Chapter 4 #2
Her nostrils flare when I say cock. I like it. I also like how fully she looks at me now, like she’s decided to throw caution and shyness to the wind.
‘I mean, it is in pain, and—’ I smile. ‘You are a doctor, right?’
She purses her lips as her gaze drops to my crotch before returning to my face, her expression serious. Christ, her doctor face is a turn-on, too. ‘I’m not sure… tugging on it’s going to help with the pain.’
‘Oh it will, Doc, trust me.’
She smiles now. ‘I could… examine it for you?’
Her banter is like fingernails stroking my balls. ‘I like the way you think.’
‘I’ll be gentle.’ My hand slips from her back as she shifts suddenly. ‘I promise.’
My breath catches as she twists and throws her leg over my lap, straddling my upper thighs. She’s glorious, her tits high and firm, her nipples mocha-lite, her shoulders back, her hair falling over them like a swathe of dark silk.
Fuck, I’m a dead man.
I slip my hands onto her naked ass. ‘No need for gentle. It’s kinda robust.’
She slides her hands over mine, which thrusts her tits out perfectly, and I want to curl up and suck each one into my mouth, but she removes my hands from her butt and places them palm down on the floor beside me.
She smiles like suddenly she’s found her inner dominatrix and says, ‘How about you let the doctor be the judge of that?’
Her fingers grasp the button above my fly and pop it – efficient and detached. They reach for the zip next, brushing against my cock, which bucks at the stimulus. If it’s deliberate, she doesn’t indicate, and the tension in my dick reaches screaming point.
My zip comes down.
There’s no tease, no seduction in her movements; it’s methodical, as if I’m just another patient and this is just another examination. But her thighs are straddling me, and she’s naked, and her tits are swaying, and I can hear the roughness of her breathing.
Christ, I could come from that clinical look in her eyes alone. And when she reaches inside my underwear and pulls out my cock, I seriously almost do. Everything from my inner thighs to my buttocks to my belly button clenches tight.
‘Oh yes.’ She stares at it, eyes wide, a dull flush to her cheeks. Her mouth parts temptingly. Her gaze flicks up and meshes with mine. ‘That does look painful.’
I lever myself up onto my bent elbows so I can look down at myself. My breath is so hot and thick in my throat it’s almost choking me. My fly gapes wide and my cock rises hard and thick and long from the middle. Her hand looks good around my girth and she grips it just right, too – firm and sure.
‘What do you suggest, Doc?’
‘Well… I’m a big believer in the power of massage.’
Jesus. My heart is beating like a gong against my ribs, and I swallow. ‘Me too.’
‘It’s important to rub lightly, though. To start with.’
Her gaze drifts back to where she holds me, and her hand performs a slow slide down, then an equally slow one all the way up. I groan, and it’s so deep and low I swear it comes all the way from my toes. She stops, her hand poised back where it started as she glances at me.
‘Too hard?’ She smiles an innocent smile. ‘Should I stop? I could prescribe rest, maybe?’
I give a half laugh, the muscles that funnel to my cock so tight they’d need a diamond-tipped saw to cut through them. ‘Only if you want to see a grown man cry.’
Or beg, for that matter.
She laughs too, her eyes glittering down at me as she tosses her head with the confidence of a woman who has a man by the balls.
Her hair swishes around her head and settles on the slopes of her tits.
My mouth waters as I think about sucking on those sweet, flushed tips.
About pushing them together and thrusting my cock through them, watching my come splatter all over them, massaging it in, tasting its musky flavour on those taut buds.
‘I could go a little faster. If you think you can handle it?’
A strangled kind of noise comes from somewhere at the back of my throat as she slides her hand up and down my dick again. My fingers dig into the duvet beside me. ‘I can handle it.’
Christ, I’ll fucking die if she doesn’t.
She does. Her hand picks up the pace, not just moving, but squeezing as well, her thumb swiping over the head of my cock as it nears the top. Her gaze drops to what she’s doing, and I almost groan out loud again as her pink tongue wets her bottom lip.
I don’t think she’s aware she’s done it, but fuck, I’ve been hard for her from the moment I saw her and pretty much most of the last two hours, and she’s so beautiful straddling me, her legs wide, the lips of her pussy brushing against the denim of my jeans as she pumps my cock.
Her tits rock with the movement, and her hair brushes her shoulders, and I am dangerously close to the edge.
Already the nerves deep inside my butt cheeks are sparking, and there’s a pulsing around the base of my spine.
It’s an exercise in control not to touch her.
Not to mash my lips into hers, not to take a nipple in my mouth, not to drag her right on top of my dick and grind.
She flicks a glance at me and finds me watching her. I can’t tear my eyes off her. ‘It’s quite tense still.’
I choke out a half laugh as the pulsing intensifies, and my breath chugs in and out of my chest. ‘Not for much longer.’
She drops her gaze briefly to her hand before returning to me.
‘It seems to be leaking.’ She’s all round-eyed and innocent, but she’s not fooling me for a second – she’s teasing and I fucking love it.
I grin despite the pressure spiking in my balls. ‘Keep doing that and it’ll do more than leak. It’ll start to spit.’ I curl up then, I can’t help myself – that sassy mouth of hers is like a candy apple, and I want to bite into it.
But she shakes her head, places a stilling hand on my pec. ‘A deal’s a deal, Danny.’
I groan and drop to my elbows again, my head falling back between my shoulder blades. I should have known that was going to come back and bite me in the ass.
‘I think it can take a more vigorous technique now, don’t you think?’
My permission is clearly not required. By the time I’ve lifted my head, her hand is a blur on me and sensation floods my body.
Her gaze is glued to my cock, her total concentration dizzying.
The head is all purple and engorged, and when she slides her other hand inside my jeans to cup my balls, I’m lost.
She squeezes them.
‘Fuck.’ I grunt as her hot hand clamps tight around them, torturous and goddamn miraculous all at once. A hot ripple contracts my ass as she rolls them and works my cock with her fingers like they were made especially for me – my own personal handmaiden – and it’s more than I can stand.
The climax hits me like a cattle prod shoved right at the root of my dick. My hips jerk and I cry out, but it’s cut off in my throat as the muscles in my balls and thighs and ass seize up and everything stops. My pulse, my breathing, even my sight, as everything goes a blinding white.
‘Yesss.’
I vaguely hear her triumphant whisper, her hand a fury against me now, as the wave of paralysis releases me from its grip and everything returns.
The clatter of my heart, the saw of my breathing, and a rainbow of colour as pleasure rips through me, turning me around, turning me upside down, turning me inside out.
‘Yes, yes, yes.’
Her voice is raspy, and her eyes are wide as she watches the first jet of come shoot from my cock and splatter on my belly.
More follow, and she tracks them too, until my balls have nothing left to give, until the final ripple of my orgasm recedes, and I collapse against the duvet, my elbows no longer able to keep me upright, my heart pounding.
But she’s not done with me yet, and I rouse a little as her fingers release their death grip from my cock and start to wander, sliding through my come. I raise my head to watch her as she finger-paints with my spunk, swirling it around, pushing it over my stomach and ribs and higher.
Just as I had fantasised about doing to her.
Surprisingly, it’s a turn-on watching her do it to me, too. Watching her getting off on it. And she is. Her nipples are as hard as bullets, and she’s rocking on me a little, her pussy lips rubbing against the denim of my jeans as she bites on her bottom lip.
‘Having fun there?’
She doesn’t look at me. It’s as if she’s mesmerised by the patterns she’s drawing. ‘It’s important to complete the treatment,’ she says, her voice high yet husky, and I wonder if she’s even aware of the increasing grind of her pussy on my thigh.
I tuck both hands under my head and settle in for the show. ‘You’re the doctor.’
The pads of her fingers, wet with my come, push hard against my nipples. It feels fucking incredible, and my dick, previously spent, twitches. ‘Put some on yours,’ I say, my voice almost a growl at the thought of it. I tense my thigh and push it up hard against her pussy, and she sucks in a breath.
Her glittering eyes meet mine, and she moans, rocking her hips a little faster. She shakes her hair back, her tits thrusting, and she doesn’t look like the prim and capable young doctor too tired and busy for life any more. She’s just a woman.
A sexy, wanton woman.
Hell, she looks like every supermodel I used to fantasise about fucking when I was fifteen, all rolled into one. The fact she doesn’t even know how breathtaking she is right now only makes her hotter.
Her tits rock to the rhythm of her hips, and her mouth is slightly parted as she slides her index fingers through a puddle of spunk.
She lifts her hands to her tits and paints her impossibly erect nipples with my come, drawing in a ragged breath, obviously aroused by her own touch.
They shine with moisture even in the low light of the elevator, and the feral beast inside my head growls mine.
There’s no way I can just watch any longer. I want to taste my come on her tits, lick it all off, and I want her to come while I’m doing it. I lift up, grabbing her hands off my chest and pushing them down, sliding her fingers between her legs, keeping my hands on top.
‘Make yourself come.’
It’s not a suggestion, not a request. It’s a command. She’s desperate for another orgasm and close, too, if I’m not very much mistaken. I want her to get herself off while I suck her titties. I want to listen to it; I want to hold her through it.
I grunt as her hand obeys, her fingers knocking against mine as they rub frantically between her legs.
Oh, fuck yes.
I leave her to it, my mouth already salivating for a taste of her as it zeroes in on the nearest nipple, thrust right in front of my face, begging for tongue.
My hands push her tits together and hold them that way as I suck a hard nub into my mouth.
She gasps and arches her back, one hand sliding onto my shoulder for purchase as the other works her clit.
Her moans and the taste and smell of me on her fill my head and shoot like an arrow straight to my groin, setting it on fire.
My cock is hard for her again, stiff against my belly, as I devour her tits, switching from one to the other, sucking hard, scraping my teeth against the tips before soothing them with my tongue and starting all over again.
Her hips are rocking like crazy now, her hand a blur, the denim practically on fire from the friction.
I don’t have to look to know there’s a wet patch on my jeans – I can smell how wet she is, how close she is as her hand slides down my back and anchors mid-way, pulling me closer.
‘Danny.’
‘Yeah, Doc,’ I murmur around a mouthful of nipple, my heart beating like a drum through my ears. ‘Come for me, baby. Get yourself off.’
She gasps and cries out then, throwing her head back, smooshing her titties into my face, almost suffocating me.
I take my punishment like a man, taking full advantage, lashing her stiff nipples with my tongue as her body jerks and convulses on my leg, and she gasps and grinds her way right to the end of her orgasm.
She falls into me as it spirals away, and we collapse against the floor in a tangled heap, and there’s nothing but hard breathing between us for long, long moments.
‘Well…’ she says after a while, when she can talk again, ‘in my medical opinion, that treatment seemed to work.’ Her lips brush my shoulder. ‘It’s probably going to be a recurring condition, however.’
I laugh as a warm buzz hums through my body, making me forget about my throbbing cock, the hard floor against my shoulder blades, and the blizzard raging outside. And the fact Holly and I aren’t in a relationship.
‘Will you be available for future treatment?’
I’m too blissed out to realise I’ve referred to life outside the elevator again. Thankfully, so is she. ‘No need,’ she murmurs in a sleepy voice. ‘I’m pretty sure you know how to self-administer.’
I smile. I’d rather have my own personal physician.
But the thought is lost in the growing heaviness of my limbs and eyelids, despite the state of my dick.
It wouldn’t be the first time I’d gone to sleep with a woody.
I’m only vaguely coordinated enough to grab my T-shirt and make some attempt to wipe the remaining come off my chest before I, too, drift to sleep.