by Toni Aleo
“The same voice that is telling you to drop to those knees and take me to the back of your throat.”
He could see the defiance in her eyes, but instead of voicing that, she said, “You’re lucky I want you in my mouth. That I’ve been thinking about it since I walked into your exam room.”
Her words reminded him of Kacey, but he ignored them and said, “That’s right. Now make me feel good, Doctor.”
Slowly, she dropped to her knees, kissing down his body before running her tongue down his engorged flesh. Licking around the top, she ran her tongue along the tip of him, catching his precome in her hot little mouth before sucking him quickly into the back of her throat. Coming onto his toes, he groaned loudly as she sucked him so hard, he thought the skin of his cock was gonna come off. But it felt so fucking good. Her nails bit into his ass, enhancing the pleasure as she worked his cock like a pro. She had the mouth of a porn star, and he was convinced she wasn’t working in the right field. She had that naughty doctor thing down, and that mouth was just corrupt.
“That’s right, baby. Suck me,” he groaned, his fingers tangling in her hair as he came up on his toes again, arching his back so that he went deeper down her hot throat. She didn’t even gag; she basically swallowed him while still sucking him to the point of him coming in record time. Blowing his load, he cried out, squeezing the back of her head as he thrust into her mouth. As she sucked him dry, he jerked and flinched, his whole body shaking as she licked his sensitive tip before kissing it softly. Opening his eyes, he let go of her as she stood slowly, running her tongue along her lips.
“Fuck, woman,” was the only thing he could say, and when she smiled, it was like she kicked him in the balls. Fuck, she was sexy.
“They don’t call me Dr. Hoover for nothing,” she said with a wink before putting her hand on the doorknob. His mouth curved as he gasped for breath. She wasn’t joking; her mouth could go toe-to-toe with a Hoover Vacuum. “Get dressed, go back to your bed. I’m gonna release you and then wait outside. I’ll pick you up.”
Meeting her gaze, he said, “Who said I’m coming home with you?”
Biting her lip, she let go of the door and came over to him, cupping his balls and causing him to jump. She squeezed him and he cried out but arched into her hand, his body breaking out in gooseflesh.
Holding his gaze, she said, “I did. Don’t make me wait.”
Nipping at his bottom lip, she squeezed him again before sauntering out of the room and leaving him breathless.
Well…then…he better get dressed.
Jordie: I’m fine. Leg is good.
Karson: Good. You going back home?
Jordie: Not yet. Tomorrow.
Karson: Why don’t you go tonight? I don’t want you getting drunk and getting hurt again with that idiot Pierre.
Karson was probably right, and he had considered going home tonight, but he wasn’t entirely sure what was going to happen with Dr. Gallagher. One thing was for sure, Pierre was on Jordie’s shit list. He hadn’t heard from the asshole since last night. If Jordie’s friend were in town visiting and got hurt, he would check on him. But Jordie wasn’t even a second thought, it seemed. Then again, what guy drugs his friend? Yeah, Pierre could suck his dick.
Jordie: Nah, I’m not going back there.
Karson: Okay? Get on a plane then.
Jordie: Gotta do something first.
Karson: What?
Jordie: The doctor and then I’ll go to the airport.
Karson: You have issues, dude.
Jordie: She’s hot and sucked me like a dream.
Karson: Why am I never shocked by what you say? Jesus, call me when you land.
Jordie: Will do.
Laughing, Jordie tucked his phone in his pocket and then leaned against the wall to wait. He didn’t have to wait long though. When a sleek black Jaguar with blacked-out windows pulled up and stopped, Jordie watched as the window rolled down a little bit.
He could see her looking at him through black sunglasses before she said, “Get in.”
He didn’t have to be told twice. Pushing off the wall, he limped toward the car and got in before looking over at her as she took off. She had changed, wearing a scrub top over the skirt she was wearing earlier. Her tights were gone, but he hoped the shoes weren’t. Her hair was down too, in curls along her shoulders. She looked beautiful and he wanted to tell her that, but before he could, she took a hard left, knocking him into the window.
“First things first, this is a one-time thing,” she said, not even looking at him as she sped along the highway.
“I’m pretty sure I’m supposed to say that,” he joked, but she didn’t laugh.
“I don’t want to be in a relationship with you, not even a little bit, but I want to fuck you, so we’re gonna do that.”
“Sounds good to me,” he said with a nod.
“And when we are done, you need to go back to wherever you came from.”
“No problem. Can you take me to the airport?”
“I never committed to getting you there.”
“Yeah, but I’ll commit to making you come if you do.”
She glanced at him and then nodded. “Fine, it’s better than you going back to Pierre’s house.”
With his brows pulled together, he asked, “How do you know about Pierre?”
Looking over at him, she shrugged. “The paramedics told me.”
“Why would they tell you that?” he asked, confused.
“Fine, I’m his sister,” she informed him, knocking the air out of him. She said it so nonchalantly, like it wasn’t a big fucking deal.
Racking his brain, it didn’t take long to remember her name. He had heard Pierre curse it many times. “Natasha?”
“The one and only,” she said with a smile, and still he didn’t see even a resemblance to Pierre. But then, he wouldn’t. They only shared the same dad, one who left her and her mom for Pierre and his mom. It was easy to say there wasn’t any good blood between the two siblings. Especially with the fact that Pierre’s dad had nothing to do with her, basically signed away his rights. It was messy and shitty, and she held a grudge like a motherfucker.
“Does he know you live here?”
“Yeah, and no, we are not talking.”
“Man, I know how to pick them,” he muttered and she laughed.
“He can’t know.”
“He won’t,” Jordie said with a shake of his head. “So no wonder you hate hockey players.”
“Exactly,” she said with a nod. “But despite your poor choice of an occupation, I still want to fuck you.”
Looking over at her, he asked himself if he should really do this. He knew the bad blood between the siblings, and fucking her might end his friendship with Pierre. But then, was there even a friendship between them? He didn’t trust the asshole, and it was obvious he didn’t give two shits about Jordie. So really, did he even have to think about it? She was the key to forgetting; he couldn’t pass her up.
“And despite knowing that you’re Pierre’s sister, I still want to fuck you.”
As her eyes darkened, Jordie decided that no one’s sister was safe around him.
Which was probably not something he should be proud of.
Running her naughty little tongue along her lips, she smiled. “Good, now I’m not wearing any panty hose or panties.”
Looking over at her, he smirked. “Is that right?”
“Yes,” she said, opening her legs and leaning back some in her seat. “Touch me.”
“You don’t have to ask me twice,” he said, leaning across the console and sliding his hand up her thigh. Pulling her scrub top to the side, thankful it was on the bigger end, he nibbled on her shoulder and neck as his hand traveled up her thigh. Her lips were fuzzy with hair and so damn wet that he groaned against her neck. As he bit her, she cried out while he slid his fingers inside her, his thumb pressing against her clit.
“Hurry,” he demanded. “I want you in my mouth and my cock
down your throat.”
“Make me come,” she demanded back, arching against his hand.
“No,” he groaned against her jaw, biting softly before sliding his fingers from her hot pussy to her clit. She was so fucking wet. Her arousal made him harder than a rock, and he was having a hard time catching his breath. She was so fucking hot, so naughty, and he was shaking from wanting to be inside her. Wanting to taste her.
But most all, he wanted to forget.
Ruthlessly, he flicked her taut nub, her cries of pleasure filling the car as he sucked and licked her neck and ear. When the car came to a stop, he pulled his face out from her neck to look around, still flicking her nub. They were in a driveway—hers, he figured as she shifted the car into park before pushing his hand away.
When she sent him a dark look, he couldn’t help but smile. She was cute when she was angry.
“The fact that I could drive here and not crash, I feel, says you that you need to work on your hand-eye coordination,” she said all smart-alecky. “I have no clue how you are successful in the NHL.”
She went to reach for the door handle, but he stopped her, taking her by her chin before bringing her gaze to his. “You’ll come when I want you to,” he said, his eyes locked with hers. “Not a second earlier or later. If I’d wanted you to come, you would have.”
“Your ego is disgusting.”
“But yet you still want to fuck me.”
“I don’t know about that. Maybe your leg is slowing you down?”
“Baby, nothing slows me down.”
“I have a hard time believing that,” she said, smacking his hand from her face and getting out of the car.
Feisty little thing.
Doing the same, at a slower pace, he shut the door as she looked over at him, challenging him with her eyes. Turning, she made her way to the door and he followed, ignoring his surroundings. This girl could kidnap him and he would have no clue how to get out of there. He blamed his stupidity on his sexual frustration. He wanted to fuck Natasha, and he wanted to do that now.
When they entered the house, he ignored everything as he slammed the door behind him. She then turned, pulling the scrub top off and throwing it on the floor, her eyes burning into his. The swells of her breasts peeked out of the top of her bra, her neck red due to the burn of his beard. By the time he was done with her, he wanted her whole body to be red from it. She unzipped her skirt and it fell to the floor where she stepped out of it before unhooking her bra and letting it hit the ground too. She was fully naked before him, except for her strappy black heels.
As they stared at each other, their chests both moving in the same rhythm, he licked his lips as his cock grew in his shorts. Limping toward her, he took her in his arms and dropped his mouth to hers. He pushed his tongue past her lips, their tongues playing as his hands roamed her body, squeezing her hips and then her ass as she pressed her wet center against his growing cock. Pulling back, he looked around and decided that he wasn’t going anywhere until her pussy was in his mouth and his cock was down her throat again.
“Here,” he muttered against her lips.
“Right here?”
“Yeah, now,” he said, parting from her before lowering himself to the ground. Looking down at him, she bent over and undid his pants as he threw his shirt up and off him. Helping her pull down his shorts and boxers over his brace, he brought her down onto him, his cock pressing against her stomach as they kissed in hot need. Squeezing her breast, he drove his tongue into her mouth, licking the roof of it before deepening the kiss even more. Pulling back then, he pushed her up and she gave him a sneaky little grin before she turned around, going up on her knees, hovering her hot pussy above his mouth.
Admiring her, he ran his fingers down her lips as she took his cock in her hand, running her tongue along him. Sucking in a deep breath, he took ahold of her ass and brought her down onto his mouth at the same time she took him to the back of her throat. As he flicked his tongue along her clit, she sucked him to the point of oblivion. His toes curled into the carpet as he tried to concentrate on making her come, but her mouth was fatal. Soon his hips arched up as he came hard in her mouth, his fingers biting into her hips as he sucked her clit in between his lips, trying to breathe. Crying out, she moved against his mouth as his fingers danced along her tight asshole. She must have not liked that because she sat up and started to ride his face. His hand held her hips as he fucked her with his tongue and his other hand.
But still, she didn’t come.
Pushing her off him, he got up slowly and spread her legs open before burying his face between them. She cried out, her back arching as he nibbled on her clit, his fingers inside her, fucking her. When he flicked his tongue quickly along her clit, she held on to her breasts, arching her back and screaming as she thrashed beneath him. And when she came, she came hard, squeezing her thighs around his head as she jerked beneath his mouth. Lifting his head, he looked down at her flushed body and shot her a grin, but it dropped when his phone started to ring.
It was Kacey.
She had set her ringtone to be the song that was playing when they fucked for the first time, “Nice and Slow” by Usher. She had been in the bathroom, the one that connected to her room, and he heard her listening to it and figured she was in the mood. She had made little remarks about fucking him the whole night. He hoped he wasn’t wrong, and when he opened the door, finding her naked, years of pent-up frustration and wanting for the girl had him fucking her hard against the sink. When he came, he told himself to leave, but then he took her against the wall, followed by a few more times in the bed. From there, he was hers.
But not anymore.
No, he had to get rid of these feelings.
Looking down at Natasha’s hot little body, her flushed skin, and her sneaky grin, he knew he was going to fuck her stupid. Reaching for his shorts, he got a condom and slid it down his cock before pushing her leg up and entering her in one fell swoop. She cried out, and fuck, she was tight, but he pushed through, his fingers biting into the back of her knee as he tried to pound his feelings out of himself.
But it wasn’t working.
Taking her breast in his hand, he squeezed as he pounded, his body slamming into hers. He wished he were worried about hurting her, but she was taking it and meeting him with each thrust. Natasha liked it rough and that should excite him, but he was beyond frustrated. Almost fucking furious because…he couldn’t get his feelings out. As he fucked her, all he felt was nothingness.
No. Wait.
He felt nothingness for Natasha, but he missed her.
He still missed Kacey.
When Jordie came with a guttural yell, he fell onto Natasha and nuzzled his face into her neck, closing his eyes tightly, and wishing he felt anything but the all-consuming love that he felt for Kacey. He didn’t want to love her, he didn’t even want to care, but no matter how hard he fucked Natasha, those feelings weren’t going anywhere.
And fuck, he fucking tried.
Again against the sofa, a couple times in her bed, and even against the kitchen table, but it wasn’t working. Nothing did. Even when she had him as far down her throat as she could, he looked at her and saw Kacey. Everything she did reminded him of Kacey. She cried out, and it sounded so much like Kacey. She’d shake her ass against his cock, and it killed him because that was how Kacey got him hard. And he swore at one time he even called her Kacey, but then he thought he hadn’t because she didn’t correct him, only rode him faster, squeezing him with her hot pussy.
She really was a great lay, and as he held her up with his hands, her pussy in his mouth while she braced herself against the wall behind the armchair, he couldn’t regret this. While he couldn’t seem to fuck his feelings away, he was enjoying fucking Natasha. Licking her lips and dipping his tongue deep inside her, he ate her like he’d never eaten another pussy a day in his life. Which after this, he wasn’t sure if he would.
He enjoyed sex, but why keep on if everything remind
ed him of her? What would he do, fuck anyone and everything until he stopped feeling for her? It was a good idea in theory, but he wasn’t sure if that was the way to go about it. He didn’t know what to do, but soon she started to move her pussy against his mouth, looking for her release, and he decided to wait until later.
Now, he would enjoy Natasha.
They hadn’t talked much, but really, what did they have to say? This was a one-time thing, and when he walked out that door, he’d never speak to her again. He had no need to. She was a great fuck, but he wanted nothing to do with her. The selfish part of him did want her to remember him though. So when she started to come, her body arching back, he lowered her down onto his cock and thrust up into her, which was not easy with a bulky brace on his leg. His right leg would be stronger after this for sure. Her breasts bounced up into his face as she caught his mouth with hers. He slowed his thrusts and she started to ride him in almost a sensual way, but he didn’t want that. He didn’t want sweet; he wanted hard and rough.
Pulling away from her mouth, he took her tit in his mouth and bit hard as he thrust up into her, her fingers pulling his hair hard, causing them both to cry out as they fucked. Pushing his hips up into the cushion of her pussy, he squeezed her tit as he continued to thrust into her, needing his release. Holding on to his shoulders, she then braced her feet on the arms of the chair and raised herself up, only the tip of him in her before she slammed down, taking his breath away. She was naughty as hell, and he fucking loved it.
Continuing the motion, he squeezed her tits in his hand, thrusting up as she came down until they both were trembling. When he came, he arched off the chair, ignoring the pain in his legs as her hot pussy milked his cock. As much as he wished he didn’t have a condom on, he was glad for obvious reasons. Getting someone pregnant when he loved another was a little ridiculous, but man, he would love to feel those pussy walls with nothing between them.