Chapter 18
CHAPTER
EIGHTEEN
AUDREY
Just as the door to the on-call suite closes behind Stevie, I push the door handle down and slide in behind her. The puff of air that leaves her tells me that she’s exhausted and clearly not in the mood to be fighting over the room.
“I was here first…” Stevie murmurs as she turns to face me. I see the realization register that it’s me, and her tired features quickly transform into excitement —and maybe even some desire sprinkled in there.
I give her a soft smile back, locking my hands in front of me.
The thought of her has not left my mind over the past week of knowing she was the Domme from Sin’s—and the only woman I have ever been with.
This truly is the best case scenario… the possibility of getting to live out my dream of having her here with me, hopefully to experience even more with her.
“You were here first… I just—” My breath hitches as she steps closer to me. “Stevie…”
“I like my name on your lips, Princess.” I watch with rapt attention as she licks her lips in what seems to be slow motion. And all I want to do is trace my tongue where hers just was.
*I didn’t know if she wanted this—or me—but I know for certain she at least wants me right now.
Hell, I don’t even know if Bo wants anything outside of a little fun at a sex club, but I’m putting that thought aside for now. My eyes fall to the floor as I work up the courage to murmur, “Well, it could be on them a lot more if you wanted it to be.”
She lifts my chin up, forcing me to look her in the eyes. “I do.” She raises her brow, curious to see how I react to her wanting me, but I cool my features even if my stomach feels like it’s going to fall from my ass.
Fuck, I haven’t felt like this in years.
With her fingers still holding my chin, I whisper, “I’m off shift a little early…”
“What are you telling me, Audrey? You know you have to use your words with me.”
“I don’t know what I’m telling you… I don’t even know what I want from this. And I sure as hell don’t know what I’m thinking about doing all of this here. But I do know that I want you thou—”
My words are cut off as she smashes her lips to mine and immediately slips her tongue between my lips. She tastes as good as she did all those years ago.
Cherry.
Fuck, I’ve missed everything about her. Her cherry flavor reminds me of Bo tasting it on me after the last time Stevie and I kissed in the other on-call room.
Her hand slips behind my neck and grips the hair at my nape. My head falls back as her grip tightens, giving her my neck. She places kiss after kiss, nibbling and sucking her way down to the top of my scrub top. “Take this off, I need to see you.”
My hands grip the bottom of my top as she circles around me to lock the door and quickly strips from her top too.
I’m stuck staring at her body in awe, and when my eyes finally work their way up to her face, she’s wearing that all-knowing smirk.
“How do you look so good after being here for over a day?”
“I’ve showered and slept this shift, so I look better than normal.” She chuckles. “Plus, you nurses do all the hard work; we just get to catch the babies and take all the credit.”
“You know that’s not true.” I smile at her, still thankful that she sees all the hard work we put into births as well.
“Pants too, Princess.”
There’s the nickname again. “Princess?”
“You’re about to be my pillow princess. Now strip.”
She’s back on me, pressing her front into mine, as she grips both of my tits through my bralette, easily finding my puckered nipples.
Her fingers slip beneath it to peel it off of me too.
I’m holding the back of her head, encouraging her to keep going, as her free hand slides down my stomach and easily slides into my scrub pants below my underwear to cup my pussy.
With her teeth holding onto my nipple, she murmurs around it, “Pants off.” Instead of letting me take them off, she backs me up to the bed, and when my calves hit it, I fall to the mattress.
Lying back on my elbows, I drink her body in as she stands over me.
She’s stripped out of her pants but is still wearing her bikini-cut underwear. “Lift for me.”
I place my feet on the edge of the bed and lift my butt. She slides my pants and underwear down, tossing them down on the floor. I get a little self-conscious because I’ve been working all day. “Stevie, I haven’t showered since this morning…”
“I like my pussy seasoned.” That’s all she gives me before she’s spreading my legs by my knees and hitting the floor beside the bed. “Now lie back and enjoy.”
Her eyes are taking in all of me, and I can feel the heat of my blush crawling to my face from my chest. One of her hands lands on my stomach, and she places two fingers on each side of my labia, pulling back to free my clit from behind its protective hood. “There she is.”
She’s talking to my cunt—well, my clit—and that’s the end of me. My head flops back when her tongue dips into my vagina, pumping in and out a few times. She hums, and I swear to fuck, the noise goes straight to my cunt.
Probably because she’s face deep in said cunt.
I lift my head to watch as she licks all the way up my slit, and immediately finds my exposed bundle of nerves, sucking it between her lips. Her two fingers move to my entrance, but before pushing them in she pulls her face back and spits on them and my pussy. “Fuck, Stevie, you nasty bitch.”
Her eyes flick up to mine, and she smiles, turning her head to the side to nibble on my already sensitive clit. “Mmm, how’d you know I liked that one?”
She doesn’t give me a chance to answer before shoving her two fingers in me, immediately scissoring them apart, stretching me to her liking.
Pumping them in and out slowly, I lean up to see her inside of me just as she starts to work a third in.
With rapt attention, I soak up the view and the fullness she’s giving me. “Does the whore want another one?”
I moan and let my head fall between my shoulders from the degradation I have so deeply missed. “Yes, please, one more… Miss.” Her head snaps up, and for the briefest second, I wonder if she doesn’t want to be called that anymore, but the lust that’s in her eyes now says otherwise.
She spits on my cunt again, and I try to relax as much as I can to let her finger into me.
She works the third one in slowly beside her others, and when she latches her mouth back to my clit I see the fucking stars.
She’s only giving me enough, never too much to push me over the edge, and I can’t help but compare, or maybe compare is not the right word—rather, notice the similarities of how Bo and her eat me practically alive.
And as my brain floats off to Bo, all I can think of is him joining us.
I want Stevie to experience him and how that man can fuck like an absolute menace when he wants to.
I’m not sure if that’s what finally has me teetering on the edge of an orgasm, or if it’s Stevie and her way too talented mouth, but I’m about to be levitating from this bed if she doesn’t let up.
Then her mouth is gone as she looks around the room. She finds her scrub top on the floor with her free hand and pulls out a packet of lube we carry around for cervix checks.
“Perfect.” She tears it open with her teeth, coating the back of her knuckles and her thumb.
“Stevie…” Now, three or four fingers is a different story than a whole hand.
Her eyes find mine yet again. “Color?”
I wait a second and check in with myself, and I don’t think I’ve ever been more turned on. “Green.”
“So you’re going to stretch around my hand like a good little slut, right?” I whimper and give her a nod. She smacks my tit, commanding, “Words, Audrey.”
“Yes, Miss. Your whole fist please.”
She pumps her four fingers in and out of me, slowly picking up speed, and when I’m relaxed again, she starts to tease her thumb at the tip of her other fingers.
I watch as all five fingers enter me to the first knuckle, before she pulls back and does it again.
She repeats this until she gets to the second knuckle.
The stretch and burn is borderline painful, but I need more.
“More… Please.”
“Next time, your husband and I can double stuff the whore.” My shoulders finally fall to the bed as I moan at the thought of being so full with both of them.
Stevie works her hand in and out of me, while her other hand is focused on my clit. “Oh, you’re stretching around me beautifully,” she says. And it takes an embarrassingly short amount of time for my body to lock up as I come—hard.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck! Stevie!”
My chest is heaving, my vision still coming to, and my whole bottom half feels like it’s vibrating as she slowly pulls her hand from me.
A soft kiss lands on each of my inner thighs, and I smile down at her.
Stevie stands over me, still cupping my core, and her lips are back on mine, letting me taste myself on her.
Then when she lies beside me on the bed, I question, “What about you?”
“You already had your tongue in my cunt. I’ve been dying to taste you for the past two years.” And right on cue, her phone goes off, and she presses the answer button. “Stevie Reed.”
“There’s a midwife patient on her way up with possible leaking fluid, wanted to give you a heads up.”
“Thank you! I’ll be out there in a couple of minutes.” She presses the button to hang up and looks at me, ready to devour me yet again. “I’m not done with this pretty cunt.”
Sitting up, I shove her arm. “You’ve got to get back out there.”
“They’ll run the test they need on her when she comes in.” The devious smile of hers is almost enough for me to say fuck it and let her at it again.
Before I can chicken out, I ask the question that could change the course of my life and possibly my marriage as I know it. “Come to the house for dinner? We can tell Bo together…”
That smile reappears. “I’ll bring my balaclava with me.”
Fuck, I hope he’s not mad at me.
* Worship - Ari Abdul