Chapter 27
COLLINS
“What do you need?” I open my mouth to deny him, but he tsks. “Lying will get you nowhere with me, Collins. We both know you can’t function when you’re like this. You’ll end up killing a patient. Tell me what you need. Let me take care of you.”
My knees buckle and I hold on to him for support. Take care of me. No one has fulfilled my desire—no one until Hayes.
He sees the darkness and lets it consume him. Then, he asks for more.
“I want to taste you,” I murmur, cheeks burning. Being forward is one thing, it’s another when I have to ask for his cock in my mouth. My eyes drop to his crotch and the growing erection.
Hayes looks confused. “Want?”
“Need,” I clarify. “I need to taste you.”
He stills, just enough that his hesitancy breaks the fog of lust and I step back.
He doesn’t let me go far. “If it’s not alright—”
“No, wait.” He rolls his lips, brushing my hair off my collarbone and tucks a strand behind my ear. “I’ve never allowed that before.”
Tilting my head, I ask, “Never?”
“It’s a vulnerability, viper.” He says it like imparting a deep secret, and maybe he is. “One that I don’t mind having with you.”
My heart swells. His trust, his openness, his past hurt, all rush into my chest and I do the only thing I can think of to show him how much I appreciate this. How much I appreciate him.
Grabbing his jaw, I crash our lips together, tongues dancing between two hot, slick mouths. He moans into mine—or maybe it’s me. I’m not sure and I don’t care.
He tastes like dominance and power, of old coffee and smokey pine and I inhale, trying to take in more.
He slides off my white coat, tossing it on to the full autopsy table.
Pulling back, he smears our spit over my chin, marking me.
“We do this my way, Collins. I’m in control.
” He wraps my long strands around his fist and tugs me back.
“You follow my commands. You listen to my words. Can you do that?”
I nod enthusiastically. “Absolutely.”
His thumb traces the column of my throat.
“I’m going to fuck this throat until you’re sore, and begging for release.
Then I’m going to paint it white with my cum.
” He nuzzles my face, completely at odds with his dirty words.
My thighs clench and I whimper for more.
“You’ll have my taste on your tongue for the rest of the day. A reminder of who fucking owns you.”
He shoves me to my knees, holding my hair high. “Take me out.”
My body sizzles at the commanding tone. With shaking fingers, I grab his zipper, his cock springing out from the half down pants. I snort.
“Didn’t wear underwear today?”
“I rarely wear underwear. Now use your mouth for something productive.” He pushes my head forward, pain biting at my scalp.
It’s exactly what I need. The pain with the pleasure heightens everything, and I run my tongue over the head of his cock. He groans, dick jerking at the contact, and I smile. Those noises would make Da Vinci weep.
“Fuck, baby,” he mumbles, fingers flexing in my hair. I lick him again and he curses. “Don’t fucking tease me. Open that perfect mouth.”
Eagerly, I part my lips and he tsks. “Stick out your tongue.”
I obey and he slaps his cock against my tongue, the wet noises loud in the somber room. “Look at how good you listen to me,” he praises. “Such a dirty girl. I love this side of you.” He tilts my chin up, drool glistening on my chin.
“Dirty, tussled, fucking wrecked for me and waiting for my orders. A gorgeous filthy mess. I could get used to it.”
“Promise?” I tease.
“It’s a guarantee.”
Yanking my head back, his thumb pries open my mouth and my pussy flutters. “Open,” he growls.
I allow him to mold me anyway he wants. My mouth becomes his, my body melting to his touch. Everything heats, arousal thick in my gut and I ache. My pussy clenches, demanding more attention, but I hold back, letting him control this.
It’s for him, yes. But this is for me. To be used, to be depraved and loved regardless of it. No longer the perfect daughter, I’m a mess. And I love it.
Hovering over my face, Hayes spits into my mouth, and my knees tremble as my eyes widen.
Holy shit.
“Now suck, viper.”
My body convulses, lust and want ravaging me until I’m a mindless beast. Diving back down, I wrap my lips around his cock and suck. His girth is going to be a problem as I adjust to his size and relax my throat. But I like the discomfort.
He thrusts forward, tip hitting the back of my throat right away and I gag, recoiling.
Hayes groans, a smile on his lips that’s sinful to witness. “God, that’s a pretty fucking noise coming from you. I like knowing my cock chokes you out.” He tugs me away, a line of spit leaking from my mouth.
Growling, he bends forward, lapping at the salvia, a man starved. It’s the hottest fucking thing I’ve seen and I chase his tongue, lips and teeth meeting in a clash of dominance. My tongue roams his mouth, our mixed essences exploding along my tastebuds.
He rips away, biting his lip. “I’m not going to last if you keep teasing me.”
“I think you like being teased.”
Shoving me back to his groin is his response but I don’t mind. I eagerly open my mouth, panties soaked, and body primed. He would just have to breathe on my clit and I would shatter into pieces.
He’s no longer gentle as he fucks my mouth. He owns it—dominates it as his cock dives deep. I can’t catch a breath as his hips piston into me, thrusting so quickly, my nails dig into his exposed thighs. I have no choice but to hold on and my pussy weeps at the onslaught.
His free hand wraps around the front of my throat, limiting what little air I have.
“I can feel my dick in your throat.” He chuckles, voice strained.
“I can’t wait until I stain you from the inside out.
I’ll claim this throat, baby. I claimed your pussy.
I claimed your throat. Next, will be your heart. ”
Pushing my head down, he holds me against his cock, cutting off air. My pussy flutters and I moan. He could kill me right now, and the idea sends shock waves straight to my clit.
Jesus, I’m drenched.
He lets me off with a solid plop, face ruined, glasses skewed. He’s mesmerized, biting his bottom lip, eyes scanning my face as if I’m something unobtainable.
He throws me back on his cock, harder, and I moan around his length.
“Touch yourself,” he demands.
Sliding a hand down the front of my scrubs, I’m embarrassed at how wet I am. My fingers glide easily into my pussy, flesh inflamed and aching.
As soon as my fingers find my clit, I jolt, groaning against him. It’s a livewire, hot to the touch. His cock reacts to my moans, jerking into my mouth.
“C’mon, baby. Make yourself cum. Let me see you fall apart with my cock in your mouth. You know how much I love to watch.” Hayes directs, tugging my hair to set a steady rhythm.
I don’t need prodding. I’m silently begging to find my release as he fucks my throat, brutality barely controlled. Dipping two fingers inside of me, I pump, curling them as my mouth drools and sucks him down.
Once I rub my clit, my orgasm crashes into me violently and I scream with his dick filling my mouth, tears streaming down my face.
I’m completely swept away, uncaring that a dead body lies besides us, or that anyone could come into the morgue and witness us.
My body hums with exquisite pleasure as Hayes continues to thrust into me.
“That’s it, baby.” He’s close. “I’m going to coat this throat and claim what’s completely mine.
” I keep rubbing my clit, enjoying his filthy words, finding his possessiveness soothing a tainted part of my soul.
“You like that, don’t you? Me, taking you, keeping you forever. ” I nod, and he grunts deeply.
With only two more pumps, his seed floods my mouth, rushing to choke me.
He grabs my throat, growling his release. “Don’t you dare fucking swallow,” he demands, ripping away. Immediately, I miss his girth, and his warmth.
He pulls my hair, forcing me to look at him. Face flushed, forehead sweaty, he taps my chin. My fingers haven’t stopped moving inside my pants. “Show me.”
My mouth parts, his cum sitting on my tongue, musk flavor soaking in. He preens like I’ve handed him a diamond from the Crown Jewels.
“Such a good fucking slut,” he praises, and my body freezes, chest panting. I’m so close to another orgasm, his words pushing me higher. “Swallow.” I do so, greedily, but it doesn’t end the building ache between my thighs.
He sees it. Like every time, he knows what I need before I do.
He swipes the papers off the coroner’s desk, as he tosses me down kneeling before me.
Ripping my pants away, he holds my legs wide, his eyes glued to my pussy.
Those deep blue eyes are black with hunger and I groan, fingers still playing.
“That’s it, Collins. Keep playing with yourself. ”
My head falls back, fingers moving quicker. With his view on me, I’m on stage again and my pleasure rockets higher. But it’s not enough. I need him.
“Hayes. Please. I need—”
“Are you asking for me?” He leans so close, I can feel his breath on my skin. “Are you begging for me?” His teeth rake along my inner thigh and I jolt.
Panting, I nod.
“Words. I want words.”
Consent. He wants consent. Because he’s never had it before.
God, that’s such a turn-on. I grow wetter, knowing I’m soaking the desk and he can see it.
“Please. Please touch me.”
His control breaks and he surges forward, tongue diving deep as I groan loudly.
He forces my fingers away, hands wrapping around my thighs to pull me close.
His lips soothe my aching, damp flesh, teeth scratching against my clit.
Everything builds quickly, body tight until I’m shouting his name like a prayer, riding his face as I orgasm loudly.
Falling back, he grabs my face, pressing our lips together. I taste my release on his tongue and he tastes his on mine, as if we’re meant to always have a piece of the other deep inside ourselves.
He pulls away and I freeze. My body hums from release but my heart stutters.
Holy shit.
This isn’t just a crush or post orgasmic high. This is more.
“Better?” he asks, and I find it difficult to breathe.
I don’t just like Hayes. Like is too simple—too easy for what I feel. I’m falling in love with him.
“Viper?” His brows lower. “If that wasn’t okay—”
“No, no,” I interrupt, grabbing his hand. “It was exactly what I needed,” I soothe.
Outside, I’m relaxed and calm. Inside, I’m a frenzied mess.
I’m falling in love with my fake fiancé.
“Good.” He stands, helping me off the desk, grabbing my discarded pants. His cock is already starting to make another appearance and I bite my lip.
“You have rounds to finish and I’d rather you not get kicked out because my dick game was too good to ignore.”
Rolling my eyes, I slap him, sliding the pants back on. “You’re horrible.
“But right.” He holds up my coat, letting me slide my arms into it while I try to fan the heat from my cheeks.
That’s a losing battle. I turn toward the door, mind elsewhere.
I should be worried about my medical career—I’ve been away for too long that someone is going to notice—but all I can think about is this part of my soul that yearns for Hayes.
Sex is one thing. But what I feel for Hayes goes deeper than that. A protectiveness, a need—the safety. He gave me back my air and with him, my mind is quiet.
Shit. I really am falling for him.
He stops me. “You good?”
My heart skips a beat. “I’m great.”
Except I’m not. Because this relationship has an expiration date, and I just fell in love with a man who won't feel the same when the Games end.