by Lauren Wood
“I’ve looked over the results of your tests and I believe that you have promise for an experimental procedure. I don’t know how you feel about acupuncture and reflexology, but I believe that is your best bet to get on the field by the weekend. I don’t see anything out of place in the scans. That at least gives me hope that you can come back from this fully healed and ready to storm the field next year. If I had my choice, I would have you stand out, but I don’t think the coach is going to be very happy with that prognosis.” Stephanie could barely sit still, squirming noticeably and trying her best to find someplace that was comfortable. She hungered for something more than a TV dinner and the meat that he was packing certainly would quench her appetite.
“I know that I’m going to regret saying this, but I forbid any kind of relationship between the two of you. I don’t care if it’s physical or otherwise. If I find out anything different, then you won’t be out there this weekend. There are going to be many scouts from various football teams in the NFL looking to size you up. If you’re not out there, then they will turn their attention to somebody else. I know for fact that there are at least four that are going to be here watching you specifically. I don’t want you to ruin it for a few minutes of pleasure. I’m sure that you have a lot of other women looking to take their place in your bed.” The coach had laid down the law and he was hoping that his words were going to be met with a favorable response.
Brock nodded. “I would never think of doing anything with your daughter. I don’t know why you would even think that I was that kind of guy. I will treat her like she is off limits.” He couldn’t take his eyes off her bosom, but he was doing it subtly to prevent the coach from seeing that he was interested in more than just a professional arrangement.
While Brock professed his innocence, Stephanie was incensed by her father’s controlling attitude. “I don’t know where you get off dictating my love life, but believe me I have no interest in this Neanderthal.”
“Although I can imagine what it would be like to be flung over his shoulder and dragged back to his cave. This guy is exactly what I’m looking for to shed some of my inhibitions.”
Stephanie’s father cleared his throat. “I have a lot of work to do. I suggest that you both work very hard to make sure that he’s on that field by the weekend. You only have a couple of days to work your magic, Stephanie.”
“Am I only interested because dad has declared him off limits? I have to admit that this is the kind of mountain that I would love to climb. He has all the attributes, except I don’t think that there’s much going on between the ears. I don’t even know why that matters to me. I haven’t been laid in almost six months. I need to get one out of the chamber and this guy has the makings of a great, one-night stand.”
CHAPTER 3
Stephanie stood and followed Brock from the room, taking in how his tight posterior looked in his jeans. She stood there quite intoxicated and didn’t even realize that he was stripping in front of her. When those jeans started to slide down over his bare ass, her eyes went wide. She looked at him like he was doing something that was naughty and unexpected.
“I’m sure that I don’t have anything that you haven’t seen before. I figure that it would be best to get undressed to show you what you are dealing with. I hope that you can help, but I’m not all that convinced that you can.” Brock had his back towards her and with an obvious glint of mischievousness, he turned and let her see the Full Monty. “We are both adults and we can conduct ourselves with a modicum of respect for one another, right?” Brock didn’t have to do anything. He could see from looking into her eyes that she was pretty much powerless and underneath his spell.
“Yes, of course. I’m sure that we can work something out.” Stephanie couldn’t take her eyes off of the prize. It was over 8 inches and had the thickness of a long-neck beer bottle.
“I know that he’s doing this on purpose. I also know that I can’t help looking at him like a dish. He’s what all men should strive to be like. He has a way of looking at me that makes me want to strip down and join him in my birthday suit.”
“Just tell me where you want me and that is exactly what you will get.” He was standing there in profile, unashamed, with his cock bobbing up and down like it had a mind of its own. He wanted her to look at it and was not disappointed by the obvious enchantment in her eyes. “What’s the matter? Cat got your tongue?”
Stephanie had to shake herself from wanting to jump him right there and right then. Instead, she got him to lie down on the table. The only thing that wasn’t laying down was the one object that she wanted to get her hands on.
She took out the necessary implements and was quite pleased by how his eyes seemed to show a bit of shock seeing how long those needles really were.
For 3 hours, she played with his knee, massaging it and using those needles along with pressure points to relieve him of some of the pain that he was in. She could feel the tenderness of his skin and she believed that maybe the pain that he was feeling was a phantom pain from a previous injury.
“I’m not saying that doesn’t feel good, but I would be remiss if I didn’t tell you how good.” He once again flexed that piece of pipe and let her see how aroused he was by having her hands on him. “I’m sure that you’ve seen this reaction before, doctor. It can’t be that uncommon for a male patient to get excited around somebody like you. I would never suggest that you do anything about my current condition. It would be wrong … so very wrong of us to do anything that your father is against.” His knee did feel pretty good, but he was sure that most of that was the pain swimming up current against a certain pleasurable release of endorphins.
Stephanie licked her lips. She was sure that it wouldn’t be long before she was sucking that nice, long object. Touching him and feeling those muscles had only made it that much more difficult to keep her hands, and the rest of her body, to herself.
“I want him: a perfect piece of forbidden fruit.”
In that moment, Stephanie had made her decision. She went over to the door and made sure that it was locked and the blinds drawn.
“Normally, I would think that you were doing that because you wanted to get busy with me.” He ran his hands over his short-cropped, dark hair and flashed her a smile that always made women want to drop their panties.
“I’m getting the feeling that you’re trying to seduce me, Brock. Where have your morals gone? My father asked you not to do anything with me and you promised that was the furthest thing from your mind. Was that all a lie, or am I that irresistible?”
Brock’s eyes met hers. “There is a small part of me that doesn’t want to ruin anything with your father. He is my coach, after all, but there is another, bigger part of me that has a mind of its own.” Brock could see that his condition wasn’t diminishing and that he would either have to convince her to give him some sort of relief or do it himself. His temperature had risen and he had a fever that was induced by the available, young woman that was standing right in front of him. He had nothing to hide and everything about him was now laid bare for her to see in vivid color. “I don’t know if I can be the one to cross that line, Stephanie. Believe me, it’s very hard, and I’m definitely using that as a euphemism.”
Stephanie used his reaction to determine the next course of treatment. The pain threshold of this man was amazing. He grimaced, but he had taken practically everything that she had dished out. She did notice that there was a certain quadrant on his knee that made him feel more than a little discomfort. She circled the spot with red ink and knew that she was going to have to concentrate her efforts right there.
“You’re not making it easier for me by lying there completely naked. I don’t know if I can remain professional for very much longer. With that being said, I do need to tell you that this injury is quite severe. I can, in theory, get you ready for the weekend, but after that you’ll have to continually take my treatment. When the season ends, we can move into a possible surgical solution. I�
�m not one that usually suggests such a thing, unless I feel that it’s absolutely necessary.”
“I’m watching my fingers as they creep up the inside of his leg and the way that his cock jerks from the feeling of me getting closer. He has such a magnificent steed and I feel like I need to saddle up and ride it all the way into the sunset.”
Brock shuddered. “I really don’t want to hear about any kind of surgery. Going under the knife is not an option.” He had seen too many that had gone underneath the knife for similar procedures that were never quite the same again. They barely had five years on their career before they hung up and retired from whatever athletic endeavor that they had decided to pursue. “I don’t want to be a second thought. I want to be that star that every kid wants to emulate.” Brock felt her fingers getting closer, until they were grazing his nuts. Her warm hands caused him to almost trip over his own tongue.
“I can’t let you leave here like this. It will be obvious to anybody that is looking that I was not exactly innocent. We need to take care of your problem.” Stephanie looked around for something and then she spied a sink with hand soap. She went over and squirted some into her hand. She walked back while rubbing it around, so that the greasy concoction had now coated her digits. “This is not my first time doing something like this. Let’s just say that there were too many young men that had eager hands. I had to do something, and believe me, I became quite proficient at giving them pleasure without having to lose my innocence.”
Stephanie watched the look on Brock’s face change from one of anticipation to one of pleasure. Wrapping her hand around him, she began to stroke him, feeling the length and watching the product of his arousal pouring form the top. It was a beautiful sight, and she was ready to continue pushing the envelope.
Brock pushed himself up onto his elbows, ensuring he could watch her work her magic. Stephanie knew he was wanting her to use her mouth, but that was going to wait.
“I’ve never had a girl do this to me before.” Stephanie could hear the breathiness in his words. “I can’t even begin to describe to you how much I want to shoot all over myself. Your hand will be dripping and I’m hoping that you’re going to suck it into your mouth.” Talking like this was not helping his condition. That vein along the back was pumping and his nuts had drawn up, so that he was vividly aware that this was the moment of truth.
Stephanie smirked at him. “I want you to slow things down, Brock. Show me that you have a bit more respect for me than blowing off after a few minutes. I don’t think that you are giving yourself enough credit. Hold back, and don’t let me ruin this moment by getting you there too soon. I’m not going to stop, and it’s going to be up to you to figure this out on your own.”
“I don’t know if I can do … AHHHH … what you’re asking of me, Stephanie. I’m afraid that I’m not going to be able to last for as long as you want me to. I didn’t think that there was going to be a payoff, but now that I see that you’re willing, I’m practically at the boiling point already.” His hips were coming up off the table and he could feel the way that her fingers were moving forward over the sensitive head and igniting a fire down below that was going to rage out of control. “I hope to god that nobody else comes in here anytime soon. Please. Please tell me that you will allow me to cum.”
“You better stop making that face, or it will freeze that way. If you really want me to get you off, then you need to do something for me.” Stephanie knew he would think she was asking for something in return, and she was delighted at the thought of surprising him. “Get your mind out of the gutter. I need to monitor your condition. I believe a house call is in order. I’m going to be stopping by with some equipment later tonight and I expect you to follow my orders to the letter.” Letting him know she meant business, she grabbed his balls and gave a squeeze—not enough to truly hurt him, but enough pain to make him understand that she was in control.
“Whatever you want … whatever you want and it’s all yours. By all means, come by later tonight and maybe I will have … oh my god … a glass of wine ready for you.” He was trying to be charismatic and charming, but it was hard when his cock was ballooning so that it looked like it was going to explode in her hands.
“I’m glad that you see things my way. I believe that you need a little time to cool off. I’m telling you that I don’t want you to do anything to ruin this moment. Lie there and breathe deeply, and let me please you until you can’t take it anymore.”
Stephanie could see that he wasn’t trying to rush things, but try or not, he was on the cusp of orgasm. One more stroke and it would have been over. But that wasn’t what she wanted; she wanted to prolong the act. It was too delicious, and something about having him in the palm of her hand made her feel a level of power that was like taking an aphrodisiac.
As her movement ceased, Brock released a frustrated breath. “I can’t believe that you would be this cruel. I hope that you’re not planning to leave me with a case of blue balls. Walking around with a perpetual hard on all day is not going to look very good in your father’s eyes. He might assume that I tried something with you. We don’t want him to think that; this team will be lost without me.” Brock was full of himself, but he knew what exactly he brought to the table. He’d had several colleges coming to him on bended knee, but Stephanie’s father was the one that convinced him that this was the place to be.
“Are you a man or mouse? Stay quiet, close your eyes and let it happen naturally. I want you to begin by flexing that internal muscle over and over again. Don’t stop. I think that you’ll be surprised by the results.”
“I’ve always wanted to try this and having him that close is the best way to feed on the orgasm that is simmering right there on the surface. His cock is flexing and I can tell that this is not going to take very long.”
Stephanie decided at the last minute to strike a match to the gasoline. She put her hands on his chest and tweaked his nipples, making him cry out.
“I’m cumming. I can’t believe I’m cumming like this. AHHHHHHH.” Brock opened his eyes and saw Stephanie smiling. The back of her hand was covered in his stuff. He continued to shoot what was left inside, until he was lying back with an air of contentment. He had to glance at the mess he made, but rather than looking at his work, he noticed that the door was wide open.
Stephanie was walking down the hallway with her doctor’s bag and a big smile on her face that she’d never experienced before.
CHAPTER 4
Stephanie had waited all day, but that house call was something that she could not walk away from. Offering that kind of personal attention was not something that she did on a regular basis. There were only a select few cases she had deemed necessary to provide that kind of service. It was usually with those that were suffering and needed her kind of pain management.
That was not the case with Brock. She could’ve easily waited for the next day, but for some reason, she was hell bent on seeing him again—and not necessarily in a professional manner.
“I know that he’s not my type. I’ve got this feeling if I go there tonight that I’m going to have something to confess to my priest. Why did it feel so good to be around him? What is it about this man that has me so tied up in knots that I have this desire to let my fingers do the walking?”
She had a light supper; she didn’t want to fill up in case Brock was going to surprise her with some kind of extravagance upon entering his home. She drove over there with her fingers drumming on the steering wheel. As she drove, she continually played over what had happened. She shook her head several times not quite believing that she had done such a thing.
“I can’t even see straight and I need to get him out of my system. One look in his direction and I knew he understood that I was a goner. I just couldn’t get enough and I can’t wait for him to fill me up. I’m going to give up and let this man throw me down on the mattress and ravage my body.”
Stephanie heard her phone ringing and touched the pad to answer. �
��You didn’t tell me what you found,” her father said. “You left before you gave me your findings. I need to know where I stand with Brock and if I have to even entertain the idea of not having him on the field this weekend. I know that this is not how you normally work, Steph, but I’m at my wit’s end. I don’t have anybody better than him, but I could probably muddle through without him if I have to. I just don’t think that it would be good for his career to be sidelined on one of the most important games of the season. I promised him that I would whip him into shape and turn him into the kind of player that every team would vie for.”
“I found some internal damage, but I believe that if he were to follow my directions to the letter, he might be able to finish out the season. After that, a regular routine of rehabilitation and a possible surgery might be what is needed. I’ll need more time to evaluate him. I’m on my way to him now to see to his recovery personally.”
Stephanie didn’t need to say that, but the truth was that she wanted him to know. Her tone was professional, but she knew that her father would question what her intentions truly were. And rightfully so—her intentions were anything but pure.
“Are you sure that it’s necessary that you have to go to his home at this time of night? I’m not sure that I’m particularly comfortable with you being with him. He has a reputation, and there have been stories going around that have made me pity those girls’ parents. I never want to be in that position and I never thought that I would be. You’ve never been interested in that muscular, meathead kind of man, but I see something between the two of you that I’m not happy with. Be careful, and don’t do anything that is going to ruin your life, young lady.”
Stephanie listened to her father and it gave her a moment of pause. She had brought protection, but she wasn’t sure she was going to use it. In the moment, you forget these things, and Brock already had a tendency to make her think one thing and do another.