Doctor Can't Get Enough

by B. B. Hamel

  “Can I really be so arrogant if I’m right all the time?”

  “Absolutely.”

  He laughs and the waitress comes back a few minutes later with our drinks, a whiskey for him and a white wine for me. We put in our dinner orders and she’s gone again, leaving us alone at the table, with just a single candle between us.

  I sip my wine and he talks about what things were like when he was just a first year. “It was impossible,” he says, shaking his head. “I mean, they treat you like you know everything, but we were just practically kids.”

  “What changed?”

  “Experience,” he says, shrugging. “I was always good at surgery, probably the best in my class. But hundreds of surgeries later and I’m so much better than I was.”

  “How’d you start doing the risky surgeries?”

  “Ah,” he says, smiling. “Well. Luck, honestly.”

  “Luck? Doesn’t sound lucky to me.”

  “I had a patient, a lot like your mom. Chronic pain, nowhere else to turn. We had a different admin back then, a woman that I really liked. She cared about patients but wasn’t great about the bottom line, so the board replaced her.”

  “That’s a shame,” I say. “Happens a lot, doesn’t it?”

  “Everywhere. It’s always about the bottom line and shareholder value.” He makes a face. “But anyway. That patient. She needed a surgery that nobody else at the hospital would do. And I liked her, you now? Her name was Veronica, but she made me called her Ronny. She was funny as hell, I always liked visiting her.”

  “What happened?” I ask.

  “Well, I pushed for the surgery. I tried to get someone with more experience to take her on, but nobody would. And then one morning, the admin came to me and said, listen, Westin, nobody’s going to do it. Stop bugging them and do it yourself. Just get the woman’s consent and do it already. So that’s exactly what I did.”

  “How is she now?” I ask.

  “The surgery was a success. She’s not in pain anymore, as far as I know. Haven’t heard from her in years, but I’m sure she’s out there, somewhere.”

  I smile a little bit, sip my wine. “That’s a good story.”

  “They’re not all good stories,” he admits. “Some have unhappy endings. That one just happened to work out. I got a taste for the risk, for taking on a challenge nobody else would take on… and I rolled with it. I got myself a reputation.”

  “Is that why the new admin let you keep doing those surgeries?”

  “That’s right,” he says, laughing. “By then I was bringing in more patients and making more money than any other surgeon in the hospital. So she let me just keep on doing my thing, right up until the point that I started costing the hospital more than I was bringing in.”

  “The bottom line,” I say softly, shaking my head. “I’m sorry, Westin. It sounds like you found your passion. Not a lot of people find it.”

  “What’s your passion?” he asks, leaning toward me with a little smile on his face.

  “My passion,” I echo softly then just shrug. “Who knows?”

  “Come on. There has to be something you’ve always wanted to do.”

  I look down at the tablecloth for a second and take a long sip of wine. He’s watching me intently and I squirm a little bit under his gaze.

  “No, it’s dumb,” I say finally.

  “Come on. I’m not going to judge you.”

  “You definitely are.”

  He laughs a little but shakes his head. “Come on. You know better than that.”

  I watch him carefully and I’m about to talk but the waitress comes with our food. She places down a perfect plate of spaghetti and meatballs, so perfect it looks like a movie prop. He thanks the waitress and she leaves before he leans closer.

  “You’re not off the hook,” he says.

  I bite my lip. “I want to be a skydiving instructor.”

  He leans back in his seat, blinking. “A… what?”

  “Skydiving instructor. I want to teach people how to skydive.”

  “You’ve gone skydiving?”

  I feel my cheeks turn red. “I mean, no, but I want to.”

  I expect him to laugh. Every time I tell people I want to be a skydiving instructor, they laugh at me. For good reason. It’s a stupid dream to have. Most people want to be something famous or something that makes money or helps people, but I just want to teach people how to fall from an airplane.

  I want to teach them how to fly.

  “Okay,” he says, nodding. “That’s a pretty cool idea.”

  I narrow my eyes. “Don’t be an asshole.”

  “I’m not. You want to teach people how to skydive. That’s pretty cool. I mean, you’d better skydive yourself first, but you have a dream.”

  I sigh a little. “I can’t tell if you’re being a dick or not.”

  “I’m not,” he says softly and raises his glass. “To doing what we want.”

  I clink with him and drink. We start eating then and conversation lapses a bit, but it never gets uncomfortable.

  My cheeks are red and I feel all warm and fuzzy by the time we’re finished. Despite how much of an asshole he can be, he’s actually being nice for once. And for some reason, that makes me glow with pride.

  We laugh and joke. He tells me more about his fears as a young doctor, and slowly he goes from this insane egomaniac with a desire to take me as his sex toy and turns into something a little more… human.

  He has a past, he has hopes, he has fears.

  Those are the kinds of things I want to share with him. Well, maybe one day. Maybe after this.

  We finish eating, have another drink, and he pays the bill. We wander out into the night and he puts his arm around my shoulders again.

  I smile a little bit. I look up into his handsome face and I let myself fall for it. I let myself get sucked into the fantasy of being his girl, even if I’m not, even if I’m just some toy he wants to use up until there’s nothing left.

  I’ll let him use me. God, so long as it’ll feel good, I want him to.

  “What do you think?” he asks. “It’s early. Want to come home with me?”

  His voice is so deep, so sultry, so seductive. “I don’t know,” I say. “I think you’re just trying to get me naked again.”

  He laughs, tightening his grip with his arm. “That’s exactly what I want,” he says softly. “I think it’s what you want, too.”

  I look up into his eyes and he kisses me, right there on the sidewalk. We stop and he kisses me and I feel it run down my spine, build between my legs. I’m wet, I’m thrilled, I’m more excited than I should be. I need to calm down, need to think rationally.

  “Okay,” I say instead. “Take me home then.”

  He grins and bundles me into the car. We don’t drive long and I’m surprised that he doesn’t live across the city or something. We park out in front of a nice-looking apartment building and ride the elevator up to the top floor.

  “Here we are,” he says, taking me down to the end of a short hall. There are only two other rooms on this entire floor, as far as I can tell.

  He opens the door, flips on the light, and I swear I take a sharp breath.

  This apartment is beautiful, open, and airy. There are huge windows overlooking the city with designer furniture and art hanging on the walls.

  “I know,” he says, grinning at me. “Nice, right? After I bought the place, I hired this super overpriced interior designer. She went nuts and I guess it really did turn out pretty nice.”

  “It’s gorgeous,” I say.

  “Art’s real, although I’m not super into it. She paid a fortune for the stuff at auction. Nearly wiped me out at the time.” He laughs and leads me into a modern kitchen, gleaming and sleek. He keeps the place neat and clean without any clutter.

  That doesn’t surprise me. He’s always so precise and serious. Even though his office is a mess, I’m not surprised his home is perfect and pristine.

  “So
this is where you escape from it all,” I say, finally finding my voice.

  “Exactly. Wine?”

  I shrug, suddenly nervous. I don’t know why. It’s not like this hasn’t happened before. Well, not this exactly, but what comes next.

  Still, I’m nervous. He pours two glasses of red. I sip mine before walking to the back wall of windows and look out at the city, the lights on in every building, twinkling like stars.

  “I know,” he says, coming up behind me. I feel his hand on the small of my back, just above my ass. I can feel my heart beating hard in my throat, between my legs. “It’s almost a little much, right?”

  “It’s beautiful,” I say.

  “The windows sold me on this place. It’s a bitch to heat and cool but these windows are gorgeous.”

  “Can people see us?” I ask him, suddenly feeling vulnerable.

  “Who cares?” he whispers, his hand coming up to brush through my hair. I feel him tighten it, grabbing a fistful of it. “Don’t you want them to watch?”

  I let out an involuntary groan as he kisses my neck. I put my glass of wine down on a little end table as I turn to him.

  “You know we shouldn’t, right?” I ask as he backs me up against the window. “I mean, this just complicates things.”

  “I know,” he admits, putting his own wine down and puts both hands in my hair before moving them down to my hips. “We should try and wait until after the surgery is done.”

  “But you’re not going to wait, are you?”

  “Absolutely not,” he whispers in my ear, his voice low and driving and wild. “I think I’d rather have you down on your knees right now. Do you think you could suck my cock for whoever’s watching?”

  I moan as he kisses me and I let him do what he wants.

  16

  Westin

  I want to taste her body so badly I can barely breathe.

  As soon as she’s in my apartment, I know what I’m going to do. And as soon as she’s in front of that window, I can’t hold back a second longer.

  I need to feel her. I want her lips wrapped around my cock and I want her to do it right here, right where anyone can see.

  I think she likes the idea.

  She’s shivering in my arms, her body pressed tight against mine. I push her against the glass and hold her hips, kissing her mouth, her neck. I pull her sweater up and off, throwing it on the floor. She wore that thing just to drive me wild and it fucking worked.

  God, her body is incredible. Tight and lean and perky. I palm her breasts before taking her bra off. It slips down her arms and onto the floor between us. I kiss her neck, her nipples, licking them, sucking them, teasing them with my teeth as I push her back against the window. I pin her hands there and listen to her moans. They drive me fucking wild.

  I kiss her mouth again as her hands come down to unbuckle my belt. I let her do the work, getting it off, before my pants come down. She drops to her knees in front of me, pulling them to the floor. I step out as I take off my shirt and she pulls down my boxer briefs.

  “Fuck,” I growl as she takes my cock in her hand. I’m hard already and getting even harder as she takes me into her mouth. She sucks my tip slowly, looking up at me with these gorgeous little eyes.

  “Is this what you want?” she asks, stroking me with both hands. I’m fucking steel now, so hard I can barely contain it. I grab her hair tight and pull it back, kissing her.

  “Damn right,” I moan. I let her take my cock into her mouth again, sucking me slowly, top to bottom. She gags, barely able to take me entirely into her throat, but I love watching her try. “I want everyone to see you suck my cock, pet,” I whisper. “Look at you, so fucking sexy. Your body is incredible, your back is perfect, your hair is gorgeous. And those pretty lips belong wrapped around my big cock, sucking me fucking dry.”

  She moans and sucks me faster. She bobs up, her breasts shaking, moving and rolling her tongue and lips along my shaft. I groan, loving it, loving the way she takes every single inch of my rock-hard cock, or at least tries to. I tease her breasts, taking her nipples in my fingers, and she moans as she sucks me.

  Fuck, she’s gorgeous. Every inch of her smooth skin makes me want to shiver and kiss her. I grab her hair and press her down, fucking her mouth, letting her gag and groan. I pull her back and she strokes me with both hands, looking up into my eyes.

  I can’t take it anymore. I pull her to her feet and turn her, get her hands up on the glass. Let the whole city see her perfect, perky breasts.

  I kneel down behind her and get her jeans off. I peel them down her skin, opening her like a present. That beautiful ass drives me wild and I spank her before I pull her panties down.

  Naked and gorgeous, I spread her legs, bend her forward, and lick her ass top to bottom. She gasps, groans, and I lick her from behind, tongue tasting her skin and pussy, letting her dripping honey cover my mouth. I love her taste, it drives me wild, and I slide two fingers deep into her pussy before spanking her ass hard with my hand.

  She moans, rolling her hips. “Westin,” she gasps. “Seriously. Someone can see us.”

  “I want them to,” I growl. “I want them to see what they’re missing. Look at you, Bailey. You’re dripping wet, letting it drip all along your thighs, begging for my cock. You’re fucking starving for my big cock, aren’t you?”

  “Yes,” she moans.

  “You’re starving for my cock, you dirty girl.” I stand and lean over her, my cock pressed against her gaping pussy, teasing her. “You want me to fill you up and fuck you until you’re screaming my name. You want to come so hard, you’re just a puddle of pleasure, lying on the floor. Isn’t that right?”

  “God, yes,” she whispers and kisses me over her shoulder.

  I kiss her slow and press my cock against her pussy. She’s so wet I can easily just thrust inside of her, but I take it slow. I want to tease her, make her wild, ratchet up the tension until she can barely stand it.

  I slowly slide inside. She groans as I fill her, spreading her wide open. She wiggles her hips and I fit further until I’m up to the brim, every inch of my enormous cock stretching her tight pussy.

  “Oh, god,” she moans. “Oh my god, Westin. You’re so big. I didn’t think you’d even fit.”

  “You knew,” I grow;, pulling her hair. “You can pretend you’re so sweet and innocent, pet, but I know better.”

  I stroke in and out of her. She takes me slow at first. She’s sweating already, beads of it rolling down her breasts. I cup them and take her hard, make her start riding me. She presses her hands against the glass and uses that for leverage, bucking back against me.

  She rides my cock and I let her do the work. I spank her round ass once, twice, nice and hard. I’ll leave another handprint, I’ll leave a damn permanent handprint when I’m done with her. She rides faster, moaning, sweating. I pull her hair and thrust with her, fucking her hard, making her breasts shake.

  She gasps and I slow, reaching around to tease her clit. She moans and I feel her legs shaking with the strain.

  I roll her clit under my fingers, my cock buried between her legs, deep inside. She moans and shudders, her body heaving with pleasure as I work her clit. She loves it, goddamn, she loves it, I can feel her pussy clenching down tight on my cock.

  I give another growl and start to fuck her again. I can’t help myself. I’m pulsing with animal need for her.

  I pull her away from the window. We head to my couch, stumbling together, limbs tangled together. We fall backward and she lands straddling me, but doesn’t waste any time. She pushes back and slips me back inside, starts to ride me fast.

  “Look at you,” I growl, kissing her neck, teasing her breasts with my hands. “You love riding my big, fat cock, don’t you?”

  “Yes,” she gaps. “Oh, fuck, yes, Westin.”

  “You really do want to be my little toy. My fuck toy. Come on, pet. Tell me how badly you want it.”

  “Please,” she moans. “Keep me in your room
. Tie me up. Fill me.”

  “Damn right,” I say. I put my fingers in her mouth and she sucks them as she rides before I pull them back and tease her nipples. I suck and lick them then grab her ass, spreading it wide, and thrust my cock deep, over and over.

  She’s still so slick, her honey rolling down my shaft. She gasps, riding, her body tense and bucking. I growl and fuck her, needing to fill her up, fill her deep.

  I’m so lost in the pleasure of her body. Nothing else exists for me, nothing else in the world. There’s only her, riding my fat cock, moaning and panting, gasping my name over and over, her body tense and sweating.

  “I want to fill you to the brim,” I whisper. “My little pet. I want to fill you up, come deep between your legs, make you moan and whisper my name while you take my cock over and over again.”

  “Yes,” she gasps. “Oh god yes Westin. I’m so close.”

  I grab her hips and turn her. I put her back down, face down on the couch, ass up in the air. She wiggles her hips, needing it, not able to wait another second.

  I grab her and thrust my cock deep inside. I spank her ass and fuck her hard. We’re both sweating now, panting, groaning, pleasure so deep and intense that it’s hard to describe.

  We’re moving together as one, letting it peak, letting it flow.

  “Fuck,” she gasps, her back arching. I hit her just right, fucking her hard now, rough. I pull one hand back, making her lean further down, face on the couch cushions. I rip into her, spanking against her hard, not slowing.

  She moans, groaning, gasping. “Please,” she says. “Oh, please, please, please, Westin. Fuck me harder. Don’t stop.”

  I growl my pleasure and I take her. My little toy, my little pet. She’s all mine, every inch, every wet inch of her dripping beautiful pussy, the perfect curves of her body, her perky breasts, her pink nipples, it’s all mine, god, it’s all mine.

  I can barely take it anymore. I thrust harder, letting the moment overwhelm us both.

  “Fuck, Westin,” she gasps, and I can feel her starting to come. Her pussy clenches as it takes her over, ripping through her muscles, driving her wild with intense pleasure. She says my name, over and over as the orgasm takes her, and I growl back, feral and lost.