Dr. Attending (Midtown Memorial #4)

14. Chapter 14

Chapter 14

Weston

I blink up at the ridiculously sexy woman straddling my lap, trying to work out how the hell I got myself into this situation.

Sure, there was a surprising amount of sexual tension between me and Caroline yesterday. Tension that nearly knocked me on my ass when I was forced into the same bed as her. Tension that, if I’m being honest with myself, has probably always been present between us, whether we wanted to acknowledge it or not.

But I would have never made a real move on her. What happened years ago—our kiss—was an immature stunt that I played off as a joke. And while I don’t regret it, I never intended for it to mean anything more because she’s Parker’s little sister. She’s off limits.

Plus, until about thirty minutes ago, I genuinely assumed she wasn’t interested in me. She’s spent years acting like I’m the bane of her existence, brushing me off with biting sarcasm and careful indifference. And I was comfortable with that dynamic because it was safer. Easier to stay within those walls than to admit that she was—she is—the woman of my dreams.

Now, I’m questioning everything because her pillowy lips are tilted into a Cheshire cat grin, waiting for my response. Waiting for me to do something I’ve never done before—beg.

Every single neuron in my brain is firing at rapid speed, telling me that I need to remove my hands from her hips before this goes any further. That we shouldn’t do this. That I’m not a man who begs for a woman.

But my body knows that none of those things matter. Because all that matters in this moment is being able to taste more of her. To explore more of her. To devour more of her.

“Caroline,” I say, trying to sound as stern as I can when I’m lost in the glimmer of her dark blue eyes. “I need a second.”

She smirks and tilts her hips ever so slightly, rubbing her pussy over my hard cock. “Do you?”

I wince, digging my fingers into the crease of her legs to try to calm myself down.

“Yes,” I bite out. “If you would just let me—”

She repeats the motion as her fingers thread through my hair, and I swear to God, I see stars. It’s been over a year since I’ve been with anyone, and the simple tease of her grinding on top of me is going to send me flying over the edge at any second.

“Let you what?” she asks, leaning in so that her flawless face is an inch from mine. “Stick your dick inside of me?”

My eyes drop to her lips, wanting more than anything to kiss her properly. To do what I should have done all of those years ago.

“You know I’d give you more than that, princess,” I reply, letting out a single, unamused laugh.

I get that she doesn’t think highly of me, but I would never put anything other than her pleasure first. And I’m about to prove that to her.

Caroline glares at me, and I can tell that she wants to say something sassy about how much she hates the nickname, but she also wants to hear what I have to say.

Her voice is low—almost inaudible—when she finally asks, “How?”

“Well, for starters,” I murmur, so close to her mouth that I can feel her warm breath against my skin. “I wouldn’t just ‘ stick my dick inside of you.’ I’d sink to my knees and play with your pretty little pussy until I was drowning in your desperation.”

She inhales sharply like she wasn’t expecting me to say that, and her surprise only spurs me on.

“I’d tease you until you reached the edge. And then, as soon as you were about to come, I’d stop. And I’d make you beg for it .”

The final words come out as a taunt—a final bullet in the duel of restraint between us.

“I seriously doubt that.”

I don’t take a moment to think before I’m grabbing her ass and standing with her in my arms. I spin and sit her on the edge of the hot tub, savoring the way her body looks from this angle.

Caroline’s breaths are shallow and needy as I study her, trying to figure out where to begin. I want all of her, all at once. But I have to force myself to slow down.

I hold her gaze as my fingers trace up her inner thighs, slowly making their way toward her center.

I pause when I reach her barely there bikini bottoms, toying with the strings that hold the thin fabric together as I give her the opportunity to back out. But she doesn’t—she leans back, plants her hands on either side of her body, and tilts her hips so that I can get to work.

The strings slip out of their knots with a single tug, and I track the way her swimsuit falls into the water between us, knowing that when I look up, she’ll be fully bare and open for me.

I’ve never been the kind of guy who loves giving oral, mostly because I’ve always felt like there are more effective ways to get women off, so I never wanted to take the time. But for some reason, with Caroline, the only thing that I want to do is take my time. I want to glide my tongue through her sensitive flesh and swallow down her arousal. I want to savor the way she writhes beneath my touch and study her when she comes undone.

So I do.

I curl my fingers around her knees, opening her up for me before I press my lips to her inner thigh. I plant a trail of languid kisses up each of her legs, pausing when I finally reach her pussy to meet her gaze.

Caroline doesn’t say anything. She simply gives me a breathy nod and spreads her legs wider, urging me to continue.

Something primal takes over, pushing me to try something I’ve never done. Pushing me to mark her.

I drop a line of spit out of my mouth, letting it fall directly on her clit as I dig my fingers into her soft skin.

Caroline shudders at the sensation, letting out a quiet little whimper as I flick my tongue over her sensitive bundle of nerves a single time.

“Wes,” she groans, fisting her fingers through my hair and arching her hips like she can’t wait any longer.

I chuckle against her, enjoying the way she squirms in frustration. “Is there something you need, Caroline? Hmmm?”

I know what she needs, but I want to hear her say it. I want her to know that she’s in control because something tells me that’s the only way she’s going to fully let go.

“More.” Her voice sounds so desperate that I almost give it to her on the spot.

Almost.

“More what?” I ask, watching her perky tits heave as my fingers trace the lines of goosebump-covered flesh that I just kissed. “You’ve got to be specific, princess. Otherwise, I’m just going to keep giving you more of these teasing little strokes.”

I flick her clit again, making her flinch.

“Your tongue,” she pants desperately, tightening her hold on my hair. “Your fingers. All of it.”

“Let me see if I’ve got this straight,” I say, pulling back. “You want me to fuck this wet little pussy with my fingers while I torment your clit with my tongue.”

“Yes. Please. I need it.”

Her words come out on separate breaths because I slowly start rubbing my thumbs over the length of her pussy, tracing her slick outer lips as lightly as I can.

“That’s my good girl. I knew you could beg for me.”

I press down at the top of her mound and flatten my tongue, licking a long, slow path from her entrance to her clit.

“Is this what you need? My tongue sliding through your pussy? Giving it the attention it deserves?”

Caroline tenses and lets out some sort of affirmative mumble in response as I flick my tongue over her swollen bundle of nerves several times, loving the way she responds to me lapping up her arousal.

“Fuck.” Her grip tightens in my hair, and she lets out a hum of approval. “Just like that.”

“You’re soaked, princess,” I mutter against her, feeling my balls tingle with excitement. “You’re a dripping wet mess for me after grinding against my thick cock. Do you have any idea how sexy that is? How much I want to ruin this needy pussy?”

I slide two fingers into her cunt, feeling her inner muscles pulse around me like they want more.

So that’s exactly what I give her.

I reach up with my free hand and pinch her nipple hard, just like she taught me earlier.

Caroline gasps and throws her head back, arching into my touch as I work her.

My mouth finds her perfect pussy again, and I swirl my tongue over her sensitive clit while massaging my fingertips along the upper wall of her cunt. Her legs tense and wrap around my head as her breaths come faster.

But I don’t slow down.

I curl my fingers inside her, trying to find that spot that makes her want to let go.

“That’s it. Give it to me,” I grunt against her, just as desperate for her to come as she is. “Show me how badly this pussy wants to come for Daddy. Show me how sweet you taste when you explode.”

And she does.

Caroline’s breath catches as her inner walls tighten around my fingers, spasming in rhythmic pulses as she lets go.

I continue to work her as she rides out her orgasm, savoring every aspect of her pleasure. The way it feels when she steadies herself by tugging on my hair. The way she sounds when she gasps for air as she comes down from her high. The way she tastes when she soaks my face with her release.

I savor all of it.

And when she’s finally done coming, I slowly pull back so that I can study the way she looks. The way the soft pads of her cheeks are so deeply flushed that they’re almost maroon. The way her pupils are so wide and satiated that she looks like she’s in a trance. The way her dark hair clings to the sweaty skin along her neck, and her lips part as she catches her breath.

It’s all so perfect.

And I can’t help myself from wanting to take more.

I slip my fingers out of her.

“Taste how wet you are for me, princess,” I say, holding my fingers up so that she can see the way her arousal glistens in the moonlit sky. “Wrap those pretty lips around my fingers and taste how addicting you are. Taste how truly and utterly fucked I am.”

Caroline leans forward with a smirk and takes my fingers into her mouth, letting out a hum of pleasure as she sucks hard. Her hooded eyes meet mine as I pop them out of her mouth, and I swear to God I almost come in this hot tub because the sultry look she gives me belongs in a high-end porno.

“I think I’d prefer the taste if I were cleaning it off your cock instead.”

I blink, trying to figure out if I’m in a dream as she licks the rest of her arousal off her lips and flashes me a satiated smile.

Fuck me.

This was not part of the plan. I was going to go for round two, but now all I can think about is how she wants to suck her cum off my cock like a goddamn lollipop.

My mind whirs, trying to figure out if I can make this happen within the confines of the promise to myself. But even with the most creative of ideas, I know that it’s not possible.

So I simply plant a kiss on her forehead. “Next time, princess,” I suggest, hoping to God that there is next time.