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"Thanks, maybe later I'm not really hungry."

Jack's head instantly lifts to look at you, with his brows raised. You already know what he's going to say. Something you've heard before, so you speak before he says anything.

"I promise I'll eat later. I just really want a shower right now."

Jack relaxes, but you can tell he won't let it slip your mind. "Promise? Because the 2 protein bars you had during your shift aren't anywhere near enough food."

You nod, going to where he was sitting on his couch. You bend over slightly, just enough to press your lips against his. His hands go to your hips as he kisses you back. When you pull away, you nod. "I promise. Just really want a shower first."

His hand rubs your waist. "Alright, honey."

You leave the living room and go to his bedroom. Grabbing one of his shirts out of his dresser and the extra pair of underwear you keep in your bag for your shift. After Dennis' first day, you've always kept a set or two of a change of clothes, just to be safe.

You enter his en suite bathroom and set your clothes down on the counter, and turning on the shower. You take off your clothes, leaving them on the floor, then step into the shower.

Instantly feeling refreshed as the hot water pours down and hits your body. Your eyes close as you stand underneath his showerhead. Just letting the water run over you for a bit first. You're so relaxed that you don't notice Jack has entered the bathroom until you hear the bathroom door close behind him.

You look through the glass door and watch as Jack wheels his wheelchair further into the bathroom. "Can I join?" He asks quietly in his familiar low voice.

You nod, "Yeah. Was hoping you would, honestly."

He smiles as he takes off his shirt and pants. You watch, shamelessly taking in his attractive body. His large chest and biceps. The freckles that decorate along his skin.

"Enjoying the view?" His voice breaks you out of your trance of admiring him. You step back, towards the front of the show, to give him room to transfer from his wheelchair to his shower bench. You stay standing near the front, but after Jack is sitting on the bench, he motions for you to come closer.

You listen, taking a few steps closer to the bench until his hands land on your hips, and he pulls you closer to him until you're sitting on his thigh. He dips his head against your shoulder as you play with the curls at the back of his neck.

"Well, it was kinda hard not to enjoy it. It's a pretty hot view."

That earns a laugh from him. He presses a few kisses along your jaw and neck. "My view isn't too bad either." Jack's hands run along your body, groping and squeezing your tits in his large hands.

You head tilts back over his shoulder, letting out a moan.

"Jack."

You turn your head until his lips are in front of you. You hold his scruffy jaw and press your lips against his.

"You know." You start, saying in between kisses, before stopping to finish your sentence. "I didn't realize this was a shower bench when I first used your shower." You admit as he continues to caress your body.

Jack's head tilts, both amused and confused. "Oh yeah? What'd you think it was?" He asks.

You plant another kiss on his jaw before laughing. "Don't laugh at me. But I thought it was a really long shelf."

Of course, though he does, you're met with a laugh. "A really long shelf? Seriously?" He cracks another laugh as his hands move across your thighs. "Such a shame you're only book smarts and not street smarts, huh? I mean getting through med school. A breeze. Recognizing a shower bench, though, thats a struggle."

"It's dark in here! And I just didn't realize what it was the first few times."

His lips go to yours, and he kisses you again. His hand travels from your inner thigh towards your pussy. His fingers rub over your cit, then move along your folds before slowly sliding his index and middle finger inside you. He moves his fingers inside you. The hot water from the showerhead adds to your wetness. His fingers move easily in and out of you.

Your lips move against his as he continues fucking you with his fingers. You break the kiss, letting out a few hushed whines and moans of pleasure.

"Jack. Need you in me. Please." You beg.

"What do you want?" He asks, still moving his finger inside you.

"Jack," You whine because you know he knows what you want.

"Say it." he directs quietly.

"I want your cock in me." You say breathlessly. "Please"

He carefully removes his fingers from you and presses a kiss to your temple. "See, that wasn't so hard wasn't?"

An annoyed groan leaves your lips. "You're so annoying."

Jack's eyebrows raise, faking offense. "You're doing a shitty job of convincing me to fuck you, just so you kn-"

You take his cock into your hands, and stroke it up and down, causing him to cut himself off with a moan. You move your hands up and down his shaft. Slowly at first, but gradually increasing your speed. Jack's head tilts over your shoulder as you continue to jerk him off, rubbing his tip with your thumb.

His hand goes over your stopping it. "Sweetheart, I'm in my 50s, and if I cum now, then I'm down for the count."

You let out a small laugh. "I don't know, I think you could manage." You start to move your hand again, and he groans, stopping your hand with his hands once again.

"Baby." He shifts your weight on his lap a bit. "Trust me, I know my limits. 20 years ago maybe. But today, yeah, I'd be down for the count. "

A laugh escapes you. A part of you wants to make him cum, just to annoy him. But the other part knows that he is right.

"You know, they make these little pills. They might be helpful with your situation, as a doctor I'm sure you're familiar with it, Vi-"

He gently pinches your ass to shut you up, and before you can respond, he presses a rushed and aggressive kiss, further shutting you up. His fingers skim across your back and pull you deeper into him. As your lips are on his, he gently lifts your hips, just enough for you to sink onto his cock.

The feeling of him inside you causes you to moan against his lips. You carefully move your hips, rolling them against his.

"Fuck honey, you feel so good," Jack mutters in between kissing your lips.

You moan against his lips as he continues to move inside you. His hand slips between your thighs and rubs your clit.

"Jack…" you moan again, burying your head against his neck.

He whispers your name, caressing your back softly while fucking into you.

"You take me so well, sweetheart. Such a good girl for me, baby." He praises you. His hand moves from your back up to the back of your head that's still buried in the side of his neck, cradling it.

The mix of his cock filling you, his soft low voice praising you, and his thumb rubbing along your clit reduces you to nothing more than a mess of whimpers, moans, and cries of his name.

You continue riding him, while the shower head pours over both of your bodies. Moving your hips with his, chasing your release until it washes over you and your cuming on his cock. Nails digging into Jack's back as he talks you through it.

"There you go, baby. Cum for me." His low voice comforts you as you come down from your release.

His own orgasm happens not too long after yours; he cums inside you with a few moans. His hands squeeze your waist. Both of you are breathing hard.

He rubs your back a bit before reaching over and grabbing his shower gel. "You ready to actually get clean now?"

You think about it. "Can we sit here for a bit first?"

"Thanks, maybe later I'm not really hungry."

Jack's head instantly lifts to look at you, with his brows raised. You already know what he's going to say. Something you've heard before, so you speak before he says anything.

"I promise I'll eat later. I just really want a shower right now."

Jack relaxes, but you can tell he won't let it slip your mind. "Promise? Because the 2 protein bars you had during your shift aren't anywhere near enough food."

You nod, going to where he was sitting on his couch. You bend over slightly, just enough to press your lips against his. His hands go to your hips as he kisses you back. When you pull away, you nod. "I promise. Just really want a shower first."

His hand rubs your waist. "Alright, honey."

You leave the living room and go to his bedroom. Grabbing one of his shirts out of his dresser and the extra pair of underwear you keep in your bag for your shift. After Dennis' first day, you've always kept a set or two of a change of clothes, just to be safe.

You enter his en suite bathroom and set your clothes down on the counter, and turning on the shower. You take off your clothes, leaving them on the floor, then step into the shower.

Instantly feeling refreshed as the hot water pours down and hits your body. Your eyes close as you stand underneath his showerhead. Just letting the water run over you for a bit first. You're so relaxed that you don't notice Jack has entered the bathroom until you hear the bathroom door close behind him.

You look through the glass door and watch as Jack wheels his wheelchair further into the bathroom. "Can I join?" He asks quietly in his familiar low voice.

You nod, "Yeah. Was hoping you would, honestly."

He smiles as he takes off his shirt and pants. You watch, shamelessly taking in his attractive body. His large chest and biceps. The freckles that decorate along his skin.

"Enjoying the view?" His voice breaks you out of your trance of admiring him. You step back, towards the front of the show, to give him room to transfer from his wheelchair to his shower bench. You stay standing near the front, but after Jack is sitting on the bench, he motions for you to come closer.

You listen, taking a few steps closer to the bench until his hands land on your hips, and he pulls you closer to him until you're sitting on his thigh. He dips his head against your shoulder as you play with the curls at the back of his neck.

"Well, it was kinda hard not to enjoy it. It's a pretty hot view."

That earns a laugh from him. He presses a few kisses along your jaw and neck. "My view isn't too bad either." Jack's hands run along your body, groping and squeezing your tits in his large hands.

You head tilts back over his shoulder, letting out a moan.

"Jack."

You turn your head until his lips are in front of you. You hold his scruffy jaw and press your lips against his.

"You know." You start, saying in between kisses, before stopping to finish your sentence. "I didn't realize this was a shower bench when I first used your shower." You admit as he continues to caress your body.

Jack's head tilts, both amused and confused. "Oh yeah? What'd you think it was?" He asks.

You plant another kiss on his jaw before laughing. "Don't laugh at me. But I thought it was a really long shelf."

Of course, though he does, you're met with a laugh. "A really long shelf? Seriously?" He cracks another laugh as his hands move across your thighs. "Such a shame you're only book smarts and not street smarts, huh? I mean getting through med school. A breeze. Recognizing a shower bench, though, thats a struggle."

"It's dark in here! And I just didn't realize what it was the first few times."

His lips go to yours, and he kisses you again. His hand travels from your inner thigh towards your pussy. His fingers rub over your cit, then move along your folds before slowly sliding his index and middle finger inside you. He moves his fingers inside you. The hot water from the showerhead adds to your wetness. His fingers move easily in and out of you.

Your lips move against his as he continues fucking you with his fingers. You break the kiss, letting out a few hushed whines and moans of pleasure.

"Jack. Need you in me. Please." You beg.

"What do you want?" He asks, still moving his finger inside you.

"Jack," You whine because you know he knows what you want.

"Say it." he directs quietly.

"I want your cock in me." You say breathlessly. "Please"

He carefully removes his fingers from you and presses a kiss to your temple. "See, that wasn't so hard wasn't?"

An annoyed groan leaves your lips. "You're so annoying."

Jack's eyebrows raise, faking offense. "You're doing a shitty job of convincing me to fuck you, just so you kn-"

You take his cock into your hands, and stroke it up and down, causing him to cut himself off with a moan. You move your hands up and down his shaft. Slowly at first, but gradually increasing your speed. Jack's head tilts over your shoulder as you continue to jerk him off, rubbing his tip with your thumb.

His hand goes over your stopping it. "Sweetheart, I'm in my 50s, and if I cum now, then I'm down for the count."

You let out a small laugh. "I don't know, I think you could manage." You start to move your hand again, and he groans, stopping your hand with his hands once again.

"Baby." He shifts your weight on his lap a bit. "Trust me, I know my limits. 20 years ago maybe. But today, yeah, I'd be down for the count. "

A laugh escapes you. A part of you wants to make him cum, just to annoy him. But the other part knows that he is right.

"You know, they make these little pills. They might be helpful with your situation, as a doctor I'm sure you're familiar with it, Vi-"

He gently pinches your ass to shut you up, and before you can respond, he presses a rushed and aggressive kiss, further shutting you up. His fingers skim across your back and pull you deeper into him. As your lips are on his, he gently lifts your hips, just enough for you to sink onto his cock.

The feeling of him inside you causes you to moan against his lips. You carefully move your hips, rolling them against his.

"Fuck honey, you feel so good," Jack mutters in between kissing your lips.

You moan against his lips as he continues to move inside you. His hand slips between your thighs and rubs your clit.

"Jack…" you moan again, burying your head against his neck.

He whispers your name, caressing your back softly while fucking into you.

"You take me so well, sweetheart. Such a good girl for me, baby." He praises you. His hand moves from your back up to the back of your head that's still buried in the side of his neck, cradling it.

The mix of his cock filling you, his soft low voice praising you, and his thumb rubbing along your clit reduces you to nothing more than a mess of whimpers, moans, and cries of his name.

You continue riding him, while the shower head pours over both of your bodies. Moving your hips with his, chasing your release until it washes over you and your cuming on his cock. Nails digging into Jack's back as he talks you through it.

"There you go, baby. Cum for me." His low voice comforts you as you come down from your release.

His own orgasm happens not too long after yours; he cums inside you with a few moans. His hands squeeze your waist. Both of you are breathing hard.

He rubs your back a bit before reaching over and grabbing his shower gel. "You ready to actually get clean now?"

You think about it. "Can we sit here for a bit first?"

"Thanks, maybe later I'm not really hungry."

Jack's head instantly lifts to look at you, with his brows raised. You already know what he's going to say. Something you've heard before, so you speak before he says anything.

"I promise I'll eat later. I just really want a shower right now."

Jack relaxes, but you can tell he won't let it slip your mind. "Promise? Because the 2 protein bars you had during your shift aren't anywhere near enough food."

You nod, going to where he was sitting on his couch. You bend over slightly, just enough to press your lips against his. His hands go to your hips as he kisses you back. When you pull away, you nod. "I promise. Just really want a shower first."

His hand rubs your waist. "Alright, honey."

You leave the living room and go to his bedroom. Grabbing one of his shirts out of his dresser and the extra pair of underwear you keep in your bag for your shift. After Dennis' first day, you've always kept a set or two of a change of clothes, just to be safe.

You enter his en suite bathroom and set your clothes down on the counter, and turning on the shower. You take off your clothes, leaving them on the floor, then step into the shower.

Instantly feeling refreshed as the hot water pours down and hits your body. Your eyes close as you stand underneath his showerhead. Just letting the water run over you for a bit first. You're so relaxed that you don't notice Jack has entered the bathroom until you hear the bathroom door close behind him.

You look through the glass door and watch as Jack wheels his wheelchair further into the bathroom. "Can I join?" He asks quietly in his familiar low voice.

You nod, "Yeah. Was hoping you would, honestly."

He smiles as he takes off his shirt and pants. You watch, shamelessly taking in his attractive body. His large chest and biceps. The freckles that decorate along his skin.

"Enjoying the view?" His voice breaks you out of your trance of admiring him. You step back, towards the front of the show, to give him room to transfer from his wheelchair to his shower bench. You stay standing near the front, but after Jack is sitting on the bench, he motions for you to come closer.

You listen, taking a few steps closer to the bench until his hands land on your hips, and he pulls you closer to him until you're sitting on his thigh. He dips his head against your shoulder as you play with the curls at the back of his neck.

"Well, it was kinda hard not to enjoy it. It's a pretty hot view."

That earns a laugh from him. He presses a few kisses along your jaw and neck. "My view isn't too bad either." Jack's hands run along your body, groping and squeezing your tits in his large hands.

You head tilts back over his shoulder, letting out a moan.

"Jack."

You turn your head until his lips are in front of you. You hold his scruffy jaw and press your lips against his.

"You know." You start, saying in between kisses, before stopping to finish your sentence. "I didn't realize this was a shower bench when I first used your shower." You admit as he continues to caress your body.

Jack's head tilts, both amused and confused. "Oh yeah? What'd you think it was?" He asks.

You plant another kiss on his jaw before laughing. "Don't laugh at me. But I thought it was a really long shelf."

Of course, though he does, you're met with a laugh. "A really long shelf? Seriously?" He cracks another laugh as his hands move across your thighs. "Such a shame you're only book smarts and not street smarts, huh? I mean getting through med school. A breeze. Recognizing a shower bench, though, thats a struggle."

"It's dark in here! And I just didn't realize what it was the first few times."

His lips go to yours, and he kisses you again. His hand travels from your inner thigh towards your pussy. His fingers rub over your cit, then move along your folds before slowly sliding his index and middle finger inside you. He moves his fingers inside you. The hot water from the showerhead adds to your wetness. His fingers move easily in and out of you.

Your lips move against his as he continues fucking you with his fingers. You break the kiss, letting out a few hushed whines and moans of pleasure.

"Jack. Need you in me. Please." You beg.

"What do you want?" He asks, still moving his finger inside you.

"Jack," You whine because you know he knows what you want.

"Say it." he directs quietly.

"I want your cock in me." You say breathlessly. "Please"

He carefully removes his fingers from you and presses a kiss to your temple. "See, that wasn't so hard wasn't?"

An annoyed groan leaves your lips. "You're so annoying."

Jack's eyebrows raise, faking offense. "You're doing a shitty job of convincing me to fuck you, just so you kn-"

You take his cock into your hands, and stroke it up and down, causing him to cut himself off with a moan. You move your hands up and down his shaft. Slowly at first, but gradually increasing your speed. Jack's head tilts over your shoulder as you continue to jerk him off, rubbing his tip with your thumb.

His hand goes over your stopping it. "Sweetheart, I'm in my 50s, and if I cum now, then I'm down for the count."

You let out a small laugh. "I don't know, I think you could manage." You start to move your hand again, and he groans, stopping your hand with his hands once again.

"Baby." He shifts your weight on his lap a bit. "Trust me, I know my limits. 20 years ago maybe. But today, yeah, I'd be down for the count. "

A laugh escapes you. A part of you wants to make him cum, just to annoy him. But the other part knows that he is right.

"You know, they make these little pills. They might be helpful with your situation, as a doctor I'm sure you're familiar with it, Vi-"

He gently pinches your ass to shut you up, and before you can respond, he presses a rushed and aggressive kiss, further shutting you up. His fingers skim across your back and pull you deeper into him. As your lips are on his, he gently lifts your hips, just enough for you to sink onto his cock.

The feeling of him inside you causes you to moan against his lips. You carefully move your hips, rolling them against his.

"Fuck honey, you feel so good," Jack mutters in between kissing your lips.

You moan against his lips as he continues to move inside you. His hand slips between your thighs and rubs your clit.

"Jack…" you moan again, burying your head against his neck.

He whispers your name, caressing your back softly while fucking into you.

"You take me so well, sweetheart. Such a good girl for me, baby." He praises you. His hand moves from your back up to the back of your head that's still buried in the side of his neck, cradling it.

The mix of his cock filling you, his soft low voice praising you, and his thumb rubbing along your clit reduces you to nothing more than a mess of whimpers, moans, and cries of his name.

You continue riding him, while the shower head pours over both of your bodies. Moving your hips with his, chasing your release until it washes over you and your cuming on his cock. Nails digging into Jack's back as he talks you through it.

"There you go, baby. Cum for me." His low voice comforts you as you come down from your release.

His own orgasm happens not too long after yours; he cums inside you with a few moans. His hands squeeze your waist. Both of you are breathing hard.

He rubs your back a bit before reaching over and grabbing his shower gel. "You ready to actually get clean now?"

You think about it. "Can we sit here for a bit first?"