Yes, Doctor

by Katy Connor

  He looks just as hungry, just as raw and unsettled as before. The difference, however, is I’ve invited him in. I’ve initiated what we both clearly want. When did I become so brave, so forward? This is so not like me.

  And yet, I’m not even remotely scared. Or embarrassed.

  I’m so turned on that if I touched myself right now I’d probably come.

  Do it.

  I don’t. Instead, I watch as Tal walks toward me, slowly, purposefully, his dark stare locked on my face, his fingers tugging on his tie. It’s every fantasy, every desire I’ve ever had about him.

  It’s hard not to whimper.

  I press my ass to the railing, fingers gripping it beside my hips, and let out a shaky breath that already sounds like a groan. My robe falls a little off my shoulder, and I can tell by the way his jaw bunches he can see more of my cleavage than before.

  Pulling in a steadying breath, I grip the rail like it’s a life preserver from the Titanic to stop myself from fixing my neckline. I want Tal to be tantalized, teased by what he’s seeing. It’s not how I normally behave, but then, I don’t think I’ve ever had a guy look at me the way Tal does. Or want me just for me, and not my mother’s—

  “You have no fucking clue what you’re doing to me, Bia,” he growls, a second before he tangles his hands in my hair and crushes my lips with a kiss so hot I almost come then and there.

  His tongue clashes with mine, demanding more, and I give it to him.

  He rakes his hands down my back to my ass and yanks me to his body. Shards of delicious pleasure, hot and tight at once, sink into me at how ravenous and demanding he’s being.

  Holy crap, it’s as if my lips and tongue are his only source of nourishment. My head spins, my knees tremble, and I cling to him, never wanting him to stop.

  His tongue lashes over mine, and then he captures my bottom lip with his teeth in an almost gentle nip before moving his mouth along my jaw to the spot just below my ear.

  He sucks at my flesh, detonating a carnal want deep inside me at both the pain and the knowledge he’s marking my neck. Branding me.

  “Tal…” I moan as I claw at his shoulders. I’ve never let anyone leave a love-bite before, but right now, I want him to do it again. So much so I’m aching.

  Craving it.

  “Tal…” I moan again, grinding the curve of my pussy to his rigid cock.

  “Fuck, Bia,” he growls against my throat. “What have you done to me? I can barely think straight.”

  “I don’t want you to think,” I pant. “I want you to…to fuck me.”

  I’ve never been so forward. Who am I? What has he done to me? What have I done to him?

  Who cares?

  I sure as hell don’t. Not right now, at least. Maybe I will. Later. But for now, it’s just raw, sexual desire and need and connection.

  “Fuck me, Tal,” I say. It’s not even a plea. It’s a demand. “Now.”

  He lifts his head from the side of my neck. His eyes burn with everything I’m feeling. “That I can do, beautiful,” he says, as he hooks his fingers into the front of my robe and pulls it open.

  The cool night air kisses my breasts for a split second before he captures the right one in his strong, long-fingered hand. “Fuck, I love how you fill my hand,” he proclaims as he cups and squeezes it. “I love how heavy and round and exquisite it is.”

  His chest heaves as he watches his hand on my body. His jaw clenches, and then he grabs my ass again with his free hand and hauls me back to his body at the exact moment he pinches my nipple.

  Liquid heat radiates through me, and I cry out, bucking my hips to his. His cock is so hard, so thick and long, trapped in his pants. It rams against my lower belly.

  “I w-want you inside me, Tal.”

  He nips at my bottom lip, pinching my nipple again as he squeezes my ass, grinding us closer together. I’ve never been touched like this, kissed like this, with such potent hunger and borderline savagery. It’s incredible, intense, and I’m burning up.

  “I’m trying to be gentle, beautiful,” he grinds out, his lips on the corner of my mouth, my temple. “But I don’t… I don’t know if I can. You’ve fucking pushed me over the edge, whether you meant to or not.”

  My head swims at his confession. A rush of power sears through me. So many firsts with him. It’s crazy, addictive.

  And not even close to enough. My sex is throbbing and constricting, wanting to grip his cock.

  “Don’t be gentle,” I order. “Just fuck me.”

  He lifts his head, and I gasp at the lust in his eyes. He sucks in a long breath, as if trying to calm himself.

  A jolt of exasperation shoots through me. Doesn’t he get it? I don’t want him calm. I want him completely wrecked by desire. Like I am.

  Then make him understand.

  Drawing in my own slow breath, I lean forward and bite his bottom lip.

  He groans.

  I drag my lips along his jawline. A deep, throaty groan tears from him, and then, he’s gripping my hips and shoving us apart.

  He chuckles. God, it sounds so animalistic, so hungry. “Fuck you’re beautiful.” He shakes his head, raking his gaze over me. He doesn’t rush. It’s as if he’s cataloguing everything he sees.

  I squeeze my thighs together. My clit’s throbbing, demanding attention. Only a short while ago, I’d stimulated it to a bone-melting orgasm with my vibrator, but you wouldn’t know it now. “Th-thank you.”

  I’m trembling, from excitement, trepidation, need. I trail my fingertips down over my breasts to the hard points of my nipples.

  His nostrils flare. “You’re playing with fire.”

  I blush. Everything I’m doing is so out of character. Raised to be seen and not heard, wanted only because of who my mother is… That was my life, my existence, before I came here. What’s happening now? It’s uncharted territory for me. And yet, every second with Tal, every intense, unsettling, arousing second, feels so right.

  And freeing.

  He meets my gaze. “Do you know that?”

  “I think… I think I do.”

  He returns his attention to my partly exposed body. “Do you have any idea how fucking sexy you look, standing there? Your nipples hard and begging for me to suck them?”

  A soft sound falls from me, part impatient moan, part nervous laugh. I can’t wait much longer. I’ll start fingering myself soon if he doesn’t—

  “If I release my cock now,” he says, taking a slow step toward me, “I’d have you bent over the rail, your tits hanging out for everyone in Hardrock to see, and I’d be balls deep in your sweet pussy.”

  The statement is filthy, dirty, and carnal, and it sends a rush of lust and urgency sweeping through me.

  “What’s stopping you?” I ask on a breath.

  A low chuckle falls from him. “Me. I’m going to make you come at least twice before I do that.”

  My breath catches. Did he… Did he just say twice? “H-how are you going to…”

  He reaches for the loosely tied belt of my robe and with deliberate slowness, he tugs on its ends.

  My robe falls open entirely.

  Chapter Three

  TAL

  “Once with my fingers,” I say, my breath catching in my tight throat at what I’ve revealed. What blood is left in my veins rushes to my cock. How there’s any blood left in my brain, I’ve no fucking clue. “Once with my mouth.”

  The robe hangs from her shoulders, framing the perfection of her body in pink satin.

  She’s waxed to a trim line, and the dark, downy curls remaining drive me crazy with lust. She may be shy—I can see that in the way her fingers fidget with themselves, the way she keeps looking up at me, down to her feet, and up to my face again—but she’s also insanely sexy. It’s an intoxicating mix. On her right hip is a small tattoo of a coyote howling at a full moon. It draws my eye.

  A shiver of anticipation runs through me at the thought of coaxing that wildness out.

  “You are
so beautiful,” I murmur. It’s true; her thighs are soft and full, and I can’t wait to part them and bury my face at their juncture.

  “I’m…I’m not skinny…”

  Her whisper brings my gaze back up to her face. “You are fucking perfection.”

  That delicious blush creeps over her cheeks. Her nipples pinch tighter, and she shifts her feet, as if uncertain what to do or say. Is she complimented often? How could she not be? She’s beautiful. “Th-thank you.”

  I smile. The urge to take her into my arms and hold her gently rushes through me. I take a step toward her. And stop.

  This is a sexual fantasy realized. Holding her gently…that’s not a part of it.

  I’m going to unleash the wildness I see inside of her, and we’re going to fuck until we’re incapable of doing it anymore.

  Just sex. I need to make that clear to both of us. I’ve seen how fucked-up relationships can be.

  “How did you make yourself come earlier?” I ask.

  The pink in her cheeks grows darker at my blunt question. “W-what?”

  “Before I knocked on your door. When you were moaning my name. Was it with your finger?”

  She draws in a shaky breath. “No. I have a…a…”

  “Dildo? Or vibrator?”

  Her eyes meet mine for a heartbeat, the wild woman once again simmering below the surface, before she looks at the floor. “Vibrator.”

  The confession stirs something carnal in me. “You like toys?”

  “I…” She catches her bottom lip with her teeth. “I only have that one.”

  “And how many times have you thought of me when you use it to make yourself come?” My balls are swollen globes of need. My cock aches from being trapped in my pants.

  Soon. Soon.

  “A few times,” she whispers, and yet I can hear the lie in her voice. It’s playful. Naughty. This side of her, the vixen in the shy girl, I want it.

  Stepping the final inch between us, I tilt up her chin with a finger until she’s gazing up at me. Yes, there it is, the fire and the hunger and challenge. There in her eyes, in her parted lips… “It won’t be a toy that makes you come tonight,” I promise, keeping my voice low but firm. “It’ll be me. My fingers, my mouth, my tongue, my cock. Do you understand?”

  I skim the upper part of her thighs. She whimpers and sways toward me, eyelids fluttering closed for a brief moment. “Yes.” Her breath turns shaky. Shallow.

  Jaw clenched, stretching my control, my willpower to its limits, I withdraw my hand from between her legs. My fingers come away wet and, holding her gaze, I lift them to my mouth and trace my tongue up their length.

  Fuck, she tastes like sin, heaven, and lust on tap.

  Her breasts heave. “Tal…”

  The way she moans my name, the way she looks at me… It’s too much. Too open and honest and hungry.

  It doesn’t just push me over the edge—it shoves me.

  I’m fucking lost.

  I fist my hand in the hair at the back of her head and take full possession of her mouth, even as I capture her right breast with my other hand.

  She moans and claws at my shoulders, grinding against the ridge of my trapped hard-on. Giving herself over to her pleasure.

  I fucking love it.

  The rough pressure ignites a wave of pleasing pain through me. I drag my mouth from hers and move it to the breast I’m holding, sealing my lips around her distended nipple and sucking deeply. Forcefully.

  Savagely.

  “Holy crap, yes!” she cries out, hands balling in my hair. Her uninhibited response sinks steely heat into my groin. I draw deeper on her nipple. Moving my hand down to her hip, I grip its lush curve and turn my focus to her other nipple, flicking my tongue over its tip with rapid strokes before closing my teeth over it.

  She cries out again, arching her spine and holding my head harder to her breast. “Again.”

  There’s a devilish part of me that wants to deny her, not out of some fucked-up power game, but because it’ll give her even more pleasure. The mind-blowing pleasure of delayed gratification and anticipation. For a heartbeat, I consider pulling away. And then I think about how shy she’s been, how confused by my compliments, and I know all I want to do at that moment is hear her moans of pleasure.

  I do as she begs, teasing and tormenting and worshipping her nipple with my tongue and teeth. She begins to writhe, hips undulating, moans turning to strangled whimpers. “Ohhh…”

  I return my mouth to her other nipple, suck it with a fierce greediness I’ve never experienced before, and plunge my hand between her thighs, cupping her pussy. My palm grows wet. My heart races as her cries rise higher, tighter. “Tal…”

  The need to sink my fingers into her wet slit and help her fall over the precipice into the sweet oblivion of release almost undoes me. I suck and tease her nipples. She bucks, her hips jerking forward. Her nails drag over the back of my neck, lines of scoring heat that’ll leave a mark. I revel in the pain, in the notion of being branded by her, just as I branded her with my mouth.

  “Tal!” Her cry breaks, dissolving into a panting moan as her hips slow.

  Something powerful swells through me. I’ve made her orgasm just by sucking on her amazing tits.

  “I didn’t…” She staggers back a step, another, her hands slipping from my neck. Shaking her head, she presses her palm to her mouth. Amazement shines in her eyes as she looks at me. Amazement, awe, and delight. “I didn’t know I could c-come that way.”

  Fucking hell, I crave her even more now. Her innocence, her naïveté, her inner wickedness, it all calls me, ensnares me. Owns me. I smile. “And we’ve only just begun, beautiful.”

  Her eyes widen, and a soft hiccup of a laugh falls from her. “Oh…wow…”

  I chuckle. “Wow doesn’t even begin to cover it. Ready?”

  I scoop her up into my arms and carry her into the living room.

  I’ve never been so hungry for a woman in my entire life. I don’t know what it is about my shy next-door neighbor, but she’s awoken a primitive desire in me I’m having difficulty controlling. I want to slam her to the wall, the sofa, any surface, and fuck her until neither of us can move. I want to make her come so hard her moans make the windows rattle.

  Control fraying, I carry her to the long, low, leather couch and stretch her out on the chaise. Her eyes follow my every movement.

  Swallowing, I stand back and take her in. She’s exquisite to behold, lying on the cool gray leather, every curve of her body revealed to me.

  “Tal…”

  Her full breasts and perfect nipples draw my focus, and I drop to my knees and worship each one with a languid stroke of my tongue, a teasing nip of my teeth before slowly working my way down to her navel and hips.

  “Oh yeah.” Her soft hitching sound is aural Viagra to me. Part surrender, part desire, part demand for more.

  I stop myself from spreading her thighs to lick her pussy and clit. Not yet. I promised her I’d make her come with my fingers first, and I’m a man of my word. Lifting my gaze back to her face, I slowly draw circles over her skin in a slow path down to her heat.

  “Tease,” she murmurs on a breathy laugh.

  “Me?” I trail my fingers back up to her navel and circle it. Once. Twice. “No.”

  “Yes.” Her lips curl more. “But I like it.”

  “Good.” Fuck, I sound shaken.

  I trail my fingertips over the trimmed line of her pubic hair. “I love that you haven’t removed it all,” I murmur, feathering my fingers closer to her clit.

  She moans, her hips lifting. Is it a reflexive moment, or an impatient one? Both, I suspect. Her eyes flutter closed as I very gently part her thighs an inch. Not too far, just enough to slip my fingers completely over her pussy.

  She arches, bites her bottom lip, and makes that sinfully intoxicating sound again.

  Fresh blood and lust floods my trapped erection, and I grab at it, adjusting its position through my pants with a rough
hand. I can’t free it yet. Not until I can bury it into Bia’s wet pussy.

  “Tal…” she breathes, lifting her hips again. “T-touch me.”

  “Touch you where, beautiful?”

  Her cheeks turn that delicate pink, and she bites her lip again. “My…my…”

  “Say it,” I coax, dancing my fingers so close to her pussy lips, her clit, tormenting her with sensations and promises. “Say where you want me to touch you.”

  “My… Oh God, please touch m-my cl…” Her cheeks burn redder, and my body—hell, my soul—reacts to the sight. Shy she may be, but she’s also demanding and very aware of what she wants.

  “Tell me, beautiful.” I’m finding it hard to draw breath; the potency of her laid out before me, her hesitancy to say the word clit even as she tries to bring it closer to my fingers with her hips…fuck, how am I not ripping my pants off?

  She opens her eyes and stares straight into mine, not shying away from what she wants or needs now at all. “Touch my clit.”

  My blood quickens at her demand. A spasm claims my cock.

  I do exactly as instructed.

  I find the little nub of nerves hidden in her slick folds and downy curls. I finger it, first in slow, gentle circles, and then faster, matching her rapid breaths and panting pleas for me to not stop, to keep going. When she’s on the cusp, when her face begins to contort, and her hands seek out something to hold on to, to cling to, I remove my fingers from her clit and inch two of them into her wet slit. It’s tight and warm, and her muscles instantly constrict around my fingers. My raw moan of appreciation echoes hers.

  “Deeper, Tal…” She pushes her hips upward again, an unspoken demand that I penetrate her farther. I want to so fucking much. Instead, I scissor my fingers gently inside her and then return them to her clit.

  She laughs and groans and whimpers all at once, the sound of absolute pleasure. “Tease,” she accuses again, admonishing me through half-lowered lids and curled lips.

  “I thought you said you like it?”

  “I love it,” she says, lifting her hips as she watches me through her lashes.

  Over and over I bring her to the very precipice of her orgasm and then allow it to subside. But each time I enter her with my fingers, I slide in a little deeper, her throaty chuckles all the approval I need, until I’m inside her to the very base knuckles of my index and middle fingers.