by Lauren Wood
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.
But there was nothing her father could say that would make her change her course.
Chapter 5
As walked up to the palatial estate, she was in complete awe. Knocking on the door, it opened a crack, and she took that as her welcome. She pushed it with her hand and stepped into a foyer with a long, winding staircase going up to the second level. The place had been renovated down to the studs and had the look of someone that had more money than brains.
Through the intercom, she heard a voice that sounded like it was right there in the room with her. “I’m upstairs taking a shower. I’ll be down in a few minutes. You can certainly make yourself comfortable and pour yourself a drink. I’ve given the staff the night off. I believe that we need this time to get to know each other as doctor and patient.” Brock was smiling the entire time. “It wouldn’t be out of the question for you to come up here to join me. I’m just putting it out there. Raising the flag and seeing if you are ready to salute it.”
Stephanie stood there at the bottom of the stairs looking up, and before she knew it, her feet were taken the journey all the way up to the top. She followed the sound of water to an open door that had a billow of steam coming from within.
“I can’t stand this any longer. I want him to see the better part of me, but there’s also another part of him that I have yet to experience with my mouth or any other part of my body. I know what he feels like in my hand, but that is nothing compared to a more physical examination. I have this need to fall on my knees and to worship the man.”
Brock heard her coming and decided to showcase his many other attributes by standing like some kind of super hero in a movie.
Stephanie turned the corner and her hand literally went to her mouth with her eyes staring at the man, droplets of water dancing on his skin. She was stunned into silence and her knees almost buckled out from underneath her.
“I was hoping to get a sneak peek, but maybe I knew that this was going to happen all along. He was obviously daring me to across some sort of line. Now that I have, I don’t want to walk away.”
Brock walked over and took her hand and placed it on his chest. She stared at him and he felt a certain problem that had swelled to a mammoth proportion. If anything, he could swear that he had grown an extra inch, if that was possible. All the blood from the rest of his body had now accumulated in one spot and her eyes were directed right at it.
“Stephanie, I know that this is a game for two and I don’t think that I need to be a rocket scientist to see the signals on the play.” Brock lifted her into his arms and carried her clothed body into the master bedroom. He had already arranged several candles and a sprinkling of rose petals that would hopefully get her to see that he was not the kind of man that would take something like this lightly. “I didn’t think that this was a foregone conclusion, but I have always been somebody that is prepared for just about anything.” He easily lowered her onto the mattress and stood back so that he could inspect the merchandise. He heard the telltale clapping and the look of jubilant glee on her face had him ready to get down to business.
“I feel like there’s something that you should know. I’ve been burned in the past and I don’t want to experience that again in my lifetime. If you can’t promise me more than a good time, then you may as well tell me so that I am prepared. I just don’t want you to give me false hope for a future that’s not going to happen. I’m a big girl and I can handle what you’re going to say next.”
“I want him to say that he wants to be here with me forever and for all time, but that’s wishful thinking. I think that I have put him on the spot and I certainly didn’t want to put a gun to his head. He is going to have to answer this carefully, and hopefully he will do it truthfully.”
“I think the only thing I can promise you is that I’ve never met a woman like you before. You see through my false bravado. You’re not easily swayed by my muscles. I don’t know if this is anything long term, but I would like to think that I’m capable of something like that.” He climbed up on the bed and watched as she playfully moved up with her hands around her knees.
He smiled and used his masculine hands to pry her knees apart. The long skirt was hiding her lovely and long legs. He easily moved his hands up along her thighs and brought her skirt along for the ride. He saw the red panties and he felt like a bull ready to fight a matador. He pulled the frilly material to the side and blew warm air on her clit to make it dance to his tune.
“I don’t know if what you say is enough, but at least I can say that you are honest. You’re not just saying anything to get into my panties, although it probably wouldn’t have taken all that much. I appreciate that you can be open and not just tell me what I want to hear. My god, I thought sex was overrated, but I’m happy to report that I was mistaken.”
“I want more of what he has to offer. I want this to be a moment that I will always carry with me in my dreams. The way he licks my wet pussy and pulls at the lips with his teeth is making things stir down below that hasn’t happened in quite some time. I feel like I’m a firecracker ready to go off. It’s not going to take much of his manly persuasion to get me there.”
Brock worked his tongue in between her legs, splitting her down the middle and opening her up to an oral invasion. He had his fingers prying her open and the slick
lips called to him like he had no control over his own libido. He was losing his composure and soon he was devouring her like a man possessed. Her legs were quivering and he was aware that this meant that she was going to lose herself in the moment.
“I can’t believe that you’re doing that with your tongue. I never had … Yes … Oh fuck … that’s it … I’m going to cum … going to cum for you, Brock.” Stephanie flailed her arms and legs like a fish out of water. She thrashed and turned and was lucky that he was there to hold her down or she probably would have gone flying right off the bed.
Stephanie was just coming out of a post orgasmic trance when she flitted her eyes open to see the product of his lust dangling in front of her like bait. She grabbed it and pulled it into her mouth to taste the sweetness of his syrup leaking from the top. It was sticky and sweet and she wanted more—and knew exactly how to get it. She grabbed onto his ass cheeks and pulled him to her, making sure that not even a single inch was left uncontained by her hot and demanding mouth.
“I don’t know … if I can do this.” Brock had no choice. He pulled free and left her looking at him pouting for some kind of explanation. “Don’t get me wrong, that felt absolutely amazing, but I want to fuck you.” He had to be careful with this damaged knee, but he was able to balance with his legs being held up by his muscular thighs. He spread her open and looked at the inviting target, with the sheen of wetness as a bull’s eye. He pushed up against her, letting gravity and the suction within do most of the work. He planted his flag in one, long stroke that took both of their breath away.