by Wild, Cassie
The message ended. I squeezed my eyes shut, then opened them and swiped my hand across my brow. I looked up, almost guiltily, worried somebody might be staring at me as I sat there in my car.
Then I realized with a shaky laugh that even if everybody from the ED was gathered around my car with popcorn and drinks, they’d see nothing but fogged up glass.
I was breathing so hard, the windows were completely obscured.
I was wet and aroused, so turned on, I almost couldn’t believe it. And all I’d done was read some naughty texts.
And in my dream, you tell me you want me to fuck your ass.
So I do. I get you all wet and slick and ready for me. Since you’re a doctor and you know about anal play, I imagine you know what I’d have to do.
But since you can’t tell me right now, I’ll describe it, just to be certain.
I’ll have to lubricate you. I’ve already had my finger inside you. I know you’ve never taken a man there before. That nasty little pocket’s just too tight.
I scrolled on, clenching my thighs together against the ache there.
So we’ll have to take it slow. I’ll get some lube and make you wet, as wet as your cunt, then I’ll fuck your arse with my finger until you’re moaning and aching for more. But I won’t let you have my prick. Not yet. Another finger. I might do this while you’re on your back with me eating you out. I love eating your pussy. You taste so good, Briar. Do you know that?
Something wet and hot rubbed against my hand. Confused, I looked down, and that was when I realized I’d shoved my hand between my thighs. It was dark out and with the windows fogged, nobody could see. It was a damn good thing because I was all but humping my hand, right there in the car.
That’s how we did in my dream, although I didn’t have to take it slow. You were all ready for me.
It was dirty and wet and messy and loud, and you begged me to fuck you hard.
You couldn’t get enough of my dick in your ass, Briar.
There were only two more messages left.
Is that too dirty for you, doc?
It was dirty, yes. But too dirty? Judging by the fact that I was practically ready to bring myself to climax in the parking lot of my work? No.
Or would you like me to fill your ass with my cock?
I didn’t let myself think it through.
I just sent him back my answer.
Yes. I want that.
Twenty-Seven
Cormac
It was going on five hours since I’d last heard from Briar.
I knew from experience that sometimes work got so hectic for her that hours could pass before she could check her phone, so I told myself not to worry about it.
Still, when my phone finally pinged, letting me know I had a message, I all but jumped to answer it.
And it was from Briar.
Yes. I want that.
My hands all but shook as I read the text once, then twice, and finally, a third time, not certain I understood.
I scrolled up, read my last text to her just to make sure, then hers again.
Me: Or would you like me to fill your ass with my cock?
Her: Yes. I want that.
Blood thrummed in my ears as I sent her a quick question.
You realize I’m talking about buying some lube, coming over there and slicking you up, then giving it to you up the arse, right? I want to fuck you there, feel you break around me, fuck you in ways no other man ever has. Understand?
My mouth was dry as I waited for her answer.
It only took a few seconds.
What are you waiting for?
* * *
She had clearly been waiting for me, because when I pulled up into her driveway, the front door opened, and she stood framed in the doorway, wearing nothing more than a robe loosely belted over an obviously naked body.
I caught sight of her as I nosed my car into the empty space next to hers and the hard-on that had mostly subsided on the drive over was already back, shoving insistently at the denim of my jeans before I was even halfway up her sidewalk.
The frosted lamp on her porch cast her in an appealing mix of light and shadow, but I was too fucking hungry for her to take enough time to appreciate just how excellent she looked right then.
We both reached for the door at the same time. Her gaze fell down just as I reached for the handle, and I saw the smile curl her lips before she backed away, her form slowly becoming lost to the shadows. I grabbed the handle and wrenched it to the side with enough force, I wouldn’t have been surprised if I damaged the damn frame.
It banged shut behind me, and I shoved the heavy wood door shut carelessly behind me, locking it before I let myself take a step in her direction.
She stood in the middle of the entryway now, and in the dim light, I could see the rise and fall of her breath, how her breasts rose and fell with each inhalation, her nipples pressing against the thin white silk of her robe. My cock swelled even more, so hard now, I hurt.
I took a step toward her, then another.
She held her ground, staring at me.
I fisted my hands.
Something crumpled in my left fist, and I remembered, abruptly, the paper sack I’d grabbed from the car. I’d made one stop on my way here. I’d kept my eye out for either a drug store or an adult toy store and half-swerved like a lunatic into the parking lot of the first one I’d seen. It had turned out to be an adult toy store, which was for the best, and the silicone lubricant I’d bought now resided in the very crinkled paper sack. I pulled it out, then finished wadding up the bag and shoved it into my coat pocket.
Briar didn’t so much as look away from my eyes.
“If you keep looking at me like that,” I warned her. “You’re going to find yourself on your hands and knees right here in this room. I don’t think you want me fucking you in here, Briar.”
“Maybe I don’t care.” She cocked her head, studying me.
“I do.” I forced myself to take a deep breath. Flicking a look over her shoulder, I nodded toward the stairs. “Go on upstairs.”
“Aren’t you coming?”
“Yes.” And if I didn’t stop thinking about what was ahead, I’d be coming before I even managed to fumble my damn dick out of my jeans.
* * *
She’d turned on the light.
I should have told her to leave it off.
Moving to stand beside the bed where she sat, I had a full, unobstructed view of the robe where it vee’d down between her breasts. She stood as I drew closer and the view shifted, but it was still just as sweet, just as perfect. With the light, just as I’d suspected, I could easily make out the dark circles of her nipples pressing against the silk. Under my gaze, they tightened even more, and her breathing sped up.
I dragged my eyes up until our gazes locked.
“You like having me look at you and get all worked up, Briar?”
Her tongue came out, wetting her lips. But she didn’t answer.
I caught the belt of her robe in my hand and pulled her against me.
Her breath tumbled out.
“Answer me,” I whispered against her lips before catching the lower one between my teeth and slowly, teasingly drawing it out. I let it go as she moaned and leaned into me.
“Yes.”
“Good. Because you’re about to put yourself on display for me, baby.”
Her eyes widened.
I nodded at the bed behind her. “Take off the robe and lay down. Spread your thighs. I want to look at your pink, wet pussy.”
She hesitated for a moment but then went to comply. I tossed the bottle of lubricant down, and she paused for only a second, her gaze falling to linger on it.
“Remember what I said I’d have to do?”
Her hair had fallen to hide her face, and I could only barely make out her low, faint whisper. “Yes.”
“Good. Lay down for me. Spread your thighs. I’m going to eat your pussy for a while and then we’ll see about what
I want to do next. I might have you suck me first, because, Briar…I’m hurting like hell, and if I don’t get off, I just might lose it the second I rub my dick against that tight little hole you got back there.”
She was shaking as she lay down, her breath coming in ragged pants.
I had to nudge her thighs apart to get her to actually spread them.
Her hands lay loose at her sides, and I didn’t want that.
As I shrugged out of my coat, I said, “Play with yourself.”
She jerked, almost as if I’d smacked her, right there between her thighs where she was already so wet. I could see it, could smell it.
“You heard me. Play with yourself. Don’t tell me you’ve never done that, doc.”
The challenge in my voice had her lifting her chin, despite the flush on her cheeks.
When she slid a hand down her belly and slowly, lazily slid two fingers through the slick, wet dew of her cunt, I felt the reaction clear down to my balls.
I didn’t think I’d ever gotten undressed so fast in my life.
I moved over and lay between her splayed thighs, grabbing her fingers and dragging them to my mouth where I licked them clean before plunging for her pussy with my mouth.
She cried out and lurched upward, shoving her cunt toward me.
Catching her clit between my teeth, I tugged and sucked on her while my cock pounded, pressed up against my belly and resenting the fact.
Soon. But the damned impatient prick didn’t want to listen.
I ignored him and slid one hand up Briar’s thigh, seeking out the softness of her folds.
She groaned as I pushed two fingers into her pussy. I didn’t bother with being subtle. I’d spent half the day in a state of near-climax, just thinking about the sexting session—one-sided as it was. Then she’d asked me what I was waiting for, and I knew waiting was a thing of the past.
I wanted her coming. I wanted her loose and replete and satisfied. Then, I wanted her hungry and keening for more as I prepared her ass, then finally, as I fucked her there.
She must have been as anxious, as needy, as greedy as I was, because she came hard and fast. She surprised me, though, shoving her hands into my hair and working herself against my mouth, even as she continued to piston her hips against my face. “More,” she demanded. “I want more.”
After a second orgasm, she groaned and went lax against the mattress. I pushed up onto my knees and stared down at her, wiping my mouth with one hand as I reached down and fisted my cock with the other.
She stared at me with lambent eyes, and my earlier plan to urge her onto her hands and knees so I could fuck her mouth fell apart. She was too drunk on her climax to even move just then. And there I was, so hard even the lightest touch of my hand on my own prick was near painful.
I spat in my hand and reached down, stroking more slowly, smearing the slickness around my cock.
Her eyes widened.
“You were greedy,” I told her. “You went and came twice, and I’m here, my prick aching like a bad tooth.”
She licked her lips, her gaze on my hand as I began to pump harder.
I swayed to the side and grabbed the lubricant, flipping the top open. Tipping it upside down, I squeezed the bottle, letting it drip down all over me. I made a mess of it, but I didn’t have it in me to care. The cool liquid hit my dick, and I hissed, head falling back at the sensation. I pumped harder, faster.
A low whimpering sort of mewl hit my ears, and I looked back at Briar. She’d slid her hand back down between her thighs, and she was rocking her hips, just barely, against her touch.
“Get up,” I told her.
She blinked, looking confused.
I said it again, and she lazily rolled upright.
“On your knees. Open your mouth.”
Her movements were still achingly slow but so fucking sensual, it was a delight to watch. Soon, she was bent over, her body at an angle to mine with her ass in the air and her mouth right where I wanted it. But when she went to catch my cock, I fisted my hand in her hair. “You’ll have it when I want you to have it.”
I held her like that, my fingers tangled in her soft strands, holding her suspended just inches from my dick as I jerked off in front of her. She kept whimpering and wiggling, trying to close those last few inches.
Finally, I let her. As she closed her mouth greedily over my prick, I slid my fingers down her spine…and spread the cheeks of her ass with my fingers, still slick with the lube.
She tensed, but all I did was massage the tight pucker over and over. Slowly, she relaxed. It wasn’t so easy for me. Torn between the lush feel of her mouth on my dick and the equally dark delight of her ass, I was shaking and sweating and hanging between heaven and hell.
My balls drew tight against me.
I pressed the tip of one finger against her just as she swayed back.
She stiffened just the slightest, and I backed off, but as she moved back again, her body taking on a sensual rhythm as she sucked my cock, I probed her again. She took me easier this time, and the next…even easier. Soon, she began to move on me, and I actively began thrusting into her as she went between getting fucked in the mouth by my cock and up the ass by my finger. When I added a second digit, she only tensed a little.
I grunted as she took me deep, her throat closing over my cock as she swallowed me down until the muscles there started to massage me. I shouted out her name and fisted my hand in her hair, my hips pumping as my orgasm raced up on me. She pulled back just a little, then did it again, and it was all over. I started to come, filling her mouth and throat, and even as she emptied me, I was already getting hard again because she was shoving herself back onto my fingers.
Blood roared in my ears as I dragged her upward, staring down into her flushed, sweaty face, at her swollen mouth. The flush spread all the way down to her tits, and the bright light of the room put all of her on display—just as I’d told her she’d be.
I shoved my hand between her thighs, hooked two fingers in her pussy. She squealed, a sharp, startled sound, her mouth forming a startled O. I didn’t even have time to ask if I’d hurt her before she began to move in a jagged, awkward circle, forward, then back, taking my fingers in her pussy, then the others up her ass.
“You ready for this?” I asked, staring down at her. It was like I hadn’t just come seconds ago. Hell, the state I was in, it could have been years.
She nodded, looking both terrified and aroused.
I nudged her away and onto her hands and knees, pulling at her hips until she had her ass up and lifted for me. I bent over her, smoothing one hand down her hip as I whispered, “On display for me. Just like I said. Your cunt is gleaming, and I bet your ass is too. If it’s not…it will be in just a minute.”
I sat back on my heels and reached for the bottle of lube.
I could see right away that while the blushing pink hole of her ass was indeed damp, she was no longer as wet as she had been. The effect of the lube had already been worn off by our…exuberance. I’d already known we’d need more.
“You’re shaking,” I said softly as I squeezed more lubricant into my hand. I slicked it on my cock first, dealing with that task methodically before moving onto the sensual woman in front of me. That task I took far more pleasure in, and she clearly enjoyed it as well, moving onto my hand with a moan and even pushing down at just the right time without me having to prod her. She’d apparently worked out the logistics of this on her own.
“Are you nervous, baby?” I asked.
She licked her lips, her mouth tight with anxiety. “No…hell, yes. I am. Your dick’s a lot bigger than your finger.”
“But you want it anyway.”
“Yes…” It came out in a low, hungry moan, and she worked her hips back against me as I slowly screwed two fingers into her ass, adding more and more lubricant to ease my way.
“Tell me you want it. Tell me how much.”
“Damn it, Cormac, would you stop teasing!” she hal
f-shouted, half-growled.
I chuckled as I capped the lube and dropped it back onto the bed. “I guess that’s answer enough.” With my other hand, the one not wet with lube, I tangled my fingers in her hair and tugged her upright so I could whisper against her ear. “But you’ll beg me for it someday. You’ll beg me to fuck you…any how, any way I please.”
“I’m practically begging now, you Irish asshole!”
I smiled as I guided her back to the bed, then gripped her hip. With the other hand, I grasped my cock and pressed it against her anus. “You’re growling, that’s what you’re doing. But soon, you’ll be moaning…and whimpering…”
Her breath caught as I sank the head inside her, pushing just past the ring of muscle, then waiting as she adjusted to my intrusion. I rocked back and forth in small increments, not going any deeper, but not letting her lock up around me either. I knew she was ready for more when she was swaying in rhythm with me, so I fed her another inch, then when it was time, I gave her another…and another.
She was whimpering and clawing at the mattress before I was even halfway inside her, mewling and trying to thrust back on me after another two inches, and I was sweating and shaking, just trying to control myself and not fill her deep and hard, the way she seemed to be asking for.
Finally, I was buried to the balls inside her hot, snug ass, and I gripped both of her hips in my hands, holding her locked against me to keep her from moving.
I eased back and slowly sank inside her once.
She moaned.
I did it again.
She keened.
That was the music of it, and it soon became frantic, as she struggled to push me harder and faster, and I slowly gave in until flesh slapped against flesh, and her moans and keens became broken, wailing cries.