If I didn’t feel like his doctor before, I definitely don’t now. Now, I feel like the girl he thought I was at Club Royale: a fangirl who can’t take his eyes off her favorite sports stud. Memories of lips on mine mingle with memories of his hands on my body in my dream, becoming one intense, overpowering fantasy.
And there’s only one way it’s going to go away.
As soon as I give myself the slightest hint of permission, my hand practically shoots down between my legs, finding the center of my building heat and pressing down on it. Rolling my hips against the couch, I remember how Brady’s bulge felt against the place where my fingers are pushing now, and the thought makes me arch my back to meet his phantom body. I’m turning red at the thought of Brady hearing me, but after what just happened, I’m just too insanely turned on to care.
But after a minute or so with my eyes shut tight and my fingers getting faster and faster between my legs, I finally manage to get myself under control. I can feel the heat between my legs begging for release, but I resist the temptation to finish myself off. After all, there’s no way Brady wouldn’t hear me, and if he came out of his bedroom and saw what I was doing right now—
I spread my thighs out, getting ready to get off the couch and take a late-night cold shower before going back to sleep, when my thigh collides with something just over the edge of the couch. Something huge, warm, and hard as concrete. Something that feels a lot like Brady’s thigh.
My eyes shoot open, and there he is, looking down on me with a starving look in his eyes and his mouth set into a hard line.
“You know,” he says, “That last exercise felt really fucking good. I think we should do it again…assuming your hand’s not busy doing something else.”
“Nope,” I say, slipping my trembling fingers above my waistline and resting them right below my bellybutton, “It’s not busy.”
“Good,” Brady says, taking my hand and pressing it hard into his upper thigh as he gets back on top of me, “Because it’s about to be.”
And then, as the weight of Brady’s muscly body comes down on me a second time…I snap.
I just can’t hold out any longer. My achingly hot body presses up against his and I give him my mouth, gasping as he takes it forcefully with his lips and tongue.
And now, with my body screaming with need, I have a feeling that whatever happens next is going to make even my dirtiest dreams look tame.
Chapter 13: Brady
Holy fucking shit. I knew Cassie had a secret dirty side, but this is fucking ridiculous. I can literally feel her innocent little “I just graduated med school” act melting away on the couch beneath me as she desperately bucks her curvy body against my chest, abs, and cock. It’s such a fast fucking transition that it actually catches me off guard for a second.
But only for a second.
Because Cassie’s not the only one who’s been holding back. And now that I know exactly how bad she’s wanted to feel my tongue filling her mouth, I know she’s finally ready to see what a body like mine can really do.
So let’s get this show on the fucking road.
First, I grab the back of Cassie’s head, claiming her mouth so fucking deeply that any hesitation or uncertainty left in her body instantly evaporates. Her fingers, which had been touching my injury and slowly getting higher, instantly jump to my cock, trembling as she presses her palm into my shaft through the compression shorts.
I feel her gasp against my lips as she runs her hand along my length, and I smirk a little, enjoying the adorably surprised look on her face as she feels me.
But just to make absolutely sure she gets the picture, I reach down, grab her by the wrist, and plunge her hand inside my shorts, letting her feel every fucking rock hard inch of me.
And this time, she doesn’t just gasp. She pulls her face away from mine, eyes ridiculously fucking huge as she stares at me with disbelief. “No way.”
With a grin, I push my upper body off of hers and slowly peel my shorts down, freeing my cock one inch at a time and watching Cassie’s jaw drop as she sees it for the first time. “That’s…that’s not even possible.”
And just like that, I bring my mouth back down on Cassie’s, one hand claiming her curves while the other one slides down into her pants. I can literally feel her trying to suppress an embarrassingly high pitched squeak as the tips of my fingers get closer and closer to the heat between her legs, but before they can get all the way, she breaks away again. “Wait, what about your groin? Does it still hurt? Maybe we shouldn’t risk it right now…”
I flex my leg against the inside of Cassie’s thigh, testing the muscle. Yeah, I’ll be able to do whatever the fuck I need, no problem. But you know what? I think Cassie just gave me a pretty fucking great idea.
“Yeah, you’re right,” I say, watching the hilarious mixture of relief and disappointment wash over Cassie’s face as she tightens her grip on my cock, “I shouldn’t fuck you on the couch. Too risky.”
With a flash, I pull myself back up on my feet, letting my shorts drop to the ground as I walk over and pick up the yoga mat off the ground, curling it around itself at I look back at Cassie. “Until we know what my limits are, strenuous physical activity should be conducted in the pool.”
Cassie darts up into a sitting position. “What!? No, wait, that’s not what I—”
But before she can finish her adorable little objections, I pick her up by her sexy fucking ass and toss her over my shoulder, cradling her perfect legs between my bicep and my side as I head towards the back of the house, curled up yoga mat in my other hand.
She’s freaking out a little up on my shoulder, but I can tell she’s getting wetter and wetter with every fucking step I take towards the pool, especially when we take a detour to my bedroom to grab a foil packet from the nightstand drawer. “Brady, this is so wrong…do you know how many rules we’re about to break? Maybe we should just—”
My hand reaches up to Cassie’s ass, smacking it and digging my fingers into the flesh a little, and the sound she makes is so fucking dirty that it takes all my fucking energy not to just throw her down onto the bed, and fuck her right there. Apparently, Little Miss Follow The Rules likes it rough.
Lucky her.
Cock so fucking hard I can barely keep my hands off Cassie, I carry her out into the hallway, throw the back door open, and step out into the cool night air. “The rules, huh?” I say with a laugh, letting Cassie down in front of me and holding her hips in my hands, inches away from my naked body, “I’m pretty sure we already broke those. Unless you think that little handjob you gave me back on the couch counts as appropriate behavior for a medical professional.”
“I didn’t give you a handjob!” She says, eyes drifting down towards my cock.
“Oh yeah? You could have fooled me.” I grab Cassie’s hand and press her palm hard against my cock. “Why don’t you show me what you think a handjob is, and that way we know what not to do in the future?”
I’m starting to think the idea of breaking the rules is actually turning Cassie on. The more I mention it, the heavier her breathing gets. Makes sense, I guess. It seems like years of following every rule in the book trying to become a doctor would make anyone want to disobey every once in a while.
And sure enough, after a couple seconds, I can feel Cassie’s fingers gently wrap around the shaft of my cock and start to squeeze.
“You’re such a bastard,” She says, her grip getting needier and needier as she massages my cock all the way up and down its length. As she does, I watch her face, still amazed that the fucking monster she’s playing with can even exist on a human body. I guess they didn’t teach her about guys like me in med school.
Then, holding onto my cock for balance, she drops down to her knees and brings her lips up to the head, opening her mouth and taking as much of me into it as she possibly can.
And honestly, she gets pretty fucking deep. The feeling of Cassie’s wet little mouth sliding back and forth on my cock, getting a
little bit deeper every single time, catches me completely by surprise. I mean, shit, I was going to go easy on her at first, but now?
She’s getting everything I’ve fucking got.
I jerk my head up and look at the sky for a couples seconds, letting myself enjoy the feeling of Cassie’s tongue on the underside of my cock for as long as possible. But fuck, if she keeps this up, I’m going to come right here where I’m standing.
And where’s the fun in that? After all, we’re just getting fucking started.
Dropping the yoga mat at Cassie’s feet, I reach my hands down to cup her cheeks, and in response, she starts sucking me harder. Pulling her away is insanely hard, but once I do, the adorable look on her face is fucking perfect.
“I’m not hurting you, am I?” She asks, teeth coming down on her lower lip.
I shake my head. “Hell no. But you were about to make me fill your fucking mouth. And there’s no way I’m letting you off that easily.”
Cassie’s face turns a deep shade of pink as her eyes greedily climb their way up the inked-up ridges of my body. I know what she’s thinking, too: she’s realizing that fantasies she didn’t know she had are about to become reality.
“You’re thinking about what it would feel like to get fucked by a body like this, aren’t you?”
Cassie bites down harder on her lip and shuts her eyes, still a little too embarrassed to actually say it.
So I think it’s time I gave her a little help.
Kneeling down, I throw my arms around Cassie, picking her up and spinning around like I’m breaking out of a tackle as I pin her to the back wall of the house.
“Aren’t you!?” I growl, showing her a little bit of my real strength for the first time, and Cassie, eyes shut in pure lust, literally yells her answer in my face.
“Yes!”
Instantly, I rip her jeans down off her hips, exposing her perfect curvy ass to my kneading hands. I hold her tight against my cock, driving her insane with the feeling of the monster that’s about to be inside her pressing up against her heat. In response, she starts grinding her hips up against it like she’s trying to snuff out a fire, and the feeling makes me want to fucking explode.
Shit, we need to get into the fucking pool.
As Cassie bucks her hips desperately up against mine, I start ripping off the rest of her clothing: first her shirt, then her bra, a growl ripping itself from my throat as I finally feel her perfect tits pressing up against my chest. Once I throw those to the side, the only thing left is her panties, a thin, black layer of fabric rubbing up and down the length of my cock.
But honestly, they can wait a little bit longer. Right now, we just need to get in the fucking water.
I take a step back from the house, absolutely manhandling Cassie’s curves with my hands and mouth as I rip open the foil packet and sheath myself. Then, I turn around to face the pool and fucking sprint towards the water, jumping right into the deep end with Cassie in my hands.
Before we even reach the surface, my hands curl into the waist of Cassie’s panties and pull them off her legs. I can feel her bring her naked body up to mine in the water, and, wrapping her up in my arms, I kick my legs hard, pushing us over to the side of the pool right as we emerge from the water and pinning her legs wide open up against it.
“This might hurt a little,” I say, bringing my hips into position in the water, “But only at first.”
And just like that, I grab Cassie’s thighs and enter her slowly under the water, sliding my length into her one inch at a time.
And Cassie fucking loves it. I’m not even halfway into her and she’s already completely out of control, moaning and panting as her fingernails dig into my muscular, tattooed sides.
Then, when I finally do get all the way inside her, her eyes shoot open, and she looks at me in shock as I start to thrust, bouncing her entire body off of mine in the water.
I start out at a nice, steady rhythm, which, for me, is about the equivalent of a normal athlete fucking his heart out. Then, when I think Cassie can handle it, I take it up a notch.
Just a notch. But the second I do, something completely fucking crazy happens.
Cassie starts fucking me harder. Asking for more with her body. And every time I give her a little bit more, she fucking loves it, until it’s obvious that she wants every fucking ounce of power I can give her.
And if she wants that, we’re going to have to leave the water. I just hope she’s as ready for this as she thinks she is.
I pull out of Cassie with one hard motion, leaving her gasping for air and looking up at me inquisitively. Then, I wrap my arm around her and kick off the side of the pool, taking us all the way over to where I dropped the yoga mat on the ground. When I climb out of the water and drag it over to the pool’s edge, I can see her start to object, about to tell me that I could hurt myself if we do anything out of the water.
But she can’t actually make the words. She wants to feel me fucking her at full strength too hard to actually object, so after giving her another second or two to prepare, I pull her out of the pool and spread her dripping, naked body out on the yoga mat.
Then, I kneel down, open up her legs again, and look her right in the fucking eyes. “You want to see what I can do? What I can really fucking do?”
Cassie bites her lip and nods, lifting her hips up off the yoga mat as an offering to me.
“Good,” I growl, “Because I’m a fucking savage, and I’ve been dying to show you why ever since I met you.”
And with that, I close my eyes, take a deep breath, and let everything go. I’m not thinking about being too much for Cassie, I’m not thinking about hurting myself, I’m only thinking about fucking this girl until she fucking explodes. And with that one thought consuming my entire being, I grab Cassie’s offered hips and impale them on my cock in one hard motion, and I make Cassie fucking scream.
Her legs wrap around my hips for dear fucking life as I bring her down on the yoga mat, and as I rapidly work my way up towards thrusting into her as hard as I fucking can, she’s with me every step of the way. My hands claim every inch of her body, pulling it all down onto my cock as the noises Cassie makes get closer and closer to the sound of a climax.
I can feel her getting ready to explode, and I press my weight on her, guiding her towards release, adjusting my angle until I feel her gasp, then using my massive cock to get deeper and deeper towards the sensitive little nerves I just hit until Cassie completely explodes, spasming up against me as she tilts her head back towards the desert and screams as she goes completely over the edge.
The feeling of Cassie coming in my arms is so insanely fucking sexy that as she presses herself up against me, I go right over the edge with her, shuddering hard as I hold her body in my arms and give it everything I’ve got until we both finish, collapsing together down onto the yoga mat.
Fuck, that was a good workout. I might actually be sore in the morning. Which means Cassie’s definitely going to be feeling it.
“Holy crap,” She says from beneath me, catching her breath, “I can’t believe that just happened.”
I roll over to her side and smirk. “I definitely can.”
Cassie smacks me in the chest, and then cuddles her naked body up against mine, looking up at the desert stars. “Well, I guess if you’re going to do something that’s going to completely ruin your whole life, it doesn’t hurt to do it in the middle of nowhere.”
I laugh, rolling over onto my back and flexing my leg a little bit. “Shit, my leg feels great. Maybe we should change our rehab plan to be more like what we just did.”
Cassie sleepily rolls her eyes at me. “You wish.”
She rests her head on her forearms, clearly exhausted from what just happened. “If you think this changes anything about our situation, then…”
She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath. Then another one. Then another one. I wait for her to finish her sentence, but after a couple more seconds, it’s pretty obvious that
she’s fast asleep.
Laughing a little, I get up off the ground and scoop Cassie up in my arms, causing her to make an adorable little noise as I carry her back into the house, down the hallway, and into the living room, where I let her back down on the couch and fetch her a blanket from my bedroom so she’ll be a little more comfortable.
Spreading it across her naked, sleeping body, I look down at her and grin. “Don’t worry, Cassie. Our situation is exactly the same.”
Chapter 14: Cassie
Alright, focus Cassie. Twenty more minutes to fill out the rest of these injury reports, and then I can go home. It says a lot about Dr. Larson that the office the LA Marauders let me use after we just kicked them out of the playoff race is about ten times more comfortable than the one I have back in San Diego.
Over on the corner of my desk, my phone buzzes. Shaking my head, I try to ignore it while I finish this up. For some reason, Coach Bradley wanted me to do what seems like the entire medical staff’s worth of paperwork after the game. But hey, it’s not like I have anything better to do tonight, and this is one of those stories that I can use to impress Kings fans when I’m applying for jobs in the future.
With the playoffs getting closer and closer every week, it’s nice to have a story about working here that I can actually tell.
Nervously, I look over at the green light blinking on the corner of my phone. Why do I have the feeling whatever’s in that text is a part of this story I’m going to have to skip?
My eyes dart back to the boring comfort of the paperwork. I’m probably just being silly. After all, ever since getting back from Brady’s rehab, which ended being about ten days, I’ve barely even seen him.
And other than that one little incident…you know, the one where he opened up my legs and fucked me on a yoga mat…things went pretty well.
My thighs press together in my seat as every second of that night washes back over me at once. Come on, not now, not when I have to finish this work before they kick me out of the stadium…
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