by Marie Harte
I’m missing something…
“You better not be wearing any underwear,” Landon called out.
She remembered and hurried to her closet again. There, she found a pair of high heels she’d never wear to work, but which showed off her legs. She returned to him slowly, so as not to cause bodily injury when she broke an ankle in her four-inchers.
Once at the top of the stairs, she put a little sway into her hips, slid on her glasses, and joined him at the couch.
He was lying down, but when he saw her, his eyes grew wide. He looked her over from top to bottom and licked his lips. “Oh fuck, yeah.” Then he lay back and laced his hands behind his head. His bare feet hung over the end of the couch, because he was too long.
She sat in the chair by the couch and crossed her legs, showing off her heels.
He groaned and shifted. “I am so fuckin’ hard.”
“And I’m wet,” she announced as if talking about the weather. “Now shall we begin, Mr. Donnigan?”
He slanted a dark look her way. “Oh yeah, Doc. I need to tell you about my fantasies. I’m having problems.”
“Tell me.” She hadn’t thought he’d want to wait. That they’d have sex in a hurry and put out the erotic flames making her so darn hot. But this… So much better than she could have dreamed. Landon had a real flair for sex.
“You see, I have these fantasies about my therapist.”
“What’s her name?”
“We’ll just call her Doc. I wouldn’t want to make her uncomfortable. Everyone likes her. She’s funny and smart. And she has the prettiest green eyes. Now when I see anything in that shade, it reminds me of her.”
She blinked. She hadn’t expected this. Raunchy, sexy talk, sure. But complimenting other parts of her? Admitting to deeper feelings? Her heart raced even faster, her emotions deepening despite her inner warnings to be cautious of falling too far too fast.
“Continue,” she rasped.
He turned his head to watch her. “In my dreams, she’s sitting there, waiting for me to open up.” He licked his lips again, his gaze on her breasts. “But while she’s waiting, she toys with her shirt, unbuttoning it so I can see her breasts. Her nipples are hard.”
She followed his direction, unbuttoning the shirt bit by bit.
“And they’re a cherry red. So tasty.” He stared at the silk gliding over her flesh, making her more aroused. “Her skirt rides up, you know? But she’s not wearing any panties. She spreads her legs while she watches me through those sexy glasses. I can see her pussy. She’s all wet, like she’s dreaming about me too.”
Ava shivered, not feeling the cold but a desire so deep it was like an aching throb. She uncrossed her legs, hiked her skirt in slow increments, until it hit the tops of her thighs, then spread her legs and scooted so he could see her better.
“Damn.” He expelled a loud breath. “Just, damn.”
“Does she touch herself?” she asked after she came to the last button on her shirt. She pushed it apart, exposing her breasts. Her pussy on display, herself wide open, she waited.
“Oh yeah. She fucking does. She slides her fingers through all that wet skin, and she makes her clit all big and hard.” She did what he said, coming closer to orgasm, and mostly from having him watch her touch herself.
“But what about him? Shouldn’t he be naked while she slides her fingers in her pussy?” she asked as she slid one inside her.
He swore again, gripping the back of his head. “Nah. I watch, and I get ready to come. But I don’t get naked, not until she takes my shirt off. She only unbuttons my jeans and pulls down my underwear. I’m not supposed to be naked, because we’re in her office. But she can’t help herself. She strips down, except for the heels.”
Ava stood on shaky legs, took off everything but her heels, and crossed to him. Then she leaned down and unbuttoned his shirt. He let go of his head to cup her breasts and stroke her belly, and she gasped.
“Then she tells me how good it feels,” he whispered, “and she leans closer, so I can suck her tits while she’s telling me she wants more.”
Ava bared his chest entirely. “I want more. I want your mouth on me, Landon,” she urged.
He pulled her down, just enough that he could suck the tip of her nipple into his mouth.
She couldn’t help the small cry that left her, because his mouth felt like an inferno. Her pussy ached, so empty. And soon she’d have him, all of him, inside her. That big erection straining at his jeans, so close she could touch it.
He moved to her other breast, and she went off script. She put her hand over his cock and squeezed.
He stopped moving. “Doc, what do you think you’re doing?”
Chapter 14
Landon was two seconds from losing it. Seriously coming in his pants for his first time with Ava. Oh, hell no.
She stopped moving. “I’m b-bracing myself. I’m so sorry, Landon,” she apologized in a breathy voice. “Did I hurt you?”
The liar. “Move your hand.” She did, and he wanted to tell her to put it back. Instead, he forced himself to follow his fantasy, because hell yeah, he wanted it to play out. “Now take off my shirt all the way.”
Ava watched him from behind those killer glasses. Her breasts were spectacular. No question. Wearing only high heels, she looked like a walking wet dream.
She leaned over him, brushing her tits against his chest. He swore he felt zipper marks against his cock as he swelled even more. No. Have to hold on until she comes, then I’m inside her.
He leaned up so she could remove his shirt, then she placed it on top of hers. He didn’t have to tell her twice to free his cock. She moved with gentle fingers, though she had a difficult time getting the fly unbuttoned because he’d gotten so big.
She didn’t touch his dick, but she did scoot his jeans down his hips, hampering his legs while exposing his cock and balls. “You aren’t wearing underwear.” She arched a brow, and that whole naughty therapist vibe crushed him.
“Fuck no. I had hopes for tonight.” He groaned. “Get away from there.” When she stood, he put his hands behind his head again. “Now spread your legs for me.”
She proudly widened her stance, bringing his attention to her toned legs and that sexy strip of hair guarding her sex. Without encouragement, she put her fingers between her legs and brought them out for him to see.
His voice was low and hoarse. “So wet, aren’t you, Doc?”
“Yes, I am. I need my own kind of medicine, I think.”
“I have it right here. Come sit over my face.” Bam. Right there. He’d wanted this since he’d first seen her. With any luck, he wouldn’t come yet, because God knew he was ready enough without even touching her.
She walked over to him in those fuck-me heels, and he scooted down on the couch, tossing the back cushions to give them more space. She knelt over him, her knees on either side of his head.
“Yeah. Lower that cunt, that’s right.”
She moaned. That was his Doc. She loved his coarse talk, the dirtier, the better.
“That’s it, baby. Let me lick you up. What a hard little clit. Yeah. Work yourself over me. Come on.”
She slid over his lips, so slick, he knew it wouldn’t be long before she came. The taste of her. Fuck me, she’s perfect. He licked and thrust his tongue into her, wanting to get so deep. He had to touch her, and he gripped her legs, wanting her to move faster, so he could get more of her when she came.
“Landon,” she moaned. “I’m going to come. Oh, please.”
Thank God. Because all this play had made him crazed. He wouldn’t last much longer either, but she had to come first. Because the minute he entered her, he’d explode.
He held her by the hips, grinding her over his tongue and teeth.
She cried out as she came while he lapped her up like a fucking drug. She conti
nued to moan, still caught in her pleasure, but he couldn’t wait.
He yanked her off his face and straddled her over his hips while he positioned himself to receive her. Then she slid right over him, all that heat gliding down, and her body, still seizing…
“Fuck. I’m coming. Oh shit. Ava.” He gritted his teeth as the most intense orgasm of his life jetted out of him. She rocked over him while he emptied inside her in the most blissful moment of his existence.
It felt like forever as he released, until the black spots behind his eyelids faded and he could see again. He hadn’t realized he’d been holding her so hard until he let her hips go. “Fuck me.” He blew out a breath, stroking the red marks on her skin.
“Oh my God.” She’d braced her hands on his chest at some point, because the scratch of her short nails over his nipples set him off again, and he groaned and jerked as another spurt left him.
“Oh man. That was so damn good.” Could anything come close to that? Ever? Landon stopped her when she would have gotten off him. “No, stay.”
She sighed and leaned over him, pressing her breasts against his chest.
“Ava, honey, that was the sexiest thing. I mean, I came the second you put yourself over me.” He swore. “I’ll do better next time, I swear.”
She laughed against his chest, her body still snug, holding him tightly inside her. That he’d come without a condom, skin to skin inside Ava, aroused him anew. He’d poured a lot inside her, no doubt. But he had a feeling he could go again if he found the right rhythm… He carefully nudged his jeans down farther.
“Don’t feel bad, Marine. I came pretty hard over your mouth, and that was right away too.”
“That’s true.” He wanted a kiss. “But we’re missing something.”
She leaned up on her chin.
“Have I told you how much those glasses turn me on?”
“I think you convinced me.” She squeezed her insides and he felt her, all up and down his cock.
“You little witch. You owe me a kiss. More than a kiss.” When he’d thought she was breaking up with him, his despair had been all too real. And scary as hell. “I thought you were dumping me.”
“When I wore no bra?” She scoffed. “And I thought you paid attention to detail.”
“I wasn’t sure. The sweatshirt fooled me.” He growled. “Now kiss me.”
She tried to scoot up his body, but that would have meant pulling off his cock.
“Wait.” He sat up with her, so suddenly she gasped. But she also settled onto him, driving him deeper inside her. “That’s it.”
“You’re still hard?” She blinked at him. Then she took off her glasses and tossed them to the side. “Sorry. They’re for reading, really.”
“Yeah, sure. Whatever.” He pulled her head down for a kiss and rocked into her, holding her waist while he flexed inside her. She tasted like chocolate and sugar, and he wanted more.
He stroked into her mouth with each thrust deeper into her body. Like magic, he grew harder, his kisses fiercer. Deeper. He couldn’t get deep enough. With each push and pull, her breasts raked trails of heat over his chest. Her thighs settled around his, their body heat an inferno.
He kissed down her throat, holding her by the hair, and she whispered his name. A plea or a curse, he couldn’t be sure, because he was ready again, hard and excited, and he needed her there with him.
Landon edged his hand between them, seeking her clit. When he found it, she slammed over him, and that pressure built in his balls.
“Yes, yes,” she pleaded and rode him hard, clutching his hair while she kissed and licked, sucking his tongue deep.
Sensations abounded. Memories of her blowing him while he drove deeper inside her, of how she’d looked while staring into his eyes through those sexy glasses…
He stabbed his tongue into her mouth, on the edge, needing her to come. And then he couldn’t wait.
He pulled his mouth away and pressed his head to her shoulder as he drove inside her and came. By some miracle, she climaxed as well, clamping down on him and giving more pleasure than he could handle.
He was shaking, outside himself, yet always conscious to keep the precious treasure in his arms safe, protected.
You are so mine, he wanted to say. Instead, when he could put his words together once more, he managed, “So was it good for you too?”
* * *
Ava thought she’d gone blind, and then she blinked and the spots dancing in front of her eyes cleared. “Um, yes. Except I don’t think my legs work anymore.”
Sex like this wasn’t supposed to be possible. At least, she’d never imagined it could be. Like the books and the movies, with orgasms so intense people blacked out? He remained inside her, starting to soften, finally, like a mere mortal. She’d seen him aroused, but feeling all that steel inside her? He was so big and thick, he filled her, almost painfully so.
Almost.
Instead, any time he moved, even breathed, he touched another part inside her that would cause tingles of ecstasy to ravage her body. She toyed with the hair at the nape of his neck and heard him groan. Like a big beast under beauty’s touch, she thought with a touch of whimsy.
“You are one amazing fuck,” he said bluntly.
She burst into laughter.
She couldn’t help it. The least romantic words on the planet, yet equally true of him. “Back at ya, Casanova.”
He laughed as well, and then they had to move, fast, because he’d made a huge mess. Twice.
They quickly rose, and he shoved a towel between her legs. “I borrowed it from the bathroom under the sink while you were downstairs. Didn’t think you’d mind.” He held the towel and stared down at her, his expression intense.
“Um, no. I don’t mind.” She let him take care of the mess, then wasn’t sure what to do. “Now what?”
“Now we wait until I get my second wind.”
She blinked. “What?”
He put her hand on the towel to hold it while he stripped out of his jeans. He stood naked and just…
“You are a specimen of maleness. I just have to say.” He had all the lines the Greek statues had. Cut, muscular… She sighed.
“Go ahead and touch me. You know you want to.”
“I really do.”
He chuckled. “It’s okay. I feel the same way about you. Your breasts are just amazing.” He cupped one, rubbing the velvety soft tip, and it sprang to attention. “You’re soft but hard underneath. I like your tone, Doc.”
“And I like your imagination. Where the heck did you come up with all that?”
He flushed. “I’ve been wanting that since I first saw you.”
“Well, I might need therapy before I see my clients again. Just so you know, I have never and will never offer that kind of therapy to my patients.”
“Good.” He kissed her, this time with a tenderness that shook her.
“Oh.” She cradled her hands against his chest. “Speaking of second winds, how did you do that? Twice like that?”
She felt his rumble of laughter in his chest. “Liked that, did you? I’ve been thinking about doing you for a while. Yeah, I was pent-up. But I’m in my prime, baby. You got a sex machine for a boyfriend.” He sounded deeply satisfied. “But it’s all good, because my sex kitten girlfriend milked me dry. Seriously. I need some food and tender care before I can fill you up again.” He rubbed her back. “And I plan on doing that a few more times tonight.”
“Wow. The floodgates open, and I’m bowlegged after one night. Imagine that.”
He laughed again. “Come on, woman. Feed me some hot chocolate and marshmallows. Then, if you’re lucky, we’ll hit some doggie style and a sixty-nine.”
“On a school night?”
“Hell yeah, on a school night. See what you created? This is all your fault.”
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bsp; “My fault?”
He wrapped her in his shirt, which came to her knees, and she fixed him some hot cocoa. He remained naked, however, and not too shy about it either.
“See this?” He gripped himself. “Ever since meeting you, I’ve had to release the dam at least twice a day. Sexual frustration is not good for a man.” He looked sad. “I can’t believe you made me wait so long.”
“Seriously? You know nothing.” She handed him his cocoa and popped another marshmallow. Addicting little things, a lot like Landon. She wanted to lick him up all over again. “I was high and dry for over a year.”
“That’s because you hadn’t met me. I’d have had you out of those panties in no time. And then we’d have been doing it nonstop.” He smiled. “In fact, let me finish this hot chocolate and…” He wiggled his eyebrows.
She blinked. “Seriously?”
He downed the cup. “Oh yeah. That shirt of mine on you? Unbuttoned like that?” He groaned. “I have more fantasies, mostly about you wearing me. Now about that sixty-nine…”
Chapter 15
Gavin didn’t know what to think. Landon had always been a ladies’ man. Not one of Gavin’s caliber, but big brother worked his biceps, flashed that Donnigan know-how, and typically had women eating out of his hand.
But Landon had never looked at any of them the way he looked at Ava. It was like she’d put a spell on him, and he knew it but had no idea how to get out of it.
They sat at his parents’ for a Thursday night meal. Their mother had finally sold that home out from under her rival, and she wanted to celebrate. A savagely exultant Linda Donnigan was no one to mess with, so Gavin had shown up early with a bottle of her favorite wine to congratulate her—unopened of course, or God forbid they’d think him off the wagon. He’d have dragged Theo with him, except Theo was working.
He sat to his mother’s left, while she sat next to Van, who occupied the head of the table. His parents had always taken their meals together, sitting close and sharing a smile while watching over their brood. That they still liked to be close gave Gavin the warm fuzzies.