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Open Mind: Kink Chronicles Book One

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by David, Luna


  “You’re so welcome. I’m glad the men met your needs.” He took a deep breath and decided in for a penny, in for a pound, and asked, “And how about you, Jameson? How do you feel about how it went?”

  He heard a startled gasp followed by an, “Oh, fuck,” and couldn’t help but smirk as he turned to the group in the exam room. All but Morgan had looks of surprise on their faces. “Looks as though my nurse has learned all about my evening visits and wanted to see what’s what. Morgan saw him when he arrived.”

  The audible groan from the hallway had everyone in the room chuckling. They turned as Jamie appeared in the doorway, his more than likely hard, weeping cock hidden behind his hands, his face cherry red. “I’m so sorry, Dr. Kincaid. I don’t… There’s no excuse. I’m—”

  Ronan’s gruff whisper broke into Jamie’s apology. “Come here, boy.”

  Jamie approached slowly, shamefaced and shaking. Ronan would have to fix that, but not until he got his visitors sorted out. When Jamie was standing directly in front of him, Ronan slowly lifted his hand, cupping Jamie’s cheek. “You’re going to wait for me in exam room two. Do you understand me? I’m going to get these guys sorted and on their way home. Don’t pull a disappearing act on me. Is that understood?”

  Jamie nodded, eyes wide as saucers. “Yes, Sir.” He turned to the group at large, his expression mournful. “I’m so sorry for intruding on your…um…scene. It was inexcusable.”

  Thankfully, everyone smiled at Jamie. Morgan even went so far as to say, “No worries. It was hot knowing you were there watching the whole time.”

  As if the thought just occurred to Jamie that at least two of them had known he was there the whole time, both hands came up to cover his muffled, “Ohmygod.”

  Ronan couldn’t help but glance down to the small, wet patch on Jamie’s scrub pants and the still-hard cock tenting them. Realizing what Ronan was looking at, both hands quickly moved down to cover himself again, and he practically ran from them toward the other room.

  Drew chuckled, eyes twinkling when he said, “Poor kid. Don’t be too rough on him.”

  Ronan smirked. “No, being rough on him isn’t on the agenda. At least not tonight.”

  Quinn snickered. “Oh boy. Okay, that’s my cue to leave.”

  Ronan chuckled and pulled Quinn in for a quick hug. He grabbed the rest of the clothes the boy had put on the table and handed them over. Quinn quickly got dressed with the help of Drew and Morgan, blushing all the while at the extra attention he was getting. Walking them toward the front waiting room, Ronan asked the Doms, “Guys, can you help make sure Quinn makes it to his car all right, and that he’s safe to drive after the scene?”

  Quinn shook his head. “I’m fine. I don’t need—”

  Drew’s voice was full of authority when he said, “It’s non-negotiable, boy,” as he ushered him to the front door.

  Harrison glanced between Drew, Morgan, and Quinn, smiling when he noticed as Ronan had, there was quite the heated connection forming between the Dom, the Switch, and the boy. Harrison looked at his watch. “Drew, Morgan, you got this? I’ve got a dinner date I don’t want to be late for.”

  Drew reached out to shake Harrison’s hand. “Yeah, we’ve got him. It was great to see you again, man. Don’t be a stranger.”

  Harrison gave a two-fingered wave and headed out on his own.

  Ronan closed the back door and took off his lab coat, tossing it on the counter and stalking toward exam room two. He didn’t stop to question his actions. He didn’t stop to calm himself down. He didn’t stop his forward momentum until he was standing in the doorway, breathing hard as he took in his scared little nurse. Jamie opened his mouth to apologize again, but Ronan guessed the heated look in his eyes and his heaving chest clued Jamie in to the fact that he didn’t want an apology.

  Reaching behind his back, Ronan grabbed the back of his scrub shirt and pulled it off. Jamie’s gasp and moan combo kicked Ronan’s heart into overdrive. He stalked across the room toward Jamie, grabbing him in his arms in a feverish kiss as he walked him back toward the wall.

  Jamie’s fingers sank into Ronan’s hair and tugged. When the boy’s back hit the wall, Ronan groaned as Jamie climbed him like a tree and held on for dear life. Ronan grabbed his ass and squeezed those gorgeous cheeks, pinning Jamie to the wall and rutting into him like a wild animal.

  Ronan pulled away to look into his eyes and heard his desperate groan at being separated. He kept Jamie pinned and watched as his glazed eyes focused as much as they could. His blown pupils, a testament to the boy’s need. Before Ronan could clash their lips back together, Jamie did it for him, and he was lost in the maelstrom of their burning desire.

  It wasn’t until that moment that Ronan realized how right he’d been earlier. Jamie was a firecracker, and he’d just lit a match.

  JAMIE

  When Jamie had decided to, once again, sneak into the office on one of Ronan’s early release days, he’d thought that maybe what he’d witnessed the last time had been a fluke…a one-time hookup that he’d just happened to stumble upon. Now…oh yeah, now, he knew Dr. Kink really meant Dr. Kink.

  Jamie was so lost in the lips and hands on him, he couldn’t think beyond how fucking good it felt. It was like he’d been edged while watching all those men. As he stood there, watching Ronan’s hands push and pull, tease and grab for all he was worth, Jamie had felt every touch as though he’d switched places with the guy on the table. He wanted that too. Every minute he stood there, watching Ronan tease the ever-loving hell out of the guy, a part of Jamie wanted to be in that guy’s place.

  Yet somehow, also not.

  The thought of being the voyeur, of getting to see all Ronan was doing—the lust and desire that crossed Ronan’s face, the desperation to be inside that guy—and, at the same time, imagining being the one who caused the look of urgent need in Ronan’s eyes, had every sensation doubling up on him, making him desperate.

  And being caught, was…hot? Hot and wrong and made him feel goddamn guilty but never once took away even an ounce of his desire for the doctor. Never once lessened the desire for what Ronan could do to someone—to Jamie.

  But being pushed up against a wall, Ronan’s lips on his, his hands finally grabbing and squeezing him, was more. It was almost too much. He wanted to stop, to breathe, but at the same time, never wanted it to end. He knew he should probably break it off. Ronan was his boss. Jamie just didn’t go around making out with the guy who employed him…paid him.

  Ronan moved his lips away from Jamie’s and began to trail them down his neck. Licking and biting every sensitive spot like a goddamn beacon was guiding him. Moans and groans filled the room. Jamie wasn’t sure if they were his or Ronan’s, but he loved every one of them. Each sound cranked his lust up another notch. He felt like he might explode.

  Who the fuck cares if the guy is my boss? He has some talented lips.

  Jamie pushed his hips forward, trying to get some friction on his cock.

  “Fuck, I need to be inside you.” Ronan squeezed harder, pulling Jamie closer. The friction he’d been craving was creating a maelstrom of sensations, tightening his balls and making him need more.

  “Yes! Fuck me. Please.” Reaching down, Jamie grabbed hold of Ronan’s hard length, gripping the head as much as he could with feverish want coursing through him.

  Ronan’s sucked on Jamie’s neck and then moaned. “I like to hear you beg me. Unwrap your legs and stand up, Jamie.” Ronan leaned back, pulling his mouth off Jamie’s skin, the heat his body created from being so close slowly seeping away. Jamie ignored the demand and kept trying to rut against Ronan, squeezing his cock.

  Pulling away wasn’t an option. Pulling away got him the opposite of what he wanted. He needed to have this man inside him, fucking him like he’d seen him do before.

  Opening his eyes, Jamie wrapped both hands around Ronan’s neck, staring into those gorgeous brown eyes as he said, “No, don’t move away.”

  “Tsk, tsk,
tsk, my naughty little nurse. You need to start listening, or you won’t get what you want. Now, stand.” The low commanding tone of Ronan’s voice set off a ricochet of tingles straight to Jamie’s balls. Jamie knew it was meant to be a command, for him to not ask questions. Not protest, just do. The problem wasn’t that he didn’t want to listen to that command. It was that he wanted to. This man was showing Jamie things about himself that shocked and confused him—maybe even scared him a little—but excited him in equal measure.

  Ronan released his hands from Jamie’s ass but did nothing else. He was leaving it up to Jamie to obey.

  Jamie obeyed.

  He released his legs from the grip they had on Ronan and stood. Thinking things were going to slow down or stop altogether, Jamie was shocked when Ronan pulled at the string that held up his scrubs, loosening them until they fell from Jamie’s hips, pooling around his feet. Then Ronan immediately dropped to his knees, pulling Jamie’s boxers down as he went, and sucked Jamie into the wet heat of his mouth.

  Jamie’s head hit the wall. His hands reached out and grabbed Ronan’s hair, needing the anchor, or he might float away from the pure bliss the suction caused. “Ohgodohgodohgod.”

  Holy fuck, that’s my boss on his knees sucking my cock.

  You’d think Jamie would be turned off by this idea, being the ever-responsible guy he was. But no, no it turned him on even fucking more.

  “Pleasepleasepleaseplease.” Jamie wasn’t sure what he was asking for, he just knew he needed more, wanted more.

  Then, just as quickly as it started, it stopped. Ronan stood shirtless, sexy, and goddamn imposing before he replied to Jamie’s rambling words with action. Ronan pulled Jamie away from the wall, moving him toward the table—an exam-room table, just like the one he’d seen the men fuck Quinn on. The memories of watching guy after sexy guy fuck and use Quinn, remembering how hard it had made him to see Ronan so hot and commanding—like he was right now—flashed through Jamie’s head.

  Jamie had just enough brainpower left to use his hands to break his fall against the table as his belly slammed the paper that ran its length, legs flush against the cold metal of the sides. Each texture and sensation adding to everything he was feeling.

  He was lying there, the most intimate part of him exposed, when he felt Ronan’s hands on his ass cheeks once again, pulling them apart. Jamie groaned in embarrassment, burying his face in his arms to hide from it all.

  Ronan’s voice, always deep and smooth, was rough and cracked with lust when he spoke. “Beg me, Jamie.” In that instant, he felt Ronan’s breath caress his hole, and he knew what he was to beg for.

  “Oh, god,” Jamie moaned.

  “No, no that’s not begging, my naughty little nurse.” Jamie felt the air Ronan purposefully blew between his cheeks again. The man was a fucking tease. Jamie squirmed, the action rubbed his dick against the cool metal of the table. It was like an assault on his senses. Heat on his ass and cold on his dick.

  “Please, Ronan.”

  Ronan licked up from his balls to the top of his ass. Jamie moaned loudly, the sound echoing off the walls of the room. “Keep begging, boy.”

  All Jamie could do was repeat over and over, “Please,” no other words coming to his mind. Ronan’s wet tongue licking around Jamie’s hole, and his rough hands pulling apart Jamie’s cheeks, made Jamie restless and turned on while still needing more.

  He tried to push back against that tongue, wanting it to fuck him but powerless to say the words. Ronan held tighter to Jamie, trying to stop him from moving, but Jamie’s body had a mind of its own and gave not one fuck what the doctor on his knees behind him wanted.

  He pushed back again, begging with his body when Ronan’s tongue left him moments before a sharp, painful slap landed on his right ass cheek. “Gah!” Jamie shouted.

  Then Ronan was standing over him, pushing Jamie firmly onto the exam table with his body. The heat of Ronan’s naked chest seared Jamie through his scrub top, making him want nothing more than to lose the shirt he was wearing and feel Ronan’s skin against his own.

  He felt Ronan’s hard cock pressing between his cheeks, his hot breath against his ear, and then the whispered words, “You have trouble listening, don’t you? I should teach you a lesson and not fuck you, but I need to be inside you too much right now for that.”

  Jamie nodded frantically as Ronan’s body disappeared from his again. Jamie tried to push up, wanting to grab the doctor before he moved away, wanting him to do what he’d just said. But he never got the chance before large hands were pushing him back down. “Stay right there, naughty boy. I’m not done.”

  Moments later, Jamie heard the sounds of the condom wrapper being opened and felt lubed fingers glide and tease around his hole. Ronan no longer seemed as calm as he’d been before. He was frantic and rough as his finger pushed into Jamie’s tight hole. The invasion wasn’t painful but unexpected.

  “Fuck, your hole is begging me to fuck it. Tell me you want my cock in here,” Ronan said as another finger quickly, but easily, made its way inside Jamie.

  “I…oh god…I want you inside me.”

  “Not listening again, Jamie.” Ronan continued the assault on Jamie’s hole, two fingers fucking into him, scissoring the tight muscle in preparation for the fucking he was hoping would come. Jamie couldn’t think of what he’d said wrong.

  “I don’t…please. I don’t know what to say. Ahhh…just fuck me!”

  Leaning over Jamie once again, Ronan’s fingers still pushing and pulling, he said, “Tell me you want my cock in your tight hole.”

  “Yes! I…I want your cock in my…my ti…tight hole.” Jamie felt the blush spread across his body.

  Jamie both heard and felt the moan that escaped Ronan at his words. Then his fingers were gone, and the blunt head of his cock was there, pushing just slightly against Jamie’s hole until the head popped inside the first ring of muscle.

  “I can’t wait to fuck you and make you beg me for more, my naughty little nurse.”

  Between the doctor’s words, his touches, and all the watching he’d already done, Jamie was about ready to explode all over the table. Jamie took one hand off the table, reached back to grab Ronan’s leg, and pulled him into him.

  “Oh, fuck.” He’d caught Ronan by such surprise that he’d managed to get that hard length halfway into his hole before Ronan stopped all forward movement. “You needy little cockslut,” he groaned before pushing even further inside Jamie.

  All Jamie could do was lay there and take it and beg for more. He pushed back against Ronan, wanting it harder, faster. He needed this man more than he’d needed any other in a long time. The slap of skin filled the room, and the harsh, heavy breathing from Ronan in his ear brought Jamie closer and closer to coming.

  Ronan leaned away, using one hand to push against Jamie’s back, holding him down as he angled his cock until Jamie shouted when it finally passed over his prostate. Over and over, Ronan hammered the spot until Jamie was shaking and sweating.

  “Beg me, boy,” Ronan grunted out between thrusts into Jamie. “Beg me to let you come.”

  “Oh, please! Please!”

  Before Jamie could get out another word, Ronan slammed into his prostate one more time making Jamie come, spurting all over the side of the table. Jamie felt like he was floating, and he was still trembling. It was like Jamie was both tethered to the moment, feeling Ronan slam his cock into his hole over and over, and floating free of his body with every touch of Ronan’s hand on his tingling, oversensitive skin.

  Then Ronan was gone, gently but quickly pulling out of Jamie before he was ready.

  “I need to see your face.”

  Ronan grabbed Jamie, pulling him up and spinning him around. This time it was to face Ronan. “Push your shoes off and step out of your pants.”

  Once Jamie finished that task, Ronan was pushing him back against the wall, his big hands grabbing at Jamie’s thighs as he lifted him up.

  “Wrap your legs ar
ound me.”

  Jamie obeyed, but his whole body felt light and weak from how hard he’d just come. That goddamn sexy accent had his dick twitching in a valiant effort to get hard again. As soon as he was wrapped tight around Ronan’s body, Ronan slammed his hard length inside Jamie’s hole. Jamie moaned from the sudden invasion. Too sensitive at the moment to handle the sensation but never wanting to be further away from the man than he was right then.

  Ronan fucked into him so goddamn deep, with short, quick thrusts. Jamie knew he’d be feeling it for a few days. That thought alone made him moan. It was like being marked by Ronan, and damn, Jamie wanted that.

  “Oh, please, yes.”

  As Ronan fucked him, he bit and kissed Jamie’s lips, forcing his tongue into his mouth like he’d forced his cock into Jamie’s hole. Jamie whimpered. His lips felt raw and swollen.

  Everything about this man was too much and not enough.

  Jamie could feel his cock twitching, trying to come to life even after being so drained. Ronan pushed and ground his cock into him, stretching his hole the way Jamie loved. The sounds he was making fueled Jamie even more, knowing that he was the one doing that to Ronan. Not Quinn or any other guy.

  Jamie wrapped his arms even tighter around him, raking his nails down Ronan’s back, needing to be closer.

  “Fuck me. Use me.”

  No sooner had the words slipped out of Jamie’s lips than Ronan pushed into him one last time, his body stuttering as he came hard. Jamie was disappointed he couldn’t feel the heat of Ronan’s come searing his insides.

  His doctor stayed wrapped around him, trying to catch his breath just as Jamie was doing the same. As sweaty as he was, and even with his discomfort growing as he stayed impaled on Ronan’s still-hard cock against the wall, he never wanted to move. Once they moved, questions would start, and who knew where the answers would come from. Jamie didn’t want reality to intrude on what could be one of the hottest nights he’d ever had.

 

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