The O Doctor

by Brandy Ayers

  “All you’ve seen is the front door.”

  We’re both panting, both from the run up the stairs and from the raging hormones waiting to be let loose.

  “It’s a great door.” I grab both her legs and haul them up around my hips. A high-pitched ripping sound fills the space, and it takes me a moment to realize that is the sound of her skirt being torn apart from my rough treatment. “See? Door is nice and sturdy. Skirt, not so much.”

  Moaning in the back of her throat, Marci writhes against me, her pussy pressing against my pants covered cock. “Good door. Bad skirt.”

  “Very bad skirt. That skirt and your ass almost made me come in my pants back at the bar.” I lean in, tracing the line of her throat with my nose and inhaling her sweet scent. “Tell the truth, you were trying to drive me out of my mind by hanging over the bar like that. Weren’t you?”

  Out of her mind with lust, Marci just nods and dances against my lap some more. The heat from her sex pulses through the fabric of my jeans. I can’t wait to see her pussy. It has been a long fucking time since I was last with a woman, and even then, I’ve never felt this level of desperation to take a woman. Never felt this almost prehistoric need to mark a woman and make her mine. The rational, educated part of my brain is appalled at my manhandling of Marci without explicitly making sure she is cool with it. But the Neanderthal in me clubs that guy over the head and tells him to just look at how okay she is and to shut the fuck up.

  I need to get myself in check. How many men over the years have I told to check in with their women before, during, and after intimacy? Make sure she’s still on board and if she needs anything else to make her feel good. Not in an insecure, tell me how good I am way, but in an I want you to enjoy this and I will do everything in my power to make that happen way.

  “Tell me how you like it, Marci. I need to hear you scream as fast as is humanly possible, so you’re going to need to tell me how to do that.”

  Marci bites down on her bottom lip, blood rushing to her cheeks, a shyness that I didn’t expect from her clouding her face. “I’ve never been asked that before. I don’t know what to say.”

  Ugh, men are fucking idiots. I am one, and I freely admit this.

  “But I think I need you to kiss me first. I’m about five seconds from coming all over the place and you haven't even kissed me yet.”

  Fuck, I haven’t. I am one of those idiot men. That just won’t do. “How have we not kissed yet?” I cup her cheek in my hand, marveling over how tiny she is compared to my monster paw. “It feels like I should already know everything about your body. About how you like to be kissed.”

  She opens her mouth to respond, but I dive in before she can. There is no build up to the kiss. No starting slow and seeing how it goes. No. I go straight for the gusto. And from the sounds and increased rhythm to her grinding against my painfully hard cock, she likes it.

  Chapter Nine

  Marci

  Holy. Shit.

  Micah’s lips must be from another planet, because I’ve never experienced anything like this kiss in my entire life. They are soft, succulent, but the kiss is anything but soft. It’s urgent. Ravenous. Everything.

  And he doesn’t just kiss with his mouth. Oooooh no. He kisses with his whole body. That big frame curls around me, forming a protective shell that obliterates all my other senses. His arms wrap around my waist, one going up into my hair, the other gripping my ass. His body presses and leans into mine, melding us together until I think we might actually be sharing the same cells.

  I’m no slouch either, if I do say so myself. Wrapping my arms around his neck for support, I bring my legs up higher around his waist, trying to climb him like a tree. I’m the first to open my mouth, wanting to taste every bit of him. Skating my tongue over his lips, Micha growls, fucking growls, and opens for me, his tongue dancing with mine. My whimpers mix with his groans until we’ve got this perfect harmony of lust filling the apartment.

  Then, I lower my hips slightly, and there it is, the part of him I’ve been wondering about since I first set eyes on him three days ago. Was that really only three days? Tilting my hips, I grind down down down until my core finally finds the end of him. Holy shit he is huge. Even bigger than I thought given the sheer enormity of the rest of the man.

  “We need to get naked. Like now.” I only allow my lips to part from his for long enough to make my intentions known, even that feels like too much. Our lips touch again, and the air leaves my lungs, but who needs air when you have the man of your dreams devouring you like you are his reason for existing?

  “Not yet. Fuck, the way I’m feeling right now, I won’t last five seconds inside you. And I refuse to let there even be a possibility that you might not be as satisfied as possible from this night.” As Micah talks, I trail my lips down his corded neck, biting him when he refuses to get naked. It really is sweet that he is so worried about me getting off, but there’s no need to fret. I’m three quarters of the way there already. “So, with your permission, I would like to strip you naked. Use my tongue and fingers to bring you to a writhing, sweaty finish. Then I’m going to fuck you so hard, you’ll remember this night for years to come. All that sound good to you?”

  “Yes. Holy shit yes. Now. All of that.” I jump off him, pull my sheer blouse over my head, and throw it to the side.

  “Stop.”

  My hands freeze at the zipper to my skirt. The authority in his voice makes my clit throb so hard, I think it’s trying to reach out for him.

  “I said I would strip you naked. Are you trying to take that pleasure away from me? Looking for another reason to get your ass spanked, I see.”

  I whimper. Just fucking whimper like a needy puppy looking for any bit of attention. Shifting, I rub my thighs together, the sensations zipping up my body making me gasp.

  A flip has switched in Micha. He’s gone from frantic to calculating. Turns out, I like every single side of him there is.

  “No? Yes? I don’t know. I just need you.” The pure desire streaming through my veins is making my thoughts cloudy, only sensation and need registering clearly.

  Micah looks around the apartment, taking it all in quickly. Suddenly, he sweeps me up over his shoulder, an unattractive squeal popping from my mouth in the process.

  “What are you doing?”

  “Exactly what I’ve wanted since the day I met you.” He sits down on the small loveseat sitting along one wall, draping me over his lap. “So, if you don’t want to have the sting of my hand on your ass, let me know now.”

  “I want it.”

  As soon as the words leave my mouth, Micah pulls my skirt up over my ass, groaning as soon as the tight fabric is bunched around my waist.

  “Fuck. I should add another couple slaps just for walking around with this ass covered by nothing but a skirt and a garter belt.” He runs his rough fingertips over my left butt cheek.

  The anticipation building inside me is so strong, even that small touch makes me jump.

  “Shhhhh, my skittish woman. I’m going to give you everything you want. Need.” Those same fingers run over the other side of my ass. They disappear for a moment, before returning to pluck up one for the garter’s stretched across my skin. The slight sting of the elastic hitting my flesh is quickly followed by Micah’s hand smacking my ass. That warm pain still echoes across my nerves as his fingertips go back to lightly brushing the abused spot.

  “How was that?” The words may be a question, but the tone of his voice tells me he already knows what I think. But he’s checking in all the same, making sure my body and my brain are still on the same page.

  I take the opportunity to really think about what’s happening here. All my past experiences with men have been about getting to the main act. Engage in just the right amount of foreplay to make it acceptable to move on to sex. They would check in to make sure I was about to come, but it was really just to make sure they had the green light to go over their own edge. I left almost every one of those e
ncounters feeling disappointed and unsatisfied.

  So, it doesn’t take long for me to recognize that the riot of arousal coursing my body is new. Heightened not only by the erotic acts but the caring man delivering them. There is a slight burn on my ass, which seems to connect directly to the throbbing in my clit and nipples.

  Gentle fingers continue to stroke me as I think, and instead of voicing all the ways this feels right, I simply turn my head to take in the set jaw and kind eyes of a man teetering on the edge. “More, please.”

  Those fingers turn rough as the grip my ass cheek, lift and slap back down, with another pluck of my garter belt quickly following.

  Micah’s fingers sweep up my slit, groaning as he finds my soaked core. “Look at that. A little spanking makes you just as wet as it does me hard.”

  Still twisted around to watch him, I gape in awe as he brings those fingers up to taste the arousal he gathered from between my legs.

  “Mmmmm, delicious. Want to taste how hot I make you?”

  I nod, my mouth already dropping open to receive his fingers. The combined flavor of his skin and my salty, sweet sex is beyond anything I’ve ever experienced. Moaning around his thick digits, I close my eyes and savor every new sensation.

  Thwap

  Another slap rains down on my ass, his fingers still inside my mouth. This man, he’s overwhelming in the best way possible. Thank god he didn’t walk away from this, that he stopped that cab and climbed in with me. Missing this would have been a travesty.

  “I think that’s enough for now.”

  I whimper in protest as he slides me off his lap so that I’m kneeling over the arm of the couch. “I want more.”

  “Oh, I’m not done by a long shot. I need more of your taste.” Micah kneels on the floor behind me, and even still, he has to hunch over to bring his mouth to the juncture of my spread legs. He licks me from clit to sopping wet opening, making these tortured moans, like I’m the most delicious thing he’s ever tasted. “Hold on tight, darling.”

  That is the only warning I get before Micah places both his palms on my ass cheeks and spreads me apart, giving him all the access he needs to completely gorge on me. It feels like his tongue is everywhere. Dipping inside me, then flicking against my clit, lapping at my folds. He sucks, he nibbles, he does things I’m fairly sure words haven’t been invented for yet. And all I can do is cling to the sofa for dear life. I scream and moan, writhe in his strong grip. Sweat drips off my forehead, down my back. My legs shake, and my fingers ache from clenching so tightly to the soft fabric beneath me.

  I come. I come so much, I don’t know if it is one long orgasm or several stringed together. And he doesn’t stop. I try to crawl away from his erotic assault, and like the gentleman he is, he starts to back away, but the very second his tongue leaves my body, a rush of longing sweeps over me and I thrust my hips back toward his retreating face, silently begging for more of this exquisite torture.

  “Marci, I could eat you for days. But my cock is about to explode, and I want inside you like I’ve never wanted anything before. Do you want that?”

  Climbing to my feet on shaky legs, I turn to find Micah doing the same thing behind me. “Yes.”

  Without another word, Micah makes quick work of stripping the rest of the clothes from my body, leaving the fishnet stockings and garter belt in place. I know I’ve been naked in front of men before, obviously, but I’ve never felt so exposed in my life. Standing in the lingerie I specifically wore to lure this man back to my apartment, the insane urge to cover myself invades my senses. My fingers twitch, then fidget with the straps connecting my stockings to the garter belt.

  Sensing my discomfort, Micah takes me into his arms in an embrace that both comforts and arouses. The latter probably due to the enormous tree trunk poking me in the belly.

  “I keep thinking this is all a dream, that I couldn’t possibly be here with the sexiest woman I’ve met. That she’s allowing me to do things to her body I’ve only fantasized about. But this is real, you’re real. What’s happening between us is real.” He backs away, cupping my face in his large hands. “Do you feel it too?”

  “Yes. All of it. The disbelief and the wonder.” For the first time, I realize Micah is still dressed, while I’m completely naked. Or at least the most important parts of me are bare. “I want to see you.”

  Together, we work to get his shirt and jeans off in record time. My first vision of this man naked damn near floors me. His body is a work of art. Micah may not be cut like some of the men I’ve dated in the past, but he’s so much better than that. He’s thick, hard in all the right places, and Jesus, the part of him extending from between his legs is mouth wateringly beautiful. A war takes place in my mind, fall to my knees and taste him, or give us both what we want and get him inside my body as fast as possible?

  Without much thought, I place my palms on his chest and shove him back so that he’s sitting on the couch with his legs spread. “I know you said in the cafe you want me reverse cowgirl style, but I want to see your face when you come inside me.”

  “I want you anyway I can have you.” Micah grabs his cock in a rough grip, jerking up and over the swollen head. His eyes never stop roaming over my exposed body.

  “Good answer.” With a deep breath, I climb onto his lap. I knock his hand away from his cock and take it into my own. God, the heat radiating from that part of him makes me moan, at the same time he lets out a strangled cry. All the time I imagined what his dick would look like, I could have never conjured the truth in my mind. Not only is he long and thick, but smooth, with a neatly trimmed patch of hair at the base. And holy hell his balls. I’ve never found that part of a man attractive, but his are heavy and big, not a hair insight.

  “Fuck, Marci, your hand feels so good.”

  I watch in fascination as a drop of precum rolls out from the little slit at the top of his head. Scooting forward, I press my legs even farther apart, swirling the tip of him just over my clit, combining that drop of him with my own arousal.

  “Marci, we need to get a condom right now. I need inside you.”

  My stomach drops, and my hands freeze. “Shit. I don’t have any condoms. Do you?”

  Micah grips my hips, his head dropping back onto the couch cushion behind him with a sad groan. “No. I never thought something like this would happen after one of my classes.”

  He starts to pick me up off his lap, but I grip onto his biceps, not letting that happen.

  “We can do other things, Marci. I told you, I could eat you for days, and I wasn’t lying.”

  I know he’s trying to be reasonable, to make me feel better. But fuck that noise. “I want you inside me, Micah. I’ve wanted you inside me for days. I’m clean and on the birth control shot. I’ve had a dry spell for the past year, and I swear at my last yearly exam, everything came back clear.” I start to scramble from his lap. “I have the records in my files over here. You can see.”

  His big hands keep me in place straddling his thighs. “You’re saying you’d be okay going bare?”

  “Yes.” I pant the word out, just the idea of his bare cock sliding inside me makes me wetter.

  “I’m clean too. I haven’t been with a woman in three years.”

  Sliding back into place in the cradle of his lap, I gaze into his eyes while sliding his cock back and forth through my slippery folds. “I’ve never had a man inside me without a condom. But...” I bite my upper lip, debating whether I should let the words thrumming through my head out. “But I trust you, and I want to feel you fill me, feel your cum drip out from inside me. I see that in porn all the time, and I always wonder what it would feel like.”

  “Fuck, it’s like you’re trying to kill me.” Micah leans back further onto the couch. “You want it so bad, put me inside you.” He puts his hands behind his head, relaxing into the plush couch I spent an entire paycheck on. Despite his casual position, the intensity in his eyes never waivers. He has issued me a challenge, and I’ll be da
mned if I wimp out on him.

  I climb onto my feet and crouch over his cock, gripping it in my hand. Once I have him positioned at my entrance, I place both my hands on his shoulders, and his palms grip my ass. I’m pretty sure he expects me to slowly drop down his shaft. But I want to throw him off, surprise him. Show him I can give as good as I can get, just like he said in the cafe.

  So instead, I drop down his full length in one swift thrust of my body.

  “Motherfucker.” Micah’s fingers press harder into the flesh of my ass and hips, keeping me planted at his root.

  My mouth falls open, sucking in breathes as I let my body adjust to the sheer size of the man beneath me.

  “Ride me woman.”

  Chapter Ten

  Micah

  As soon as I issue the command, Marci wastes no time obeying. I’ve never been this aggressive with a woman before. Normally, I take things slow, check in often. Use gentle touches. And I want that with Marci too. But I have this almost bone deep need to mark her, to possess her.

  I see that same need in her. It’s in her eyes as she bounces up and down on my cock.

  I don’t know where to focus first. Her jiggling tits as she bottoms out on my hips? My dick disappearing inside her body over and over as she rides me? The fight in her eyes to stay present, to not go under the haze of her oncoming orgasm? It’s all fascinating, and I wish I could take it all in at once.

  But the slick glide of her wet channel over my long-ignored cock is too much. All I can do is lean my head back and take in every nerve ending firing at once. It’s like I’ve swallowed a crate of fireworks, and the woman bucking on my lap has set them all off at once. Noise and color and sparks riot around me, drowning out almost everything else.

  Almost.

  What breaks through the chaos is her. Marci. The noises and looks that are uniquely this complex woman. She gasps at the bottom of every thrust, whimpers at the top. Like she doesn’t want the empty space left inside her as she pushes up, but then the fullness as she takes me all in surprises her. Every. Single. Time.