robby, that’s exactly what I’m doing. I do love her. I love her so much that I’d go in there and beg for her in front of all of those people,” Jack shouts.
What happens next is a shock to both men. Robby presses his lips against Jack’s before the other man pushes him back. They both look at each other in surprise.
“Robby…”
“Just forget it, Jack.” He walks off and leaves Jack standing there, surprised.
As much as Jack wants to go to him and talk it over, he can’t find it in himself to move. Because at the moment, the only person that matters to him is you.
“Thanks again for everything, Hotch,” You said, holding your arms out.
Hotch pulls you into his arms before pressing a kiss to your head, “Anytime, kid. Let me know if you need anything, okay?”
You nod, and you both get into your respective cars. On the ride to your apartment, you think about the conversation with Hotch. You think of the way that you’ll tell Jack that you love him. However, you’re surprised to see the man standing at your apartment door when you step off the elevator.
“Jack, what are you doing here?”
He looks up at you with those puppy dog eyes that make you weak in the knees, “Can we talk?’
“Yeah,” You respond, opening your apartment door and ushering him in.
As you close the door and turn back around to face Jack, you’re surprised as he crowds you against the door and connects his lips to yours. Jack pulls your face closer as he moves his lips against yours. It feels as though he’s trying to impart some part of himself into you. When he pulls back, you’re both breathless.
You both look at each other.
“I love you, baby,” He states as he meets your eyes.
You open your mouth to say something, but he stops you, “Just give me a second, I love you so much, sweetheart. I know we didn’t talk much about the long-term goals of our arrangement, but you’re it for me, baby doll. I can’t get you out of my head. You are the first thing I think of in the morning and the last thing I think about at night. I’d give you anything, be anything as long as it meant that I got to keep you.” elt this way about you for a long time
You’re speechless, that much is clear by the way that you keep opening and closing your mouth.
Jack brings both of his hands to cup the sides of your face. He stares deeply into your eyes, “Baby, I love you.”
He moves closer and starts pecking your lips. Between each kiss, he whispers, “I love you” each time. When he pulls back, you can see him searching your face for an answer.
You do the only reasonable thing you can think of: you burst into tears. And not the cute, polite tears. No, you violently sob as Jack pulls your body into his. He cradles your head as he whispers gently to you.
“I’m crying all over you. I’m sorry,” you said, voice still heavy with tears.
Jack chuckles, “Honey, you can cry on me as much as you like.” He grabs your hand to go sit on the couch. You watch as he goes to grab a bottle of water, along with some tissue. You go to grab the tissue, but Jack moves your hand as he starts to delicately dab away your tears.
He opens the water bottle and hands it to you.
“Now, do you mind telling me who the guy was that I saw you out with tonight?” Jack questions. You can hear the jealousy coloring his voice.
“You were at the restaurant?”
“Yeah, Robby invited me out. We left early because I saw you with him,” Jack mutters, emphasizing the last part of the sentence heavily. He also neglects to mention the fact that Robby kissed him.
“His name is Aaron Hotchner. He’s my mentor. I met him a few years ago when he guest lectured at my college. He’s been helping me navigate my career. He’s a Unit Chief for the Behavioral Analysis Unit in Virginia,” you explain.
“And he’s not your other like secret sugar daddy, right?”
You laugh, “No, definitely not. It’s strictly platonic between Hotch and me.”
Jack lets out a sigh of relief, “It’s just I saw him holding your hand, then he had his hand on your cheek. M’sorry, honey, I shouldn’t have doubted you like that.”
“It’s okay, Jack. Funny enough, he was only holding my hand because I was talking to him about you,” You said.
At this, Jack’s eyes brighten, “Yeah?”
“Mhmm. We were talking about the fact that I’m in love with you, too.”
The words hit Jack squarely in the chest. Those puppy dog eyes come back as he stares at you, “Say it for me, please.”
You reach out to rest your own hand against his cheek, “I love you too, Jack.”
He smiles, “God, sweetheart, you just don’t know how good it feels to hear you say that.”
He pulls your body into his as he just holds you for a moment. He breathes in the scent of your perfume. When he pulls back, he frowns for a second, “Now, could you tell me why you’ve been avoiding me?”
You take a deep breath, “Honestly, I was scared. The other night, after I saw the text from Samira on your phone, you still had the Sugar and Spice app on your phone. I just didn’t know what to think.”
Jack frowns before taking his phone out. He strolls across his apps until he lands Sugar and Spice. “I didn’t even know I still had this on my phone. I deleted my profile once we first started talking on the phone.”
He opens up his Gmail and flashes the screen in your direction.
Dear Silvefox45,
We’re so sorry to see you leave us, but we’re honored that you found your perfect match using our services. We wish you and your companion all the best
-sincerely,
Sugar & Spice co.
Your eyes flicker to the date, which states that the email is from six months ago. You feel the wave of embarrassment as it creeps over you, “I’m sorry. I should’ve mentioned it before jumping to conclusions.”
“It’s fine, honey. I can see how that could’ve been confusing. Now that we’ve checked that off the list, what’s this about a text from Samira?” Jack asks.
“Well, she texted you saying thank you for the other night. I just assumed…”
Jack navigated through his phone again until he got to the messages. He hands the phone over to you.
Samira
Thanks for the other night♥️
Mr. Diaz wouldn’t have been able to get the home care that he needed without your help
Jack
No problem, kid! Was everything successfully delivered?
Samira
Yep! All good!
Jack
👍🏻
After Jack’s last message, there’s no further communication between him and Samira. Jack smiles softly at you, “One of her patients couldn’t get his medications, so she was frustrated that she couldn’t help him. She made him an at-home kit and couldn’t afford it, so I paid for it. That’s the full extent of it, I promise.”
You groan loudly, “Now, I feel like a terrible person. I’m really sorry, Jack.”
Jack grabs your hand, “I’m not mad at you, babydoll. Next time, if there’s anything that’s bothering you, please come to me so that we can talk it out. I don’t want you holding any of that in, okay?”
“Okay. I’ll do better with communicating with you,” you respond.
“Good. Is there anything else we need to clear the air on?”
You bite your lip, “Actually, there is…. It’s about Robby.”
“What about him?” Jack thinks back to the earlier incident and leans forward. For a moment, he recognizes the hesitation in your body language, “Sweetheart, you can tell me anything. Even if it’s about Robby.”
“He said some stuff the other week when we were at his house. He came into the kitchen and asked me about our relationship. Then, he started implying that you might still have feelings for your ex-wife and some new feelings for Samira.”
You pause and swallow as the lump forms in your throat, “He also mentioned that you like to pick girls who need to be saved and that you dump them before going to the next.”
The warm tears sting at your waterline. Jack brings a hand up to catch the lone tear as it falls. You sniffle, “It just made me feel really cheap and small. I figured, he’s your best friend, and we never actually made any long-term plans for this. I just got scared that you’d grown bored with me, especially since I was starting to fall in love with you.”
It feels like a weight’s been lifted off your shoulders as you relay the information to Jack. You’d been sitting in this hole for weeks, and now, you were finally able to come up for air.
Jack’s heart breaks for you. His sweet baby doll feels like she doesn’t want him when there’s no other woman in the world that he’d rather spend the rest of his life with.
Jack pulls your body until you’re sitting in his lap. Your thighs bracket around his waist as he pulls you into his chest.
“Nothing about what Robby said was true. My first marriage…It didn’t end the way that we both planned, but I can promise you that I don’t have feelings for my ex-wife. I don’t do this often. In fact, you’re the first person I’ve dated since my divorce. You’re the only person I want to spend all of my time with. I’m sorry that he said all of that to you, but Princess, I promise what we have is real. Don’t worry about Robby, I’ll handle him.”
You nod and lean further into his chest. Jack allows himself to just hold you and cradles your body to his. In his arms, you feel safe again. None of your previous worries were true. It doesn’t help that Jack’s cologne wafts through your nose, and you can feel your body starting to react to him.
You look up at him, “I want you.”
Jack’s own gaze softens as he takes in how beautiful you look, “You got me, baby. However, you want me, you can have it.” You lean back to start working on Jack’s belt and button. Reaching inside of Jack’s pants, you grasp your hand around his dick. He lets out a deep sigh as he watches you take him out. You lift a bit as you push the panties to the side and aim Jack’s tip at your entrance.
You both maintain eye contact as you slot your lips against Jack’s. Long, drawn-out moans leave you both as you begin sinking on his length. Once you’re fully seated on Jack, he grabs your hips in his hands, “Take what you need from me, baby doll. I’ll give you whatever you want.”
You lift your hips before sinking back down on Jack’s dick. You throw your arms around his shoulders as he gives his own thrusts to increase your pleasure.
“My pretty girl, I love you so much, baby.”
Jack increases his thrusts inside you as you both moan together. He’s lost in watching your expression as you fully take what you need. He slots his hand through your curly hair, “Don’t worry about anything, baby. Daddy will take care of it.”
Michael Robinavitch is a bundle of nerves. The man’s always been a nervous wreck, but going into Emergency Medicine only heightened those emotions. However, he’s found some solace in working with Jack. Robby’s always known that Jack would be his confidante along the way if he ever decided to break down.
He isn’t quite sure where the feelings for Jack started.
Maybe it was between all of the shifts that they’d had together or the many beers that they’d shared. He honestly can’t recall, but he just knows that somewhere between those moments, his love for Jack just took on a deeper meaning. He tolerated Jack’s marriage to Joanna because she was nice enough, but that doesn’t mean that he isn’t the least bit elated when the marriage ends, and it’s just him and Jack again.
But then you came along.
And there’s a change in Jack. It makes him nauseous because he the thought hits him like a punch to the gut.
Jack is actually happy with you.
Robby doesn’t know how to make sense of it. There’s moments of silence when he goes back to his house, and he can’t call Jack because usually he’s out with you.
So Robby does what he knows works best. He sabotages. He knows that’s Jack wouldn’t willingly break up with you, even with him in his ear planting seeds of doubt. Jack was persistent, and if anything, he’d try to make it work with you, no matter what.
Which is why Robby turned his efforts to you. Despite the beauty and diamonds that Jack had bestowed upon you, Robby could recognize the insecurity.
He was gleeful when he noticed that you had seemingly started to ghost Jack more. He figured that you would give Jack the good ole “We can’t do this anymore” talk.
When the incident happened at the restaurant with you sitting across from the mystery man, Robby purrs in satisfaction.
However, upon seeing Jack about to rush into the restaurant to you, he panics. Which leads to the now infamous kiss. In an ideal world, Jack kisses Robby back and they give go back to his apartment to figure out the next steps. And Jack forgets completely about you.
As Robby stands in front of Jack’s apartment door, he can’t contain the anxiety. Even as he knocks on the door, he feels like he could throw up.
Jack opens the door and Robby tries to read his face. He can’t. He supposes that Jack’s years in the army makes up for that.
Robby expects to come into the apartment where he and Jack can have time alone to talk.
What he doesn’t expect is to see you sitting there. He turns to look at Jack, who gives him a blank stare, “Sit down, Robby.”
He does.
Robby sits on the couch across from you, while Jack takes a seat next to you. Robby watches as Jack grabs your hand to weave your fingers together.
“So, I think we all know why we’re here and what conversation we’re having. But I just want to know why? Why would you feed her all of that crap, man?”
Robby runs a hand through his hair and sighs, “I didn’t want to lose you. I’m not stupid, Jack. I knew that you were falling in love with her, and I just couldn’t handle what that would mean for us.”
Jack thinks back to the kiss the other night.
“You could’ve came and talked to me about all of that. Instead, you filled my girl’s head with lies and you hurt her. You hurt her, Robby. And you hurt me too. We’re supposed to be brothers.”
Hot, tears sting at Robby’s eyes, “I know. I messed up terribly. I’m sorry…to both of you. It wasn’t fair what I did and it certainly wasn’t right.”
He turns his gaze to you, “I’m sorry. I know I can’t make up for the damage or hurt that I caused you, but I am truly sorry.”
You nod in acknowledgement.
Jack keeps his gaze on the floor and you can feel the way that his body tenses up next to yours, “I don’t want to see you for a while, Robby. I’ll still maintain professionalism with you, but you hurt me and the woman I love. I just need some time.”
Robby’s eyes widen. You can see the way that his breath hitches once the words leaves Jack’s mouth. He opens his mouth and closes it as the tears blur his vision. He nods and starts to stand.
You hold your hand up, “Wait. Sit back down, Robby.”
He sits. He turns his big, teary, pathetic eyes in your direction. You look at him and Jack, “You care about Jack, don’t you?”
“Yeah, I do.”
“Well, so do I. I’m not blind, I know you’re in love with him too. I won’t sit here and pretend like I haven’t forgotten what you said because it’s taking everything in me not to beat your ass. But I know that Jack cares about you. He’s hurt, but he cares about you. So I’ll give you a proposition.”
“I’ll do anything,” Robby quickly adds.
You smirk, “Don’t speak too quick. Now here’s what I’m thinking. You love Jack…in a way that’s less than platonic. You have two choices, you can walk out of that door and Jack can decide when he talks to you. Choice two, you have to sit there and watch as I fuck Jack because you won’t ever get the chance to.”
Both men’s surprised eyes snap in your direction. You look over at Jack, “I just want him to see what he’ll never be getting, daddy. If he agrees, then all is well on my end.”
Jack swallows thickly as he nods to your agreement. You both turn to look at Robby. He locks eyes with you, “I’ll take option two.”
“I felt like you would,” you said.
You stand from the couch and grab Jack’s hand as you walk to the bedroom. You shoot a look at Robby, who gets up to follow you and Jack.
Inside the bedroom, you point to the chair in the corner. You snap your fingers at Robby, “Sit.” The taller man obliges your request without hesitation.
You turn back to Jack and pull his face down to yours. Yours and Jack’s lips meet in sensual dance filled with tongues and soft moans. “Sit on the bed, daddy,” you mutter against Jack’s lips.
Jack eagerly sits down as his sweet hazel eyes gaze up at you in awe. You usher Jack to take his shirt off. As the material lands on the floor, you kneel to start working on his pants. You’re careful at sliding the pants down past his prosthesis. You remove the prosthesis along with the sock and liner.
You go to grab a warm towel to clean around the residual limb. You take extra care of massaging around it before pressing a kiss there. Jack’s gaze softens more and Robby can’t miss the look of love shared between the two of you.
You glance back at him, “Keep your eyes on me, Robby. M’gonna teach you how Jack likes to be sucked off. It’s not like you’ll be doing it, but I figured I’d be nice and let you see.”
You grab Jack’s briefs as you slide them down. His length slaps against his stomach as you and Robby clock the precum leaking from the tip. Robby’s mouth waters at the sight.
You grab Jack’s dick in your hands and lick a long stripe up the underside all the way to his tip. You swirl your tongue around the tip as you taste his cum on your tastebuds.
You moan, “He tastes so good, Robby. See, Jackie likes it when you pay attention to his tip. He’s so sensitive here.” You enclose your lips around the flare tip as you run your tongue back and forth.
Jack groans loudly as he looks down at you, “So good, sweetheart.”
You pull back, “He also likes it’s really messy.” You allow a large amount of spit to trail from your lips and onto’s Jack’s cock. You use the spit to begin jerking Jack off. In response, Jack shallowly moves his hips up to meet your hand.
“You see how eager he is for me?” You ask Robby. You gaze back at Jack as you pout, “D’you want my mouth now, daddy?”
“Yeah, baby doll, let daddy use your throat,” Jack responds, breath getting heavier.
In response, you open your mouth as you start blowing Jack. Jack threads his fingers through your Afro as you bob up and down on him. As you hollow your cheeks out, Jack moans loudly. Your eyes meet Robby’s as you give him a dark look. Before he knows his, your nose is submerged in Jack’s curls as he deepthroat him.
Loud noises sound through the room as Robby had to watch you swallow Jack down. The man in question seems far gone as you messily drool over him. You remove Jack from your mouth you look over to Robby, “You think you could do that better than me, Robby?”
He knows that he couldn’t.
Jack can feel his orgasm rising in his stomach, which is why he pushes you back, “I wanna cum inside you, baby.”
You leans down to press his lips to yours as he tastes himself on your tongue. You smile at him once the kiss is over, “Okay. I want you to eat my pussy, daddy.”
Jack’s never agreed to something so quickly. You both know that he gets off on pleasing you. Jack’s about to move from his spot until you push him back on the mattress. You climb up until you have your wet center hovering over Jack’s face.
Jack looks pleased and eager. Any chance to get his mouth on his girl, he’ll take it.
He looks up at you, “I wanna drown in you, baby.” At this, you finally take a seat on his face. You move at the first flick of Jack’s tongue through your folds. He eagerly sucks your pearl between his lips as he brings his arms around your thighs to make sure you can’t move.
“Mmm, it feels so bad. Keep going..” you whine as you roll your hips. Your eyes flicker to Robby’s, who’s now sporting his own bulge in his pants. He looks down at Jack’s leaking cock that bobs against his stomach. His eyes flicker to yours before they move down to where Jack’s eating you out.
You beckon him over with a finger. Robby stands to the side of you and Jack, uncertainty on his face. You pull Jack’s hair between your fingers. In response, Jack groans and this seems to spur him on as he moves his head back and forth into your folds.
“Come closer, Robby,” you said, keeping your voice soft. Robby moves closer and he’s shook as your hand comes up to roughly smush his cheeks together.
You lean closer and drop your voice to a whisper, “Listen to me and listen to me really good. You see how he’s eating my pussy? You get to go to work every day and see him coming in knowing that he still has me on his tongue. We could’ve been besties, Robby. Maybe, I would’ve let you crack my man, but you wanted to play games. But I make the rules around here. You come for me again or you hurt Jack, I’ll have my foot so far up your ass, you’ll need Park the Shark to get me off of you. Clear?”
Robby nods pathetically as you push him back. He shuffles back to the chair and listens as Jack slurps on you. You can feel the pleasure increasing as Jack’s nose bumps into your clit. Soon, Robby watches your body shake as you orgasm on Jack’s face.
You shakily shuffle back down the bed as you straddle Jack. You messily kiss Jack as you taste yourself on his tongue. Reaching down, you guide Jack’s length to your entrance and sink down.
You both moan in unison. Robby keeps his eyes focused on where you and Jack are connected. He focuses on the way that Jack splits you open and the white cream that flows out each time that you thrust down onto Jack. His mouth feels dry at hearing the loud slap of skin colliding, along with the wet squelches that come from you.
Jack watches you the entire time that you ride him. Honestly, he forgets that Robby is even present in the room. He moves a hand up to wrap around your throat, “There you go, baby. Ugh..you’re doing so good. You feel so good. I could stay inside of you forever.”
Jack’s words only encourage you as you grind your hips along his. The older man’s eyes roll back in his head as the feel of your wet walls. His balls tense up as the orgasm creeps up, “M’so close, baby.”
You smile, “It’s okay, daddy. You can cum inside. I want you, too.” Jack moves his thumb down to rub at your clit as your orgasm crashes over you.
You throw your head back as you moan loudly. Your orgasm triggers Jack’s as he moans and throws his head back. Robby doesn’t know who to keep his eyes on. Both you and Jack look like something out of his wildest dreams.
As you and Jack come down from your mutual highs, you lean down to kiss Jack sweetly.
“I love you, daddy.”
“I love you too, baby doll.”
Gently, you slide off Jack’s length as you bend over to slurp his now softening length into your mouth. You clean the mixture of your combined fluids off as Jack shivers. You purposefully point your hips in Robby’s direction as he gets a clear view of your center, where Jack’s cum has began to leak from you.
You wave your hips back and forth mockingly as if to say, “You wish this was you, huh?”
Once you’re satisfied with cleaning Jack, you stand up and stalk over to Robby. You look down at the wet spot staining the front of his pants. You pout mockingly, “Aww Jackie, he made a mess.”
You reach down and glide two of your fingers through your wet folds. You scoop some of Jack’s cum on your fingers as you hold it for Robby’s viewing.
“Open,” you order softly.
The older man obeys and opens his mouth widely. “Tongue out, Robby.”
As Robby sticks his tongue out, you let the mixture of your cum and Jack’s leak down on his tongue. You wipe your fingers along his tongue before smearing the mess in his beard. Robby looks dazed and pathetic.
You smile condescendingly, “Don’t say I’ve never done anything nice for you.”
You step away and walk back over to Jack, “You can go now, Robby.” You wave your hand dismissively.
Robby stands and walks out of the bedroom. You and Jack wait to listen for the door closing. Jack pulls you in his side as he kisses you again.
“That was hands down the sexiest thing I’ve ever been apart of,” He mutters against your lips.
“Yeah? Well, we can keep it going if you buy me a new bag.”
Jack chuckles and grabs his phone, “Why don’t we shop online now? Whatever you want, baby doll.”
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