Jack Dawkins One Shots

Dreaming

Jack laid in his bed staring at the ceiling. He felt so... Conflicted. He'd never been like this before. He'd seen a thousand patients in his life a good chunk of them women... But... Y/n. Humm something about her made him... So hard. He'd watched a hundred girls get undressed if not more. He was a sailor for god sake he saw it a lot. He's a doctor he shouldn't be thinking about his patients like this... Ohh but he was... Those curves. That ass. Those perky tits. He couldn't sleep his cock throbbing under his sheets desperate to be touched.

Jack's mind couldn't help going back to his examination of her earlier today. Unable to remove the memory of that goddamn body! Her skin was so smooth, like silk under his callus fingers, "Fuck," Jack whispered to himself, his eyes closed as if trying to relive the moment. He could almost feel her warmth beneath his fingers, the gentle curve of her spine, the softness of her breasts. His cock twitched involuntarily, straining against the confines of his sheets. The memory sent a shiver down his spine, and he felt his hands begin to tremble with desire.

His gaze drifted towards the bedside table, where a small notebook lay open, its pages filled with scribbled notes and sketches of Y/n's anatomy. He picked it up, running his thumb over the rough edges of the paper, feeling a sense of unease wash over him. The drawings seemed to blur together, becoming less about medical observation and more about... fascination.

He tossed the book away trying not to think about it. But he knew he couldn't sleep like this. He tossed and turned for a good hour before giving up and humouring his stupid body. Letting his hand move down to stroke his cock. As his fingers wrapped around his erection, Jack's eyes snapped shut, and he let out a low groan. He began to stroke himself slowly, the sensation building in intensity with each passing moment.

"Y/n," he whispered, his voice barely audible over the pounding of his heart. He imagined her lying beside him, her curves pressed against his own, their bodies entwined in a tangled mess of sheets and sweat, that Y/n's hands were on him, stroking him with a tender touch that sent shivers down his spine. "Touch me," he murmured, his hand moving faster now, driven by a primal urge to release.

His imagination ran wild, conjuring images of Y/n's lips wrapping around his cock, her tongue tracing the length of him as she sucked. He felt a wave of pleasure crash over him, and his hips jerked upward, seeking more. "Oh God," he breathed, his hand moving faster still as he chased the high. In his fantasy, Y/n was on top of him now, her legs spread wide as she rode him with a fierce abandon. He felt himself slipping deeper inside her, losing control as she moaned and writhed above him.

Suddenly, Jack's eyes flew open, and he sat bolt upright in bed, his chest heaving with exertion. Sweat dripped from his brow, and his heart pounded in his ears like a drum. For a moment, he just sat there, frozen in shock. He could feel his cock throbbing in his hand as much as he didn't want to keep fantasizing about his patient like this... He couldn't help it laying back down and squirming in his sheets as he rubbed faster, His eyes rolled back in his head as he let out a low, guttural moan. He was lost in the fantasy now, completely consumed by the image of Y/n's face contorted in pleasure as she rode him.

"Faster," he whispered to himself, his hand moving quicker and quicker as he chased the orgasm. He pictured her nails digging into his shoulders, her teeth sinking into his neck as she bit down on him. The pain mixed with the pleasure, sending shivers down his spine. "oh fuck- Y/n... Ugh yes! Yes! Take me, darling! I'm yours... Ughh!" He moaned getting close in his imagination she kissed him, rode him with reckless abandon, and let him play with her breasts "ughh yes! I'm- I'm gonna cum-" His body tensed up, his muscles locking in place as he strained towards the release. He felt himself hurtling towards the edge, his senses blurring together in a kaleidoscope of pleasure and desire. "Yes!" he shouted, his voice echoing off the walls as he came hard, his seed spilling onto his stomach in a hot, sticky rush.