Good Time Doctor

by Penny Wylder

  “Right here, is it?” he murmurs against my ass, and starts to stroke my G-spot again, again, again.

  “Yes, oh, god, don’t stop,” I pant. But as soon as I say that, his fingers still inside me. He licks my ass one last time, tongue sliding right around the tight pucker, before he pulls back. His fingers drop out of me, and I sag against the window, confused, panting. “What are you doing?” I protest. “I said don’t stop.”

  But he’s standing up, locking eyes with me as he licks his fingers clean, one at a time. “I told you you’d have to beg for me. Now let’s hear it.”

  My jaw drops. He can’t be serious. But he just stands there watching me, amusement written all over his face, sparking in his eyes.

  “You want me to… beg?”

  “Let’s hear it, dirty girl. If you want the full punishment, that is. Otherwise…” He turns toward the door, and I practically leap at him, grabbing the edge of his shirt.

  “Wait.”

  He halts, staring at me once more, amused.

  I swallow hard. “Just… just give me a second.” I hesitate, then reach up for his shirt buttons. “And this is in the way,” I add.

  He just watches me, smirking, as I yank the buttons of his shirt open and push it off his body. I grab his pants next, undoing the clasp, while all the while, he watches me with those dark, serious eyes of his. “You’ve never begged anyone for it, have you, Naomi?”

  Hearing name makes my heart skip, then trill in my chest. I know I should have used a fake with him earlier, but I can’t make myself regret it. Something about hearing it in his mouth feels so damn right. “I… maybe not,” I mumble, flashing him a shy look.

  His grin widens. “Good.” He catches my wrists just as I finish undoing his pants, but before I can push them down off his hips. “Then this will be a fun first for you.” He steps me back, until I’m back against the window. This time my ass is pressed against the pane of glass, and my hands are both grasped in one of his stronger, broader hands. He raises my arms over my head and pins them against the window. With his free hand, he reaches down to stroke my pussy again, this time not pushing a finger inside me, but just stroking my lips, one after the next.

  He parts them, circles his finger around my entrance. Then withdraws, to circle around my mound, before he repeats. It’s a slow, burning kind of agony, with every nerve in my body on fire for him, begging for me to fuck him. Every part of me except my mouth.

  I bite my lower lip, internally debating.

  He watches, amusement dancing in those dark gray eyes of his. “All you have to do is ask me very, very nicely, and I’ll give you exactly what you want from me,” he promises.

  I swallow hard.

  His fingers part my lower lips. This time, he lets one finger slide inside me. Then a second. I moan and buck against his hand. His thumb grazes my clit, and it sends sparks through my body, making me buck against his hand, my breath hard and hot. “Okay, we’ll practice,” he whispers. He starts to stroke me faster again, and I practically groan with relief. His mouth is inches from mine, his gaze still intent on me, as his fingers drive into me over and over, pushing me toward a peak.

  I’m so close I can practically taste the orgasm, when suddenly, out of nowhere, his hand goes still. Then he pulls his fingers out of me. I curse, loud and profusely, but that only makes him grin wider.

  “I told you. Ask me nicely.” At that, he places his hand back on my inner thigh. Slides it back up to my pussy again. This time, when his fingers touch my lips, I can already feel that I’m dripping, his fingers coated in my juices as he starts to stroke my slit once more.

  I press my lips together, stubborn to the end. But after twice more of the same treatment—twice with him stroking me right up to the edge of bliss, only to withdraw his touch, leaving me aching and groaning with want, I finally can’t take it any longer. “Please,” I whisper, at the same time feeling a tiny thrill at the sensation, one I’m not very familiar with. It’s the sensation of surrender. Giving myself over to him, this man I barely know, this stranger, really.

  But maybe that’s what gives me the courage. The fact that he’s nobody, anonymous. A one-night stand. Because there are no strings attached, I can be as free as I want to be.

  And what I want to be, it turns out, isn’t free at all. I want to be his, if only for the night.

  “Louder, Naomi,” he murmurs, as he kisses my belly, his tongue flicking into my navel. Circling the sensitive skin there.

  “Please,” I repeat, putting more force behind it now. “Please lick my pussy, Angel.”

  He stops abruptly. “Don’t call me that,” he says, and then grimaces, as though regretting having said it.

  Still, the confession sends a trill of curiosity through me. “Why not?” I peer at him, frowning. “What should I call you?”

  But his expression has cleared already, his gaze sharpening, going intense and more intent than ever. “You may call me Sir.”

  There it is again, that flutter in my belly. It increases, becomes a regular hurricane when he nips at my belly, his teeth sharp enough to make me gasp, though not to leave any real marks. “Sir,” I repeat, as his fingers part my lips and tease at my entrance yet again. “Please lick my pussy, Sir.”

  He kisses lower. His lips explore my mound, his tongue slipping down to flick over the smooth-shaven skin there. Then he pauses and speaks again. As he does, his breath tickles the wet patch he’s left on my me and makes me shiver from head to toe. “And what else would you like me to do to you, Naomi?”

  I wet my lips, knowing what he means. What he wants from me. “Please make me come, Sir.”

  With a dark, dangerous smile that tells me that was exactly what he wanted to hear, he pushes me back against the window, my ass now flat against the glass, my back turned to the world. In a sudden, swift motion, he catches my legs and draws them apart, wide enough that I’m standing spread-eagled with my hands fisted in his hair for balance. Then he plunges his face between my legs, his stubble scratching the delicate skin on the inside of my thighs as he presses his face between them. His tongue flicks out to the base of my slit, and curves slowly up along me, until he reaches my clit. He circles it, not quite touching, and lets his tongue drag back down my slit again.

  Back and forth, until finally, he flattens his tongue into a long spear and thrusts into me. At the same time, his thumb gently circles my mound, right over my clit, and the combined sensations make me cry out, my head falling backward against the cool glass of the window.

  It’s a study in opposites—the cold glass, the heat of his mouth, his fingers, my body reacting to his touch. I arch my hips against him and tighten my hands in his hair, moaning as he drives his tongue into me again and again. “Oh yes, oh, god, yes,” I moan as he goes.

  But when I’m near my climax again, he slows once more, and this time, I know what he wants from me before he can pull his tongue out of my pussy to ask it. “Please, Sir. Let me come for you,” I gasp. It’s hotter than I imagined it would be, saying those words. Begging him to give me pleasure.

  His eyes flash to mine, hungry, and I can tell he’s enjoying this every bit as much as I am. He curls his tongue inside me and strokes inside, the tip of his tongue curled to press against my front inner wall, dragging along my G-spot with each thrust. I cry out, and my voice becomes a wordless, loud groan of pleasure as the climax finally hits me, all that much stronger for being delayed and teased for so long.

  Pleasure sparks through my body, all along my nerve endings. I can feel my pussy convulsing, reflexive, around his tongue, as he continues to lick me, his tongue drawing out to lap against my clit as my body shakes with the aftershocks. Before I can even catch my breath though, he’s gripping my ass in his hands and pulling my pussy against his face, his tongue lapping against my clit again, again, until I’m right back there at the peak.

  “Oh, fuck.” I tense, hands tight in his hair, nails digging into his scalp. “I’m going to come again. Fuck, I�
��m so close, don’t stop, don’t—” I cry out again, as a second orgasm hits, and this time my legs threaten to give out beneath me. But I needn’t have worried. Before I can sag too far down the window, I feel strong arms circling my waist, and then he’s right there in front of me, pulling me against him, holding me tight, his body hotter than ever now, and mine trembling in his arms.

  I tilt my head back to meet his gaze and find him staring at me like he can’t quite believe I exist. “Naomi…” he whispers.

  Suddenly, I don’t want to hear what he has to say. I don’t want him to break this spell, the heat that comes from two strangers who don’t know each other deciding to go wild for one night. I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him, hard. His mouth parts under mine, and then his tongue is in my mouth, wrestling with mine, and I can taste myself on his lips.

  Fuck, that’s hot.

  We break apart, and his eyes are dark, hungry again. All business once more. “On the bed,” he commands, and releases me.

  I step back from the window, leaving steam all over the glass, and take two careful steps toward the bed. “How do you want me, Sir?” I ask, still catching my breath from those orgasms.

  He smirks. “On your knees, of course, dirty girl.”

  I crawl onto the bed on all fours. He steps up to me and starts to take down his pants. Before he does, though, I summon my courage to ask the question I know I need to. “Do you have a condom?” I ask, with a glance over my shoulder.

  But he’s way ahead of me, already holding one in his hands with a smirk, as he bites the wrapper and tears it open. “Of course,” he says. “Always come prepared.”

  It makes me hesitate, for a second, because it makes me wonder if he’s done this before, and if so, with whom, and when. But I don’t have long to dwell on it, because his pants are coming down now, and I suck in a sharp, startled breath at what I see as he pushes them down over his hips, his boxers straight after.

  “God, you’re so big,” I whisper before I can stop myself. His cock springs free of his boxers like it can’t stand to be contained for a second longer, and I can guess why. He’s larger than any guy I’ve been with, and thick, too, his cock marbled with veins that stand out on all sides.

  He laughs, his mouth quirked up on one side in amusement. “Don’t worry,” he says. “I promise to go slow. Give you plenty of time to adjust to me.”

  I find myself shaking my head. I meet his gaze again. If tonight is the night I act out some of my wildest fantasies, why not go all the way? “I don’t want you to go slow,” I say. “I want you to fuck me, Sir. Hard.” I swallow, then smile, as I remember the magic word. “Please,” I add, and his eyes flash hot with lust.

  “I see.” He climbs onto the bed and I suck in a breath, before he kneels behind me to run his hands over my ass, down the backs of my thighs, stroking me lightly, making me shiver. “So you want me to fuck you hard and rough, is that it, Naomi?”

  I nod, then catch myself and lick my lips, suddenly nervous again, but an excited kind of nervous, my heart racing and my breath catching in my throat. “I…” But facing away from him, it’s easier to say this. Easier to admit to something I’ve always wanted in bed but never been brave enough to just come right out and ask for. “I want you to fuck me so hard I can’t walk straight tomorrow, Sir.”

  He chuckles once more, and leans down to bite my ass, just hard enough to make me gasp, before he kisses the same spot, soothing away the sting of the pain. All the while, his hands continue to caress me, sliding up and over my hips, along my waist, to cup my breasts, his thumbs and forefingers rolling my nipples between them. I inhale sharply as my nipples harden at his deft touch. “That, my darling, I can help you with.” I feel the bed shift under me as he positions himself behind me.

  Then I inhale again, as I feel him part my lips, the tip of his cock sliding between my lips to stroke back and forth along the length of my slit. I’m soaked from his earlier licking and fingering, and I can tell the tip of his cock is getting coated in my juices.

  “God, you are fucking sexy as hell,” he murmurs, then, and I feel him lean down to kiss the nape of my neck, drawing another shiver out of me. I turn, and he meets my eyes, his own dark with lust and something more. A hint of something like curiosity. “Has anyone ever told you that?” he whispers, and I can’t help it.

  Between the quiet of the room and the intensity of his stare, I can’t help telling the truth. I shake my head. My asshole ex certainly never did, at least.

  In response, he cups my chin and tilts my face as he bends down to kiss me once more, softer than before, slower. “Someone should,” he murmurs when we part again. “Every damn day.” With that, he leans back and presses his cock into me, slowly, an inch at a time, and I moan in pleasure.

  “God, right there,” I gasp, with every inch he sinks deeper into me. I catch my breath at a certain point, worried he won’t fit if he goes any farther, but he seems to notice my tension, and stops, draws back a little, giving me a second to adjust before he thrusts back against me, pressing in deeper, deeper.

  God, I’ve never been stuffed like this before. He seems to fill every inch of me, making my pussy stretch to accommodate him, making me ache. But it’s a pleasant, bone-deep ache. Especially when he pulls out a little and thrusts back into me, just a tiny thrust at first, still letting me adjust to him. “Fucking hell, you’re so big,” I groan again, and he chuckles once more, his tone low and dark.

  “Yet you’re taking all of me, dirty girl. Are you impressed with yourself?” He draws back a little and thrusts into me again. “You should be.” He starts to rock against me, building up a rhythm, slowly speeding up, as I push back against him.

  My upper body falls forward into the bed cushions as I arch my hips back at him. He grabs my hips, his hands digging into the soft flesh there as he uses me for purchase, and slowly builds to a faster rhythm. Soft cries of pleasure escape me as he starts to thrust faster, especially when he pulls me back against him roughly and angles himself down into me, his thick cock straining against my pussy walls, his tip dragging along my G-spot with each deep thrust.

  “God, you are so fucking tight. And so wet for me…” His finger slides down underneath me for a second, and his thumb finds the spot just over my clit, pressing against my mound as he thrusts into me.

  The sensation makes me cry out in pleasure, and he grins, thrusting faster, harder.

  “You still want it hard, dirty girl?”

  “Fuck yes,” I moan.

  “And rough?”

  “Please, Sir.” My voice is breathy, so distant I barely even recognize it, as he starts to pound into me, harder, faster. Every time he asks if I want more, I beg him for it. Soon he’s fucking me with abandon, and I’m bouncing against the bed with each thrust, my voice a wordless cry as I build toward a peak, faster than I would have thought possible.

  “Come for me,” he orders, not a question, but a command, one I can’t possibly help but obey.

  I do it. When he orders me to, I come for him, my pussy tightening around his shaft as he continues to drive his cock relentlessly into me. He demands I do it again, and I obey as best I can, only needing a little time to recover before I find myself right at the peak again, falling over the edge into pleasure. Sparks explode behind my eyelids, and my whole body shakes with the force of each orgasm.

  Behind me, I can tell he’s nearing his peak, too. His body tenses, and his hands go tight as vises around my hips. He grits his teeth, and I turn to look at him, to watch the expression on his face when he loses control.

  “Naomi,” he groans, right before his eyes lock onto mine, and for a second, I see through his confident, calm exterior as his control slips a little, as he lets himself go. He comes hard inside me, his cock twitching as he keeps pumping into me, hands tight on my hips for balance. He slows a little, and finally stops, and pulls out of me, his breath still coming fast, his eyes glossed with pleasure.

  I don’t wait to ask for orde
rs, not anymore. I push myself up and turn around to wrap my arms around him, then draw him down next to me on the bed. He wraps his arms around my slim form and tucks me into his side. With my head on his chest, I can hear his racing heartbeat, and feel my own pounding in response.

  Both our heartbeats slow, a little, as we lie there in one another’s arms. I breathe in his scent, pine and sandalwood and something else, something sharp and salty and all his own.

  “Fuck,” he finally murmurs, and laughs a little, softly, his laughter echoing where my ear is pressed to his chest. “That was… incredible.”

  “You can say that again,” I murmur, my eyelids drooping. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I’m aware of him reaching around me for the covers and tugging them across us. But I’m already falling into sleep, too tired to keep my eyes open much longer.

  For some reason, a reason I can’t possibly begin to explain, I feel safe here. Secure, wrapped up in his arms.

  Curled like that, against this mysterious stranger, a man I met by chance through a number on a bathroom stall of all places, I drift into a deep, easy sleep. The first I’ve had since long before my divorce.

  3

  In my dream, the handsome stranger is naked. So am I. We’re in a pool somewhere—no, I realize, a hot tub. He’s got me pinned against the side of it, and I can feel the hard, thick length of his cock between us, digging into my belly. There are other people somewhere nearby, I know—in the dream I’m laughing, telling him we can’t, they’ll see us. But he shakes his head and tells me to stop worrying.

  “You have a gorgeous body,” he tells me in a deep, sexy whisper. “Why not show it off?”

  So I cave in, and let him continue touching me, his hands exploring lower, lower, as his tongue slips between my lips and into my mouth. He parts my legs, and I wrap them around his waist, eager, my arms around his neck too. He drives into me, then, and I can feel his cock all the way up into my belly, he’s so long and thick, the veins thick enough to tease against my walls as he thrusts into my pussy over and over, making me scream with pleasure.