Naughty Prescription: A Bad Boy Medical Romance

by Tia Lewis

  "Roll over," John instructed.

  He slid his cock out of me and sat back while I rolled onto my stomach. He grabbed my hips, causing me to arch them up in the air. John shook my ass by placing his hands on the outside of my hips. He spanked me hard with one hand. I let out a high pitch squeal, feeling the impact against my skin.

  "Don't stop, I want more of you," I told him, arching my back even more.

  "Alright baby, I'll give you anything you want," John placed one hand on my lower back and glided his cock back into me.

  In this position, I could feel even more of him. My pussy felt even tighter than before, I started to sit up straight, but he pushed me back down. He slowly started to work himself back into me. I moaned, I loved the way he made me take it. I couldn't believe I was finally having sex with the man I love again. Every movement and feeling of pleasure was heightened because of not experiencing each other in so long. Every touch took my breath away. I couldn't keep my hips in the air much longer. I was starting to sink toward the couch as he started to fuck me harder.

  John must have felt my hips sinking downwards because he pushed me flat onto the couch, pulling my legs together, and straddling the outside of my hips as he stroked his entire shaft into me. He let out a loud cry, feeling my pussy clench against him. John started to massage my ass with his big hands as he fucked me with my legs closed. I felt the pulsing sensation between my legs as he picked up his speed. I could feel myself starting to get the urge to squirt. John was thrusting right against my g-spot. I started to moan even louder, feeling his cock against the most sensitive part of my pussy.

  "You're going to make me squirt… ahh!" I yelled, pushing my face into the couch cushion.

  John spanked my ass and then fucked me at the same pace. I knew he knew what he was doing. He had complete control over me once again. John could make me cum the second that he wanted me to and I never fought it.

  "Then squirt, now," John demanded. As soon as he told me to squirt, I immediately felt the cum rushing out of me and all over the couch cushion beneath me.

  I could hear the wet clapping sound get louder as John grabbed my hips and drilled into me harder. I could tell the feeling of me squirting while he was inside of me was sending him over the edge. I tried to turn to look back at John. He was holding onto me as his eyes rolled into the back of his head in pleasure. I arched my ass upward so that he got even deeper. His eyes flickered open to meet mine. He grabbed my head and pushed it into the couch. John grabbed both of my wrists with each hand and pulled them behind my back, holding them together with one hand. I forgot how much I loved the feeling of him restraining me. I continued to moan as I felt my shoulder blades squeezing together.

  John reached underneath my body and held onto my throat gently as he started to fuck me slowly again. He lowered himself down on my body so that my hands were still behind my back but trapped underneath his firm chest and abs.

  I turned my head to the side, he kissed my cheek. "John, I'm still on birth control. I want you to cum inside of me."

  John released all of the air in his lungs as he let out a primal groan. He started to fuck me hard, tightening his grip on my throat. I could tell he was turned on by my request. He had never cum inside of me before, but I wanted all of him, I wanted to know what it felt like for him to fuck me while cumming.

  "You want to feel my cum, Anna? You want me to fuck my cum into you?"

  "Yes, sir," I said, submitting to him.

  "Ahh, good girl," John said.

  He sat up straight and held onto the back of my neck while slapping each ass cheek hard once. John started fucking me hard and fast, filling all of me up with his cock. We both moaned loudly, feeling each other's skin, hearing each other's moans.

  "Fuck, I'm going to cum," John said before picking up his speed even more.

  John fucked me with the entire length of his cock, in and out. Before I could say another word, he thrust hard into me, and I felt warm liquid flow inside of me. I moaned as he sent his cum gushing into my pussy. John thrust into me a few more times before he stopped his movements. I moved my hands out from behind my back and folded them underneath my face. John laid down on my back with his semi-hard cock still inside of me.

  We breathed heavily in rhythm. I felt like my entire world was in place again. We were one again. I was complete again. I had everything I ever wanted. We laid there for a few minutes, but I knew I could have lain there like that for the rest of eternity. John slowly sat up, pulled his cock out of me, causing his cum to flow out and drip down my thighs. He sat down on the couch and let out a loud exhale. I climbed off of my stomach and moved closer to him. John wrapped his arm around my back as I pressed my face against his chest, clinging around his ribcage.

  "Wow, that was absolutely incredible," I said, reaching down to feel the mix of our cum between my legs. I made eye contact with him as I put the same finger into my mouth, tasting the sweetness of it.

  "You're absolutely incredible," John said, placing a soft kiss on my lips. "I couldn't be happier at this very moment."

  "Me neither. It feels like everything is perfect and in its place, once again. Thank you for taking me back, thank you for opening the door," I told him.

  "Baby, of course. Thank you for taking me back. Thank you for believing in us, for making all of this work."

  "And people say Internet dating never works out," I joked.

  John laughed and then kissed my forehead. "What do they know?"

  We sat there in silence for a few minutes, enjoying each other's company. I didn't want to break the silence; I felt like the moment was too perfect to ruin it with words. I could feel his heart beating in his chest at a normal pace once again. I felt the softness of his skin and the scent of his faded cologne filling up my senses. I wondered what he was thinking of while we sat there. I didn't have to wonder much longer.

  "What's in that plastic bag? Why did you bring that inside with you?" John asked casually.

  I sat up straight and turned to look at him. "Damn, I almost forgot about that. Um… So I have something to talk to you about involving what's in that plastic bag…"

  "Alright, I'm ready. Whatever it is, it can't be that big of a deal if you had forgotten to mention it," John shrugged.

  "Well, it kind of has something to do with Lucas…"

  "What do you mean? What did that asshole do now? I hope you never let him get the best of you, Anna. I swear to God I will—"

  "No, never. You're still the only person I have ever had sex with. I never wanted to change that. I was just so upset about losing you, and I don't know, Lucas just happened to be there for me. I guess he was just kind of in the right place at the right time. I thought he was sweet and he gave me support when I needed it. It was never really anything more than that. He was a shoulder to lean on. We would flirt, but it was never serious… Or at least I never took it seriously…"

  "So what's this about? What does Lucas have to do with any of this?"

  "Well…" I cleared my throat. I knew it was going to be hard telling John what had happened. It hurt me to think about what could have happened with Lucas. I could only imagine how much it would anger and hurt John to think about, as well. John had always been protective of me, but I was lucky enough to never see what he would do to someone that tried to hurt me. I knew that was about to change. "Do you remember how someone had caught the two of us in the parking deck and exposed us to the HR department?"

  "Yeah, of course, I remember, baby. That was the incident that started this entire mess. There is no way I could forget that, even if I tried. What about it?"

  "Well, it turns out that Lucas was the one that had turned the tapes into HR and tried to get you fired so that he could get to me…" I watched John's calm demeanor change, and his eyes grew intense. He balled one of his hands into a fist.

  "That piece of shi—"

  "That's not quite all, babe. Tonight, I went to dinner with him. He ended up telling me about how he was the
one to turn in the tapes and how he was planning on ruining your life by turning in the recording of you hitting him in the pharmacy earlier. I was furious, I wanted to protect you but… I had a hard time protecting myself…" my words trailed off, it was getting really hard to talk about it out loud.

  "You had a hard time protecting yourself? What do you mean? What did he do to you?" John said aggressively, sitting up straight.

  "After he told me about what he had done and what his plans were, I was disgusted. I didn't want anything to do with him but he… he forced himself onto me. He pinned me down and I… I didn't know what to do! I was so scared! If I hadn't screamed, if the people inside of the restaurant hadn't heard me and come out… I don't know what would have happened, I don't know what he would have done…" I gasped for air thinking about it, tears started to wet my cheeks, as the enormity of what could have happened swept over me.

  John's calm expression had faded into full rage. He stood up, picked up a glass vase off of his table and shattered it against the wall. "That mother fucker, I should have ripped his teeth out one by one when I had the chance. Where is he?"

  "I don't know," I said between tears.

  "WHERE IS HE?!" John exploded, starting to throw on his clothes.

  I stood up, watching him furiously grabbing his coat from the closet and throwing it on. "John, wait! I don't know, he got jumped by some of the guys in the restaurant that saw him. I just grabbed the tapes of you out of his backseat and drove away as fast as possible."

  "Stay here, don't leave," John grabbed my arm, gave me a quick kiss and then stormed out of the door.

  I was afraid of what was about to happen, but I was also comforted knowing that John was going to take care of it. I watched John's car fly down the driveway from the window. When I saw his taillights disappear in the distance, I walked back to the couch and curled up into a ball. I had such a strange mix of emotions, I didn't know what to do with all of the energy.

  I hugged my legs, looking around John's living room. Everything looked the same but maybe a little messier than how John used to maintain the house. I wondered if John was going to be able to find Lucas. I wondered what he was going to do to Lucas once he found him. I had an idea of what he was going to do him, so I tried to divert my attention to something else. I stood up from the couch and walked through John's kitchen to the back balcony. I looked up into the night sky, observing the stars and all of the light reflecting onto the ocean. I saw the lights coming from a few boats out at sea.

  I knew John wasn't going to take the news lightly, but I didn't think he would rush out of the house as quickly as he did. I wasn't sure if John was a violent person, I hadn't seen that side of him before. Part of me hoped that he would hurt Lucas, but I didn't want John to kill him.

  I walked back inside and grabbed the plastic bag full of tapes. I took the bag out to the driveway. I grabbed a hammer from the garage and started to destroy the tapes. With every swing of the hammer, I released more and more of the negativity that I had been holding in over the last few weeks. I released the pain of losing John, the pain from Lucas trying to harm me, and the pain of feeling out of touch with myself. Once the plastic from the tapes was shattered into thousands of pieces, I grabbed a pair of scissors from the garage and cut the film strips up so that they could never be repaired. I swept up the pieces and put them in the garbage can on the side of the house.

  I got my phone out of my car and walked back into John's house, I hoped he was okay and that he would be home soon. I looked at my phone every five minutes, hoping he would have called me to let me know everything was going to be okay. I finally sent him a text after an hour had passed.

  Me: Where are you? Are you alright? Please come back.

  I sent the message, and then I decided to go upstairs and take a shower. The lavender vanilla scent filled the bathroom as I cleaned the cum and tears off of my body. A lot had happened in the last few hours, I was still trying to wrap my head around all of it. When I got out of the shower, I went to the window to see if John's car was in the driveway but he hadn't returned yet.

  I felt too anxious to sit down, so I started to clean up the house. I figured I might as well make myself useful while I could. I picked up the dirty laundry off of the ground and put his belongings back in place. After another hour had passed, there was still no sign of John. I decided that I needed to try to relax in the meantime. I wasn't doing any good imagining the worst and worrying. I climbed into his huge California King bed and laid in the spot where John slept every night. The same spot I pictured him in when I laid in my bed thinking of him for the last few weeks. I closed my eyes, taking in the scent he left behind on his sheets.

  I heard my phone vibrate. I quickly rolled over and grabbed it to look at the screen.

  John: I'm alright. I'm on the way home. Are you okay?

  Me: Yes, I just want you here next to me.

  John: Hold tight, I'll be there soon.

  I closed my eyes, feeling comforted that he was alright and that I would be in his arms once again. I didn't even realize that I had drifted off until my eyes flickered open when I heard a car door close. I went to the window to see John's car was back. I climbed back into his bed, leaning against the headboard while I waited for him to come upstairs.

  When John walked into the room, his white shirt was stained with blood marks. I jumped out of bed and ran to him.

  "Are you okay? What happened? Whose blood is that?" I asked, grabbing his hands in mine.

  "I'm fine, it's not my blood. I beat his ass into the ground. You don't have to worry about Lucas, he's never going to touch you again. I made sure of it," John promised, hugging me tightly. "I'm so sorry that happened, Anna. That must have been awful. I hate thinking that anyone could be capable of even thinking of doing that to you."

  I was afraid to push John to tell me exactly what had happened between him and Lucas. I was just happy that he was home and safe. Whatever he decided to do to that asshole, he deserved it. I was relieved to know that Lucas wasn't going to be a problem and that I didn't have to worry about him. I lay in bed while John showered. When he got into bed with me, he pulled my body against his. We wrapped our arms around each other and exchanged a few kisses.

  "I may not be the strongest, but I will always protect you. I may not be the nicest, but I will always treat you right. I may not be the funniest, but I always want to make you smile. I'm so sorry for ever making you think different, Anna. But no matter what happened, I'm glad that we are back here together again. I've missed you so damn much," John said sincerely.

  "Everything that happened in the past is in the past. I want to move forward from that. None of that matters anymore. I trust you. You aren't perfect, neither am I. I love you for all of you, your flaws and all. I don't expect you to always make me smile or always be the best man in the world. I just want you to always love me and always want the best for us. That's all that I could hope for. I'm here for you, I'm yours."

  "And I'm yours. I love you."

  That was the first night in a long time that I fell asleep right away and didn't wake up throughout the night. I hadn't felt that level of peace in a long time. When I finally woke up to the sound of my alarm, I hugged John so tight that he woke up.

  "What are you doing? Why is your alarm going off?" John rubbed his eyes, sounding confused and tired.

  "What do you mean? We have to go to work, you're probably already late," I laughed.

  "I don't work there anymore," John said casually before rolling over.

  "What???" I grabbed his shoulder and rolled him back over. "What are you talking about? Did you get fired yesterday after the pharmacy incident?"

  John let out a chuckle and then pulled me against his body. "Don't worry so much."

  "Why don't you work at the hospital anymore?" I said concerned. I didn't want to be the reason that John left the hospital he had worked at for over ten years.

  "I quit yesterday. I realized it's time for the next phas
e of my life."

  "Are you serious?"

  "Well, originally I quit because I didn't want to work somewhere where I would see the love of my life with another man every day, but all of that changed rather quickly, wouldn't you say?" John chuckled again.

  "John, it's not funny!"

  "I'm just making light of the situation, love. I have absolutely nothing to be worried about. If I were to really think about where I would want my life to go, I wouldn't want to spend the remainder of my life in a hospital. I would want to be out in the world doing new things, helping all kinds of people," John said, putting his hands behind his head.

  I had faith in John, I never doubted him for a second. He was the type of man who truly was capable of doing anything he put his mind to. John's entire life was wrapped up in his career and most of his time was spent at the hospital. It was strange to think of him spending his time anywhere else but the hospital. But I knew if he was ready to move forward, there was something else amazing out there waiting for him. "What are you going to do next?"

  "What do you mean what am I going to do? What are we going to do?" He asked playfully.

  "What? I meant how are you going to spend your time now?"

  "I know, I'm saying I'm going to spend it with you. Let's just take it one step at a time. What are we going to do today? Do you want to get breakfast?"

  "I can't, I have to go to work."

  "Why do you have to go to work?" John asked with one eyebrow raised.

  "What are you talking about? You must not be fully awake right now, you sound crazy. I need to go to work so I can pay my bills and eat," I explained.

  "Why don't you quit and move in with me?"