Chapter 9
UN-VIRGINLY YOURS,
NAVYA
My chest rises and falls in ragged gasps as he walks me into the on-call room.
My skin is hot.
My thighs ache from standing for hours.
My body hums with awareness.
Between my legs is a tingle and an ache that doesn’t seem to go away.
The door clicks shut, and the room feels smaller, the air thicker. My nipples tighten against the thin fabric of my bra.
He cups my face with both hands— strong, capable hands that tremble slightly.
“Navya,” he says, his voice low and rough, and I shiver. “Let me have you.”
Oh God, yes, please.
For a week now we’ve both been on a razor’s edge of arousal—and now with adrenaline spiking our systems, well….
“Yes.” I step closer.
He’s on me in an instant, his hands gripping my waist, pulling me against his chest. The hard ridge of his penis presses into my belly.
A moan escapes me. It’s one I’ve never heard before—soft and needy.
His lips crash onto mine, and it’s electric, his tongue sliding against mine, tasting me like he’s starving.
I whimper into his mouth, my hands fisting in his scrubs, pulling him closer, closer. His fingers dig into my hips, and he grinds against me, the friction sending sparks shooting through my core.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he growls against my lips.
No one has said that to me, especially not someone with such passion.
My cheeks heat as my pussy clenches around nothing.
He pulls back, his eyes raking over me. I feel exposed, vulnerable in the best way. His hands move to the hem of my scrub top, lifting it over my head in one swift motion.
The cool air hits my skin, and my nipples harden further, aching for his touch.
His gaze locks onto my tits, and he groans, his hands cupping them through my bra.
“So sensitive,” he breathes, his thumbs rubbing my nipples through the fabric, and I arch into his touch, my head falling back.
He unhooks my bra, exposing my breasts.
He squeezes, kneads. My hips rock against his thigh.
“You’re perfect.” He captures a nipple in his mouth, his tongue swirling around the sensitive bud.
I cry out, my hands tangling in his hair, holding him to me as he sucks and teases.
His hands move to the waistband of my scrub pants. I am frantic. I want to feel his skin against mine. He yanks them down, my panties following until I’m bare before him.
“Look at how wet you are.” His voice is guttural, and the Italian accent is a little more pronounced.
It’s hot as hell.
“Fuck,” he swears, his eyes locked on my bare lips down under. I’ve been waxing regularly. One has to when they’re waiting to lose their virginity to Dr. Evan Vincenzo.
He drops to his knees, his hands spreading my thighs.
I tremble as his hot breath ghosts over my folds.
“Evan,” I whimper, my hands gripping his shoulders for balance as he leans in, his tongue licking a long, slow stripe up my slit.
I gasp, knees buckling, but he holds me steady, his tongue delving inside me, teasing my entrance before flicking my clit.
“Cazzo, you taste good.”
His tongue darts out to lap at my juices. I rock against his face, surprised at my own boldness. He sucks my clit into his mouth, his tongue flicking over the sensitive nub.
I cry out, my thighs trembling as pleasure builds in my core.
“Evan, I—I’m gonna—” I babble, my fingers tightening in his hair.
He growls, his tongue working faster, harder, until my orgasm releases in waves of white-hot pleasure.
He stands, pulling me into his arms. I can feel his cock pressing against my belly, thick and heavy. My hand reaches for him, undoing his scrub pants.
“Sì, più forte, tesoro*,” he snarls as I wrap my fingers around his length, stroking him slowly.
What?
“Harder, cara”
I whimper at the urgency he demands.
He smiles at me. “You sure?”
“Yes.” I’ve never been surer of anything in my whole life ever.
He picks me up, just like he did at my place, and gently sets me down on the narrow bed.
“It’s your first time…we should find a proper bed.”
I laugh softly. “Actually, it’s very apropos that it’s here, isn’t it?”
He takes his clothes off, and I forget whatever thought I had in my head.
He strokes himself as he looks at me.
“You like what you see?”
I nod like a fool because words are not coming out of my mouth.
“I don’t have a condom,” he tells me. “I’m clean.”
“Me, too. And…I have an IUD.”
He covers me. I feel him at my entrance. It’s the strangest feeling in the world. Intimacy and connection. Arousal and tenderness.
He presses into me slowly, inch by inch, his eyes holding mine.
I gasp at the stretch, the fullness.
He’s so careful. Asking me if I’m okay every step of the way.
I feel tears prick at the corners of my eyes at how gentle he is.
“Hey.” He freezes. “Am I hurting you?”
“No,” I breathe. “You’re making me feel very good.”
He smiles at that and, in one stroke, fully sheathes himself inside me.
Instinctively, I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him closer.
He starts to move, his thrusts slow and deep.
Each stroke sends sparks of pleasure through me, my pussy clenching around him, and my nails digging into his back.
“More,” I beg, not sure what this more I want is.
“I’ll take care of you, cara.” His hips snap forward, driving into me with a force that has me crying out.
And so, Dr. Evan Vincenzo relieves me of my virginity and fucks me hard.
I didn’t know it could be like this.
I thought you closed your eyes and just felt, but that’s not how Evan makes love.
He wants me to look at him, demands it. He doesn’t look away or close his eyes, oh no, his focus is entirely on me.
He slips a hand between us and strokes my clit at the same pace as he thrusts inside me.
“You’re so tight.” He changes angles, and I let out a soft cry. “So wet.”
My orgasm builds, tighter, hotter. I cling to him, my hips meeting his thrust for thrust.
“Come for me, cara, so I can come for you.”
I obey, coming like a geyser, clenching around him.
He follows me over the edge, his cock pulsing inside me as he spills inside me, his groans muffled against my neck.
We collapse onto the narrow bed, our bodies tangled together, our breaths mingling.
He presses a soft kiss to my forehead, and warmth blooms in my chest. If this is sex, I want a whole lot more of it.
* Yes, harder, baby (Italian)