Chapter 8
“Doc,” I whisper. “Don’t you dare pull out.”
“Reid—”
“Don’t.”
Dr. Maren drops his forehead to my shoulder blade. I can feel his heart hammering against my back. His cock twitches inside the deepest part of me. I clench around it, making him groan. He’s as trapped as I am. Trapped by want.
“Ignore it,” I plead. “They’ll go away.”
“My car is right out front. She knows I’m here.”
“Make something up. Tell her you’re in an emergency.”
“Reid, this is a patient. A vulnerable woman who depends on me. I can’t just?—”
The buzzer sounds again. Longer. Followed by a loud, insistent knock on the same door I walked through over an hour ago. The knocking echoes through the small room.
“Please, doc,” I say. “This can’t be it. Not like this.”
He pulls out of me. Slowly. The emptiness he leaves behind is a cavern. A cold, hollow ache. I’m left on my hands and knees on the exam table, panting, a mess of sweat and lube.
“Stay here,” he says, pulling up his scrubs, tucking his still-hard cock away. He fastens the drawstring with practiced fingers. Buttons up the white coat, hiding the sweat-soaked T-shirt. Smooths down the front. In seconds, he’s the calm, professional doctor again.
“I’ll be right back.”
He leaves the room, closing the door behind him. I hear his footsteps fade down the hallway. The washing machine chugs on. My heart hammers. I reach behind me, touch my well-used hole. Jesus. It’s swollen. Puffy. Wide open from him. You could park a truck in there.
I can hear voices through the door. Muffled. That deep, calm baritone. My doctor. The other voice is higher, anxious. I strain to listen but can’t make out the words. All I can think about is him. That cock. The look on his face when he finally let go. The things he said. The things he did.
What if this is it? What if he comes back in here and tells me to get dressed. Hands me some trazodone and a polite, professional smile. A firm handshake. The door closing behind me. The last I ever see of him.
The thought sends a wave of panic through me.
No. That can’t happen. I won’t let it. I’ve spent too long in a fog of my own making, and for the first time in forever the world is sharp. In focus. The colors are brighter. The air tastes cleaner because of him. This can’t be the end.
The minutes tick by. Feels like hours. My legs are cramping.
I lie down on my back, the paper crinkling.
The gown is a lost cause, bunched around my waist. My dick is still hard, lying against my stomach, a stubborn, angry red.
For a dick that’s left me high and dry so many times, it’s showing some goddamn loyalty now.
I listen to the washing machine chug away, the ticking of a wall clock I hadn’t noticed before, the hum of the overhead lights. Every sound is a hammer against my nerves.
Finally, the door opens. Dr. Maren steps back inside. Alone.
“And?” I ask, my throat tight.
“She’s rescheduled,” he says, closing the door. He looks at me lying there, exposed, my hard-on on full display. He takes a step forward and sheds his coat like a second skin. It falls to the floor in a white puddle.
His eyes are dark. Feral. He kicks off his shoes, size thirteens at least, and they clunk to the floor.
He pulls his shirt over his head and tosses it aside.
My breath catches. For the first time, I see all of him.
Broad chest, defined abs, a wild forest of black hair covering them, tapering down to the waistband of his scrubs.
A silver patch over one pec, right above his heart.
Then the pants. He shoves them down. And he’s just… naked. Like me. His perfect cock juts out from a nest of black hair. Hard. Wet at the tip. The muscles in his thighs are thick and powerful. He’s not built like me, all bulk and brute force. But this man has put serious hours in at the gym.
“Where were we?” he asks, walking toward the table.
“You were gonna give me everything.”
“Right. Everything.” He grabs my knees and yanks me to the edge of the table. Steps between them, forcing them wider. Then folds me in half, pushing my legs back toward my chest. My feet are dangling in the air. My hole is right there, open and waiting, inches from the tip of his cock.
“Look at you,” he breathes, running a thumb over my stretched rim. “All pink and swollen.”
“From you, doc.”
“I want you to call me Lev from now on. That’s my name. My coat’s on the floor. There’s no doctor here. Just a man who’s about to put his dick in you.”
“Alright, Lev. Then please. Fuck me.”
He uses the mess of lube still dripping out of me to slick himself up.
Then he’s pushing back in. I gasp as he fills me, but this time it’s all pleasure.
No pain. My body remembers the shape of him and welcomes it.
He goes deeper than before, the new angle letting him hit that place inside me with brutal precision.
He starts hammering into me. No holding back. Balls smacking against my ass. The table is shaking so hard I think it might collapse. The paper underneath me is shredded. All I can do is hold onto my own knees and take it.
“Is this deep enough for you, Reid?” he growls.
“Deeper,” I gasp. “I need you deeper, Lev. All the way.”
He lifts one of my legs over his shoulder, then the other. He has me folded completely, my ass off the table, impaled on his cock. He leans forward, covering my body with his, until we’re face to face. Looking right into my eyes as he thrusts. Hard. Punishing.
My dick is sandwiched between our stomachs, trapped, getting friction with every thrust. It feels so good I might pass out. I’m leaking so much I can feel it pooling on my abs. It would only take a few strokes. Just a touch. But I don’t want it to end. Not yet.
“You’re so tight,” he pants. “Even after all that. Your ass is trying to milk the cum out of me.”
“Fuck, I love it when you talk like that.”
“You do, don’t you?” He smirks. “My dirty boy. You like hearing what your hole is doing to my cock.”
I let out a choked moan. I can’t form words anymore.
“You’d love me to breed you, wouldn’t you, Reid? Fill you up until it’s dripping down your thighs. Leave a piece of myself inside you when you walk out of here. You’re desperate for it.”
I’m so close. Right at the edge. But I want it to last. I want to feel this for as long as I can. He’s making it impossible.
“Look at me,” he demands, and I do. Those gold-flecked eyes burning right into me. “Are you losing control, Reid? Getting close to coming without even touching your cock?”
I nod. Mouth open. Breathing hard.
“Don’t. Learn to control it. Like me.” He slows down, pulling almost all the way out before sliding back in.
A slow, teasing glide that makes me shudder.
“Or do you think I couldn’t have come three times already?
The minute your hot mouth closed around me?
When I felt your throat gagging on my cock?
While you were looking up at me with those teary, blissed-out eyes? ”
He speeds up again. A punishing rhythm that leaves me breathless. He grabs my dick, stroking it with a tight grip. My hips buck off the table.
“Please, Lev, I can’t?—”
“Hold it,” he commands.
I’m fighting a losing battle. Trying to suppress the tingling in my thighs. The tightening in my balls. The surge building in my groin. He’s hitting that spot inside me and stroking my cock and talking to me, and it’s all too much.
“Stop, please, I can’t…”
He lets go of my dick. “Better?”
I nod, gasping. “Yeah. Fuck. I almost…”
“I know,” he says, a little smugly. “That’s control. You’ll get there.”
“But I’m about to burst, man. I’m right there.”
“Then I guess I’ll just have to fuck the cum right out of you.”
He starts pounding like a battering ram. Loud smacks of skin on skin. One after the other. The sound and the sight of him using my body are sending me into delirium.
Then, as if that’s not enough, he leans forward and kisses me. Wet and deep and hungry. And that’s the thing that finally shatters me. The last piece of my composure. I can’t hold back the tidal wave any longer.
My orgasm crashes through me. A blinding, deafening explosion.
My back arches, my toes curl, and I’m coming.
Hard. Ropes of hot cum painting my chest, my stomach, my chin.
More than I’ve ever shot in my life. My whole body convulsing, my ass clamping down on his cock.
A ragged sob, muffled by his mouth still on mine.
He keeps fucking me through it. Drawing it out. Making it last forever. His rhythm becomes erratic, his thrusts shallower. I can feel the tension in his body as he chases his own release.
Then he buries himself to the hilt with a guttural groan.
His whole body goes rigid. A shudder runs through him, and then I feel it.
The hot, thick flood inside me. Pulse after pulse.
Filling me up, just like he promised. Marking me from the inside.
I clench around him, milking him for everything he’s got.
He keeps coming, and it feels endless. So much cum it leaks around the edges of my hole, where his root is still plugging me tight.
My own dick gives a few final, weak spurts, wringing every last drop out of me.
Finally, he collapses on top of me, his full weight pinning me to the table.
We’re both panting, sweaty, sticky messes.
He’s still inside me. Softening, but present. I can feel his heartbeat through his cock. A heavy thud against my insides. My legs are still slung over his shoulders. I’m bent like a pretzel. But I don’t ever want to move again.
After a long while, he pushes himself up on his elbows.
Looks down at me, at the mess I’ve made of myself.
He traces a finger through the cum on my chest. Scoops up a pearly glob and brings it to my lips.
I open my mouth without hesitation and suck it from his finger.
Tasting the salty bitterness of myself. Our eyes are locked the whole time.
“Good boy,” he whispers, then brings his finger to his own lips and licks it clean.
When he pulls out, it’s with a wet squelch. A gush of warm fluid follows, dripping down my ass and pooling on the ruined paper. The emptiness is instant. I feel my hole trying to close, trying to tighten, but it’s no use. He’s left me gaping.
Lev steps back, and the cool air on my overheated skin makes me shiver. He looks down at me with a lazy, satisfied smile. His cock is slick with our combined mess. Soft now, but still impressive. I could stare at it all day.
“No regrets?” he asks.
“Are you kidding? I’ve never come that hard in my life. You completely drained me.”
He grins, then walks to a small sink in the corner.
Grabs a washcloth, runs it under warm water, and comes back.
He cleans me up gently. Wiping away the cum, the lube, the sweat from my thighs.
The tenderness of it is a shock after the ferocity of the fucking.
When he’s done, he leans forward, and we kiss again.
Slow. Deep. Tasting each other. This kiss is even better than the first.
“I need to see you again,” I say when we finally break apart.
“We will,” he says, tossing the washcloth into a hamper. “Definitely.”
He helps me sit up. My legs are as wobbly as noodles. My ass is deliciously sore. I feel wrecked in the best possible way. He pulls the shredded paper from under me, balls it up, and tosses it toward the overflowing trash.
“Lev,” I say.
“Yeah?”
“What the hell is in that washing machine?”
He lets out a real laugh. A deep, booming thing that fills the room. “Scrubs. Coats. Sheets. Nothing special.”
“Right.”
“Disappointed?” He winks.
“Little bit. I was hoping for something weird.”
“Well, I think we’ve covered enough weird for one day, don’t you?”
I look at him. He’s pulling on his scrubs. His chest hair matted with sweat. A flush still high on his cheeks. This man who just turned my entire world upside down.
“I don’t know, Lev,” I say, glancing down. “I have a feeling we’ve only just scratched the surface.”