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or: your hot older boyfriend checks you over

„Doctor, I got a problem…” You pouted at your boyfriend, big wet eyes innocent and seeking his attention as you draped yourself all over his lap.

Jack braced himself, eerily keeping his cool with you as he slung his arms around your waist and tugged you closer, the outline of your flimsy bra brushing against his chest as you went pliant in his hold.

You were in one of those moods.

He could see it written all over your pretty face, checking the signs like you were his most precious patient…and your issue was actually serious and not just a tease of his younger girlfriend who knew exactly how to rile him up.

Cheeks flushed.

A small tremble going through your limbs as he brushed the back of his hand over them, checking your temp.

Warm skin, thighs rubbing together as he hummed in acknowledgement.

“Let’s see…” Jack mumbled and leaned forward, brushing your hair back of you before his lips made contact with your bare neck. Your breath hitched, hand curling into the fabric by his shoulder, waiting for his precise analysis. “You’re a little hot, baby. Breath uneven…you keep shifting in my lap…”

You blinked at him, dazed, as he drew back and gave you that half grin and twinkle in his eyes you loved so much.

“Is there anything we can do about it, Dr. Abbot?”

“Hmm…” Jack’s hand slid over your thigh, gently unhooking it and placing it back on the other side of his leg, so you were spread and the wetness pooling under your panties on full display for him. He took two fingers – putting them together when he was serious about fingering you to orgasm – and rubbed them over your clit, something in him coming alive as you moaned and fell forward, hips already humping into the touch like you were starved. “Oh, there’s plenty we can do about it, baby. Let daddy see, okay? ‘m gonna fix it.”

“Yes, please.” You sighed, one strap of your bra falling off your shoulder.

Like a shark seeing blood, Jack latched on to it, suckling the sensitive spot between your neck and shoulder, his tongue licking soothingly as you shivered and whined. God, you were rubbing yourself over his dick now, getting him insanely hard in his joggers he only wore when he was home between shifts.

You’ve caught him on a good day.

When the temptation of you became too much sometimes, he wasn’t this patient.

There’d be times when the sheer existence of you in his apartment became a trigger.

You singing along in his kitchen, getting ready in his bathroom and taking up most of his shelf space with your products and jewelry – jewelry he bought, of course. (He never wanted to see those green-grayish lines on your neck from cheap chain store jewelry.)

Sometimes, all he needed was seeing you sleeping in his bed, hand stretched out and face buried in his pillows like you had been waiting all night for his unlikely early return.

Or you’d show him a new outfit you’ve bought on a weekend, giggling as he made you twirl in the living room to see all sides of you. Young, healthy, alive. His.

Then -  oh then, he needed you and needed you fast.

Kissing you roughly you were gasping for air, letting you jump into his arms and get carried to bed where he’d turn you on your stomach and lay himself over you like a blanket…until you were drooling on the sheets, the only word coming out of your mouth his name as he fucked you deep.

But not today.

Today, you had come to him with a “problem” and he wasn’t the man to deny his beautiful girlfriend anything.

“Look at me, baby.” Jack softly grabbed your chin, fingers still rubbing, feeling the fabric becoming more and more damp over your twitching clit. “Here’s what we’re gonna do. I’m gonna lay you back and undress you, get a real good closeup, alright? You’re gonna hold still for me while I check you over, okay?”

“Okay.” You echoed breathlessly, knowing exactly where this was going.

Check you over was at least an hour.

An hour of Jack playing with your clit, steady fingers brushing over your sensitive folds and spreading them, really drawing it out until he’d eventually finger you so slowly, you felt like you were going insane with need. All the while, he’d keep his hand on you, steady and warm on your lower stomach, occasionally reaching up and cup your boobs to feel for your heartbeat.

Dr. Abbot would not be satisfied with his exam until you’d come at least three times on his fingers and tongue.

You felt nothing but safety as he laid you down, spreading your legs as he slid his warm palms over your thighs, eyes fixed on your parted lips as he kneeled over you. You were throbbing with desire, wired tightly like you were going to fall apart once your panties were actually off.

“She’s so wet today…” Jack murmured almost too himself, his fingers drifting over your stomach. Down, down, down. “What’s got you so worked up, lovely?”

You whimpered, hips bucking again, making Jack smile. “Please, Jack…I need it. I need it so bad.”

“Fuck yes.” Jack hissed, hooking his hand and throwing your panties off in one smooth, practiced movement before diving down and burying his face in your pussy.

It shoot through you like lightning, the surprise and hotness of it, all patience he had held down flying out of the window once he saw your slicked folds, aching and pinkish and waiting for him.

Your hands flew to hold on to his graying hair, thighs closing in around his head, holding him captive.

As if he’d ever want to leave them.