Wanted

Chapter 2

They made it through her front door with a bang, picking up where they left off in the parking lot. Their lips met and their tongues danced while their hands scrambled at each other’s clothes.

He said between kisses, “I parked out front.”

“Sounds fine,” Danika said quickly. “Single?”

“Yes, you?” She kissed him again for his answer.

“Same.” She untied his scrub pants. “Condoms?”

“Every time.” He pulled back for a second. “But I didn’t bring any. I don’t carry them to work.”

Danika gathered her composure again lest she frighten him. Not every man could handle what a few guys had referred to as her ‘ball-busting’ mode. “Take off your shirt.”

“As you wish.” He backed up slightly and tossed it over his head on to the floor. “I usually would have worn something nicer and showered.”

“Shower’s over there,” Danika said, pointing behind her through her meticulously clean house. Her guest room hid the still packed boxes from her move last year. Not that he seemed to care because he was preening under her visual exam.

As she suspected, after watching him for weeks, he wasn’t spending his time solely on doctoring. Whatever he did to work out gave him powerful chest muscles. He had a solid patch of dark chest hair which tapered down the center of his torso and past his defined abs. Overall, this fine specimen in his prime already exceeded her expectations.

“I might use that before—” He indicated the scrub pants’ valiant battle to stay on by virtue of his hard-on.

She came forward and traced a hand down his chest to the scar over his right hip. “What happened here?”

“Appendix. Seven.”

“Here?” She pointed to a scar on his right wrist.

“Nine. Six stitches from hitting a rock while snowboarding.”

She pumped his cock through the pants. “Here?”

“Beautiful woman. Denny’s.”

“Turn around and put your hands on the wall.” He obeyed, and Danika fanned herself because the muscles extend into his back. Like a kitten to catnip, she planted gnawing bites up his to his shoulders.

This is definitely what the doctor ordered. Or what she’d order from the doctor.

“Anything you say. Do you want me to call you ma’am?”

“Danika works. And how did you get these muscles?” She bit into one of them harder. “And your hair. What is with that?”

He rolled his shoulders to show off. “As I said, I moved here from Colorado. I was a snowboarding instructor. I keep a bowflex and balance board at home.”

“And the hair?” She squeezed his ass. Nice and firm. He might let her test her fantasy of bouncing quarters off that. She spanked it for good measure to see his response.

He hissed this time. “Dye. MetroGen rules for doctors is hair must be a human shade unless it meets an ethnic requirement.”

“And you picked silver? Not red? Not jet black.”

“I wanted to be original. Nobody ever goes silver.”

“Not all of you went silver.” She shoved his scrub pants to his ankles and ran a finger down his crack and fondled his balls from behind in that patch of thick, dark-brown hair. “You did your eyebrows but not here.”

“You have no clue how many groin dye jobs gone wrong we see in the ER. Do that again?”

“You like that?” Danika struggled to not tackle him. He didn’t mind her ass play and let her run things?

“Fuck yeah. Too many women don’t know that the berries and not just the twig need good handling.”

“I’m not most women.” She licked his shoulder blade. “Are you the type who needs a safe word because I’m too much for you?”

He reached behind and spun her around, pinning her against the wall. He held her arms overhead and rubbed his dripping erection across her pink skirt. “A naughty gorgeous woman who knows what she wants is fucking hot and does not require a safe word. However, if you’re going to whip out a dildo and peg me like I’m your newest bronco, I definitely want a safe word before you give me your ball gag.”

“I can do that,” she mumbled, shocked by the wave of lust drenching her from the tips of her toes to the tips of her breasts. No man had ever been so open, or maybe she’d been shopping for too old instead of a young eager buck like Zac. “You would let me?”

“We’re here because I have an appetite and you have an appetite. Would an omelet satisfy it?”

“Expect to you work for your breakfast.” She devoured his lips again. Every day she controlled her passion on the job, and here was a man chock-full of fantasy, sin, want, and desire.

And she fucking WANTED.

“I hope so.” He raised his eyebrows and scanned down her body. “I’m gonna lick up your sweet sugar and drink your juice. About the shower?”

She grabbed him by the elbow and dragged him past her living room and kitchen to the bedroom. They passed her neatly made four-poster bed before she hustled him into the master bath. “Hurry up. Come on.”

“Not yet,” he winked, setting his glasses on the sink, and her pulse raced.

“You have one entire minute to get clean. Scrub it hard.”

“You’re not coming in?” he invited her.

“Not today, baby boy. You don’t know me well enough to ruin my hair.” Danika toyed with her dress, now stained with his stripe of pre-cum.

“Take the dress off.” He closed the curtain. “Only the dress. Leave your underwear and those shoes on.”

It took most of her willpower not to snap off the dress’s buttons. She ducked out of it and threw it in the general direction of her hamper. Her house would give a frat house vibe at this rate, but she didn’t care. “It’s been thirty seconds.”

“God, you’re damn impatient. I’m going to love making you beg.”

“Fifteen seconds left. Rinse off.” She adjusted her bright green bra to confirm the girls were displayed for maximum effect. While a C-cup was adequate, she hadn’t been gifted with towering height or huge boobs, though she felt her butt was appropriately generous.

“I need a towel.” He turned off the water and stepped out. His hard shaft with its flared head still flew at full staff.

Danika drooled over the picture he presented. Every bead of water threw his cock and his muscles, and his butt into sharp relief. Some drops clung to his faint stubble, and she could practically imagine letting his face scrape her thighs.

An exercise of control was in order. She handed him a small hand towel.

He took it with a smirk. “Tell me about the tats.”

She tapped the tattooed spray of roses covering her left shoulder and forearm. “Flowers are pretty?”

“Liar.” The towel went around his neck, then to his waist, then to his groin.

She followed the motion of the towel as he began to stroke himself. “Roses were special to me. Lovely satin and silk on top, dangerous thorns beneath.”

“Like someone I know in her suits and naughty heels. Can’t wait to taste that silky skin.” He jerked off the entire time he spoke. Danika’s body vibrated with arousal, desperate to rip the bra off. Only then would he get a chance to taste the skin as he’d so eloquently promised.

“Then have your first mouthful.” She reached for the clasp on her bra.

“No, Danika. It’s my job. You stripped me; now I get to strip you.” He dropped the towel and brought her against him. His cock caught between their bodies, and she widened her legs to accommodate him.

“Your lips are satin.” He brushed his mouth to hers and his hand worried her nipples, which were already hard dark points.

She wanted him now, not this maddening torture. Still, he didn’t free her. “More.”

“There is more,” he whispered into her neck. He pushed aside her bra straps but still didn’t release her breasts. “You want it right here? I’m dying to taste your other lips. I bet they’re silky and wet. Don’t move.”

He asked the impossible because she couldn’t prevent her hands from clutching his shoulders even more tightly. When she tried to grind on his stiff phallus, he blocked her. “Zac.”

He continued his unhurried exploration of the tattoo and directed her hand to his erection. “This is a cocked and fully loaded weapon. So unless you’re on birth control, then we have to avoid any friendly fire incidents.”

She wrinkled her nose; he had a good point. During her sexual dry spell for the past several months, she’d let her birth control prescription lapse. A situation she regretted because apparently she could’ve ridden this doctor hard a month ago and not suffered of a case of stupefying lust for weeks.

“I’m on nothing, but the condoms are in the bedroom.” She tried to lead them back out the door.

“Not yet.” He stopped her by unhooking her bra from behind. It fell to the floor, and Danika stayed motionless, hoping she didn’t disappoint.

He back peddled and made sure he got a full view.

“And?”

He stepped forward and ran one fingertip around her nipple. “Better than the Lumberjack Slam.”

“Just the Lumberjack Slam?”

He tilted her breasts toward him and sucked a peak into his mouth, then repeated the action on the other side. “And the milkshake.”

“I don’t remember you ever having the milkshake.” She was surprised she could speak because her body hummed with the pleasure provided by his heavenly mouth.

“I’ve never had this before, and it’s better than I imagined.”

Danika was past caring about the milkshake or the Lumberjack Slam. She wanted to be riding this handsome stud who had fallen into her lap. Stuff like this didn’t happen to her every day, and she’d take advantage while she had the chance.