“Keep your filthy hands off her, you little troll!” Cole yelled. He threw Bruce across the room. He hit a table and crumpled to the ground.
Cole turned his attention to Sophie. She was shaking with shock and anger. He pulled her into his arms. “Are you okay?” Cole asked gently, running his hands up and down her back in a soothing motion. If Bruce had touched Sophie, he was going to kill him.
“Shaken, but fine,” she replied. Sophie glanced over Cole’s shoulder to Dr. Mapleton, who was still on the floor. “You better check him. He’s out cold.”
Cole walked over to Bruce and gave him quick exam. “He’ll live. I think he’s more drunk than injured, the bastard.” He walked back to Sophie and took her in his arms again. “What happened? What was Bruce saying to you?”
“He either knows or suspects we’re together,” Sophie said with a weary sigh. “Dr. Mapleton was coming on to me.”
Sophie looked up at Cole with wide eyes, “We can’t do this anymore.” she said forlornly to Cole. “We...”
“Shhh...” Cole held up his finger to her lips to silence her. He continued softly stroking her face. “We’ll talk about it later, Ok? For tonight, let’s just go home.”
Sophie nodded and allowed Cole to put his arm around her and lead her out of the room.
“What about him?” she nodded her head towards Dr. Mapleton, lying in an undignified heap on the floor, flask two feet away.
“He can stay on the floor with the rest of the dirt.”
Chapter Twelve
Cole drove Sophie to his house. The ride back in the dark, quiet streets of Seattle was silent. Sophie was absorbed in her thoughts. Everything was a mess. Her residency. Dr. Mapleton. Her relationship with Cole.
She turned to look at his profile in the dark interior of the Porsche. The dashboard lights illuminated his strong jaw and cheekbones. “How can I walk away from him?” Sophie wondered to herself.
“I can hear you thinking.” Cole reached over the parking brake and squeezed her knee. “We will talk. But not tonight. Tonight is just for us.” He grabbed her hand and brought it to his lips for a kiss on her open palm.
Sophie shivered. Cole made her feel so beautiful. She didn’t want to give him up, and tonight Sophie would pretend she didn’t have to. The outside world and all its pressures would still be there in the morning.
Once they were inside the house, Cole grabbed Sophie and pulled her close for a deep kiss, his mouth moving hungrily over hers. Sophie responded instantly, taking in as much of him as she could. His tongue delved deep into her mouth, laying claim, as his hands slid down Sophie’s back to cup the curve of her ass. Cole inserted a firm thigh between Sophie’s legs and she ground herself into it, trying to relieve the building pressure.
Cole broke the kiss and playfully slapped Sophie’s backside. “Why don’t you head upstairs and run a bath?” he said huskily. Cole nuzzled her neck, sending shivers of awareness down Sophie’s spine. “I’ll grab some refreshments and be right up.”
She smiled seductively at Cole and gave him a lingering kiss. “Don’t take too long,” Sophie said before heading upstairs.
Sophie filled Cole’s whirlpool tub with steamy hot water and turned on the jets. As it filled, she quickly shed her clothing before sinking into its warm depths. It felt amazing. The muscles in Sophie’s shoulders instantly relaxed and the tension of the day melted from her body.
A few minutes later, Cole appeared in the doorway. He was completely naked except for a pair of hand knit socks with a skull and crossbones on the cuff. Sophie took one look at him, and burst out laughing.
Cole raised an eyebrow at her and smiled. “What, you don’t find them sexy?” he asked.
Sophie wiped the tears of laughter from her eyes. “I don’t think this is what Ms. Briar had in mind when she knit those for you,” she replied.
“Oh, she didn’t imagine me doing this,” Cole said, setting down the champagne bottle and flutes he held so he could perform a seductive sock striptease. He hopped on one foot, pulled off a sock, and tossed it over his shoulder with a smoldering look. Sophie was beside herself with laughter.
Cole finished his dance with a smile. “Feeling better?” he asked.
“You seem to know how to lighten my mood,” Sophie replied with a grin. “Those socks are adorable.”
Now that Sophie had calmed down, she was able to fully appreciate the site before her. Sophie let her eyes trail slowly over Cole’s muscular arms, chiseled chest, and flat stomach to his cock. Feeling her eyes on him made Cole fully erect, his large manhood jutting out proudly, awaiting her touch. Sophie licked her lips. He looked good enough to eat.
“Better watch it with that tongue of yours,” Cole warned. “A few more looks like that and I won’t be able to take it slow.”
“Who said I wanted to go slow?” Sophie said, standing up. Water sluiced down her naked body, trailing down her breasts, her stomach, and thighs. Cole’s cock twitched and his eyes grew black. Sophie held her hand out to him.
Cole took her hand and let Sophie draw him towards her. He stepped in the bathtub. Sophie nudged him backwards until Cole was sitting on the edge with only his calves and feet submerged in the warm water. She stood before him, breasts level with his eyes. Sophie moaned when Cole reached out and ran his hands over her wet chest. He kneaded her breasts slowly, purposefully, before cupping them in his large palms. Sophie leaned towards him, bringing a painfully hard nipple near his mouth. Cole licked it, tasting the water from the bath on her skin.
He switched his attention to her other breast, repeating his slow ministrations. Sophie’s breath quickened. “Suck it,” she begged, desperate to feel the pull of his lips on her nipple. Cole obliged, drawing the sharp point into his mouth. She cried out at the sensation.
When Cole pulled back from her nipple, Sophie looked down at him. His face was taut and flushed with arousal. His lips were swollen from their kisses. Sophie reached a hand up to caress his cheek, before lowering herself down until she was kneeling in the water.
Cole watched her with interest as she knelt at his feet and began running her hands over the sculpted muscles of Cole’s upper body. Sophie planted a soft kiss on the center of his chest, and then kissed lower, and lower, until her lips were near his thick cock.
She grabbed his erection with one hand, slowly feeling the hard length of it. Cole hissed at the contact and thrust his hips.
“Kiss it,” he pleaded.
Sophie was only too happy to oblige. She lowered her mouth and pressed a wet kiss on the tip, looking him in the eyes all the while. Then she opened her mouth and let the head rest on her lower lip, circling the tip with her tongue.
Cole emitted a low throaty moan at the physical and visual stimulation.
She pursed her lips and began sucking the head of his cock, working it in and out of her mouth. She moved her mouth further and further down Cole’s staff, alternating her pressure, and sometimes letting it pop out of her mouth, teasing him.
Sophie watched Cole as she played. She loved having him, the Dean, at her mercy. Sophie felt the power like an erotic rush. She swallowed more of his hot, hard length. Feeling the pulse of his flesh on the back of her tongue and the push of the tip on her throat. Sophie resisted the urge to gag, instead concentrating on the silken skin of Cole’s cock, which made her mouth glide up and down with ease.
Cole groaned and eagerly lifted his hips in time with the strokes of her mouth. “I’m not going to last much longer if you keep doing that.”
In response, Sophie sucked harder, hollowing out her cheeks. She gripped the base of his erection with one hand, pumping, and moved the other between her own legs, where Sophie’s own desire was pooling. She started stroking her wet folds. Sophie moaned around his cock in pleasure.
When Cole felt Sophie’s moan vibrate around his cock, he gave into temptation and wound his fingers through her hair. He held her in place gently as he pumped into her mouth. “God baby, you’re going to make m
e come.”
Cole’s thrusts became harder, jerkier, as she continued to work him with her hand and mouth. He caught glimpses of her other hand moving underneath the water, almost losing it when he saw Sophie push two fingers inside her tight passage. Cole started to breath heavily, and she felt the muscles of his ass clench tightly. Sophie’s own body was pulsing, the ache between her legs getting stronger with each stroke of her fingers.
Cole cried out as his orgasm hit him. Sophie kept him in her mouth, milking him, swallowing. When she finally felt him begin to soften, Sophie released him, panting heavily, and sat upright, looking into his face.
His expression was unreadable, but his eyes shined bright.
“You are really something else.” He said to her as he pulled her up towards him and claimed a deep kiss. “You’re going to pay for making me finish so fast.” he warned.
Sophie couldn’t wait.
***
A short time later they were relaxing comfortably in the bathtub, drinking champagne. Sophie leaned back against Cole’s chest, enjoying the simple pleasure of feeling her bare skin against his. He caressed her gently with one hand while Cole held his champagne flute in the other.
When it was empty, Cole set his aside his glass and began caressing Sophie’s body intently, using both hands. He ran his palms up her torso to Sophie’s wet breasts, massaging them while lightly pinching her nipples. Cole repeated his movements until her breasts were swollen and the rosy tips were standing at full attention.
“I think we’re clean enough,” Cole said huskily. “Time to get out of this tub and get dirty.”
Sophie stood up, smiling at Cole’s corny sense of humor. Before they were intimate, she had no idea he was such a character. At the hospital, he was serious and authoritative. At home, Cole was playful and silly. Still grinning, Sophie climbed out of the tub and walked over to the towel cupboard. She bent down to grab a towel, knowing she was giving Cole an eyeful.
“If you are doing that on purpose, it’s working.” he said in a low voice.
Sophie looked back at him over her shoulder. “What if I am?”
Before she could react Cole rose from the water, hopped out of the tub, and tossed her over his shoulder. Sophie shrieked at the sudden movement. In response, Cole slapped her naked, wet rear end, eliciting another girlish scream.
Cole walked into his bedroom and deposited Sophie on top of his big bed.
“Cole, you’re crazy! I’m soaking. I’ll get the covers all wet!” She started to laugh.
“I don’t care about the bedding,” Cole replied, letting his gaze run up and down her nude body. His cock rose and swelled.
Sophie took in the sight and smiled seductively. “Well, then I’m cold.” She opened her legs and gave him the full view of her glistening sex. Sophie held his eyes and let her hand wander down to it. She began stroking herself as he watched. Cole’s expression turned feral. “How are you going to warm me up?” she asked coyly.
Cole growled. “You are the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen,” he said, before kneeling down on the bed. He ran his hands up her thighs, still watching her ministrations. “I’m going to taste every inch of you until you beg me to stop.”
He drew Sophie’s hand from her clit and replaced it with his tongue. She was wet and swollen. Cole worked the nub with the tip of his tongue. He teased it with little flicks, making her moan. Sophie, primed from her fingers and their activities in the bathtub, was already on edge. It only took a couple more flicks of his tongue to throw her over the edge. Sophie’s inner muscles contracted strongly as she climaxed. She cried out Cole’s name as she came.
Cole looked up at Sophie’s flushed face. “I’m just warming up, baby,” he said. “You better hold on tight.”
He went back to work, this time using his entire tongue. Cole ravenously licked Sophie’s clit, sucked her folds, and pushed his tongue inside of her. Sophie was moaning and turning her head from side to side, overwhelmed with ecstasy. Her pussy was sensitive from her recent orgasm, making Cole’s attentions feel more intense. Sophie felt the tension inside of her building as she grew wetter and wetter.
Cole ground his cock into the mattress as he worked on Sophie’s folds. The sight and feel of the growing wetness painting Sophie’s inner thighs was making him insane. He licked her in time to his thrusts. Cole knew she was close to peaking again, but wanted to prolong the experience. He switched gears and removed his mouth to instead insert two fingers inside, stroking her. Sophie gasped at the change in sensation, and reflexively bucked her hips.
Cole lifted his head to watch her body undulating as she thrust against his hand. Sophie’s skin was damp with sweat, her long hair a tangled mess. She was magnificently open and uninhibited. He stared at the glistening center of her, watching his fingers moving in and out of her canal. Cole was so aroused his ears were ringing.
“I’m so close,” Sophie cried.
In response, Cole withdrew his fingers. Sophie groaned in protest. He bent his head down and started tonguing her again. Cole was unyielding, laving the tight bud firmly with the flat of his tongue. “Cole…I can’t… I need…” Sophie gasped. She was incoherent with need, her body strung tight like a bow.
Sophie was undone. Her orgasm ripped through her, rocking her body with convulsions and she sobbed her pleasure loudly.
It took her a few moments to become aware of her surroundings again. “That was amazing,” Sophie panted, still trying to catch her breath.
“I’m not done yet,” Cole said, sliding his hard body up hers. He gathered both of her wrists in one hand, and pinned her arms firmly above her head. With his other hand Cole pulled her legs further apart until Sophie was completely spread and exposed to him. He grabbed the shaft of his penis and lightly caressed the sensitive flesh near her opening with the head. The head of his cock shined with her wetness.
“Cole,” Sophie cried, growing frustrated with his teasing. “I need you. I need you inside me right now.”
With one fluid motion Cole entered her. The fit was snug but Sophie was primed from her earlier orgasms and accepted his length easily. Cole thrust until he felt the tip of his cock hit her cervix. He held still, letting Sophie adjust to the feel of him.
Sophie’s sensitive tissues felt stretched to the max. Cole felt bigger, harder, and longer than she remembered. He filled her up. Sophie couldn’t tell where her own body ended and Cole’s began.
Cole’s control broke and he pulled out to the tip before slamming his length back into Sophie. He repeated the motion over and over. Sophie screamed with pleasure as he stroked her, causing the tension to build once again. Cole was straining above her, pounding into her harder and faster with every thrust. He moaned at the feel of her gripping him, milking him. “Sophie, yes, oh God, you feel so good,” he praised. Cole dipped his head down and took her mouth in a frantic kiss.
She broke the kiss as she felt herself peak. ‘I’m coming, Cole. I’m coming,” she screamed. “God yes, fuck me.”
The climax hit her and her body shattered into a thousand pieces. Cole felt her spasm around him and let himself go with a loud moan, grinding into her, his ejaculation pulsing deep inside her body.
They stayed locked together for a long time, him still deep inside her and Sophie with her arms above her head. When he was able to see again, Cole looked down into Sophie’s eyes. Her vulnerable expression touched his heart. Cole kissed her gently before rolling off of her and pulling Sophie back towards his chest. He threw the bed’s cover over both of them and wrapped his arms around her, spooning her tightly.
They both fell asleep within minutes.
****
When Sophie opened her eyes soft morning sunlight was streaming into the bedroom. Cole was already awake, watching her with a tender look in his eyes. She felt her heart clench. They were back in the real world.
“We can’t see each other anymore,” Sophie whispered, struggling not cry. Giving up Cole was a huge sacrifice, however she worked
too hard to get where she was to throw it all away on an affair. Even if she thought she was falling in love with Cole. Sophie needed to follow her head, not her heart.
Cole reached over and brushed a wisp of blonde hair out of her eyes.
“I know,” he replied softly. “But here’s the thing Sophie. I’m not ready to give up on us. I know our relationship has been a whirlwind, but I’ve come to care for you. Deeply.”
“Where does that leave us?”
“I’m going to wait for you Sophie, and I ask you do the same. There are only six months left in your residency program. Once you graduate, no one can claim our relationship is inappropriate.”
“I know taking a break is the best thing for us right now, but it’s going to be hard. I’ll hate seeing you at the hospital, and knowing I can’t touch or hold you.”
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