by B. B. Hamel
And takes off her shoes and socks.
“Doesn’t count!” I protest.
“It’s clothing,” she says.
I frown but decide not to press the point.
More questions. She gets six in a row and I’m starting to think she’s going to win this after all.
But then I ask her where the first spinal disc is found.
She stares at me blankly.
“We didn’t go over this,” she says.
“Yes, we did. It was one of the very first things I said.”
She shifts uncomfortably. “Shit. Shit, I know it.”
“You don’t have forever.”
“Between… thoracic vertebrae 2 and 3?”
“So close.” I grin huge. “But wrong. Cervical vertebrae 2 and 3.”
“Shit!”
“Strip.”
She stands, takes off her jeans, and sits back down. She crosses her legs angrily. “I hate this.”
“I love it.”
I walk closer to her. I can’t help myself. She’s nearly naked now, arms crossed over her breasts. But her legs are bare up to her panties and I get a beautiful glimpse of her smooth skin and supple curves. My cock’s half hard as I stare.
“Come on,” she says. “Ask more.”
“You want me to keep going?” I ask softly.
She blushes a little. “I mean, we can stop. If you want.”
“You don’t want me to stop. You want me to keep going, don’t you?”
“I want to win.”
“Darling, you won’t win. We’ll just keep playing until you’re naked.”
She stares at me, a little anger in her eyes… but there’s also something else.
Passion. Desire.
“You’re thinking about that down payment, aren’t you?” I say softly. “You want to lose, don’t you?”
“No.”
But she’s lying.
“Did you get that last one wrong on purpose?”
She hesitates.
“You did, didn’t you?” I smirk at her and step closer. “Stand up.”
“Westin.”
“Stand up, Bailey. Right now.”
She bites her lip and does as I command.
God damn, she’s beautiful. Sexy, lean, gorgeous. I can’t keep my hands to myself… fuck, I won’t.
“Turn around.”
She hesitates only a second but she obeys. She turns around, lets me look at her perky ass. She even stands on her toes for me, blushing a little bit, before turning back to face me.
“Take the rest of it off,” I say.
She reaches behind her and unhooks her bra. She lets it slide off, uncovering her beautiful fucking breasts. They don’t move an inch once the bra is gone and I’m so fucking hard I can barely breathe.
But what gets me is when she takes off her panties.
She turns around and lets me watch from behind.
God damn. That ass is beautiful and that pussy, that mound…
My god. I swear, I can see how wet she is, already dribbling down her thighs.
“Come here.” My voice is hoarse with desire. She steps toward me, walking light, up on her toes. She stares at me, mouth hanging open, her face and body blushing red with desire and embarrassment and need. She comes closer… closer…
I reach out, take her hair, pull her against me. I hold her tight and kiss her, letting her beautiful, naked body press against mine.
7
Bailey
I think I’ve gone insane.
That’s the only explanation. That’s the only reason I’d strip down in front of Westin like that and walk over to him.
I must’ve lost my mind.
But no, I know I haven’t.
He’s right. I’ve been thinking about him. I’ve been picturing his mouth between my legs… and I’ve needed more.
I want it so badly I can barely breathe when he’s around.
I can barely think.
That’s probably why I couldn’t pay attention before. But as soon as he made it about my body, suddenly my brain turned on.
He was half right about what he said, about me getting some wrong on purpose.
Except I got them all wrong on purpose. Not just the one.
I knew them all. And yet I answered them wrong just to strip for him.
It’s wrong, so wrong, but I can’t help myself. I’m buzzing, purring, rolling with need for him.
He grabs my hair tight, tongue against my tongue, our kiss desperate and deep. I let him hold me tight, warm my naked body, before he pushes me back.
I stumble, eyes wide. He follows me and lifts me up into the air. I gasp, wrapping my legs around him as he kisses me hard and turns me, putting me back down on top of the table he was using for his desk.
I squirm and push against him. I feel his hands in my hair then down my back, caressing me, touching my body. He cups my breasts, teases my nipples. His lips touch my neck and I moan, not able to help myself.
“You drive me wild, Bailey,” he whispers. “I keep thinking about what I’ll do with you. Do you want to know?”
“Yes,” I groan.
His fingers glide down my skin. He touches my nipples, my breasts, and moves down toward my pussy. I spread my legs, almost unconsciously, before his fingertip finds my soaking slit.
He traces the length of me, top to bottom, spreading my folds.
“Oh, god,” I groan, biting down on his shoulder.
He groans as his finger finds my clit. I’m soaking wet, dripping down onto the table. He teases me, pushing his fingers inside and pulling them back out to work around my clit again.
“I think I’ll tie you up,” he murmurs. “Completely naked, legs spread. I think I can tease you for an entire day, walk you to the edge of getting off before stopping. But once I finally give you what you crave…” His fingers push deep inside and I groan.
“What else?” I ask, leaning back on my hands, legs spread and staring at him.
He looks at me, eyes roaming my body, my breasts, my lips, my pussy, his fingers still inside me. He leans forward, one hand on the tabletop, the other teasing my pussy.
“I’ll taste every inch of you to start,” he whispers. His fingers slide in and out, fucking me now, and I throw my head back, my hair spilling down my back. “I’ll lick your delicious little clit, your nipples, your ass. I’ll lick you until you scream for me.”
“More,” I groan.
“I’ll make you suck my cock. I’ll make you gag on it, make you lick it top to bottom. I’ll make you come on my fat cock then lick yourself off my shaft. I’ll make you swallow my cum, over and over again, and I’ll make you beg for more when I’m finally finished. But most of all, my pet, I’m going to take you.”
He kisses me then and I kiss him back, leaning forward. I grab onto his hair and roll my hips, wild with it now. I’m losing myself in the fantasy, needing more, more of him, more, so much more.
He kisses me and slides his fingers deep into my pussy before finally pushing me back again. He kisses my breasts, tongue teasing my nipples as his fingers slide deep inside. He teases them faster, licking, sucking, before finally dropping down between my legs.
I groan as his tongue finds my clit. He licks me in circles, crossing all around my swollen bud, while his fingers stay buried inside. I’m moaning now, reckless with it, wild with the orgasm building inside my body.
He takes me so easily, pushes me so easily, knows what to do with me. “Westin,” I groan. “I want to be yours. I want you to have it all.”
“Every inch,” he growls. “My cock buried between your legs. I’ll fuck you, pump deep inside, fill you to the brim and make you moan until I give you more. I’ll fuck you rough, my dear Bailey, and I’ll fuck you gentle. I’ll fuck you until you forget what it’s like to feel anything but pure carnal pleasure.”
He licks and sucks me again, faster now. My legs are spread wide and I’m leaning back on my hands, moaning, shaking, groaning, breasts
bouncing with each juddering breath.
His tongue is wild and feels like perfect fire along my skin. Pleasure rips through my body as he laps me up, sucking and licking me, making me wild, driving me insane with need. His fingers press deeper and deeper, hitting my spot, making me groan. I grab his hair and push him harder against my pussy, making him taste me, making him drink me in.
And he does it, greedy and sloppy and perfect.
“Westin,” I moan. “Oh my god.”
He growls in response. He’s an animal, insatiable, intense.
“You like my tongue on your little cunt?” he asks me, fingers deep inside. He takes my hair with his other hand and kisses me. I can taste my pussy on his lips, his tongue, and it just makes me wetter.
“You like it when I slide these fingers in your tight pussy. But you’d rather that I fucked you right here and now, wouldn’t you?”
“Oh, god,” I moan, and he’s right, he’s so right. I want him so badly it hurts.
“You want me to fuck your tight pussy rough, hard, deep and long. You want me to fill you with my seed. You want me to make you swallow every drop of it, beg for more. You want me to fuck your tight cunt over and over again, make your body shake, make you get down on your knees and beg for me to let you finally, finally come. Isn’t that right, pet?”
“Westin,” I moan. “Oh my god, yes.”
He growls and pulls me down off the table. I gasp as he turns me around and spanks my ass. He spanks me hard, bending me over, spreading my legs wide.
He controls me. He dominates me. I can’t do anything right now, anything that he doesn’t explicitly want. I’m all his.
This is a taste of what it’ll be like when he owns me, after the surgery. When I finally give him what he wants.
Which is me, all of me.
God, I can’t wait for that.
I can’t wait and I know it.
He spanks me again, pulling my hair. His fingers find my pussy again from behind and start to fuck me. I gasp and groan, bent over the table…
And he kneels down, spreading my ass.
He licks me from behind.
I gasp, looking over my shoulder. He smirks at me, spanks my ass, licks me again. “Delicious,” he purrs as pleasure rips through me.
It’s so dirty, it’s so right. I let him suck and lick me from behind while his fingers find my clit, teasing me, working me, making me wild with need.
I roll my hips and moan his name. I’m begging, I know I am. I can’t help myself.
He stands again, spanks me, fingers buried inside my pussy. He kisses me over my shoulder and I can taste myself again. I love it, love my taste, love that he’s covered in it.
He turns me, lifts me back up. He spreads me again and kisses me before sucking my breasts. He moves down, finds my clit, nibbles it, sucks it. I can feel my pulse between my legs as my body tenses, getting closer and closer.
He doesn’t stop, doesn’t slow. He fucks me with his fingers and sucks my clit faster. I’m moaning, grabbing his hair. My back’s curled, my hips are moving. I’m getting into it and the table’s shaking, but I’m not stopping.
He pushes me back, takes control. His tongue is like heaven, his fingers somehow better. He does both at the same time and keeps them going in perfect harmony, moving in sync with my hips and my moans.
We don’t stop. We go faster, faster. I’m moaning, panting, groaning. “Westin,” I gasp. “Fuck. Please. Westin.”
He moves faster, pushing me further. I’m so incredibly wet. I’m dribbling down his mouth, down onto the tabletop, and he’s not stopping.
I’m close and he knows it. I feel him moving faster, his fingers hitting my spot perfectly. He moves up, kisses my lips, and I grab his hair. I’m desperate for it, so desperate. “Let me taste you come,” he whispers, licking my clit again.
I gasp and arch my back. I feel it now, feel it building so fast.
He keeps going, going, licking, sucking, and I can’t stop myself.
I come hard. I grab his hair and the world blacks out. Everything’s gone, there’s only pleasure and him, him, him. Westin, god, Westin, it feels so fucking good, I come so hard I swear I black out. But when I come to, there’s still him, licking me slow, nice and slow.
I moan as he finally slides his fingers out from inside me. I’m dripping onto the table, legs spread wide, my breath coming in gasps. He grabs my hair and presses his fingers into my mouth. I know what he wants. I clean his fingers off, sucking my juice off them, until he finally steps away.
He stares at me, passion lighting his entire body, but he doesn’t move.
He wants to fuck me. He wants to slide his cock inside my wet, soaked little pussy, right here and now. I’m gaping for him… I’m right here. He can step up and take me if he wants. I won’t stop him… I’m actually begging for it.
But instead, I slide off the table.
I get dressed.
“Same time tomorrow?” I ask.
His nod is tight. “Same time and place.”
“See you then.”
He nods again, doesn’t speak.
I walk away. I leave him there. I let him suffer, just a little bit.
Even though really, I’m only hurting myself.
Because I want it. God, I want it. I’ll give myself completely to him for two weeks… but I think I might do it sooner. I think that down payment was just a start.
I think I want to pay him now, right now. I want to feel it so badly it almost hurts.
But I need to focus.
He’s right about that. My mother’s life, her health, hangs in the balance.
I need to focus and do this right.
I am going to do it right. No more messing around.
From here on out, I’m not giving up.
8
Westin
I can’t get her taste from my lips for the rest of that week.
We don’t do that strip studying again, although we do meet each night in the basement of the hospital. We go through basic anatomy, focusing on the region I’ll be operating on. But it’s slow, so fucking slow, and as the week slowly passes, I start to worry that we might not make it.
This isn’t her fault, of course. She’s smart actually, very smart. She picks up on things I don’t even need to teach her. She remembers what I say, when I say it, at least when she’s focused.
And all week, she’s razor sharp.
It’s impressive. When I first met her, I knew she was special. I knew she was capable and motivated. But I didn’t know just how smart she actually is.
She could’ve been a doctor, easily. Clearly though, her mother’s health issues have held her back.
Doesn’t matter. What-ifs don’t matter.
We’re here and now, that’s all.
The week drags on, and finally, on Friday, we meet in the basement like usual. But I decide to change things up.
“Let’s get dinner,” I say.
She frowns at me, cocks her head. “What?”
“Dinner. Eat. You hungry?”
“It’s one in the morning.”
“So?”
She laughs a little. “Okay. I guess I am hungry. But we need to study.”
“That’s okay. We’ll study tomorrow.”
She frowns and crosses her arms. “Seriously, Westin. I’m only here for my mom. I’m not interested in going out on a date with you.”
“Who said it was a date?”
“Westin—”
“Bailey. Call it a working dinner, then.”
“Come on. We need to study. I’m so far behind and time is ticking and—”
“Bailey.” I have to growl her name this time to get her to stop. I step closer, glaring at her sternly. “We need a break.”
She glares right on back, but I can see a crack in her facade. “We don’t. It’s only a month.”
“We do. You’ve been working hard, really hard. You’ve been progressing faster than I thought. We just need one little break.�
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She finally sighs, relaxes a little. “I don’t know.”
“Trust me. Can you just do that?”
“Fine. Okay? Fine. Let’s go eat.”
I grin and take her hand. She looks a little surprised but I pull her along behind me, over to the elevators. We ride them up together but she doesn’t drop my hand the whole way, blushing a little bit and looking up at the ceiling like something very interesting is painted up there.
I grin and squeeze her palm as we step into the lobby then out onto the sidewalk.
I take her to one of my favorite spots. It’s an all-night diner, one of the few in the city. Of course it exists right next to a hospital, since this is one of the few places that actually wants food late into the night, where people are always awake.
“Come on,” I say, leading her in.
It’s like we step back in time to the fifties. Except the place isn’t all brand new and shining. It’s like the place was literally built in the fifties and never updated, not once.
“Nice,” she comments as we grab a booth in the corner. The padding was clearly slashed open but covered over by matching red tape.
“It’ll grow on you,” I tell her.
The waitress comes with menus, looking bored. “Drinks?” she asks.
“Whiskey for me. Wine for her.”
The woman nods and walks off.
“They serve alcohol here?” Bailey asks with a laugh.
“Sure. Makes sense.”
She sighs and looks over the menu. “What’s good here?”
“Nothing.”
She hesitates then laughs again. “Great.”
“Seriously, it’s all fine. Get whatever you want. It’s on me.”
“Of course it’s on you.”
I watch her while she goes through the menu. She’s so fucking pretty it’s almost painful to watch. The waitress comes back with drinks and I smile at her. She’s an older woman, probably been working the late shift for years now.
“Pancakes,” I say.
“Right. Pancakes.” The waitress writes it down. “And you?”
“French toast.”
She nods, writes, grabs the menus, and leaves.
I raise an eyebrow at Bailey. She just shrugs in return.