Doctor's Virgin (Innocence Book 3)

by Roxeanne Rolling

  Almost instantly, he’s increasing his speed, thrusting his hips harder and faster.

  He continues to increase, and by the end of a couple minutes, he’s fucking me intensely, slamming his cock into me.

  “Harder,” I’m crying out. “Fuck me harder.”

  One hand is still on my clit, rubbing myself silly. Its squished between Liam’s body and mine, and I can feel his thrusts not only inside me but against my hand and my body.

  Liam suddenly grabs me around my sides, and with his cock still inside me, flips over onto his back. He pulls me with him, so that I’m not on top of him.

  “Ride my cock,” growls Liam. “Fuck yourself silly on my shaft.”

  I do as he says, but I don’t need to be told once, and certainly not twice.

  Bracing my hands against his pecs, I soon find my rhythm. I find the way to move myself up and down his cock, back and forth. I tilt my head back to the ceiling, thrusting my breasts forward. Liam rises and takes one in his mouth briefly, sucking hard on my nipple.

  Then Liam grabs me and holds me tight, his immensely strong hands on my body. He pulls me closer to him. I try to keep fucking him, moving my body, but it’s hard.

  But Liam starts thrusting his hips up and towards me, entering me with his cock. His muscular ass sinks into the mattress and he fucks me from below, holding me tight to him.

  My face is pressed into his. My eyes are so close to his that it’s hard to focus on them. I feel his hot, sweet breath on me, warm and intense. His mouth smashes against mine as he fucks me harder and harder, faster than before.

  A warm feeling creeps through my body, quickly becoming shooting sensations of pleasure.

  Suddenly, we’re tumbling over again, and Liam’s positioning me so that I’m on my stomach.

  He grunts as he mounts me from behind, his cock sliding into my pussy easily.

  “You’re so fucking tight,” he growls, his cock entering me slowly.

  I love the feeling of being taken like this, of him entering me from behind.

  My breasts feel good smushed against the mattress. I’m face down, unable to deal with the intensity of the pleasure with my face off to the side. The mattress muffles my moans and cries. I soon scream for him to fuck me harder, harder and harder.

  Liam slams into me from behind. At first, his body is above and behind me. But as he continues to fuck me, he lets himself fall down. His chest presses against my back, and we both sink farther into the mattress. I feel his breath on my neck and I feel his muscles against me.

  The pleasure erupts inside me.

  It’s insanely intense.

  Liam’s grunting as he starts to come too. He keeps fucking me, speeding up even more.

  The orgasm rushes through me. The orgasm takes me. My whole body goes limp. I cry out even louder.

  We come together, letting the pleasure wash over us both. For a second, I feel as if we are one creature instead of two, connected by the intensity of the pleasure.

  My body feels weak. I’m panting. I turn my head to the side, letting more air rush into my mouth. Liam’s still on me, his cock still inside me. He’s panting.

  “Wow,” he finally says.

  “Wow is right,” I say.

  Liam moves off of me, but his body is still pressed against mine. The presence of his body is reassuring.

  Liam props his head up on his arm, looking at me.

  Suddenly, a strange look comes across his face.

  “Are you feeling OK?” he says, his tone of voice showing some concern.

  “Yeah,” I say. “That was incredible… I can’t get over how it felt…”

  “No, I mean with your… allergies. You’re not feeling another attack coming on?”

  “No,” I say, suddenly growing worried. “Should I be? Do I look weird or something? What is it?”

  “It’s probably nothing,” says Liam, moving even closer to my face and peering at something. “It’s just that your face is a little red…”

  “Oh God,” I say, suddenly feeling like I can’t breathe.

  Chapter 14

  Liam

  “It’s going to be all right, Mia,” I say. “Let me just get a closer look at you.”

  “I’m going to have another attack,” she says. Her voice is starting to sound frantic.

  “Just take a deep breath, Mia,” I say, in my calming doctor’s voice. But it doesn’t have the desired effect.

  My cock is still hard, and honestly, I was hoping to get another shot at her sweet, tight pussy. As soon as I got my cock in there, I knew I was going to have to have it again. I was going to have to take her again, shoving my steely pipe right into her. But looks like that’s going to have to wait for now. I don’t think she’s having an attack. But it’s always better to err on the side of caution, rather than let something happen that you weren’t expecting.

  “Take a deep breath, Mia,” I say. I model the breathing for her, sitting cross legged on the bed, and very obviously breathing in and out slowly.

  Mia copies me as best she can.

  “Just keep breathing, Mia,” I say. “You’re in good hands. I’m a doctor, remember? Let me just get my flashlight. Keep breathing. That’s right. Slowly. Good.”

  She sits cross legged just like I was. She’s completely naked, and the breathing makes her gorgeous breasts rise and fall. My cock yearns to enter her again. But I can’t do that now, damnit.

  I rummage around in the bedside table drawer for a small medical flashlight, and I bring it close to her face, pointing it at her skin. It does look a little red and inflamed. The redness could just be from exertion, but the inflammation would be unusual after sex.

  My normal question would be: are you allergic to latex, considering the condom I used. But the fact is we don’t know if Mia still has any remaining allergies. Her medical history showed that she had no known allergies before these attacks started, so it’s unlikely that once the general cellular energy problem was cured, that she would have any remaining problems with substances like latex.

  “I’m going to have another attack,” says Mia, her voice still frantic. She’s losing control of her soothing breathing exercise.

  “It’s OK, Mia,” I say. “Just keep breathing.”

  “But it’s not just one attack… it means I’ll have to go back to my room. I’ll never come out again. It that blue stuff doesn’t work, then I’m screwed…”

  “Let’s not jump to conclusions,” I say.

  But what I see on her face worries me. The redness is clearly growing, and her face is starting to look puffy. I have some epinephrine in the house, but a shot of that requires real medical attention with a very short time span. I’m not fully equipped here at the house to deal with problems like that.

  “Do you still have the blue drops with you?” I say. “The methylene blue?”

  Mia shakes her head. “I took two drops this morning. I didn’t bring any with me. Don’t you have some?”

  I shake my head. “I gave you the last of what I had.”

  I think for just a moment, trying to think of the best course of action. I can’t let anything happen to Mia, I just can’t.

  “I think I’d better take you to the hospital,” I say.

  “What?” She’s completely freaking out now, looking like she’s about to start hyperventilating.

  “It’s faster than calling an ambulance,” I say.

  “But I can’t go back into my room!”

  “Mia,” I say. “I don’t know what’s happening, but…”

  “The blue drops aren’t working anymore! I knew it. They’re not working!”

  “You may just need a bigger dose, Mia,” I say. “But we don’t have it here with us. We need to get you to the hospital in case you have a severe reaction.”

  “Fuck, fuck… Fuck…”

  I get up and get dressed quickly, throwing my clothes on as fast as I can.

  I start handing Mia her clothes, but she’s just repeating “fuck, fuck,
fuck,” over and over again.

  So I put her clothes on for her, doing the best job I can.

  Her hair is tousled, and I don’t bother putting her bra back on her. Her breasts show clearly, their outlines and her nipples printing in the tight t-shirt.

  “I’m not going back there!” cries Mia. “I’m not going back to my room for another year or for the rest of my life.”

  “I’m not taking you to your room, Mia,” I say. “I’m taking you to the hospital.”

  Her body goes completely limp. There’s no way she’s going to walk to the car herself. I pick her up and carry her in front of me, the way I carried her up here to the bedroom.

  I rush down to the garage, and with some difficulty opening the door while holding her, I get her into the passenger’s seat of my Porsche.

  Running around the front of the car, I hop into the driver’s bucket seat, and gun the engine, turning the key as I jam down the accelerator. I’ve already hit the garage door opener. But the door is opening too slowly.

  I glance over at Mia. She looks completely despondent, which is understandable, considering that she thinks she’s going to have to spend the rest of her life back in her childhood room, after only a brief moment of freedom.

  Her face is growing redder and puffier by the second.

  I need to get her to the hospital fast.

  On the way out, I grabbed a shot of epinephrine that’s in my pocket now. But I don’t want to use it unless I have to, unless she can’t breathe.

  “Hang in there, Mia,” I say. “Everything’s going to be all right.”

  The garage door isn’t yet completely open.

  I have a pocket knife with me. I can perform a tracheotomy if I need to, but I don’t want it to come to that.

  “Hang in there, Mia,” I say again.

  I jam the car into reverse, releasing the clutch, sending us in reverse barreling towards the garage door.

  Mia lets out a scream. The door is still opening. It doesn’t look like there’s going to be enough time. It doesn’t look like we’re going to make it.

  But we make it, with less than an inch to spare.

  The Porsche whizzes out into the street. Someone honks. I jam the car into first, the second. I’m shifting rapidly, accelerating as fast I can, pushing the car to its limits.

  “I’m getting you to that hospital, Mia,” I say. “Don’t worry about a thing.”

  I weave through cars, blowing through stop lights and stop signs. I know the route to the hospital like the back of my hand. We’re there in under ten minutes flat.

  By the time we get there, Mia’s face is very swollen, but she can still breathe.

  “You still with me?”

  She nods.

  “I need verbal conformation,” I say, falling back into my doctor way of talking.

  “I’m fine,” says Mia.

  She’s obviously not fine, though.

  I pull the Porsche right up to the emergency room door, and get out without turning off the car.

  Grabbing Mia from the passenger’s seat, I carry her into the hospital.

  I rush through the waiting room, past the desk where the nurses on duty sit.

  “Sir! Excuse me, sir! You can’t go back there.”

  But I ignore her, and push my way right through the double doors.

  I grab a cot, and lay Mia down on it.

  The nurse has followed me. She’s angry, almost as red in the face as Mia.

  Then she sees who I am.

  I completely ignore her.

  “Epinephrine!” I shout.

  The nurses here know me.

  Someone hands me a shot, and I jam it into Mia’s leg.

  “You’re going to be just fine, Mia,” I say.

  “You,” I say, pointing to a nurse. “I need methylene blue, pure. Get it from the pharmacy. As fast as you can!”

  “What’s going on?” says Mia, looking around. She’s probably feeling more awake from the shot of what is essentially adrenaline. “What’s going on?” She looks wide eyed and scared.

  Chapter 15

  Mia

  I wake up in a hospital bed. I always know when I’m in a hospital bed. This has happened to me so many times that I’ve gotten somewhat used to it that I can now always tell where I am.

  But I don’t remember exactly what happened. My memories are a blur.

  I remember losing my virginity finally. It was incredible.

  And then I started to have a reaction.

  Liam did something. He didn’t have the blue drops.

  He took me here in his car, a terrifying drive.

  “You’re awake,” says someone, a nurse with kind eyes, who peers down at me.

  “What happened?” I say. “Am I OK?”

  “Everything’s going to be all right,” says the nurse.

  Suddenly, I notice something… something that horrifies me completely. It sends a chill down my spine, through my whole body. It makes me shiver in terror.

  The nurse is wearing a mask. Not only that, she’s wearing the ridiculous plastic wrap suit that’s meant to protect me from allergens.

  I look around the room, frantically. It’s one of those sealed off plastic rooms.

  “Damnit!” I suddenly yell.

  The nurse looks taken aback.

  “Everything’s going to be OK, dear,” she says. “You just had another reaction.”

  “Why am I in the hypoallergenic room again?” I say, almost yelling. “Why are you wearing a mask again?”

  “Don’t you remember, dear? You have a condition where your immune system doesn’t function properly…. We need to protect you. That’s why you had a reaction. You shouldn’t be out there in the world without protection. You’re a delicate creature, aren’t you?”

  “I am not a delicate creature,” I say emphatically. “Not anymore. Liam cured me. He gave me…”

  I can hear the nurse sighing through her mask.

  “What happened?” I say. “Didn’t the blue drops work again? Where’s Liam?”

  “If you’re referring to Dr. Horton, he’s been suspended.”

  “Suspended? What the hell are you talking about?”

  “We can discuss that all later, dear,” says the nurse. “Right now, I need to take some measurements.”

  She examines the machine that I’m hooked up to, looking at my vital signs apparently.

  Now she looks at me.

  “The swelling has gone down significantly,” she says. “I’ll be back soon to check up on you again. For now, just rest. Don’t worry, everything’s going to be all right.”

  “But tell me what happened!”

  “There’s time for that later,” says the nurse. She clearly has no intention of explaining what happened to me.

  Shit.

  The nurse disappears through the double folds of plastic wrap. And I’m left alone again.

  I’m alone, just like I was in my room for that horrible year.

  This has to be a joke, right? I get one little taste of freedom, and now I’m back in the same situation as before.

  I just don’t understand what happened. Did the blue drops suddenly stop working?

  And what happened to Liam?

  Suddenly, I get a memory coming back to me. Liam’s standing over me with a shot of epinephrine. I’m worried, but I know he’s looking out for me. After all, he got me to the hospital. I feel safer with him than with anyone else. And then a severe looking woman comes into the emergency room, trailed by five security guards. The security guards grab Liam by the arms and pull him away from me. He’s yelling at them, and he punches one of them in the face, but the others grab him.

  Is that memory right?

  The security guards came and pulled Liam away from me, when he was only trying to help me?

  I look around for my phone to call Liam, to ask him what happened, to see if he’s OK. I know being a doctor is incredibly important to him. I know he’s not going to like being suspended from duty a
t the hospital. After all, as he’s always saying, he has people to save and brains to cut open. He’s got to get on with his work. What are they playing at?

  But my phone is gone, and there’s no hospital phone. No doubt, my phone is considered a risk because it’s been in the outside world.

  My mind starts going into a cycle of worry that I can’t escape from.

  But at some point, my body is so exhausted from everything that happened, from the allergy attack, from whatever drugs they’ve given me, that I fall asleep.

  I wake up to see my dad’s head above me. He, too, is wearing a mask.

  “How are you feeling?” he says.

  “Hi, Dad,” I say.

  “Are you OK?”

  I nod.

  “Can’t you take that mask off?”

  “You had another attack,” says my dad. “This is what I was afraid of.”

  “But I’m fine. I just need to take more of those blue drops.”

  My dad sighs. “That’s not going to happen, Mia,” he says. “The doctors have all agreed that there’s no evidence that the methylene blue works. And it seems to make you think you can go into the outside world when you can’t. It’s just a matter of time, if you take that stuff, before you have another attack.”

  “But maybe I just need a drop,” I say. “I had the attack when I hadn’t had it for the whole day. I was fine before that. Maybe I just need to take it more frequently.”

  My dad shakes his head.

  “No,” he says. “That’s not a good idea, Mia. We just don’t know what’s going to happen. You need to be away from all allergens until the doctors here figure out a treatment for you, a real treatment that’s been proven.”

  “No treatment like that exists,” I say. “But Liam found one! He cured me, and you want to put me back in my room. I can’t spend another year there. I can’t!”

  “Mia, listen to me. Liam may have been trying to help. I won’t deny that. But he violated many of medicine’s codes. I was a doctor, remember? I know how doctors are supposed to act. We need evidence before we can just give a drug to someone. Liam used you like a guinea pig, and it didn’t work. The hospital has suspended him for a good reason, Mia. They didn’t do it for nothing. He’s been flouting convention here for years, violating every procedure there is. It was just a matter of time before someone got hurt. I’m just glad you’re OK.”