Sandy Sullivan

by Doctor Me Up

  "I don't like to talk about myself."

  "It's true, you know. The women around here led pretty boring lives. If bringing their cats, dogs and every other pet imaginable into your clinic brought them a little closer to you, then they will."

  "What about you?"

  "Me? I don't have a pet."

  "Do you want to be near me?" he asked, grasping her fingers.

  "Well, I…"

  "I'd like to be closer to you. Out of everyone I've seen walk through my clinic lately, you're the only women within a hundred miles of Red Rock who I'm attracted to."

  She swallowed hard and exhaled. "I'm attracted to you, Marcus…a lot, but you know I won't be here beyond a month."

  "I know, but what says we can't spend some quality time together while you're here?"

  "Nothing, I guess. I just wanted to make sure you knew where things stood."

  "I'm aware, but I still want you."

  As the waitress dropped the check at their table, she removed her hand from his and sipped at her drink. The tequila went straight to her head, making her brain a bit fuzzy. At least she hoped it was the tequila and not Marcus, but she wasn't sure anymore. He made her hot with nothing more than a look.

  "How would you like to go back to my house to watch a movie?"

  Watch a movie when I want to do nothing more than jump him? I need to feel those arms around me, those hands on me and those lips doing wicked, wicked things to me. "Sure. Sounds like a good idea."

  He laid his plastic on the table as they waited for the waitress to return to get their check. The sun had already set, leaving them bathed in the muted lights of the restaurant’s veranda.

  "Would you rather go dancing? I'd love to hold you in my arms again."

  "I think the movie is a better plan tonight. We can always do the dancing thing another time."

  He grinned like a boy who'd just been given his favorite toy for his birthday. "I'd love to take you out again."

  "Me too."

  Once the waitress returned, he helped her to her feet, kissed the palm of her hand and tucked it into the crook of his elbow. "You're beautiful."

  "Thank you, but you don't need to say that, Marcus. I still plan on sleeping with you."

  The shocked look on his face was priceless.

  "What?"

  "I really didn't expect you to say something like that."

  "After my last disastrous relationship, I've decided to go for what I want." She reached up and pulled his mouth down to hers. "I want you," she whispered against his lips as her gaze met his. The moment their mouths fused, she lost the battle to keep herself from falling under the man’s spell. Every woman in town wanted him. She knew why, but it didn't help her keep her sanity around him. He would be deadly to her heart if she let him get too close. Right now though, every cell in her body screamed for his touch.

  "Let's go," he murmured, lifting his head.

  Within moments, she stood in front of Marcus' house, amazed at the architectural of the home. It wasn't a ranch house like most of the others in the area, but something more like a Mexican abode with sandstone walls and native Montana plants. The big front door had to be made from oak and the surrounding pastures supported buffalo grass swaying in the breeze. Several cattle mooed in the distance.

  "You have cattle?"

  "Sure. I've always wanted a ranch although it's not very big. I only have a few head. Less than a hundred."

  "It's still impressive, Marcus." They walked inside the moment he opened the front doors. Wide windows filled the front of the house, reflecting the moon outside onto the shiny black tile floor of the hall. A gourmet kitchen graced the space to her left and a large open living room took up everything to her right. More huge windows opened to a back deck. She glided to the sliding glass door as if her feet carried her without conscious thought. She opened the door and stepped out onto the patio. Her breath caught in her throat at the view. The mountains glowed in the distance with the moonlight shining over the peaks igniting the tip top like diamonds on the water. A small fountain trickled water in the corner, splashing lightly into the pool beneath. She couldn't help but step closer. Carp swam in the water like colorful flowers blowing in a summer breeze. "It's beautiful out here."

  "I'm glad you like it. I don't usually bring women home with me, but I still like to have a pretty setting for barbeques and whatnot."

  "I'm sure people you've entertained have been impressed. Your view is breathtaking. How did you manage to snag such a magnificent home?"

  "I didn't. I had the house built," he replied, sliding his hands around her waist and drawing her back against his chest.

  "Seriously?"

  "Yes. I knew what I wanted. I helped design the plans. I planned on making Red Rock my home, the moment I stepped foot in this town. The views are beautiful, the people are warm and welcoming. Who could ask for more?"

  She relaxed as Marcus' hands came around to rest on her stomach. His warm breath tickled the hair near her ear. She tilted her head slightly to give him access to the sensitive spot if he so chose.

  A moment later, she closed her eyes and sighed when his lips slid down the column of her neck, stopping to nip at the curve of her shoulder.

  "You have no idea how much I want you."

  "I think I do otherwise you've got one hell of something hard in your pocket."

  He spun her around and slid his hands into her hair. "You have no idea what you're doing to me."

  "Yes, I do. Kiss me."

  "With pleasure," he said, right before his mouth crushed hers in a desperate, lip-locking kiss.

  Desire pooled low in her belly as his hands worked their way from her neck, down her arms and around her waist again to draw her closer still. Her breasts were already crushed against his chest. Her nipples pulled into hard nubs, begging for the touch of his hand or his mouth. A moment later, his palm skimmed over the peak. She moaned into his mouth. Their tongues danced from his mouth to hers. She wanted this man with something so deep she couldn't comprehend how far he touched her soul.

  "Please, Marcus," she whispered as their mouths separated. "I need you."

  "Come." He grasped her hand to lead her back into the house. The hall to the left of the living room yawned in front of her with its dark corridor and impressive paneling. "My bedroom is this way." He led her up the stairs and down a thick, padded hallway to a large door. His room reminded her of him—darkly masculine with its massive furniture.

  She nervously wiped her now sweaty palms on the front of her dress as he shut and locked the door.

  "Nervous?"

  "A bit."

  "Why?"

  "Because I've wanted this since I met you at the ball and I can't believe I'm here."

  "You have no idea, Elizabeth," he said, cupping her face as he took her mouth again. The tip of his tongue slipped along the seam of her lips before he took what he wanted by diving into her mouth. She wanted this, needed this with something deep inside. To have her control taken away seemed like a dream. Not worrying about what she needed to do to please him raced across her mind and she wondered if he could be the man she needed.

  The moment his mouth released her, he said, "Strip. I want you naked."

  With shaking hands, she slipped the spaghetti straps of her dress down her arms, letting the silky material pool at her feet. Black lacy bra and panties seemed almost too much as she stood in front of him waiting for some sign of what he thought. Did he think her pretty? She wasn't necessarily fat, but she had curves. Maybe too many curves. Her butt always seemed a little big and her boobs seemed too small.

  He stepped in front of her, cupping her face in his hands. "Stop!"

  She dropped her gaze to the middle of his chest and laced her hands in front of her stomach, like she tried to hold herself together.

  "You're a very beautiful woman, Elizabeth. I like curves. Most women are too thin. You aren't. Everything about you is gorgeous. I want you so bad, I ache with need for you."
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br />   She trembled, raising her eyes to see the truth of his words in his gaze. Blue eyes sparkled with appreciation and warmth. He wasn't lying to her. He really did think she was beautiful.

  "On your knees. I want you to suck my cock."

  Damn! Where did the nice, non-demanding Marcus go?

  Her pussy throbbed as she immediately dropped to her knees and began to work the belt buckle at this waist. His impressive length strained the front of his pants, tenting the material until she freed him.

  "Easy, honey. Go slow. We have all night," he coaxed when she finally freed and licked him like an ice cream cone.

  Around the head she licked, earning a soft groan from him. Goose bumps flittered across his legs. She palmed his heavy balls, squeezing lightly. He tasted a little salty, but good…so good. The large vein running up the back caught her attention. She tongued the pulse, following along as if it was a lifeline. The purple tip of his dick strained toward her.

  "Suck me."

  She took the head into her mouth and slowly slid him along her tongue until he reached the back of her throat. Her eyes watered when she gagged slightly.

  "Breathe through your nose. Relax your throat. You can take me."

  Dropping her head back, she opened her jaws wider and let him in. A quick swallow earned her a hiss from his mouth as his fingers tightened in her hair. His smell surrounded her. Everything about him brought her senses on high alert. His voice sent chills down her arms. His whispers play havoc with her mind. His body made her want him more than anything on the earth.

  "Enough. I want inside you when I come." He laid her across the quilt on his bed before quickly kicking off his shoes, then shedding his pants.

  Two fingers popped the catch on the front of her bra, releasing the globes of her breasts to his hot gaze. The rough pad of his tongue circled her left nipple, before leaving her shivering as he moved to the other breast. The moment his hand dipped between her legs, she released a soft moan.

  She cracked her eyelids open to see him kissing down her chest, across her abdomen and then settling between her spread thighs. Her pussy clenched wanting something to fill the depths.

  "I can smell you." He took one finger, skimming down her pussy even though her underwear hid her skin from his touch. "So sweet."

  A quick squeak revealed her sensitivity to his touch as he wet her underwear with his tongue just over her clit. The need to feel his mouth overwhelmed her. Her pussy wept with cream for the flick of his tongue. She quivered as she begged, "Please, Marcus."

  "I like when you beg."

  "Plleeeease…"

  "Hmm."

  His finger slipped along the lacy edge of her underwear between her pussy and her thigh, making her shiver with need. He hooked the edges of her panties, moving them so he could slide them down her thighs. Her whole body shook with desire when he settled between her legs. Ari never ate her out. She almost didn't believe Marcus was about to until the tip of his tongue touched her clit.

  "Oh God."

  "You like your pussy eaten."

  "Oh yes. Please, touch me."

  "My pleasure, sweetheart." His tongue delved between her pussy lips, making her sigh.

  He's eating me out. He's really eating me out.

  The quick figure eights on her clit brought her straight up to oh my God screaming need within moments as he gripped her ass cheeks in his hands and held her to his mouth. The scratch of his beard against her sensitive flesh only made her whole pussy more sensitive to the touch of his tongue. She needed this…wanted this with everything inside her. The want to have a man believe she had it in her to be sexy and alluring, drove her to this point in her life. No one before Marcus had made her feel like she might actually be woman enough for him until now. Desire spiked hard as she trembled with the need to come. Just a little more, a few more swipes right there and she'd…

  Her whole body tensed as heat flooded from her toes through her abdomen and settled between her legs right at the spot Marcus' tongue played.

  "Ohgod, ohgod, ohgod," she screamed, tossing her head from side to side.

  Marcus continued to slowly lick her pussy until she came down from her orgasm. Before she could open her eyes, she felt the latex covered head of his cock at her entrance. When had he put on a condom? Who cares!

  "Easy, babe. I'm comin' home," he murmured, swirling the head in her juices before pushing slowly into her quivering pussy.

  "God, you feel good. So good."

  "Such a hot pussy.All for me."

  "Fuck me, Marcus. Hard, please. Oh God, hard."

  With a snap of his hips, he shoved his cock to the hilt inside her, hitting her G spot on the inside slide.

  "You're so hot."

  "Please." She wanted more. She wanted all of him.

  A clench of her muscles was rewarded by a hiss and several jerky motions of his body. Each demanding plunge of his cock brought his pelvis hard against her clit. She speared her hand down between them and rubbed her ever hardening nub with her finger, shooting her straight to oh-my-god-I'm-going-to-come.

  "Come for me, Elizabeth. Make yourself come around me. Milk me dry, baby."

  She screamed his name as she came hard enough she saw stars behind her eyelids.

  A moment later, he groaned and she felt his cock jerk as he exploded in his own orgasm, spraying his seed into the latex reservoir.

  "You are magnificent," he whispered, burying his nose in her neck.

  "I bet you say that to all the girls."

  "No I don't," he replied, propping himself up on his elbows. "Believe it or not, it's been a long time since I've had sex with anyone. I'm usually not into one night stands, but a man has needs."

  "I know. I was kidding, Marcus," she said, smoothing his hair back from his forehead. "I didn't think you were the promiscuous type."

  He slipped from between her legs and lay down on the quilt besides her. "I want to keep seeing you."

  She slid her hand through the hair on his chest. "I'd like that."

  "I mean see you. Make love to you. Have sex with you. Go on dates together."

  "Okay."

  "Okay? That's it? No arguments?"

  "No. I like you. We're good together inside and outside of bed although I think inside bed was pretty amazing."

  "Oh, I do too," he replied, skimming his hand over her breast and bringing the nipple back to an aching point. He cleared his throat. "I wasn't too rough on you, was I?"

  "Too rough? No way. I loved the forceful nature of sex with you."

  "I like being in control if you hadn't noticed."

  "Yeah, I kind of did. It worked for me if you couldn't tell. I got very turned on by everything you did."

  "Have you ever had someone tie you up spread-eagle on the bed?"

  "I can't say that I have, but it sounds intriguing."

  "Next time I'll get out some of my toys."

  "Toys?"

  "Yep. Vibrators, handcuffs…you'll enjoy yourself, I promise."

  "Why not now? The night is still young."

  The grin on his face let her know the idea tripped his trigger too. "You are in so much trouble."

  Chapter Seven

  The next morning, Elizabeth woke with a warm brown arm draped across her stomach and the feeling of hot breath on the back of her neck. Marcus.

  She let a small smile drift across her mouth as she moved slightly to check the time. Good thing it was Saturday. She assumed he didn't need to be at the office this morning. Contentment filled her soul. Why she wasn't sure, but it felt right to be here with him like this. Their encounter from the night before seemed almost surreal. He took control like she'd always hoped to find a man to do. He was a complete enigma. The personality she thought he had seemed nice, calm and non-assuming. In the bedroom, the real Marcus came out in spades, dominating her from the moment he ordered her to strip.

  "You okay?" he whispered, brushing his lips against the nape of her neck.

  "Oh yeah." She rolled over t
o her back and found his gorgeous blue eyes staring down into hers. "You…wow."

  His lips lifted in a crooked half smile. "Wow, huh?"

  "I don't know what else to say. That was something I've wanted for a long time, but never found."

  "Sorry if I came on too strong. It's just who I am in the bedroom."

  She cupped his cheek with her hand. "No. Don't be sorry. I wanted someone to take control."

  "How did you like being tied so you couldn't do anything?"

  "I loved it."

  His gaze dropped to her chin, then raised again. "I liked having access to this beautiful body of yours to do anything I wanted."

  "How did you know?"

  "Know what?"

  "The control thing. You seemed to know immediately what I needed."

  "I know what I wanted. I saw the reaction to my words in your body. Your eyes dilated, your skin flushed, you shifted under my stare and dropped your gaze to the floor…all of those are signs of submission, at least in the bedroom. I just took things from there."

  "I'm glad you did."

  "What about anal sex?"

  Heat flushed her cheeks as she bit her bottom lip a moment before answering, "Again, intriguing. I've never tried it though."

  "Maybe later." He rolled over on top of her and pressed her into the mattress. "Right now, I want to taste you all over."

  "Taste?"

  "Uh-huh. Lick, nip, bite. I love the taste of your skin. I want to find all the crevices your smell lingers like the crease of your thigh, the top of your pussy right above your clit and the underside of your breast."

  "God, I love your sexy talk."

  "Quiet now. The only words I want out of your mouth are yes, sir."

  "Yes, Sir."

  "Lovely. You'll make a master very happy someday with your total submission. For now you're mine." The moment his mouth found hers, she sighed, leaning into his kiss as his tongue swept along her bottom lip, demanding entrance. Denying this man anything wasn't in her immediate plans. She could do nothing except hold on for the ride.

  The palm of his hand found the curve of her breast, kneading the aching flesh until her nipple pulled into a tight nub begging for a harder touch, a rougher stroke. His tongue swept into her mouth demanding she submit to him, to his desires thus finding the satisfaction of her own. Less than a week ago, she never in her life would have imagined herself here with him.