Chapter 17
Chapter Seventeen
Annika
I stare at Dr. Cross, every inch of me on fire.
Now he wants to fuck me? After everything I have blurted out about my personal life? Now, when he knows what a mess I make of my closest relationships?
A wild light fills me as if he took a match to the small wick that was almost burning out at the heart of me. I feel as grounded as the roots of a mighty oak tree and as light as a feather, as if there are no limits to what I want and who I could be.
Not with this man gazing at me like I’m priceless.
I search his eyes, but there’s nothing but desire there to fill me up. Nothing but how much he appreciates me and how many filthy things he wants to do to me.
It’s a dizzying sensation, to have someone gaze at you as if your very ordinary, very messy self is actually something special. But at that moment, I believe it with my full chest.
I am deserving of the way he looks at me, to be wanted, to be fucked to within an inch by his monster cock.
I laugh at the thought, and he kisses me again. It’s a rough, wild, dominating kiss where he steals my breath and my senses. The last kind of kiss I expect from such a composed man, but I like it.
I like it more for the fact that he’s lost whatever control he had all night. I like it that he thinks I am equal to it.
“Your laughter is like a rainbow, Annika. I want to roll around in it,” he says, awe tinging his words. “And if you tell me what makes you laugh so, I will do it again. And again.”
“I don’t want to laugh, Dr. Cross. I want you to touch me as if you can’t bear not to. As if, whatever you do to me, it’s never going to be enough.”
Pale gray eyes smolder. “I don’t have to pretend, sweetheart. That’s exactly how I feel.” His large hands are slightly cold as he cups my breasts, thumbs playing with my nipples.
“Then why have you been stopping yourself all night?” My spine arches into his touch as he dips his head. I am dying for him to suck on my nipples, to feel him stretching me, to know how it feels when he loses complete control.
“You think I can?” As if to taunt me, his mouth hovers over the peak. His gaze collides with mine, the gray strands in his hair glinting in the moonlight like spun silver.
“Yes, you seem to have some nefarious agenda.”
His grin is brighter than the lightning streaking the sky. “And you’re the poor innocent lamb who got trapped with me?”
“All this poor innocent lamb wants is to get fucked. Please…” I cup my breast and tap the nipple against his closed lips. “I want your lips everywhere.”
Smiling, he kisses very close to my nipple. “Did I tell you they are the prettiest tits I’ve ever seen? Lush and perky and overflowing in my hands.”
Heat flushes me inside out. “And yet, you’ve neglected them so far,” I say, pouting.
“You’re right. What a gross oversight.” His thumb and forefinger squeeze and pinch so gently that my brain can’t isolate the sensation. “Tell me, Annika. What do you want me to do to them?”
I sink my hands into his hair. “Suck them. Roll your tongue around, tug them with your teeth.”
“Good to know.”
He sticks his tongue out and licks a careful circle around my aureole and then continues inward. By the time he reaches the peak, I am thrumming with tension. A rough groan erupts out of me as he clamps his lips around the peak and sucks roughly. Arrows of electric sensation zoom down to my core, making it clench around emptiness.
I am somehow both strung tight and floating loose, free and tethered. And I want more so that I can forget what morning will bring and I want less because the ache feels unbearable.
Dr. Cross suckles roughly, making lewd sounds that only add to the sensations battering at me. He switches from one nipple to the other and back again until my tips are charged and sensitive.
I’m writhing on his lap, rubbing my folds against the planes of his stomach, but it’s not enough.
Gripping the headboard behind him, I go to my knees and sneak my hand into the band of his sweatpants. His engorged cock plops out, the broad head spitting pre-cum. My mouth pools with saliva and my core weeps.
“God, but you’re huge,” I say, slowly pumping my hips down until his shaft is trapped between my pussy and his stomach.
The sight of our intimate flesh meeting for the first time is erotic. The rough grunt that escapes his mouth is music. My nerves tingle with building need.
“Fuck, but you’re wet,” he quips.
Our eyes meet, and my need multiplies by a million. Dr. Cross’s lust-hazed gaze sends as many delicious ripples through me, or more, than the press of his cock. “Use me, baby. Get yourself off.”
The endearment pins me so thoroughly to the moment, to him, that I feel splayed open in every way possible. Hair messed up, nostrils flaring, he’s both my destruction and salvation.
I lick his upper lip and taste the salt of his skin. “And you?”
“I’m right behind you, Ani. Seeing you come for me is the biggest turn-on.”
Slowly, I glide forward and back, letting his thick length open my folds obscenely wide, making sure the broad head bumps up against my clit. Tiny tremors skitter over my skin, making me tremble violently. I repeat the upward glides, over and over, that knot in my pelvis getting pulled tighter and tighter. “I need more, please,” I say, frenzy filling my blood.
“Where do you need me?” Dr. Cross says, nipping and sucking at every inch of flesh around my neck, leaving a necklace of bruises around. “How do you need me?”
“I don’t know,” I say with a keening cry. “It feels so good, Ethan. But not enough. I want to shatter so thoroughly that I can’t think. That I can’t worry about the sun rising.”
Elegant fingers catch the lone tear running down my cheek. “Don’t cry, sweetheart. I’m not going anywhere. And I will give you everything, Ani. Everything you ask for and more.” His lips wrap around my nipple again while his fingers find my clit. “Look at this popped clit. All swollen and standing up, trying to catch my attention.” The circles he draws there, pinching and nudging, send exquisite tremors down my spine. My thighs shake, my belly ripples as I undulate into his touch. “Look at how you drench me, how you coat my cock with your wetness, baby.”
I stare at him helplessly, the savage satisfaction in his eyes cinching the knot tighter. “You do something to me,” I say, breathing in fast, shallow pants. “It scares me.”
“Nothing to fear, sweetheart. All these lush curves, all this wildness, it sings for me. Your body craves only what I give?”
“God, yes. No one else has done this to me. No one makes me wet and wild like this.”
Our gazes hold again and he scrapes his teeth down the curve of my breast, leaving a patchwork of bruises. “No one else, Ani. Never again.”
I barely register his words because his fingers are wreaking havoc on me. He pinches my clit and tugs while he licks at my nipple with a thousand little strokes.
Within seconds, I’m flying, my climax splintering me into so many shards. I chant his name as I writhe on his fingers, my breasts heaving against his mouth, the hard peaks slipping in and out.
I feel fierce and wrung out, brave and weak.
The pleasure feels like it lasts forever, robbing me of my breath. Robbing me of the last thread of defense I have against him. With each orgasm he gives me, he’s writing his name into my skin, on my flesh, over my heart.
My spine feels like it’s made of jelly as he pats damp fingers over my lips. “Open up, Ani.”
I do and Dr. Cross slips his fingers into my mouth. Those pale eyes watch me, half-lidded, as I suck them with a slurping sound. He pulls out without warning and then kisses me.
It’s a filthy, sucking at each other’s tongues, fucking-with-our-mouths kind of kiss. Against my belly, his straining length could be a hot steel poker, searing itself into my flesh like a brand.
I fist it tight and give it a hard squeeze. Even satiated just now, my core aches to hold him inside. “I want to suck on your cock.”
“Not tonight,” he says, kissing the arch of my neck.
“I might never get the chance again.” My voice is small and teary and scratchy. “Please, Ethan.”
His gray eyes widen and a smirk plays on his lips. “You think you can play me, baby?”
“Is it wrong if I want to pack everything into tonight?”
“No, not wrong, sweetheart. But unnecessary.” He grabs my hips and jostles me on him. “Now, lift your hips. Let me stretch you a little with my fingers before I ravage this pretty pussy.”
Needy slut that I am for him, I rub my folds once more against his cock and then push to my knees. Steal one more kiss before I bring the fat head of his cock to my entrance.
“Ani, wait. It will hurt like this—”
Clenching my thighs, I press the thick head inside until it disappears. The stretch is painful but I don’t care. My body feels like it’s hanging over a knife’s edge.
A hiss falls from his lips. “I need a condom.”
“No, you don’t. I have an IUD.” I wriggle my hips, feeding an inch more of him into myself. “You can fuck me bare, Dr. Cross. Only you. Don’t you want that?”
“Ani, baby, take it slow.” His voice turns broken, and his hips thrust up in a tiny, imperceptible movement that tells me he likes what he heard. He likes the idea of fucking me raw. Likes that it’s only him I’ll allow to fuck me without a condom. “Play a little with me.”
“No,” I say, brows knitting against the sharp, burning ache that’s a constant now. “I want everything you give me, Ethan. Pain and pleasure.”
My free hand’s fingers dig into his shoulder as I anchor myself and sink down onto his full length in one jerking motion. I throw my head back, my eyes fluttering closed on the impossible fullness he gives me.
He’s so big and thick that I’m skewered on him like a piece of meat. It hurts like hell, but God, there’s a sweet sliver of pleasure riding right behind it. Sweat beads over my feverish flesh.
“Fuck, baby,” he whispers against my breastbone, his voice strained. “You feel so good, Annika. So tight and wet and hot for me.”
“And yet, you sound unhappy, Dr. Cross,” I say, wriggling a bit. But he’s lodged too deep, too far inside to give me even a moment’s relief. To let me escape. Not that I want to. If the storm outside swallowed the world tonight and trapped me with him forever, I wouldn’t mind one bit.
“Because you’re crazy, Annika.”
I laugh and kiss him. And while our mouths are connected, I lift slowly, roll my ass, and pump down again. The friction is… so good that I let out a keening cry.
Dr. Cross’s arms snake up from my hips to my back, until I’m stretched out against him from head to where we are connected. “Do it faster, Ani baby. Use my cock to get yourself off again.”
I shake my head even as I follow his command. With every downward thrust, he reaches deeper and deeper into me, hitting that spot again. Reaching my heart and claiming that too. “I don’t know if I can anymore.”
“Yes, you can.” He reaches between us. “If you come again, then I can feel you fall apart around me. Don’t you want me to know how your pretty little pussy will clench me? Then I can finally fuck you the way I need to. The way I’ve been wanting to since you stared at me with those big eyes in the waiting room.”
“Yeah?” His words stoke fresh fire into my nerves. The idea of this impossibly refined, self-controlled man losing himself in me makes pleasure glitter past the discomfort. “You’ll use me rough and fast?”
“I’ll fuck your brains out,” he says, sweat beading his forehead. “It has been so long for me, Ani. So long since I’ve made love to a woman like this, since I’ve wanted to own everything about a woman. If ever.” His eyes make promises that defy the world itself, and I want to believe it all so badly. “And all this while, you’ve been here in the same world, walking around, made to be ruined by me. Now that I have found you…”
I bounce up and down on his cock, my breasts heaving. It’s deep and fast like this. But it’s the visceral emotion in his words that pushes me over the edge.
The moment I explode, Dr. Cross rolls me onto my back and then he’s pounding into me, just as he promised. Still reeling from my orgasm, my eyes are unfocused and he’s only a blurry shape, made of warm limbs and hard muscles.
I suck in a sharp breath as he pushes my knee into my chest and hits at a deeper angle. The sounds our bodies make together are filthy.
“Eyes on me, Annika. See who’s doing this to you.”
I throw my hands over my head on the bed, like I’m drawing a snow angel. When I focus on him—hair clinging to his sweaty temples, nostrils flaring, breaths straining and those pale gray orbs nearly swallowed by the black—my pussy, battered and sensitive as it already is, pulses with fresh need. More arousal seeps out of me, drenching him.
“Ethan,” I whine, reaching for his clenched shoulders.
“My greedy baby girl wants to come again, yeah?” His knowing smirk is the most wonderful thing I’ve ever seen, and I hold it close to my heart.
I nod.
“Touch yourself. Because I can’t stop pounding into you, Ani. Get yourself there with me.”
Biting my lower lip, I sneak my hand between our bodies. But instead of staying at my clit, I go lower, touching the root of him as he slams into me, over and over.
Dr. Cross grunts and quickens his speed, if that’s possible. “I can’t wait for you, sweetheart. Stop playing and meet me, fast.”
“Can’t help it,” I say, grinning like a delirious fool. “I’m a slut for you, Dr. Cross.”
He grins and finds my mouth. “Yeah, is this cunt all needy for me?”
“Only for you,” I say, scraping my nails over his hard abdomen.
“You want to hear what I want?”
“Yes, please.”
“I want your pussy all swollen and red in the morning, Ani. All used up by me, by our endless orgasms, sweetheart.”
The possessive glint in his eyes is my undoing. “I want that too.”
“Then rub yourself hard. Come with me.” He swivels his hips in tune with his words and hits that spot that makes my eyes roll back. “And if you’re a good girl now, I’ll fuck you again in the shower.”
The promise of another round before this one’s over is all it takes to drag me to the edge again. I rub my clit with the heel of my palm roughly and my orgasm thrashes me around like the storm did to the trees.
“Oh, I can feel you milking me now, Ani, for every drop I give you.”
I wrap my leg around his back, squeezing closer. “All of you, Ethan. Mine. It’s all mine,” I whisper the words into his damp neck.
With a few rough thrusts that pin my hips down brutally into the bed, Dr. Cross comes with a hoarse cry.
The weight of his body as he falls on me for just a second is crushing. I feel like there will never be enough air for me again because he’s stealing it right out of me. He has been doing it from the moment our eyes met.
He always will.
And I know, with a blinding flash of clarity, that it’s too late.
I’ve already fallen in love with Dr. Cross. Too deep and too fast and with my full soul, as only I could. Tears roll down my temple.
He lifts his head from between my breasts and kisses the corner of one eye. “No, Ani. No more tears. I can’t bear it.”
On and on, he presses kisses to my cheeks, my brow, my closed eyes. Whispering what a good girl I am for coming like that for him, how he’ll drown me in so much pleasure that I won’t remember my own name.
I don’t tell him that what he’s promising isn’t possible. For once, I own who I am, flaws and warts and all.
I’m Annika Rao and I’m alive, lucky, and crazy enough to fall in love at first sight with the most wonderful man in the world.