Chapter 9 Doctor’s Hands #6
My mouth never stopped moving—licking up sweat, nipping at the slope of his bicep, teeth grazing the thatch of hair at his underarm.
The scent there was dizzying, the salt and heat and darkness of it filling my head with need.
I moaned into his skin, open-mouthed and shameless, chasing the taste like it could save me.
Amir’s hips rocked, dragging his cock up and down mine, smearing slick all over my belly. The pressure of his fist, the heat of his body, the thump of his heart against my chest—every sensation threatened to tip me over, to break the tension between us, to send us both over the edge.
But neither of us gave in. The friction slowed, his grip tightening, the need in his eyes sharpening into something feral and sweet.
“Not yet,” Amir breathed, pressing his lips to my temple, then down to my throat, biting and sucking, marking me with every kiss.
“I want you desperate. I want you hungry. I want you to remember this for days.”
His mouth found mine again, tongue sliding in, drinking down my moans, swallowing every plea and prayer. My hands tangled in his hair, yanking him closer, trying to merge us into one bruised, shaking body.
The room spun, the world narrowed to touch and taste and the slow, torturous grind of two cocks, two bodies, one rhythm. We stayed like that, pinned to the wall, sweat and spit and worship and need—nothing held back, nothing hidden, nothing left but the sacred ache to be known.
A sudden shift in Amir’s grip, and my world spun.
My chest pressed flush to cold tile, hands braced wide, legs kicked apart by his knee until I stood open, vulnerable, back arched, muscles shaking with the effort to stay upright.
The cool air hit my slick skin, heightening every bruise and pulse of heat.
Amir’s hand skimmed down my spine, claiming every vertebrae, nails biting a line that sent sparks flying through my nerves.
His palm flattened on the small of my back, a silent order, a promise that I was going nowhere.
A deep, satisfied rumble vibrated from his chest—too low for words, pure hunger, all power.
“Stay just like that,” he growled, breath hot against my ear.
“Let me see you. Let me see what’s mine.
” His thumbs pried my cheeks apart, spreading me wide, exposing everything, making me shudder with shame and anticipation.
“Fuck, Sebastian. Look at you. Every inch begging for me to claim. You need to be filled, don’t you?
Need to be ruined so deep you’ll never forget. ”
A filthy whimper escaped my lips—helpless, eager. I pressed back, pushing myself into his hands, aching for that first invasion, for the pain and the promise. “Want it,” I gasped, voice cracking on the word. “Need you, Amir. Need you to fuck me.”
His laugh was rough, mean and sweet. The sound of a bottle snapping open, the squirt of thick lube drizzling down my crack, pooling at my entrance, sent a violent shiver through my body.
Cold at first, then the pressure of his fingers—two, then three—working it in, slicking me up, twisting, stretching, prepping me not with patience but with ownership.
Every pass was a promise: you’re going to take every inch.
Amir’s mouth pressed to the nape of my neck, hot breath washing over my skin as he worked me open, finger-fucking me deep and relentless.
His other hand never left my hip, holding me steady, making sure I couldn’t squirm away from the stretch, the ache, the humiliation of being prepared like something to be devoured.
“Such a fucking perfect hole,” he growled, biting down, leaving a mark where neck met shoulder.
“You were made for this. Made to be filled up and bred until you drip for me, until you can’t think of anything but my cock inside you.
” His hips pressed forward, the hard line of his cock slicking up against my ass, teasing the rim, smearing pre-come and lube with every roll.
I clawed at the tile, hips grinding back, legs spread as wide as they could go. “Do it,” I pleaded, desperate. “Breed me. Want to feel you for days, Amir. Want you to fuck me stupid—don’t stop, don’t ever stop—”
Another snap of his hips, the head of his cock pressing at my entrance.
He made me wait, rocking forward, stretching me, not giving an inch until I was squirming, panting, begging.
My body opened around him, muscles fluttering, lube easing the way but never enough to dull the burn.
Every inch claimed, every breath a silent scream.
“Take it, Sebastian,” Amir hissed, driving in deep, cock splitting me open, filling me until I saw stars. “Take every fucking inch. Let me mark you from the inside out. You’ll be dripping for me, leaking me down your thighs every time you walk. That what you want?”
“Yes—God, yes,” I choked, forehead pressed to cool tile, nails digging into the grout. The pressure built, pleasure and pain tangled, every nerve ending alive. “Want to be used. Want you to fuck me full. Fill me up, Amir, please—”
His hands locked on my hips, bruising, pulling me back as he thrust, slow at first, then harder, faster, every stroke pushing me higher, closer to the edge. The sound of our bodies—wet, loud, obscene—echoed in the sterile room, a symphony of need and filth.
The slap of his hips against my ass, the sharp sting of his belly hitting the base of my spine, the drag of his cock pulling out, only to slam back in deeper—all of it made my body shake.
Sweat rolled down my back, lube and pre-come dripping down my thighs, the wall cold and merciless against my cheek.
Amir never stopped talking, never stopped claiming, every word a brand burned into my skin. “Going to breed you so full you’ll never forget who you belong to. Gonna fuck my seed so deep inside you, everyone will know you’re mine. You want that, Sebastian? Want to be my perfect, ruined prince?”
“Yes, yes, yes—” My world collapsed into nothing but the sound of his voice, the slap of skin, the stretch and fullness, the raw, brutal pleasure of being pinned, filled, used.
A gasp ripped out of my chest, head falling forward to the cool tile.
The ache of being stretched so deep, filled so full, blurred the edges of pain into something holy.
Amir’s hips rolled, grinding inside, hands splayed over my ribs, holding me open, holding me together.
Every thrust was a promise. Every drag of his cock through my wrecked, hungry body rewrote the script of who I was—remaking me as his.
The need to be closer, to be claimed everywhere, burned brighter than the sting of friction and the bruising hold of his hands.
My feet scrabbled for purchase, heels slipping on sweat-slick floor.
Desperation bloomed—an ache to be lifted, cradled, fucked and kissed and ruined until there was nothing left to give but worship.
Somehow, Amir understood. One powerful arm slid around my waist, pulling me upright, flush to his chest. My legs wrapped around his hips, ankles locking at the small of his back, thighs shaking from strain and anticipation.
I clung to him, arms looped tight around his neck, face buried in the crook of his shoulder, mouth open against salt-wet skin.
The new angle made everything deeper. Each thrust now punched straight up, grinding into that place inside me that made stars burst behind my eyelids. His cock filled me completely—hot, thick, relentless—my hole fluttering around him, taking every inch, every punishing snap of his hips.
“Don’t let go,” I begged, voice shivering against his ear. My breath fanned hot across his jaw as my tongue licked the line where stubble met neck, my lips tracing the wild, dark pulse pounding just beneath his skin. “Need you inside. Need you everywhere, Amir.”
A low, broken sound spilled from him—a groan that felt like worship and warning both.
His arms locked tighter around my back, one hand gripping the base of my skull, threading through sweat-damp hair, the other cupping under my thigh, holding me open, supporting every roll of my hips.
His chest heaved with every thrust, slick skin sliding against mine, our bellies pressed together, cocks grinding, sweat mixing, the line between us blurred beyond recognition.
Mouths crashed together, wild and searching, tongues sliding, lips biting. My jaw ached from the force of his kiss, but I wanted it bruising, wanted the ache to last. Our teeth clacked, spit mixed, his moan vibrating through me, low and raw.
“Beautiful,” Amir rasped against my lips, thumb stroking my jaw, palm cradling the back of my head as if I might break and he’d be damned before he let me fall. “You’re fucking beautiful, Sebastian. Never seen anyone come apart for me like this.”
Words tangled in my mouth—praise and prayer, curses and pleading.
My fingers dug into his back, tracing sweat-slick muscle, nails scoring up his spine, worshipping the line of every rib, every scar.
My nose pressed to the curve of his neck, inhaling musk, cologne, and the wild, honest heat of him.
I licked at his skin, tasting the salt of his exertion, nipping the hollow at the base of his throat.
The rhythm grew frantic, the need between us frantic, animal.
His cock drove into me with single-minded purpose, hips grinding, balls slapping against the curve of my ass, the sounds filthy and perfect in the echo of sterile tile.
My whole body shuddered with every thrust, thighs flexing around his waist, drawing him in deeper, locking us together so tight I never wanted to be let go.
“Can’t get enough,” Amir panted, forehead pressed to mine, sweat dripping down his temples, gaze wild and soft all at once. “Need you—God, need to stay inside you forever. You take me so deep. You make me lose myself, Sebastian.”