by Ash Harlow
“Fuck, I’m glad I had no idea what you were wearing under that dress. The heels were bad enough, but, hell, Steffi, a garter? Stockings? That bra?”
I laugh. “So you approve?”
“Only if nobody else has seen you dressed like this.”
“I bought it today on my way back to the office. That’s why I was late, and flustered.”
“I’m fucking close to flustered myself right now. Walk to the bedroom.”
I turn and start walking, adding some extra sway to my hips, knowing that he’s watching my ass and, hopefully, loving what he sees. When I reach the bedroom he tells me to walk to the bed and turn around.
“You are amazing,” he says, thumbing my nipples over the lace of my bra. The texture of the lace feels amazing. He reaches behind me, flicking the clasp open and removes the bra. His mouth covers my nipple and my hands go to his head, holding him to me as he sucks one nipple, then the other.
I reach between his legs but he tilts away from me. “Just enjoy this for a moment,” he says. “I want to finish where we left off the other night when I was called away.”
He crouches, his mouth covering my pussy over the silk of my panties. I feel his hot breath, and the sharpness of his teeth as he nips me gently. His tongue rubs back and forth, dragging the silk over my clit. I could come like this.
“Your panties are wet,” he says, dragging them down, over my stockings and shoes. “Lie back on the bed.” He lifts up my legs, pressing them back towards me with his body, as he drags a finger through the slick wetness in my cleft. Our eyes meet, and he smiles. “I’d love to watch you play with this pussy, but I’m greedy, and hungry, so we’ll do that some other time. Were you this wet last night when you touched yourself?”
“Yeah, I was.”
“Good.” A finger slips inside me. “And did you buy that lingerie today, intending to seduce me with it?”
I nod. “Once I tried it on I was pretty sure you wouldn’t be able to resist me.”
“Nice work.”
He drags his finger out and comes back at me with two. “Oh, hell,” I say. “That feels amazing.”
“Hold your legs open for me.” He takes my hands behind my thighs and shows me how he wants them. I’m open, exposed, and his mouth is kissing between my thighs, licking, sucking, sharp little bites. I try to angle my hips at him. I want his mouth on my pussy, but he pushes my hips down and works on the other thigh. Shivers ripple through my body as he works his way up, then, finally, I feel the long strokes of his tongue.
Noah’s fingers work inside me, and when his mouth takes my clit, a gunshot of pleasure fires through me. I shout his name, and he shifts one hand up to cover one of mine. Our fingers entwine at the back of my thigh as he continues sucking and fucking me with his fingers.
I’ve been ready for this since I stood in front of the mirror in the little boutique lingerie shop in town this afternoon. “Please, Noah,” I beg.
I don’t want to be teased, because I want to feel his cock inside me. He sucks harder, rapid flicks of my clit with his tongue. My thighs tense as the pressure builds rapidly inside me.
He squeezes my fingers until they ache. There’ll be marks on my thighs from our hands. I’m so close that all it takes is his fingers curling inside me and the dam breaks. I call out his name as a hard, fast orgasm rips through me. It’s over as fast as it began and Noah stands, lowering my legs to the bed.
“You’re getting good at this,” he says, grinning.
“Practice makes perfect. And that was pretty damn close to perfect.”
He shakes his head. “It gets even better. I promise.” He crouches at my feet and unbuckles my shoes, putting them to one side. “I love these, but I fear you could do some wicked damage to me with them hooked around my waist.” Then he undoes the garter straps and slowly rolls my stockings down to remove them. Off the back of an orgasm, his tending to me like this is immensely erotic, and by the time I’m completely naked, I’ve recovered.
“Let’s take something from last night’s script. Get on your hands and knees, and face me.”
I roll over, turn around, and crawl across the bed to him. When I stop, he slowly undresses. With his shirt finally open I eye each ab as it’s revealed. His casualness as he undoes his belt belies the straining bulge in his pants. My breathing is fast already and I lick my lips, waiting for his cock. He steps out of his pants and briefs, and straightens in front of me.
His cock is perfect. Long, thick, curved up to his belly, and just as I imagined, the head of it glistens. He strokes it, and I swallow.
“Can I taste you?” I ask.
Following the script of my text last night he steps toward me, takes the back of my head in his hand and tilts my face up to him. Our eyes meet. The burning lust is still there. “Of course,” he says, holding me steady as he rubs the head across my lips. I put out my tongue and lick him. He shudders.
I know I have no hope of taking all of him in my mouth, but I open anyway, sliding my lips over the fat head of his cock, tasting the salty musky precum. I close my lips over him and trace all around the head with my tongue. His hand on the back of my head tightens, and he pushes further into my mouth. I breathe through my nose and do my best to relax. Although my jaw aches, I love the taste of him, love feeling the desperate tightening of his hand as he fights to stay in control.
“Steffi…your mouth. It’s so hot.”
I make a sound of approval and take him deeper. Noah curses and pulls out. He tips my head back again and wipes my eyes. “Your mouth is fantastic, but I’m barely controlling myself here. I need to fuck you, Steffi. Do you have condoms?”
“In the drawer.”
I watch him roll one on, my pussy thick with need.
He crawls up the bed and takes my hands above my head. “What’s your favorite position?” he asks.
“I don’t have one.”
His mouth quirks in a little smile. “Good. We’ll have to do a lot of fucking then to find it. Open your legs and bend your knees.”
I pull them up as far as I can, and Noah lowers himself over me. Eye to eye, so close that our noses almost touch, he enters me. I’m soaked from my orgasm, but he’s big, and it’s been a long time since I’ve had sex. He takes it slow, but it’s still devastating. His cock touches the end of me and Noah squeezes his eyes shut, then opens them again.
“You’re amazing. Is that okay?”
“Yeah, I’m full. You’re right. It’s amazing.”
He draws out, pushes in again, rocks his hips, and repeats the movement. It’s slow, and my body’s gone from shock to awe.
“Is that good for you?” he asks, doing it again.
“I feel every inch, and it’s so intense, I think I’m going to come again.”
“That’s good, but not yet. Let’s do this nice and slow.”
His mouth covers mine and we kiss, and suck each other’s tongues. He breaks away, kissing the corners of my mouth, my eyes, dragging his lips across my cheek and down my neck. All the time he keeps the same rhythm of out, in, rock, out again. Each time it takes me one tiny notch closer to coming.
He’s murmuring words as he continues to kiss my face. “Let me be yours,” he says, “let me take care of you.”
“Yes,” I say. “I want to be yours, too.”
“Fuck, you’re perfect,” he says, increasing his pace. “I want to come, but not until you do. Tell me how close you are?”
He’s holding himself deep inside me and I rub my clit against him. He draws out, and plunges back into me and I push my hips forward to meet him.
“This is mine,” he groans.
My legs tremble around him. Inside me shivers, I’m that close. His hand snakes between us, his thumb finding my clit. He circles and presses and that does it. My back arches as the huge ball that’s been growing inside me expands and bursts. Coming over his cock is an entirely new and astounding sensation. I can feel every wave of my orgasm, every ripple and clench of my muscles
. Noah pulls out and plunges into me one more time. His body goes rigid as all of his energy flows through his pulsing cock. He says my name, over and over, then finally, collapses over me when he’s done.
14 ~ Noah
We fuck again in the morning. A slow, languid, wakeup fuck that makes me want to stay in bed with Steffi for the entire day.
“I’m blown away by all these orgasms, Noah,” she says. “What do you think did it after so much failure?”
“Like I said, sometimes it’s just a matter of finding someone you’re compatible with. For most women, an emotional connection is important. Well, that, and reading your favorite smut like you were the other night when I texted.”
She giggles and rolls out of bed. “I have to meet Terra for a ride.”
“Come back, I haven’t finished with you,” I say, trying to grab her arm.
Instead, she picks up her kindle and tosses it to me. “Here you go. Console yourself with a dirty story.”
I drop my head back on the pillow and close my eyes. It must be all the sex that’s relaxed me because I sleep for another hour and when I wake, I’m alone in Steffi’s apartment. I roll over and the kindle digs into my ribs. I flick open the cover and reveal the story she’s currently reading.
Shit.
Hell.
Fuck!
It’s one of mine. Adventures of Naughty Nurse Natalie. I check her kindle. She has every story I’ve written. My heart’s thumping wildly and that’s nothing to do with the quality of the writing or the story. She doesn’t realize I’m Doctor O, I’m sure of that. I jump out of bed and pull on my pants from last night. There’s a note in the kitchen from Steffi, where she’s left out food for my breakfast.
I scrawl a message on the bottom of the note that I’ll catch up with her later, and I head upstairs to shower and change.
When I’m done, I log on to O-Zone. I’ve been neglecting it somewhat since I arrived in Queenstown but when the ’gasm-girls ask where I’ve been, I tell them I’ve been writing a new story. It’s true. I have one outlined and partially written. I work on it for the next hour but I’m deleting the fresh words as fast as I type them. I can’t help thinking that everything I write is inspired by Steffi. And this isn’t an erotic story. It’s a love story.
I slap the laptop closed. There’s a message on my phone from Cam, who wants to meet me for brunch. I’ve no idea how long Steffi will be out for so I tell Cam I’m on for brunch and send a message to Steffi to say I’ll meet her later.
Within the hour I’m sitting opposite Cam, surrounded by the ever-present view of the lake and mountains. I think it’s something I’ll never tire of looking at. When I lived at the hut with Dad I remember as a kid I’d get up in the morning, go outside to wash and that view would astonish me. It was the only constant in my life at that time. The only thing that didn’t let me down. Rain, mist, snow, sunshine, whatever weather cloaked the landscape, I loved it. And that view healed the bruises I wore after a drunken hiding from my father.
I can’t look at Cam without thinking about Steffi. I’m hiding things from my best friend, and I’m hiding things from Steffi, too.
“How are you settling in?” Cam asks.
“It’s good. I love this place. Work’s good. The pace is so different. I think a few of the patients are surprised to see me as their doctor.”
“I hear you did some good work filling in up at the hospital the other night.”
I laugh, shaking my head. The view might be great, but this is a small town and it seems there’s little you can get away with. “Just helping out. They were short-staffed. I have to say, they really need the MRI that’s going into the center. I had to send one patient to Invercargill and one to Dunedin. That’s nuts. Did you sort out the funding support from the Health Board?”
“Yeah, we’re good.”
We carry on for a while discussing the medical center, then out of the blue Cam asks if there’s anything going on between Steffi and me.
“Hell, Cam, why would you even ask that?”
He shrugs as if it doesn’t really concern him. “Jodie—Neville’s wife—mentioned it, after you left. She raised it as a ‘snag’ with Steffi being the center manager and you coming on as head doctor.”
“Libby and Nicholas are married,” I say, reminding him of the relationship status of the other two doctors in his father’s practice. Immediately I realize that not only does that sound defensive, but it’s as good as an admission of guilt.
“Libby and Nicholas were married before we hired them. It’s a lot different to two key people in the business conducting an affair. I assured Jodie that any familiarity she thought she saw between you and Steffi was because you’re like brother and sister. Are you listening?” he asks.
“I’m listening,” I say, even though I can hardly hear what he’s saying over my grinding teeth.
“Thank you. I know you wouldn’t touch my little sister. I know she’s grown up while you were away, and she’s always idolized you. But I like to think that inside the bad boy is a man of honor.”
“Oh, for fuck’s sake, Campbell. Listen to yourself. You sound like everyone else in this town. Enough of the bad-boy label, please, because it’s tired and old. Steffi is a grown woman, and I’m not that angry teenager. I’m thirty years old and I think I’ve proved myself as a fairly adept physician, so get off my back.” I keep my voice level, and I’m hoping I haven’t protested too much. Obviously I have because Cam holds up his hands.
“Whoa, okay? Everything’s good then, because Jodie and Neville are two votes you need from the board to put you in the top job. I have to report back to them and assure them we’re fine.”
“Steffi’s like a sister to me,” I say, hating the fucking lie because as this discussion goes on, I know she already means much, much more.
“I know. Look, I’m just reporting what the board’s saying. You might be an investor, but those guys last night hold the balance of power.”
“I understand.”
“Tomorrow we’re all going to one of the wineries for lunch before Jodie and Neville fly back to the US. Why don’t you come along with us? I’ve told Steffi she needs to be there. Simone’s been making noises about how young and inexperienced she is to be appointed as practice manager. Her position’s safe. Simone’s just being a bitch. But I want Steffi there to shut down Simone’s doubts.”
“I’d love to—”
“Liar.”
“Yeah, well, there’s that, but I do have a lot to catch up on.” I want to ask if Kennedy’s going to be there and if Cam could do Steffi a favor and stop trying to find her a boyfriend. Not that Kennedy could be considered boyfriend material. He hasn’t been young enough for years. Kennedy’s more in the sugar daddy category, and Steffi’s not that kind of woman.
But, she’s my kind of woman, and that’s all I care about.
When I get home I work further on the story I’m writing, even though I’m struggling to keep the romance out of it and make it the straight smut my readers are used to. Who knows, perhaps they’ll enjoy some romance?
I open up O-Zone, intent on asking them.
There’s a private message from Zer-O.
Hi Doctor O. I’m just popping in to say goodbye. That guy I met, Stroke Master — LOLs — well, we’re progressing in every aspect of our relationship. I wanted to thank you for your support, and encouragement, and the awesome filth you write. I’m signing off O-Zone for a while. Maybe forever. But I wanted you to know you provide an awesome service for women like me. You’ve given me the confidence to have mind-blowing orgasms. (Last night… I tell ya … the earth moved. Did you feel it in your part of the world?) So, rambling here. But I wanted to say thanks from the bottom of my heart (and other parts of my body), which is also kinda weird because you’re a stranger maybe-doctor-maybe-not who writes sexy stories. Keep up the good work. I bet there are lots of other women out there like me who you’re helping, even if you don’t know it. Kisses (platonic ones, on th
e cheek, cos, Stroke Master is my #1 and only), Zer-O-No-More.
Right.
I’m strangely sad Zer-O won’t be around anymore, but I’m so happy for her, and that she’s found her #1. When I started O-Zone it was simply intended as a safe place for reading fans to get together. It cut down on my work because I didn’t have to have the same discussions, and answer the same questions, over and over. It’s on my own platform which means we aren’t constrained by the rules and censorship of other social media platforms. Facebook shut down my first group. O-Zone actually freed up my time. I soon discovered the members created a camaraderie and took care of each other, and I wasn’t needed so much.
Zer-O was one of the first people to join up, and is the first person to officially leave. In some respects, it means O-Zone has matured. Unfortunately, her farewell message makes me rethink my decision to shut the whole thing down. It’s serving a useful purpose to a number of people, and I’d hate to cut that off.
At some stage I’m going to have to explain O-Zone to Steffi. I’m sure she’s open-minded enough to see beyond the blatant sexy talk that goes on there and understand the good that it does for a lot of these women, but I’m still concerned that it’s out of line with my position as a health provider. If the media got hold of it, they’d have a field day and my career would be over.
I hear movement in the apartment downstairs. I go through to the kitchen, where the floor is wooden, and tap on it.
Seconds later, I get three taps back. Steffi must have used the broom handle to reach her ceiling. I send her a quick text asking if she wants to come and test drive a vehicle with me. I’ve gone off the idea of an expensive new 4WD, favoring a classic Land Rover I saw on my way back from brunch with Cam. I’m about to take it for a drive.
She texts back a “yes” and tells me to meet her downstairs.
I’m down there in a flash, feeling like an over-eager teenager. Steffi’s wearing my favorite skinny jeans, boots, and a big bulky sweater. She could wear a sack and rubber boots and I’d still find her hot. I know what’s beneath the layers, and that’s good enough for me.