Doctor Hero: A collection/A tribute

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by Madison Faye


  “Are—” She swallowed thickly, her bright blue eyes darting to mine. Christ, that soft, lily-white skin with that dark brown hair and that smattering of freckles across her impossibly cute nose had me drowning in her already.

  “Are we doing an exam today?”

  She was nervous. I got that. After all, it’s not like a fertility exam was ever a breeze, but it didn’t help that I wasn’t the doctor she’d been seeing on the first few visits to the clinic.

  “No, Ms. Chase, we’re not.”

  I wish.

  God help me, I wished. Forget professionalism, and boundaries, and my own oaths. Forget the doctor in me. The fucking caveman in me wants to touch every single inch of her body.

  She sat there in her black yoga pants and a loose, grey, sleeveless top — her hair undone and tumbling down one shoulder, and one soft, succulent, glistening lip caught between her teeth. I wanted to tear those clothes off of her piece by piece, like a present for me to unwrap until she was naked before me. And then, I wanted to feel how soft that skin was. I wanted to see if her nipples were as pink as her cheeks, and I wanted to spread those pretty legs and run my tongue across a pussy I could only imagine tasted like candy.

  Somehow, I got ahold of myself. How, I’m not entirely sure.

  “No, today is all exterior. We’re using the new external imaging tech to take a look at everything inside. It’s a bit like a sonogram.”

  She nodded, still nervously chewing that lip in the most tantalizing fucking way, to the point where I could barely concentrate on making words.

  “Why don’t you go ahead and lie back.”

  Then I want you to spread your legs, pull your knees back to your shoulders, and show me how wet that tight little pussy is.

  I growled to myself, my jaw tightening as I tried to calm down.

  “Like this?”

  Fuck her voice was so sweet, like honey, and the way she looked up at me as she lay back in the reclined patient chair had something sparking inside my chest.

  “Just like that.”

  I grabbed the imaging device — it really was just like a sonogram — and turned back to her.

  “Lift your shirt up.”

  I fucking growled it, like a demand. Like I was telling someone I’d just brought home to do it, and not a patient.

  Get a fucking hold of yourself.

  “Over your stomach,” I added quickly, seeing the flush creep into her cheeks.

  But Ada had nodded and slowly she’d reached down and lifted up her top.

  I’d groaned to myself. That unblemished skin. That soft little belly, the easy curve of her hips. The little glimpse of the underside of a light blue, lacy bra.

  …I was rock hard in one damn second.

  My whole fucking body was humming as I approached her, watching her shiver as I came near.

  “And I need you to pull your yoga pants down a bit.”

  Ada had gasped quietly, her chest rising and falling as her eyes had darted to mine. “What?”

  “Not all the way, just so it doesn’t hamper the imaging.”

  “Oh, right.”

  She forced a smile, but all it’d done was highlight how nervous she was. All it did was make her look even more innocent, and more completely and utterly fuckable.

  “A little more, Ms. Chase.”

  She did, tugging the elastic waist down further, and showing me more of that smooth belly, and the soft little groove of her hips. All the way until I caught the edge of her blue lacy panties, matching the bra.

  I growled.

  I couldn’t help it, and by then I honestly did not fucking care. I don’t know if she even heard me, but her cheeks were still blushing bright red.

  “I’m a doctor, Ms. Chase,” I said quietly.

  But in my head, I’ve got you on your knees with that hair wrapped around my fist and your pouty lips wrapped around my cock.

  She laughed nervously, shaking her head. “I know, sorry. I’m being weird.”

  “You’re not.”

  “I’m just nervous is all.”

  I smiled, putting a hand on her arm. It was meant to comfort. It was meant to soothe.

  …It did the exact fucking opposite, to me at last. To me, it got my blood roaring. To me, touching that soft, warm skin got the animal inside of me bellowing like a beast, and got my cock pulsing rock hard against my thigh. I could feel my balls tingling — filling with cum for her.

  I coughed. “Let’s begin.”

  The wand was heated, but just the same, I could see her skin shivering with goosebumps as I moved it across her stomach.

  “So, these are your ovaries,” I murmured, my eyes on the screen next to us. “Fallopian tubes, uterus…”

  That I want to fill with every fucking drop of my sticky cum.

  I was going off the fucking rails in here with her, but I couldn’t stop. I was consumed by her — by all of her. The way her hair smelled, the way she smiled. The way I wanted to protect her.

  Yeah, I knew why she was here, and I knew it wasn’t that she was suddenly interested at nineteen in how fertile she was. No, I knew the Chase name and what her father was capable, and I knew that world she was from. This wasn’t the first time I’d seen the offspring of the uber-wealthy in this clinic to make sure they could “continue the line.”

  Fuck that.

  I growled to myself, turning and watching the small smile on her perfect lips as she watched the screen. So fucking beautiful, and sweet, and innocent. So fucking mine.

  And instantly, I knew it was true. Or would be. In one instant, the roar inside of me turned to fierce resolution.

  No other man would see just how fertile she was. No one but me. No one else would touch this perfect angel.

  “Let’s just go a little lower and check out your cervix.”

  I slowly moved the wand lower, until I was bumping against her hands which were holding down the waist of her pants.

  “All the way, Ms. Chase,” I all but fucking growled, the blood roaring in my ears as I let my gaze burn right into her. Fuck professionalism. Fuck being her doctor. All I was in that moment was a man. A man who’d seen what he wanted.

  …And now this man wanted to see more of what was his.

  Ada bit her lip, gasping quietly before she’d nodded.

  “Oh, right. Of course, Doctor.”

  Fuck me harder, Doctor.

  My cock bulged, pulsing rock hard against my leg. Ada licked her lips — that soft pink tongue darting out to wet them as she slowly hooked her thumbs into the waist of her yoga pants and pushed them down. More and more of her lacy blue panties were exposed to me — more of her hips, and her thighs, and the tempting, tantalizing groove that ran down between her inner thigh and her sweet, off-limits treasure, hidden behind those panties.

  “More.”

  I growled it, like a man barely hanging on. I didn’t care.

  Ada gasped quietly, her face bright red. But she pulled them down even more as I started to move the wand over her lower belly.

  And there it was.

  Holy. Fuck.

  She’d pulled the tight black material down almost all the way over her panties, and there, right fucking in the middle of them, right between her legs, was a dark little wet spot.

  The rest of the world disappeared for me for a second, my entire being glued to the gusset of her panties pulled tight across her lips, and the little tell-tales sign leaking through.

  Ada Chase wasn’t nervous. Ada Chase was fucking turned on.

  I wanted to tear them off. I wanted to bring my face between her thighs, inhale the sweet smell of her and then lick that little cunt right through her panties until she came all over my tongue.

  The rest of the very brief exam was a blur. I remember growling something about everything being in order, and how my professional opinion was that she was perfectly able to bear children.

  …But the man inside of me had a slightly different opinion: she wasn’t just able to bear child
ren, she was able and fucking destined to bear my children.

  She pulled her clothes back into place afterwards, and hopped that perfect little ass off the exam chair. She’d turned and smiled at me, her face still blushing and glowing, and her crystal blue eyes sparkling. She shook my hand, and once again, touching her like that — however innocently — almost had me yanking her right into me, crushing my lips to hers, and then kissing her as I tore the clothes from her tight little body.

  * * *

  Present:

  And then, she was gone, leaving just the feel of her soft skin, the scent of her hair, and the image of her wet little panties permanently etched into my brain. She’d barely left the room when I’d torn my pants open, pulled my throbbing hard cock out, and started to stroke. I’d growled, imagining how sweet her pussy would taste on my lips — how soft her cries would be as I claimed her as my own.

  How fucking sexy she’d look all swollen with our child.

  I groaned, my fist gripping the edge of the desk fiercely, and so close to spraying my cum across the surface of it, when I’d stopped myself.

  No.

  Not like this. Not after I’d gotten a tease of what could be mine. And not just could, would, because I’d decided right there that whatever the consequences, Ada Chase would be mine.

  I’d let go of my cock, panting, and feeling my balls ache in protest. But no, I wouldn’t waste a single drop of cum. Not ever, because from now on, every sticky drop was for her.

  I’d immediately called the receptionist and asked her to call Ms. Chase to book one last check-up.

  “With Doctor Petite?”

  I’d scowled. “Yes. Sure.”

  I’d deal with that part later. I’d make sure he never saw her, and that I did.

  And now here we were, back in the same room — my blood roaring in my ears, my rock-hard cock bulging at my pants, and my balls heavy and swollen with cum for her.

  “I’ve been waiting for you, Ada,” I purred.

  She gasped quietly, stiffening before she slowly turned to look at me over her shoulder. And fuck did my heart melt.

  Those pretty blue eyes, those pouty lips, that smattering of freckles across her cute little nose. She slid off the exam table and turned, her hands toying with each other and her chest rising and falling. Her cheeks turned that rosy pink again, and her gorgeous eyes glimmered as they looked up to meet my steely brown ones.

  “Hello, Doctor Brody,” she breathed. “I— I didn’t know you—”

  “Take your clothes off.”

  I growled the words, watching and feeling my dick throb as I saw the flush creep hotter over her cheeks.

  “Wha-what?” she gasped quietly.

  “Take. Them. Off.” I moved across the room until I was right in front of her, almost touching her. She whimpered — Jesus Christ, she fucking whimpered, her mouth opening slightly as she looked up at me with those big, blue eyes. And right there, I knew. Right there, I knew this wasn’t in my head.

  Because all I saw in those pretty eyes of hers, was want.

  …And I was going to give her everything she wanted.

  “Take off your clothes, Ada,” I purred, my eyes never leaving hers. “Right now.”

  Chapter Three

  Ada

  My whole body trembled, and I could feel a shiver of something hot and wicked tease through me.

  For a second, I thought it was fear I was feeling swelling up inside of me. But then I realized it was something else: excitement. It wouldn’t be old Doctor Petite doing the exam that day, it was going to be him.

  Jackson.

  It would be him putting his hands on my skin, and telling me to undress, and seeing me. It would be him who touched me, and commanded me, and let the heat of his perfect body radiate through me in the small exam room.

  My pulse roared in my ears, and I could feel a tingle spreading through every inch of my skin. I knew this was wrong — I knew it was silly to get so worked up and excited and, well, turned on, by my doctor. And I knew stripping down was something I could have expected for an exam like this. But then, the way he’d just said it was so…demanding, that it’d lit something inside of me. It wasn’t the way a doctor might tell a patient to undress, it was the way a lover might tell you to.

  …Not that I had any experience with that one.

  But wrong or not, there was no denying how I felt, and how the prospect of taking my clothes off in front of Doctor Brody made me both scared and so damn excited I could barely stand it. And I wanted to — I really, truly wanted to, in this insane, body-electrifying way. But then…

  I bit my lip, my breath coming quickly as I swallowed thickly.

  “Let me call a nurse.”

  Shit. He’d taken my hesitation for being uncomfortable. And, well, yeah, I was pretty sure there was supposed be a female nurse in the room when I got undressed in front of a male doctor. But then, I didn’t want someone else in here, because as wrong as it was and as naughty a thought it was, I wanted to undress for him and him only.

  Jackson started to turn to the phone on the wall. “Hang on, I’ll—”

  “That’s okay.”

  The words tumbled from my lips quickly, and I could feel my pulse racing faster as he froze, his shoulders bunching tight before he turned back to me.

  I swallowed.

  “I— I don’t mind.”

  God, there it was — that fierce look, and that hunger etched across his chiseled jaw.

  “You’re a doctor after all,” I said quietly, breathlessly.

  I saw the spark blaze in his eyes as he turned fully towards me. Slowly, he grinned hungrily.

  “Very true. And today, Ada, I’m your doctor.”

  I shivered as I reach down to start unbuttoning my blouse.

  Jackson didn’t budge. He didn’t make a single move to look away, or even blink. His gorgeous dark eyes just stayed laser-focused on me, his jaw clenched tight, a storm brewing behind his face.

  I trembled as I finished with the buttons, slipping the blouse off and draping if over the chair near the wall. I swallowed, my whole body shivering in excitement and anticipation as I slowly reached for the waist of the plain black yoga pants I’d worn.

  “Take them off, Ms. Chase,” he purred quietly, his deep, resonating baritone voice throbbing through my body.

  I panted faster, heart racing as I slowly peeled them down, over my panties, and my ass, and then down my legs — bending over to strip them off one foot. I sorely wished I’d worn something sexier than just a black bra and panties — ones that didn’t even actually match at that. But, God, why would I have? To the doctor’s office? I mean, if I’d known it was him who’d see me that day, maybe…

  I felt my body shiver, my nipples puckering to little points under my bra, the heat flooding between my thighs. Fuck, why the hell was I so turned on being in a small, locked room with this man? I bent to pull the yoga pants off the other foot, when I started to tumble off balance. Instantly, his hand was there, gripping me firmly on the arm and keeping me upright.

  Oh.

  Oh, that’s why I was so turned on being in a small, locked room with this man. Because his touch turned me to freaking jelly. Because his hand on my arm sent a fire blazing through me and a filthy, naughty pulse deep between my thighs.

  “Too cold?” he purred, his brow arched in amusement as I shivered under his grip.

  “N-no,” I barely whispered, standing right in front of the gorgeous, impossibly sexy older man of my fantasies, in just a bra and panties.

  Too hot, maybe, I thought to myself. So freaking hot that you make me shiver when you touch me.

  “Let’s hop up here,” he finally murmured, breaking the spell as he let my arm go and turned to pat the exam chair.

  I shivered as I did what he said, climbing up onto the soft, plush seat and laying back. I licked my lips, feeling so naughty, even if he was a doctor, by just sitting there in front of him in just my underwear. But then, there wasn’t very
much “doctorly” about the way his eyes slid over me, leaving a heated pulse in their wake. My nipples hardened under that gaze, poking against my thin bra obviously, even with how warm the room was.

  “We’ll start with another round of what we did last week, just to make sure.”

  Doctor Brody kept his eyes locked onto mine as he picked up the instrument from the week before and brought it to my mid-section. And just like the week before, he placed it against my skin as the monitor next to us flickered to life. But then, he brought his other hand down, and suddenly, his palm was flat against my belly.

  Oh God…

  I trembled — his warm, powerful hand touching me between my belly-button and the edge of my panties. One of his fingers was actually touching the edge of them, and it was everything I could do not to moan right there. I squeezed my legs together tight, chewing madly at my bottom lip as I felt the raw heat of that touch tingle right to my core.

  Jackson started to move the instrument around my skin again, but this time, I wasn’t watching the screen. This time, I was panting, my mouth hanging open and my eyes hooded as I watched his hand resting on my skin. He brought the instrument lower with the other hand, and the one resting on me slowly shifted lower, and lower.

  I was dripping wet — so wet that I knew I was making a mess of my panties. My nipples strained against my bra, and I was sure my panting was the loudest thing in the room. But Doctor Brody didn’t seem to notice. He moved his hand lower, until a full half of his hand was resting on my panties and my mound underneath them.

  And then suddenly, he moved away.

  The breath I didn’t even know I was holding whooshed out of me in a rush. Jackson turned and smiled at me, but it was no “doctorly” smile, it was something downright hungry.

  He rolled the sleeves of his crisp white shirt up to the elbow, and I moaned inside.

  Tattoo ink, and muscles, for days. I mean fuck, those forearms rippled as he went to the other sleeve, and the tattoos? My eyes traced the ink and the designs, feeling like more and more of a total pervert for lusting this hard after my freaking medical professional.

 

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