Chapter 7
“An ache, you say?”
“Yeah. Right in there,” I say, pushing back slightly, showing him my exposed hole.
Never in my life did I think I’d present myself like this to a man.
If you’d told me this morning that I’d be on all fours in a doctor’s office begging him to examine my ass, I would’ve knocked you the fuck out. But here I am.
“Deep inside,” I add. And it does ache, actually. A dull, persistent throb that’s been building since the doctor dropped his scrubs. My whole pelvic region is buzzing. A hot, tight ball of need. I feel like a cat in heat.
“Reid,” he says. “We have to be careful. We’re moving into dangerous territory. For both of us.”
“I’m a patient with a complaint. You’re a doctor. Just take a closer look. Nothing wrong with that.”
His breathing is heavier now. I can hear it. He steps closer until he’s right behind me. His body radiates heat like a furnace. The white coat rustles as he leans over me.
Then his hand is on my lower back. Warm. Dry. His thumb traces the dimple above my ass. “Tell me exactly where it aches,” he says, and I shiver at the gravel in his voice.
“Right here,” I breathe, reaching back and spreading myself open for him. “You see it?”
“I… I might need to use a lubricant to perform a thorough examination.”
“Sure, doc. Whatever you need.”
He moves away, and I hear a drawer open and close. Then a soft click of a cap. I glance back to see him slicking up two of his long fingers with clear lube. His cock is still out, still hard as steel, bobbing as he moves. My mouth waters at the sight.
He returns to his position behind me. One hand on my hip, steadying me. “Okay, Reid,” he says. “Just try to relax. This might feel a little cold at first.”
His lubed-up fingers trace my crack, circling my hole.
I flinch. No one has ever touched me there.
Not a doctor. Not a girl. Not even myself, if I’m being honest. In the shower to clean it, sure, but never with any intent behind it.
I can’t imagine my boys seeing me like this.
So submissive. So willing. I have a reputation as the big dog on campus. They’d never let me live it down.
But I don’t give a shit about them right now. I’m letting go of all the pressure. All the expectations. Letting someone else take charge. For the first time in a long while, I don’t have to perform. It just comes naturally with him.
Maren’s finger presses against my opening, testing the resistance. I force myself to relax. Bear down. The pressure builds, and then the tip slides inside me.
“Gah!” I gasp. It feels weird. Uncomfortable. But not painful. Not really. Just a foreign sensation. An intrusion.
He stops moving. “You alright?”
“Yeah,” I pant, forehead pressed into my arm, smelling my own sweat. “Keep going.”
He pushes deeper. Slowly. Burying the whole length of that long, thick finger inside me. It feels enormous. I’m breathing hard, trying to get used to the stretch. He holds it there, letting me adjust. I can feel his knuckles against my ass.
“There’s definitely some tension in here,” he murmurs. “A lot of tightness.”
“Yeah,” I breathe. “I’m real tense.”
“If you want me to stop, just say the word.”
“Don’t you dare stop, doc. I need you to find out what’s wrong.”
“Alright. I’m going to need to probe a little deeper,” he says. “Check for any irregularities.”
“Do what you gotta do.”
He starts to move his finger. In and out. Slowly. Twisting a little. Curling strokes that make my legs tremble. He’s methodical about it, working me open, stretching me, and every time he pushes back in, I feel myself loosening around him. The weirdness giving way to a warm, pleasurable fullness.
“I’m going to add a second finger now,” he says. “For a more thorough examination.”
“Yeah. Do it. Be thorough. Be real thorough.”
Another cool dollop of lube, and then the pressure builds as he works two fingers into me. Tighter squeeze. Deeper stretch. A delicious burn. It takes me a second to adjust. But when he starts to move them, scissoring them inside me, I lose my fucking mind.
“Ahhhh, fuck,” I moan, head lolling back.
“Right there?” he asks.
“Yeah, doc. Right there. That’s the spot. The ache... It’s getting worse.”
“I see,” he says. “We might need to explore that further. Much further.”
His other hand comes around to grip my hip, holding me steady.
He picks up the pace. Fingers working in and out, faster, harder.
He’s found it. That little bundle of nerves inside me.
The one I never knew existed. And now he’s rubbing it.
Over and over. Sending waves of blinding pleasure through me.
“You’re doing great, Reid,” he growls, and the praise goes straight to my dick, making it throb. “Very responsive.”
“I’ve never... fuck... doc... I’ve never felt anything like this.”
“I know,” he says. “I can tell.”
He’s really working me now. Fingers pistoning in and out, stretching me wide, hitting that spot over and over. I’m moaning like a porn star. Drooling. My whole body trembling. And he’s right. My body is so responsive. To him. To his touch.
When he pulls his fingers out, I whine at the sudden emptiness. I feel hollowed out. Needy.
“Doc?” I look over my shoulder, panting. “Why’d you stop?”
“The initial examination is complete,” he says, smirking a little. “But further investigation is required. To properly assess the internal pressure.”
“Yeah?” I arch my back, pushing my dripping ass toward him. “How you gonna do that?”
“I’m going to use a different instrument,” he says. He slicks up his cock, the whole length of it, coating it in glistening lube. My hole clenches in anticipation. “Something more suited to a deep exploration.”
“Fuck yeah,” I breathe. “Use your instrument, doc. Explore me.”
He places a hand on my lower back. “This will likely be uncomfortable at first, Reid. My instrument is… considerably bigger than my fingers.”
“Yeah, I know,” I say, eyes fixed on him stroking his slick cock. “It’s a real piece of equipment. I’ve seen it up close. I think I can handle it.”
“You’re sure?”
“Never been more sure of anything in my life.”
He takes a deep breath. Positions himself behind me. The head of his cock nudging my slick, loosened hole. My whole body tenses.
“Reid, what we’re about to do, it’s…”
“It’s what we need,” I finish. “You told me yourself. You need to get to the root of the problem. So get in there, doc. Find it.”
He pushes. The thick head pressing against my ring of muscle. I bear down, trying to open for him. The pressure is immense. Way beyond his fingers.
“Breathe,” he murmurs, rubbing my lower back in slow circles. “Push out against me.”
I do as he says, taking a deep, shuddering breath and pushing. The pressure builds to a near-agonizing peak. And then, with a pop, the head slides inside me.
“Gaaaaah!” I cry out, hands flying to the edges of the table.
And even the doctor, so stoic, so in control, lets out a long, shuddering groan.
He stops there. Just the tip locked inside me. Giving me a second to adjust. The burn is intense. Painful. But I’m a goddamn quarterback, and I’ve learned to play through pain. Especially when there’s a payoff at the end. And I have a feeling the payoff from this play is going to be legendary.
“Okay?” he asks, voice strained.
“Yeah,” I grit out. “Okay. More.”
He pushes deeper. An agonizingly slow slide of inches. I can feel every ridge, every vein as he enters me, stretching me wider than I thought possible, filling me to the brink.
“Holy fucking shit,” I pant into the paper. “Doc, you’re so fucking deep.”
“I’m not even halfway in, Reid,” he rasps.
My head snaps up. I twist to look over my shoulder, eyes wide. “What?”
He smirks that little smirk. “Told you my instrument was substantial.”
“Jesus Christ,” I moan, head dropping back down. He pushes in another inch. Rearranging my insides. Carving out a space for himself inside me. “How the fuck is this all gonna fit?”
“It’ll fit,” he says with quiet confidence. “Because I’m going to make it fit.”
Damn. That’s hot.
“Say something else like that,” I gasp. “I like when you talk like that.”
He leans over me, bracing himself with a hand on the table by my head. His lips right next to my ear. His body covers mine, warm and solid. His cock throbbing inside me.
“Listen to me very carefully, Reid,” he whispers.
“I am going to fuck this beautiful tight ass until the only thing you know how to say is ‘yes, doctor.’ I am going to open you up so wide, so deep, that you’ll feel me for a week.
You’re going to walk onto that field on Saturday, and every step you take, every pass you throw, you’re going to feel me right here.
” He pushes forward another inch to drive the point home.
I moan. Long. Broken. I’m so turned on I can barely think straight. He’s saying all the things I didn’t know I needed to hear. Taking control in a way that makes me want to surrender completely.
“Please,” I whisper. “Doc.”
He pushes the rest of the way in. One long, smooth stroke until he’s buried to the hilt.
His balls pressed against my ass. His hair tickling my skin.
I’m so full. So unbelievably, impossibly full.
I didn’t think it was possible. But he’s here.
All of him. Deep inside me. His hard cock in the one place I never expected to be touched.
He holds himself there, letting me adjust to the sheer size of him. His breath hot on my neck. The only sounds are the washing machine’s rhythmic thudding and our ragged breathing.
“You feel that, Reid?” he murmurs against my skin. “That’s the root of your problem. Right there.”
“I feel it,” I gasp. “I feel the root. God.”
“Good.”
He pulls out. Almost all the way, until just the head is holding me open. Then slides back in. Deep. Grinding against that spot that makes me see stars. I can’t help the noise that comes out of me. A half-sob, half-moan that sounds like I’m about to break.
“I tried to resist,” he says, punctuating with another deep thrust. “I really did. From the moment you walked in here. You have no idea.”
“Fuck. You wanted me this whole time?”
“I’ve been watching you play, Reid,” he grunts, thrusting again, harder.
“For two seasons. You have no idea how hard it’s been to stay professional.
The way you walked into my room. So tall.
Cocky. Smelling like sweat. This body. Your jaw.
The defiance in your eyes. It’s been an exercise in restraint. ”
He’s giving it to me now. Hard. Fast. The exam table is rattling, paper shredding under my knees. The burn is gone, replaced by a deep, throbbing pleasure that radiates through my entire body.
“But I knew it could never happen. Not like this,” he continues. “Not me taking advantage of a patient. A promising young athlete. Only twenty-one years old. You could ruin me.”
“Ruin you?” I laugh between gasps. “Doc, have you seen what you’re doing to me right now? I’m pretty sure I’m the one getting ruined here.”
“Yeah,” he says. “That’s the plan.”
He grips my hips, fingers digging into my flesh, and slams into me.
The force of it pushes me forward, my head almost hitting the wall behind the table.
My hard cock slaps against my stomach, smearing precum all over my abs.
I reach back, grab onto his thigh, holding on for dear life as he pounds into me.
His white coat is flapping around us. His T-shirt soaked with sweat. He’s lost the cool, professional doctor act. Now he’s just a man taking what he wants. And I’m giving it to him.
“Tell me more. What did you think when I got hard?”
“It terrified me,” he grits out, never breaking his rhythm. “I’ve never crossed a line like this. Never. But when you reacted... when I felt you growing in my hand... I knew we were done for. I wanted you. More than I should. But I couldn’t let myself.”
“I pushed. I know.”
“You did.” He laughs. “You’re relentless, you know that? Absolutely relentless. You don’t take no for an answer.”
“Thank fuck for that,” I groan as he hits that spot again. “Imagine if I’d actually listened to you and left.”
His other hand slides from my hip up my sweat-slick back, fingers tracing my spine. I arch into the touch, a groan rolling through my chest.
“There’s no going back from this, Reid,” he says. His cock plunging into me, so deep, so right. “When you walk out of this room, if you can still walk, you’ll have to live with the choices you made here.”
“Good.” I look over my shoulder. His face is tight with pleasure. That sharp jaw clenched. Eyes squeezed shut. Lips parted, letting out little puffs of air. “I don’t ever want to forget this.”
He opens his eyes and looks at me. A raw, hungry look that goes straight to my balls.
“I’m going to make sure you don’t.”
“Give me everything,” I whisper. “All of you.”
Right at that moment, the doorbell rings. A sharp, electronic buzz that cuts through the room and stops us both dead.
“Fuck,” he breathes, hips stilling, buried deep inside me. “That’s my four o’clock.”