by London Hale
“If you can get off in the shower without running through all the hot water, then we’re not even. Not even close.”
“You…” My throat was tight, my mouth parched. And I knew I shouldn’t ask this question. Should. Not. And yet… “You have a hard time climaxing?”
She let her hair fall, creating a curtain between us. “Hard time doesn’t come close to explaining it all.”
“I’m sure it’s frustrating, but you just need to find someone who’s patient. Who’ll take his time with you. Get to know what you like…what you need…” Why was I telling her that? I didn’t want her to find some asshole to get her off, and I certainly didn’t want to give her pointers on what to look for.
She snorted, pushing her hair back over her shoulder as she finally looked at me once again. With a wry smile, she said, “Well, if you know anyone like that, send them to my room, okay?”
Ninety-seven minutes had gone by since Bailey had said that handful of words to me. Ninety-seven minutes I’d spent talking myself out of being that someone who showed up outside her room. Ninety-seven minutes where I’d wondered what would happen if I did.
Somehow, even with those thoughts running through my head of what might happen if I knocked on her door, I managed to reinforce what an epically bad idea it’d be if I acted on anything.
Or I had, anyway. Before I’d headed upstairs with the intention of going to bed to work out some of the frustration she’d built up inside me—alone. Before I’d had to pass Bailey’s room along the way. Her door was always latched when she went to bed for the evening. But tonight? Tonight, when my control was already tenuous? It was open just slightly, but it was enough so I could hear her. And that was where I stood, directly in front of her barely cracked door, listening to her soft, breathy, sexy-as-hell…frustrated moans.
I listened for longer than I should have, hating myself every second, knowing what an invasion of privacy it was to be there. But I still couldn’t force myself to move. I was glued to my spot, soaking up every needy moan, every whimper that came from inside.
It was so unlike her to leave her door open that I couldn’t help but take it as a sign. Maybe she’d done so on purpose. Maybe she was trying to send me a signal.
Maybe she was hoping I’d be that someone to come to her door.
When another agonized sound reached me in the hallway, I couldn’t take it. Not when I thought about her in there alone, struggling to come. Not when I knew I could help her.
Tentatively, I pushed open her door the barest bit, calling out her name as I did so. If she hadn’t meant to leave the door open, I wanted to give her the chance to tell me to get the fuck out.
But as the door swung open inch by inch, she didn’t give me any warning. And as I listened to her noises grow more and more frustrated, I couldn’t stop my feet from moving forward even if I wanted to.
As soon as the room came into full view, I nearly dropped to my knees right then and there. Bailey lay in the middle of her bed, a tank top covering the upper half of her body, but the lower half? Sweet Jesus, from the waist down, she was naked. Her legs were bent at the knees and pressed together slightly, the soft light of a side lamp illuminating enough for me to see peeks of that pink toy as she tried to get off.
“Fuck.” My expletive wasn’t very loud, but it was loud enough to get her attention, her eyes snapping up to mine. She froze, was absolutely still for the longest three seconds of my life, and I was just about to mumble an apology and turn around, mortified that I’d overstepped and obviously taken what was an accident on her part as a sign on mine.
But then she dropped her knees wide, baring herself to me completely as she tentatively reached a hand out to me, and there was no way I was going anywhere.
I took a step toward her, cataloging every inch of her. She was the sexiest fucking thing I’d ever seen, her hair spread out on her pillow, her cheeks flushed—from arousal or frustration, or maybe a bit of both.
“How long have you been at this?” I asked, my voice sounding like I’d swallowed a handful of gravel.
“I don’t know.” She licked her lips. “Long enough that I’m practically numb.”
She’d been trying to get off by herself for so long her clit was numb, and I’d been drinking away my frustration downstairs when I could’ve been up here, tongue deep.
“Turn it off, Bailey.”
She paused for barely a moment before shutting it off. A small bite to her lip later and she tossed the fluorescent toy to the side. “Now what?”
“Now you just lie there and let me get to work.”
She stiffened, her knees fluttering inward. “I’m not work, Josh. I don’t need you to treat me like one of your patients.”
I snorted. I couldn’t help it. “This definitely isn’t how I treat my patients. And if getting you off is the reward for my work, I’ll gladly do it all goddamn night for you.”
With a huff, she rolled her eyes and tugged at the pale blue blanket crumpled under her. “Yeah, well, we’ll see if you still say that when my body refuses to give. I don’t exactly have a quick trigger.”
“You let me worry about what your body’s gonna give me. You just worry about how everything feels, okay?” I closed the remaining distance between us, climbing onto the foot of her bed. Grasping her ankle in my hand, I lifted her leg, plucking off the sock she still wore. Then with maximum effort on my part, I took my time and inched my way up her leg, pressing openmouthed kisses along the entire length. I paid special attention to her ankle, the back of her knee, the inside of her thigh, flicking my tongue and making her gasp and moan and reach for me.
And then I repeated the entire track on her other leg, leaving her a panting mess beneath me.
“Do you have any idea how adorably sexy you are, lying here with your pussy on display for me, but still wearing socks and a tank top? Makes me wanna try harder to get to all the other parts.”
“You don’t have to try at all.” She arched her back, lifting her hips like she needed me closer.
Not yet.
“I think we’ve established that you’ve had enough guys not trying.” I pressed a kiss to her hip, licking a path nearly down to her pussy before moving back up, nudging her tank top up with my nose. “You gonna let me see what you have under here?”
“Be my guest.”
Each sexy inch of creamy skin became visible as I pushed the tank top up her chest, pausing once the lower swells of her breasts peeked out underneath. I wanted to tug the top up another two inches, wanted to find out if she had cotton-candy- or mocha-tipped tits. I wanted to know the size and shape—how they fit in my hands. How they felt in my mouth.
But Bailey was in this position because the boys she’d been with hadn’t taken their time with her. They hadn’t showed her the erogenous zones on her body—hadn’t exploited every single one of them.
And I fucking loved that I’d be the one to do it.
With lingering kisses against her stomach, I got drunk on the taste of her. I traced a path from her belly button all the way up, then flicked my tongue against the underside of her breast, my cock nearly bursting in my jeans from the choked gasp she let out.
“Holy shit, that feels amazing.”
“See how good it can be when someone takes his time?” I asked as I stretched on top of her, once again ignoring her breasts, as much as it pained me. I wanted her panting for it, wanted her so close to coming, just the suction of my mouth on her nipple would send her flying even further toward release. I sank between her parted legs, pressing against her with a swivel of my hips as I dragged my bottom lip up the column of her neck. “I want you so wet you soak my jeans.”
She bucked up against me, grinding her pussy all over me. “Pretty sure that won’t be a problem.”
I couldn’t wait another minute to taste her lips. Pulling the bottom one between my own, I sucked gently, then swiped my tongue into her mouth. Without hesitation, she returned my efforts, her arms going around my sh
oulders as she gave me everything she had. She worked her little pussy up against me, her legs wrapped around my jean-clad hips. I wanted nothing more than to shed these fucking cockblockers and sink deep, but this definitely wasn’t about me tonight. Even if Bailey was writhing under me, primed to fuck.
Needing a break before I embarrassed myself, I pulled back, sliding a hand under her tank top and cupping a breast. Her nipple was hard and sensitive as hell if the loud moan she gave out as my thumb slipped over it was any indication. Unable to hold back anymore, I lifted the tank up and over her head, then descended and devoured her.
Bailey arched and bucked, hands grappling with any part of me she could touch as I lavished her tits with attention. “Fuck,” she breathed. “Maybe a little…”
When she didn’t continue, I glanced up at her “Harder?” I asked, then sucked her nipple deep into my mouth, hollowing my cheeks. I released her with a pop. “Or softer?” With gentle strokes, I flicked my tongue around her breast, circling her tip.
“Harder. Please.”
“Such a good girl, asking nicely.” I kissed and licked and sucked. I scraped my teeth against the hard peaks, bit down lightly to see how she’d react. Bailey was an open book, her reactions telling me everything I needed to know to make her lose her mind. Either the guys she’d been with before were idiots who couldn’t take direction or jackasses who didn’t think they needed to.
Either way, I was thankful for those pitiful fucks because without them, without her abysmal history, I had no doubt she wouldn’t be under me and I wouldn’t be wearing jeans soaked with her arousal.
“You know what makes me a good surgeon, Bailey?” I asked as I slid my way down her body. I nipped at the underside of her breast. “Patience.” I traced her belly button with my tongue. “Precision.” I bit her protruding hip, sinking my teeth in hard enough to make her gasp. “And determination.”
With hands braced on the inside of her thighs, I held her wide open with my thumbs, exposing every inch of her pretty pussy that had spent the past twenty minutes working itself over on my covered cock.
I glanced up at her from between her legs—my new favorite place in the world. “Ready to see how good I am at my work?”
Not giving her a chance to answer, I leaned forward and took a long, slow lick up the length of her slit, drowning in the taste of her. She was positively drenched, her arousal coating the inside of her thighs, her clit swollen and flushed pink and hungry for attention.
But I didn’t focus my efforts there. Instead, I took my time everywhere else. I sucked and licked and nipped at every square inch of her until she was a mess of incoherency. Her legs were shaking, her body covered in a light sheen of sweat, her fingers grappling at every part of me she could reach.
“Oh God, please. Please please please, Josh.”
It was that plea that sent me over, the breathy way she said my name at the end. Taking mercy on her, I enveloped her clit with my lips, sucking lightly before pulling back and tracing fast circles around it. I filled her with my fingers, wishing it were possible to eat her pussy all the while sitting back and watching how she fucked herself on my hand.
And she fucked herself, all right. There was nothing inhibited about Bailey as she sought her release. With her hands buried in my hair, she bucked her hips down on my fingers over and over again, growing faster and more insistent with each second. And then with a strangled moan, she came hard.
“Oh fuuuuuck.” She arched and twisted, her fingers almost painful in my hair as she held me close to her. “I can’t… It’s never… I’ve never…”
I groaned against her, loving how tightly her pussy gripped my fingers, sucking me deeper inside, knowing it’d be even tighter with my cock. As she came down, I slowed my efforts, following her lead as she rotated her hips, lazily filling her with my fingers as I brushed my tongue all over her pussy, careful to avoid direct contact with her clit. When she finally released my hair, her hands falling to her sides as she blew out a breath, I pressed a kiss to her inner thigh and slipped my fingers from inside her. Climbing up her body, I pulled the hem of my shirt up to wipe away Bailey’s pleasure.
“I’m going to be tasting everything your body refused to give for a week, Bailey.”
She chuckled softly, almost hoarse, it seemed. “I think it was more the skills of my partner than any sort of cooperation from my body.” With another sigh, she reached for me, and I obliged, gathering her in my arms as I leaned back against her headboard.
“I think you probably just had experiences with jackasses.”
“I’d say you’re probably right. At least until tonight.” She grinned up at me, then walked her fingers down my abdomen, past the waistband of my jeans, until she got to the outline of my cock. “But I wasn’t the only one complaining about my lack of orgasms.”
Palming my length through denim that was still wet from her, she hummed, then started the torture. Her hand felt so amazing, even through the material, I was ready to combust. After spending almost an hour worshiping her body, combined with the fact that I’d been nearly celibate the past two years, and I was ready to come right the fuck then. Wanting to stave off my impending orgasm as long as possible—or at least until she got my cock out of my jeans—I glanced around the room, desperate for a distraction.
“I’ve literally dreamt of this,” Bailey whispered, inching down my body. “How thick you’d feel in my hand, what you’d taste like. If you’d be gentle on me if I sucked you, or if you’d fuck my mouth. It’s one of my favorite—”
The rest of her words got lost among the rapid beat of my heart pounding in my ears. I’d searched for a distraction, and I’d found one. A picture of her and Max sat on her nightstand. It was one of my favorites—Max bent over backward on Bailey’s arm, his face pure elation as she smiled down at him, tickling his stomach. That picture—seeing the unrestrained joy on my son’s face…joy that had been missing for months after his mother passed away…was as effective as a bucket of ice water over my libido.
I’d managed to piece together my son after devastation, and I’d somehow forgotten that fact in the face of getting lucky. What the fuck had I been thinking?
I stilled her hand before she could unbutton my jeans, swallowing hard at what I needed to do. “I should go.” My voice sounded gruff, all wrong. Like I had to force the words out through unused vocal chords.
Her body went stiff, her hand curling into a fist against me. “Wait…what? I thought… Well, I mean…why?”
Removing my arm from around her, I slipped out of her bed and took a step back. “I shouldn’t be in here, Bailey. I shouldn’t have—” I cut myself off because, really, what was I going to say? I shouldn’t have licked your pussy and had you come all over my tongue? I shouldn’t have fucked you with my fingers, but at least I didn’t stick my cock in you? A+ for professionalism, Doc.
Jesus.
I’d worked so hard to give Max a safe, stable home life after the only world he’d known had been turned upside down, and I just jeopardized it all for an hour in Bailey’s bed.
“Josh, wait.” She rose to her knees, covering herself with her sheet as she crawled toward me. “Talk to me. What just happened?”
I shook my head and left her room without a word, closing the door behind me with a soft snick and hoping my lust for Bailey hadn’t just fucked up everything I’d worked toward for my son.
I woke up the next morning with my eyes crusty from crying, my heart broken, and my pussy still tingling. I would have liked to be able to say that the night before didn’t happen, but there was no way to deny it. My boss, the amazingly sexy Dr. Joshua Hutton, had gone down on me and made me come. A total first for me with a partner.
But that wasn’t really the bad part. That wasn’t the part of the story that made me cringe and want to hide in my room for…well, until I got fired and had to leave. No, the worst part was that he’d hightailed it out of the room like someone had set his ass on fire. After I’d gotten mi
ne and long before he’d gotten anything. I didn’t understand it.
He’d been hard, like really hard, and I’d only just started to make a move on him. The poor man had implied he hadn’t been with a woman in years—a blow job was the least I could do for releasing me from my partner-induced-orgasm virginity. I had grand plans of a few strokes with my hand before taking him in my mouth and showing him all I could do to make him feel good. And if he’d decided to fuck me instead of coming in my mouth? Bonus for me.
But he’d shot those plans to hell with his I should go and his I shouldn’t be here. As if I were some sort of sexual charity case—the girl whose body hated her and often refused to climax, and the doctor who could show her how good sex could be. I mean, not forever—just that once—because he’d run away and left her wondering what the hell had happened, naturally.
If he wasn’t so kind and sweet, I’d think he was a jackass.
But it was morning again, another day, another chance to see what happened. Josh wasn’t the type to be cruel, so something had to have gotten under his skin and made him run like that. I needed to figure out what so we could move past it. Even if we went back to just boss and employee—which would suck in so many not-allowed-to-suck ways.
I groaned and rolled out of bed, heading for the shower, needing a little extra time to psych myself up for what I knew would be an awkward moment downstairs. Hopefully, I’d get Josh to talk to me and we’d figure things out.
The second I walked into the kitchen, I knew this was not going to be the morning to figure things out.
Josh sat at the kitchen table, sexy-as-fuck reading glasses perched on his nose as he read on his iPad, his shoulders set and his spine stiff. The man was on the defensive. This was going to suck.
“Good morning,” I said, keeping my voice quiet and my steps light as I made my way to the cabinets.
Josh startled, as if he hadn’t expected me. A fact that made my stomach tighten even more.