13. Reed #2
Hearing that does something to me. My hand shoots down to my cock, hoping to relieve some of the pressure, only for Thalia to press her boot into my knuckle, trapping it on my thigh.
“No, you don’t,” she scolds with a delirious smile as a pretty pink blush paints over her chest. “If you’re going to touch yourself, I want to watch.”
Fuck. Me.
I pull back slightly, my lips glistening as desperation grips me. She’s driving me crazy. “Please, Thalia. I need—”
She drags me forward, silencing me as she shoves my face back into her.
She giggles at my narrowed eye stare, undulating her hips and using me as she pleases.
Meanwhile, I feel like I’m going to fucking explode if I don’t touch myself.
I have to keep reminding myself that she’s in control here and I’m just enjoying the ride.
I want to watch her fall apart almost as much as I want release.
It’s a battle, and one that I’m losing with every passing second.
Her pleasure comes first, and it’s becoming increasingly difficult to hold on to my resolve as I watch her pulse flutter, her eyes roll, and her folds slick against my mouth.
I’m banging against the mental bars of my mind, and I don’t know how much longer I can last.
I double down, sucking her clit and pressing my teeth to it as I watch her through my lashes. Her whole body coils tightly, her thighs locking and her head shooting back as she shatters with a sudden scream that I don’t allow to see the light of day.
My hand claps over her mouth and I shove her back forcefully onto the exam table, my mouth still on her as I let her ride out her climax. She’s writhing beneath me, her hands reaching out as if she needs purchase, but I’m not in the mental state to be a gentleman to her.
Not when I’m so desperate to mark her in any way I possibly can.
With one hand, I flick my slacks open before pulling my aching cock free. Pre-cum beads over the swollen head, and I use it to lube myself as I switch my grip over her delicate neck and squeeze.
Thalia’s eyes spring open, widening when she takes in the sight before her. She bites her thumbnail before a sultry smile tugs at her lips. “What’s wrong, Doctor? You seem tense…”
“I’m going to fucking cum,” I growl, that thin tether snapping inside of me. I stroke my cock with a fast, rough rhythm that I know will have me climaxing in a matter of seconds.
Thalia’s lips part in fascination as her chest rises with her deep breaths. She’s solely focused on me, and her attention makes my whole psyche snap into pieces. She’s unraveling me at the damn seams and I can’t stop it. Don’t want to.
I grip my shaft, the skin sliding tight against the swollen head. I can feel the pulse of my heart thrumming in my fingertips, a frantic rhythm that matches the desperation clawing at my gut.
“Don’t you dare close your eyes, Reed,” she commands, her voice hauntingly beautiful to my ears.
“I’m... I’m right there,” I rasp, my breath coming in jagged hitches.
She arches her back, her chest heaving, the pale skin of her breasts flushing a deep, petal pink. “Look at me. Look at how desperate you are. You’re a pathetic mess for me, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” I choke out. “God, yes.”
“A surgeon,” she mocks with a smile, her voice dripping with amusement. “The man with the steady hands. Now look at you, shaking for me.”
“You do this to me,” I growl, my hand speeding up, the friction creating a searing heat. “Only you.”
“I like knowing I can break you. I like knowing that under that white coat, you’re just a dog waiting for my command.”
“Tell me... tell me what I am,” I plead, my hips beginning to move in tandem with my hand.
“You’re my favorite toy, Reed. My obsessed pet.”
The words trigger something primal. I let out a guttural sound, my grip tightening. I don’t just stroke; I punish myself, my hand a blur of motion. The head of my cock is glistening, slick with a mixture of pre-cum and sweat, the scent of sex heavy and cloying in the sterile air of the clinic.
“Cum for me, Doctor. Show me just how badly you want it,” she orders.
Everything is melting together—the sounds of my ragged breathing, the tingling that’s beginning at the base of my spine, and the vision of Thalia spread before me. It’s too much.
“Faster,” she whispers, a predatory glint in her eyes as she watches the vein in my neck bulge. “I want to watch you fall apart for me.”
I lose it. The tension snaps like a dry branch. My hips jerk forward violently, my fingers digging into her neck—not enough to choke, just enough to claim her as mine for one fleeting second.
“Fuck!” I scream, the sound echoing off the white tiles and metal cabinets before she sloppily shoves her hand over my lips with a carefree giggle.
Thick, hot ropes of cum erupt from me, splashing over the mound of her sex in a claiming display.
I shudder, my entire body vibrating as the orgasm rips through me in violent, electric waves.
I don’t stop stroking, dragging the last few drops out with a desperate, rhythmic squeeze, my toes curling against the floor.
Thalia watches every drop, her tongue darting out to lick her lips. She looks like she just conquered a kingdom as her pussy drips with both of our juices.
“Good boy,” she purrs, her hand coming up to pat my cheek with condescending sweetness.
I collapse against her, my forehead resting on her collarbone, breathing in the intoxicating scent of musk and adrenaline. Her hand rubs up my back as she begins to hum a light tune in her throat.
“You’re a walking health code violation,” I finally muster the strength to speak.
She chuckles. “We’re a walking health code violation.”
I pull back slightly, grabbing her cheeks and smooshing her lips as I pin her with a stern stare. “And where have you been all day, Little Devil?”
She rolls her lips in, her brows rising. “Have you missed me?”
My eyes flicker to her lips as I begin to sober. “I have…”
Her mirth ebbs a little as the air thickens between us. For a brief moment, I see hesitation in her eyes. The fierce and bold woman I’ve come to know is reluctant about something.