Doctor Steamy

by Kristen Kelly

  “And you need a bed.” I coaxed her inside the room.

  “Sounds good to me,” she sang out before she bounced heavily on the king-sized bed. Resting on her elbows, she stared up at me with the biggest brightest smile. “Just to let you know, I’m not that drunk, so you can totally take advantage of me.”

  “Um, maybe later. I think a shower is in order first.” Before I could change my mind, I disappeared into the bathroom. I figured a cold shower might sober her up. Or maybe a long warm bubble bath would relax. Should I coax her to sleep it off? As long as I made sure she didn’t drown. Or I could order room service for black coffee.

  What are you saying? She wants you. You want her. Get busy with the horizontal mambo, jumbo already.

  “How about a soak?” I yelled. The bathroom was the size of my kitchen. I sniffed at the bottle of bubble bath on the edge of the large oval tub. “Fruity,” I said to myself. “She’ll like this.”

  “Steven. Oh, Steeeee-ven,” she sang out.

  “Yes, Cinderella.”

  “I’m just happy, happy tonight. This is how I get. You should know that about me. Besides, I think I only had... Three or maybe four drinks total. I switched to ginger-ale two hours ago.”

  I put down the bubble bath. She was probably right. Mattie was one of those people who was nearly always in an upbeat mood. I wasn’t used to people like her. Was it possible she wasn’t that inebriated after all?

  “Are you coming back or am I going to party without you? I wonder if they have batteries around here.”

  Batteries! Not on your life, woman.

  “Whoops.” As I entered the bedroom, I almost tripped over one of her heels.

  “Steven...” With a sheet only to her waist, she cupped her breasts. The desire in her eyes reflected my own. I watched her rub those perky nipples with her thumbs, blonde hair draping her bare shoulders. If there was anything sexier than a woman doing that in front of a man, I didn’t know what it was. My dick grew so hard, I was certain I’d explode. Right here. Right now. Without even touching her. I growled, then crawled across the bed. “Let me do that.” I took one in my mouth.

  “Mmmm. Take off your clothes.”

  “You got it.” My cock pulsed. I began to undress, first the shoes kicked off with the opposite foot, and then the cummerbund and pants. Naked, I slipped beside her beneath the sheet.

  “I thought I was going to have to start without you,” she said, sliding one hand beneath the covers until she found my cock. When I pushed inside her hand she rolled on top.

  “Oh no you don’t,” I growled. “This is a two-person game, love.” I dove under the sheets, tickling her so mercilessly until she pounded me on the back. Heaving and out of breath we stared into each other’s eyes. What was it about this woman? Why was I so alive when I was around her? The next thing I knew we were kissing. Soft. Wet. The most delicious thing I’d tasted all night. I wondered what else tasted this good.

  Trailing kisses from neck to navel, I settled between her legs, placing two dainty feet upon my shoulders.

  “Steven...Oh!”

  I grunted in response. Whatever it was she wanted to say to me, could wait. As my tongue dipped inside her sweet slippery center, she arched her back. I wasn’t the only one ready for this two-person game and she knew it.

  I threw the blankets off the bed so I could see the expression of torture in her beautiful features, hear the labored breath from her expanding lungs. I wanted all of her and then some. If I was honest with myself, I’d wanted it from the moment we’d met. Maybe love at first sight was a thing after all.

  “I need... ”

  “I know, Princess. Let me give it to you.”

  Cupping her buttocks, I lifted her off the bed, spreading her folds while I did so, my face trapped between her thighs. I licked and I bit while she made tiny mewing sounds. Lapping her sweet juices with my tongue. I was like a mad man, infused with a desire I’d never known with any other woman and I was determined to leave my mark. I didn’t plan on stopping until I found the sweet spot that would drive her insane. A place she’d beg to revisit every time we got together. I wanted her to crave me. Crave me like a junkie, rendering her incapable of ever looking at another man.

  “Steven. Oh. Oh!”

  Hot slippery fluids coated my tongue like spun sugar, her scent on my cheeks and chin.

  “Baby...” I was hard as freaking dynamite. The veins in my cock bulged almost painfully. It was a good thing I was on my knees because I couldn’t have taken the least bit of friction on my dick if my life depended upon it. Lasting was almost impossible.

  She fondled my head.

  I took a breath and groaned, then went right on kissing that sweet pussy. If I had my way, I’d fuck her right into the next century. I’d not expected how much restraint this would take. Apparently, it was a-hell-of-a-lot.

  I hesitated, catching my breath for a moment. We’d never done anything this erotic before ever. I’d been a little shy about suggesting it. After I was sure she was ready, a probed a finger in her back door. She tightened her buttocks. The more she squirmed the more I knew she loved it. Apparently my shyness was nothing compared to Mattie’s sex drive.

  As I peered between her thighs, I studied how she bit her bottom lip, her breath coming in short clipped spurts. “You okay?”

  “Uh huh.” A tiny drop of blood formed on the bottom of her lip. I managed to lick it up then kissed her with so much gusto I hadn’t the strength to control.

  “I need to be inside you, sweetheart,” I said after she exploded. “Now.”

  “Okay.”

  I lifted, positioned myself at her entrance. My grip tightened on her hips as I buried myself in that sweet juicy pussy. The pussy I’d just been tasting.

  “Oh.” She started keening and then screamed. I pushed harder. Faster. Breaking into an unbearable rhythm.

  I lifted her legs. Buried myself deeper. Heard the inhale of breath. Her hands fisted in the sheets by my head.

  I gave her all I had, pummeling my swollen cock deep inside.

  Mine. Mine. Mine.

  I’D NO IDEA WHAT TIME it was when I woke, but it was dark inside the hotel room. Adjusting my eyes to the dimness, I scanned for my travel clock I’d thought I’d set by the bed. Couldn’t find it. I got out of bed, and padded to the bathroom.

  I flicked on the light switch. Cracking the door enough to throw a shadow of light across the floor, I found my pants with my watch in the pocket. “Huh, only six a.m,” I whispered into the dark. I glanced toward the bed, noting how angelic Mattie looked. Her features devoid of any movement. She looked about fifteen. The picture of innocence. Complete opposite of the firey sex kitten who’d devoured my cock like a champ.

  My stomach growled. Chuckling, I threw on my clothes, grabbed the keycard and scooted down to the breakfast bar.

  Fifteen minutes later, I let myself back inside the room. “Oh. I hope I didn’t wake you,” I said, seeing Mattie sitting up in bed. Her beautiful blonde hair was all tangled in knots, her eyes sleep-filled.

  “I was awake the minute you left. It’s cold without you, Steven.”

  “Guess I’ll have to warm you up.”

  “Please.” She patted the space beside her. “But food first. Mmmm, coffee. What’s in the bag?”

  “Two raspberry danish.”

  “Yum.”

  I placed the cardboard carrier with two coffees and the bag on a nearby table.

  When she bounded toward it, I caught her in my arms. “Better yet, Fuck breakfast,” I growled. “Let’s have an appetizer first.”

  “No way, I’m starved,” she protested.

  “You sure?” I tickled her under the armpits sending her into giggles.

  “Not fair. Not fair. I don’t have anything on!”

  “Your point is...” I said, barely relenting.

  “And I have to pee. Stop, stop, stop.”

  Not wishing for an embarrassing situation, I let her go. She pushed past me towar
d the bathroom. When she emerged a few minutes later, I had an outstretched blanket waiting for her. She stepped right in.

  “Oooh, so cold in the mornings and you gave me shivers from your tickles but this is nice. Thank you, Steven.”

  I wrapped the two ends around her naked body and kissed her on the back of her neck. “Sorry. Sit down and eat. Meanwhile, I’ll draw you a bath in that marble tub. Hell it’s big enough for two people. I saw bubbles in there too.”

  “Sounds awesome.”

  A few minutes later, we were seated across from each other while we ate.

  “These are great,” Mattie said. “Not my usual breakfast but still good.”

  The berries coated my tongue with tart sweetness, the pastry flaky and light. “You’re right. These are good.” I shoved the last bit of danish in my mouth. “Almost got us sausage and egg biscuits too, but I didn’t think you could eat the sausage.”

  A puzzled expression crossed her face. “Why?”

  “Your religion limits certain foods. Correct?”

  “Sometimes.”

  “Have to admit, I don’t know a lot about Judaism.”

  “That’s okay, Steven. You don’t have to.”

  “So what was it like growing up?”

  She shrugged. “Was okay. I always wanted a Christmas tree though. I used to sneak into the Catholic church just to see what all the fuss was about. Once I even got that little round disc on my tongue. Tasted awful.”

  I laughed. “You pretended to be Catholic.”

  “Yup.”

  “Hilarious.”

  “My uncles didn’t think so when they found out.”

  I took a big bite of danish and the jam oozed out. I caught it on my finger. When I stuck my tongue out to lick it off my finger, her eyes went dark watching me. She blinked. “So anyway, being a Jewish kid wasn’t any different than any other kid. Minus the Christmas hype that is.”

  “Did your mother ever catch you?”

  “Catch me?”

  “Sneaking into the church.”

  “Oh. No. My dad suspected, but he never said anything.”

  “How do you know he knew?”

  “Because he bought me a snow-globe with a lovely white church inside of it.”

  “Your dad sounds great.”

  “He was. He died a few years ago.”

  “Oh. I’m so sorry.”

  “So am I.” She dabbed her mouth with a napkin. “And you? I don’t know anything about your childhood, Steven.”

  “My father traveled a lot on business and my mother...Let’s just say she wasn’t there. If it weren’t for my grandmother, I would have been very lonely.”

  “No siblings?”

  “Nope.”

  “Cousins?”

  “Not close.”

  “Sounds sad.”

  I shrugged. “I didn’t know anything else.”

  “So my huge rambunctious family is sort of a shocker to you, then.”

  “Not a shocker. Just...different than what I’m used to. Maybe they’re just what I need though. I better make sure that tub doesn’t overflow.” I wiped my mouth and threw down the napkin. She followed me into the bathroom.

  “Holy crap,” Mattie exclaimed. “That thing is huge. I could fit three of my brothers in that thing.”

  I turned to look at her. “I should hope you don’t bathe with your brothers.”

  “Of course not, silly, although I could use a hot doctor as a bath companion.” Dropping the blanket, she stepped into the tub and sweet Mary, you’d think my dick would have been sated from the previous night’s activities. It wasn’t. He tried to stand up and waved actually.

  Taking off my shoes quickly as I could while upright, the socks came next, then trousers and finally my shirt. When I was naked, Mattie swam to the side of the tub. “Don’t get in,” she instructed. “Sit right there.” Already hard as forged steel, my cock pointed north while I sat on the side of the tub. “Now what are you going to do to me?” I asked, unable to hide the grin on my face. “Cuz I’m starting to feel like a sex toy here.”

  “Good,” she said with a laugh. “Now place your feet in the water.”

  The marble of the tub was cool against my skin. Obeying her every word, I swiveled my butt around, dipping my toes inside the hot bath.

  Reaching for my cock, she stroked it a few times. “And this is what I plan on doing to you, doctor.” Her tongue, the color of pink sea shells, shot forward. It swiped the head of my throbbing cock. I hissed sharply through my teeth.

  “And this.” I felt devoured and alive. Especially when she concentrated on the tip of my cock. It felt sensitive there. Sensitive but good. I took a deep breath. Then another. And another. Praying I wouldn’t come all over her face.

  “Mattie...” I groaned. I ran my fingers through her hair.

  “Yeah?”

  “I’m close, baby.” She took more inside her mouth. My balls plumped up. My arousal peaked. Out of the corner of my eye, I viewed her left hand drift down into the water. The muscles in her left shoulder rose and spread. Her rhythm picked up along with a muffled keening that could only mean one thing. She was making herself come at the same exact moment. So freaking sexy I couldn’t take it another second without blessed release. Where had this woman been all my life? Where had I been? Did it matter? “God yeah,” I groaned, the sensation taking over my brain.

  Tilting her head, she looked at me. “Let me know if I’m doing it right.”

  “Not sure there’s a wrong...ah fuck!” She’d started again. Pulling. Stretching. Taking me to new heights. Within minutes I was creaming that beautiful blonde hair. I should have been embarrassed. I should have apologized but I didn’t. A badge of courage. That’s what this was. And a sexy one to boot. I felt incredible and what man would apologize for that? Also unimaginable fulfillment and joy.

  I dipped a hand in the water, swiped the mess from her lovely face. “Sorry, sweetheart.”

  Ok, so I apologized.

  She dipped below the water, rinsing herself off. “All clean,” she announced rising. “Now we’re even.”

  “Even?” I asked, lowering myself into the tub. Warm lovely bubbles surrounded me.

  “For last night. I’ve never had multiple orgasms with any other man in my life, Steven. You were...amazing.”

  I grinned from ear to ear. I’d never given a women multiples before.

  “You scratch my back. I scratch yours,” I said with a laugh.

  I WAS DETERMINED TO drop Mattie off at her home address, but I had a feeling she had other ideas in her pretty little head.

  “Got everything?” I asked setting both our overnight bags down so I could open the hotel room door.

  “Yup.”

  I took a last look around the room then let the door close behind us. “You do realize I’ve never been to your new apartment,” I said as we headed down the hall. “You’ll have to give me directions.”

  “Oh um...”

  “And I already checked us out so we don’t have to stop at the desk.”

  “Okay.” She sounded unsure. Why the hell didn’t she want me seeing her new apartment?

  The expressway? Or is there another way you want to go?” Mattie held the door open and we both crossed over the threshold. A valet was waiting for us. He got out and opened the door.

  “You know what, Steven, I can get the bus. It will be simpler. All you need to do is drop me off there. I think the one closest is over on...”

  “What? No, no. I’m driving you and that’s that.” First picking her up at the damn library and now this. Why on earth didn’t she want me to know where she lived? It couldn’t possibly be a dump. She’d told me she had money and plenty of it. “Just key it into my GPS Mattie. Here...” I handed her my phone.

  “But...”

  “Do it!” I couldn’t hide the annoyance from my voice and she blanched all of a sudden. I couldn’t help it. We’d been dating for two months now, knew most everything about each other. Ex
cept for this. I was determined to find out what she was hiding once and for all.

  “Okay,” she said, sounding a little stunned. Taking my phone, she keyed in the address. “I just...I want you to know, Steven, that I’m not seeing anyone else.”

  “I know that,” I said calmly.

  “Oh. Okay.”

  I felt like an ass. What had gotten into me? “I’m sorry,” I shouted.

  “It’s alright.” She slunk down in the seat, that beautiful smile of hers gone. Just gone.

  We drove the whole way in silence, the only sound a woman’s honeyed voice in the GPS.

  When we arrived at to the apartment building, a tall brownstone with wrought iron railings and flowers in terracotta pots on the stairs, someone peaked out from the curtains at us. “Well this is nice,” I said at first. “I don’t know what you were worried about...”

  “I know.” Appearing flustered all of a sudden, she kissed me quickly and said, “I had a great time, Steven.”

  “Me too.” When she tried to get out of the car, I snatched her hand. “Mattie, I’m sorry. I over-reacted and it was stupid of me.”

  She wasn’t smiling. In fact, she looked scared to death for some odd reason. “It’s ok. You’re not the first man who doesn’t understand why I take the bus.”

  First man?

  “It’s okay, really,” she continued. “Hey you wanna do brunch tomorrow? They’re having a...Oh, you’re working aren’t you?”

  “Yup. Sorry.”

  “That’s okay.”

  “I’ll call you later and we’ll set something up.”

  As she opened the door to get out, I stopped breathing for a second. I gaped at who was coming down the stairs. Mattie’s face turned all shades of red. “Oh.”

  “Oh,” she echoed. “Steven, I can explain.”

  Our gazes landed on the man on her front steps.

  Kyle. The bastard.

  “Oh,” I repeated, stupidly.

  “He’s my roommate, Steven, but it’s temporary. He’s in between apartments right now.”

  “I see.” My teeth ground into my jaw. I didn’t see. Not really, but I was trying hard as freaking hell to understand.