Doctor Can't Get Enough

by B. B. Hamel

  “Myra,” I say gently. “I’m a doctor. If it helps, I’ve seen much, much worse.”

  “It doesn’t.” She opens her mouth.

  I pop in the pill then pour in the water. She swallows with a groan of pain.

  “Okay. Let’s give that a few minutes before we try to move you.”

  “Fine.” She closes her eyes. “I’ll just rest.”

  “Don’t fall asleep again.”

  “I won’t.”

  I nod at Bailey. She joins me out in her mother’s bedroom. I stay close to the door, just in case Myra really does fall asleep.

  “Well?” Bailey asks.

  “Honestly, I think she’s okay. I mean, no worse than she was before.”

  She gives me a dubious look. “She’s groaning in pain. There’s no way she’s still the same.”

  I sigh and sit on the edge of the bed. I gently guide Bailey down next to me and put an arm around her. I can feel her tremble gently against me.

  “Sometimes when a person lies in a position like that, especially on a hard surface like the tub, it can exacerbate the problem. Her muscles are all relaxed in the warm water and the pain just intensifies. It feels worse to her, but the condition’s probably not actually worse.”

  “That’s crazy.”

  “It’s terrible,” I agree. “But I think we just need to move her to bed and get her comfortable.”

  Bailey lets out a long breath. “I should’ve called you sooner.”

  “It’s okay. You were scared.”

  “I just… I don’t want to lose her, Westin.”

  She stares into my eyes and I can see the pain deep inside of her.

  It’s easy to tell how much she cares about her mother. I mean, the vast majority of people wouldn’t go to the lengths she’s going to. She’s risking everything for her mother and is willing to go as far as possible to help her.

  The idea of losing her mother is probably the worst thing in the world. I can’t even begin to imagine how she’s feeling, what’s going on inside her head.

  But it’s terror, I’m sure of that. It’s pure terror. She’s so afraid she’s about to lose her mother that she’s freaking out and not thinking straight.

  I’m happy I came. God, I’m happy I came. When people are so wrapped up in things like this, they can make bad decisions. Sometimes it’s best to have someone like me, an outsider. I’m not emotionally attached, not the same way she is.

  I care about Myra. I want her to get better. But I’m a doctor and she’s a patient.

  Myra is Bailey’s mother. It’s a whole different thing.

  “Come on,” I say gently. I take her hand and stand. “We need to move her.”

  “This is going to be bad, isn’t it?”

  “Yes,” I tell her straight. “Yes, it really is. But we have to do it.”

  She nods once. I can tell she’s fighting tears. “Come on then.”

  We go back into the bathroom. Myra’s awake but she looks a little more relaxed, eyes a little glassy.

  “Feeling better?” I ask her.

  “Yes, doctor.” She even smiles a bit. “Much better.”

  “Good. Myra, we’re going to move you now. Do you understand?”

  “Move me where? I don’t think so, doctor. I think I belong in this tub. I live here now.”

  “Myra.”

  “No, it’s okay. I’m part turtle. I’m amphibious. I swim.”

  I glance at Bailey and sigh. “Sorry. Drugs.”

  “Drugs? You have more?” Myra giggles.

  “Come on,” I say to Bailey. “Get a towel. I’ll drain the water.”

  I reach into the tub and pull the plug. Then I hold onto Myra’s shoulders, gently moving her into a sitting position and letting her put her weight on me. Once the water drains, Bailey wraps a towel around her mother.

  “Okay,” I say. “Ready?”

  “I told you, I’m a turtle,” Myra groans.

  “Turtles live on land, too,” I tell her. “Bailey, get ready.”

  On the count of three, we slowly lift Myra up to her feet. Bailey helps stabilize her and once she’s up far enough, I lift the woman up into my arms completely.

  She groans in pain the whole time, but she doesn’t fight us. She holds it together really well, actually. Bailey does too, keeping her cool, doing what I tell her.

  Finally, I carry Myra out into the bedroom.

  “Clothes,” I say to Bailey. She hurriedly grabs some warm clothes as I put Myra down.

  “Oh, doctor. You don’t have to dress me. I sleep naked all the time.”

  I can’t help but laugh a little. “Well, you might want to be warmed, okay?”

  “You can get in here and warm me up,” she says, grinning.

  “Another time, Myra. Don’t tempt me.”

  “Oh, doctor. I’m out of your league.”

  We both laugh and Bailey looks mortified.

  I help her get dressed. It’s not a nice process, but when it’s done, she has a warm flannel shirt and a pair of sweats on.

  “Now, wrap yourself in those blankets and sleep,” I tell Myra. “Hear me? Doctor’s orders.”

  “Yes, doctor. Oh, that was very intimate, you know.”

  “I know.” I smile at her then pat her hand gently. She squeezes my fingers and I see the first hint of real fear in her. I let her hand go and turn away, not able to linger on that look for too long.

  I can’t let myself get too attached. I need to be able to stay aloof in order to do my job.

  “I’ll be downstairs,” I say, and leave the room. I let Bailey take it from there. I head down and into the living room, switching off the TV and straightening up a little bit. It’s cleaner than the last time I was in here, probably thanks to Bailey.

  I sit on the couch but don’t have long to wait. Bailey joins me, sitting down next to me and wordlessly putting her head on my shoulder.

  “She’s sleeping,” she says with a sigh.

  “I thought she’d go right down. I mean, the drugs would knock her out.”

  “I’ve never seen her like that.”

  “I’m sorry.”

  “It’s okay.”

  We sit like that for a moment before I put my arm around her. She snuggles close and turns her chin, looking up into my eyes.

  God, she’s beautiful. The sadness and the pain only somehow make her that much more radiant. I don’t know why I do it, but I kiss her lips softly, her full, perfect lips.

  She kisses me back. It’s a small kiss at first, just a little thing. Just a way to seek out some human kindness and comfort after something ugly.

  But the small kiss turns into a bigger one. Her tongue against my tongue.

  And then she shifts herself and is straddling me, ass in my lap…

  And fuck. Her hair in my hands, pulling it rough, her tongue in my mouth, her lips hungry against mine, her hips moving in a slow grinding rotation, her perfect perky ass tight against my hard cock.

  This isn’t why I came here. This isn’t what I thought I’d be doing tonight.

  But she’s paying early. We both want it, both need it, and there’s no stopping me now.

  Not when I’ve had my taste.

  There’s no turning back.

  13

  Bailey

  I moan into his kiss and feel like a wild animal.

  We shouldn’t do this. My mom’s just upstairs, sleeping off her opiate high. He should leave and I should stay to make sure that she’s okay.

  Instead, I’m straddling him, my hot doctor, my Westin. I’m straddling him, pussy warm and dripping and juicy, as I move my hips and grind down against his cock.

  I can feel it, hard just beneath me, and god, he must be huge. He must be enormous if I can feel him.

  I don’t stop. I can’t stop. I want it so badly I can barely breathe.

  After the first two times he touched me…

  I need this right now. I need to forget. No, more than that, I need to remember that there are goo
d things in the world, and Westin can make me feel them.

  I grind against him a little faster, panting deep, moaning softly as he pulls my hair hard.

  “You’re ready, aren’t you?” he growls in my ear. “You want to start your time early.”

  “This is just a little, ah, preview.”

  “Oh, pet. You don’t know what you’re getting yourself into. I think once you get a taste, you won’t want to stop.”

  “Then don’t stop.”

  He looks me in the eyes, holding my hair tight. “I wasn’t planning on it.”

  He pulls my shirt off, throws it on the floor. He practically rips off my bra. I let it slide down as he kisses my neck in a frenzy. My back arches and his fingers run down it, rough against my skin. He licks my nipples, my perky, pink nipples, and I moan his name.

  We do it quietly. We don’t want to wake my mother, asleep just upstairs, even though there’s no way she could make it down the steps right now.

  I groan as his tongue rolls around my nipples. They’re so hard and he feels so good, cupping my breasts, licking me, kissing me. He growls and pushes me off him. I land on my feet, standing and he sits on the edge of the couch. He kisses my stomach, grips my ass, then unbuttons my jeans.

  He pulls them off and kisses my belly button. He kisses lower, down to my panties, hands grabbing my ass hard. “Oh, god, Westin,” I groan. I’m in just a pair of panties now, ripe for him, willing for him.

  I drop to my knees suddenly. I rip off his belt, tug at his jeans. They come off and he tilts my chin up, kissing me, as my hands find his hard cock over his boxer briefs.

  I stroke him, nice and slow, and groan.

  He really is huge. I mean, absolutely enormous. It takes both hands to control him, to stroke every inch of him.

  I pull his briefs forward, getting them off. His cock is hard, massively hard. He pulls his shirt up and off, throwing it on the floor. I run my fingers down his ripped abs as I take the tip of his cock into my mouth.

  I moan as I suck him slowly at first. I moan because he’s so big and I can barely even fit him. I moan because I want him, because I need him. I moan because he drives me wild and I can’t help myself.

  I suck him slowly, taking as much of him into my mouth as I can. He grabs my hair, holding tight. I feel myself gag but I keep going, sliding his cock into my throat before moving back. I suck him up and down, letting my spit slide along his shaft, bobbing my head and arching my back. I feel him lean over me and slap my ass hard as I choke and suck him.

  He pulls me back and I gasp, taking his cock in both hands. He kisses me while I stroke his tip nice and fast. He groans. “Fuck, girl. Your throat feels incredible, you know that? I want to see you suck me hard. Go ahead, suck my cock. Take every inch in your throat.”

  “I can’t,” I groan.

  “Do it anyway,” he whispers.

  I move back down, taking him in my mouth, taking as much as I can. I slide him deep into my throat but gag and can’t keep going. He groans, grabbing my hair tight, pushing me, making me suck him. I love it, my body’s pulsing with it, my pussy dripping wet, dripping down my thighs.

  He pulls me back, kisses me again, pulls me up on the couch. I straddle him and he pushes my panties aside. I bite my lip, staring at him.

  “I don’t… I don’t think it’ll fit.”

  “Oh, it will.” He grabs my ass and lowers me down. I feel his tip press against me, so wet, so soaking wet. “You’ll take every inch.”

  He grabs my hair again and I kiss him. I kiss him hard, desperate, hungry, as I slowly go back, back, back… sliding back down his shaft.

  I moan as he fills me, slowly, so agonizingly slow. Pleasure and pain, ecstasy, intensity. It all hits me at once as his cock slides deeper into my pussy.

  He fills me up. God, he fills me to the brim. He’s almost too big, just almost. He stretches me wide and I slide down as deep as I can, clenching my thighs tight, holding him there.

  I want to feel him there for a second. I kiss him as his hands cup my breasts then move down to grab my ass. I want to feel him deep between my legs, god, yes.

  Slowly I move back up. I wrap my arms around his neck and start to ride him. I’m soaking, gushy, overflowing, dripping down his massive shaft. I move faster as his hands grip my ass, spreading me wide before spanking me hard.

  I gasp a little.

  “Don’t be fucking shy,” he growls in my ear. “Go ahead. Ride my cock like you’ve been dreaming. I know you’ve been thinking about it, girl.”

  “I have,” I moan. “God, I have.”

  “Go ahead. Ride every fucking inch. I know you want to.”

  I buck back and move faster. I’m riding him, taking him deep inside me. I moan and move, letting the pleasure and the pain all make me feel that much better, that much more alive.

  I let it remind me of all the good.

  He slaps my ass again and thrusts his cock inside me. I groan and lean forward as he thrusts into me. I grab onto the back of the couch and he fucks me, fast and hard, merciless and rough. I love it, my breasts bouncing in his face, my back arched. He spanks me rough, rougher, thrusting, pumping in my tight pussy.

  I gasp and push back and hold there, breathing hard, sweat on my skin. He grins at me, kissing me, lets me stay there for a second, savoring the intense pleasure of his cock deep inside me.

  “Don’t move,” he whispers. “Just feel me.”

  I kiss his lips slow. I move my hips, just a little bit, grinding his cock deeper into my pussy.

  Slowly he pulls me up his shaft. I start to ride him again, but this time we’re taking is easy, taking it slower. Pleasure glows all through me, and my moans are getting louder as his thrusts get a little bit more forceful. He licks my nipples, sucks them, bites my shoulder and spanks my ass. And I love it, god, I love it.

  He pulls me up suddenly and pushes me aside. He turns me around, getting me down on all fours on the couch. I look over my shoulder at him as he spreads my legs. He leans forward, licking my ass, sucking my pussy, before pushing his cock deep inside.

  I gasp and roll my hips. “Oh my god,” I whisper.

  He lets out a soft growl, grabs my hair tight. He pulls back and leans forward. “You’re tight and soaking wet, girl. Just like I knew you would be. You’re dripping for me whenever I’m around, aren’t you? Dripping wet with honey for me, begging for me to lick it up, ready for me to fuck your tight cunt. You love it, don’t you? You’re filthy for me, Bailey.”

  “Yes,” I moan. “Oh, god, yes.”

  He starts to fuck me faster. His cock slides in and out of my pussy and I’m still dripping wet, dripping down my thighs, dripping all over his rock-hard shaft. He fucks me and growls, grabbing my hips, spanking my ass. He spanks me so hard, I know I’ll have a bruise, and I love it. God, I love it. I can’t wait to see his fingerprints on my ass later.

  He thrusts inside me before grabbing my hair, pulling me back. He kisses me over my shoulder, our tongues and lips working together. I moan into the kiss as he grabs my hair tighter, cock buried between my legs, pleasure ripping all through my body.

  “It feels so good,” I groan, not sure where the words even come from. I feel like I’m floating. “God, you feel so good.”

  “You feel like heaven. Every night we get together and I think about fucking you like this, my pet. I think about fucking you rough, ripping into your tight little cunt, making you sweat, making you moan. I want to break you in, Bailey. I want to make you whisper my name, scream my name. I want you to come all over my thick cock and when we’re done, I want you lying in a puddle of your sweat and cum and I want you ready for more.

  “Do you understand me? I want you ready for more.”

  His voice growls in my mind and I can’t help myself. I’m moaning, heedless of anything, reckless and wild with him. He fucks me hard, hands on my hips, ripping into my tight pussy. He’s taking me, taking me, taking me for his. I know it, he knows it. He’s taking me and there’s
no stopping this, not even if I wanted to.

  But I don’t. I can’t. It feels too good.

  This is what I need, this is what I need to cleanse all the nastiness, all the wrong. I need this so badly I can barely breathe for it.

  He growls in my ear again and fucks me deeper, harder, rocking into me now, really sliding deep inside my tight pussy.

  I’m bucking my hips back again him. I’m sweating, slick with it, slick with my own juice. I’m slick with need for him and we’re not stopping. “God, yes,” I gasp. “Fuck me, Westin. Fuck me, doctor.”

  He rips into my pussy. I can’t help myself. I can’t take it anymore. I’m bucking back against him, pushing back along his shaft, taking him deep and rough, my breasts shaking, my pussy gripping him tight. I moan, deep and low, and I can feel it growing between my legs, the pleasure ready, the pleasure mounting.

  “That’s right,” he growls. “God damn right. Come for me, filthy girl. I want you to fucking come on my big fat cock. Come for me.”

  “Westin!” I gasp, pushing back, and I feel it then, I feel it hit me like a train.

  I come hard, the whole world going dark and black and wavy. I swear my vision tunnels, but he doesn’t stop. He fucks me harder, holding my arms, taking me rough, taking me for his own.

  I say his name over and over, moaning it, not able to stop. He rips into me, fucking me, taking me. And I feel him stiffen, hear him groan, and take him deep inside.

  He comes, filling me. I feel it, I can feel every little drop. He fills me so deep, so rough, I love it. He practically overflows from my pussy and I need more, god, I need more.

  We finish together, sweating, groaning. He wraps his arms around me and holds me tight, kissing me softly, wiping sweat from my brow, hair from my eyes.

  “Good girl,” he whispers, grinning. “That was a good start.”

  “Good start?” I stare at him, pulse pounding. “I don’t think I’m going to walk straight for a month.”

  He chuckles softly. “Good.”

  We kiss, long and slow.

  But it doesn’t last. It can’t last, not forever.

  We finally get dressed. I walk with him to the door and linger there as he steps outside.