Chapter 28 #2
“The kind of thing that feels good.” He places a finger to my lips, pressing me to shut up. “Now, let’s eat up or I might eat something different instead.”
Sir, yes, sir.
“I was kind of thinking I could do the tasting.”
“Take me out, Doc. You’ve got needy written all over you.”
I tilt my head. “Me? Needy? Your legs are shaking, and I haven’t even put my mouth on you yet.”
The clubhouse at Makers is empty aside from us. Crew received verbal confirmation from Sergio that he left fifteen minutes ago, and my fears of being caught are diminishing.
That’s what led us here—the therapy room where Crew has his sessions with Dr. Laken. But we aren’t closed off in a sterile and cold room for just anything. No, it’s because we’re incapable of keeping our hands off each other and won’t make it home.
Which leads to my next task—Crew spread out like a lawn chair during summertime on the therapy table. Aching cock visible through his jeans.
“I might die if you don’t.” A deadly smirk lifts at his lips while his starved gaze travels down the length of my body. I’m in nothing special—just jeans and a blouse, but you’d never know.
Crew knows what I look like without the fabric and wants to see it.
“Let me see your tits, Doc. I’ve been a good boy.”
“You have…” I draw out, tapping my lips as if contemplating. “I’m undecided what I should do about that.”
“Great. I’ll answer it for you. Suck my cock.”
Laughing to myself, I reach for the button of his jeans and undo it carefully before yanking them down. “Lift your shirt, Crew. I need a pretty view to look at.”
He slides the material of his gray T-shirt up, revealing abs carved from steel. “Like this?” he asks, and I nod.
Bracing my palms on both sides of the platformed table, I lift myself up so that my knees straddle his legs. “Mmm. Who’s in control now?” I tease, loving how excited Crew gets to see me step into my power.
“At this point, I couldn’t care less who. I just need you to touch me.”
“Again, needy,” I mutter, leaning forward to touch his stomach. His skin is smooth, and his happy trail is neatly trimmed. So fucking sexy.
The bobbing of Crew’s cock strains freely, dying to be played with. I settle back on his knees with enough pressure not to hurt him and fist him close. My fingers wrap around his shaft, leaving Crew hissing in pleasure.
“Fuck, baby.”
“You like that?” I whisper, unable to look away from the working of my hand. Up and down with the closest grip I can manage, pride filling me when his eyes dilate and roll to the back of his head.
Good. Unravel.
“If only I were inside you…” he groans, bucking his hips as he searches for more pleasure.
I slide myself back and put my face directly in front of his waiting cock. One lick to his underside has him spinning. “Jesus Christ, Junie. Suck me.”
My tongue makes fluid strokes along his ridges, lapping up the pre-cum leaking from his tip. “Time to scream, Crew.” And I take him all the way, gagging as the tip hits the back of my throat, but I don’t stop. I wouldn’t dare interrupt his pleasure.
I bob my head up and down and fist the bottom of his length. Each time my mouth makes contact with my hand, Crew wails, profanity leaving his lips in the deepest pits of ecstasy. “That’s it, baby. Such a good fucking girl.”
I refuse to let up, the louder he gets, his hands gripping my hair and urging me farther down. I’m confident my throat is bruised by the brutality of his thrusts, something I love more than anything.
The taste of his cum in my mouth gives me a level of satisfaction I’ve never had with previous partners. Not like it is with Crew. He forces my head down farther, and the second I reach for his balls, massaging them gently, he unravels. Exploding into my mouth as I suck him dry for all he’s got.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Look at you. You’re sin. Too bad to be a doctor. Too fucking bad.”
My head lifts, and I hold out my tongue to show him the mess he made in my mouth. “Only bad for you, hotshot. Watch me swallow your cum.”
Crew stares in a trance, hypnotized by his branding on me. “I want to fuck you now,” he tells me, rising to stand and do just that.
I hold my hand out to stop him. “It’s already late, and I have work in the morning. But how about you taste me instead?”
That seemed to shut him up. “Lie down.”
I shake my head leisurely, ticking my lips in response. “Nuh uh. I was thinking like this.” I stand between his legs as they hang off the table, jeans still lying at his feet and softening cock between us. The moment my hand lifts, Crew knows what’s coming, following the path to my jeans.
“I’m soaked for you.” I unbutton them with one hand, slipping my fingers beneath my panties and swiping up my wetness. Crew’s Adam’s apple bobs at his throat, a hoarse groan resounding off the walls. “Having your cock in my mouth made me ache for it to be deep in my pussy instead.”
“Do I need to fuck you, Juniper?” He grits his teeth, biting back a damn near growl.
“Nope,” I quip. “But you can watch me taste myself.”
I pull my hand from my jeans and hold up two fingers coated in my cum. “See?” I whisper, reaching to swipe the side of his cheek and drag my forefinger to the edge of his lips.
Crew’s eyes turn dark, and right before he can turn and get the first taste, I lock my lips around my fingers, sucking myself clean. “God,” I moan. “My clit is throbbing. Everything aches.”
He’s done being patient. Done waiting on my cue to act and shoves his hand beneath my panties, plunging a thick finger inside of me.
“Holy shit,” I exhale, falling forward in pants. But Crew holds me up, as always, plunging in and out of my center while his thumb works on my clit.
“I love this cunt. I fucking love it,” he growls, bringing my body back to life. I won’t last long, already so turned on from sucking him off, I could combust on the spot.
“Oh my god. Crew. Yes. Don’t stop. Please.” My cries are desperate. Desperate to be closer and to feel him deeper inside of me.
The moment two fingers enter me and curl upward, I’m gone. My climax rolls out of me, and my cries can be heard across all of Makers Park. “I’m coming. I’m coming.”
“Yeah you are, baby. Fuck. You’re drenched.” He works me through my orgasm, praising me through the come down.
“I…that was…holy shit.”
“Yeah, you said that.” Crew chuckles all while pulling his fingers out and bringing them to his tongue. I can’t look away. Not when he erases any sign of my orgasm, sucking his fingers the same way I did mine.
“I didn’t plan for that,” I laugh breathlessly while Crew works on buttoning up my jeans, his following shortly after.
“Oh, I hoped for it.” He places a chaste kiss on my lips. “Sleepover at my place?” he asks, grinning like a schoolboy.
“Will there be more dessert?” I ask, only teasing.
“How about we stop by Boone on the way home and raid the kitchen?”
“Deal!” I squeal, grabbing my purse and leading us to the door.
“Hey, Juniper?” Crew calls out from behind me.
I spin to face him and smile. “Yeah?”
“I really do love you. You know that? No regrets about us.”
My heart warms, and I nod slowly. “No regrets.”