Doctor Hero: A collection/A tribute

by Madison Faye

  But seriously? Doctors should not be that hot.

  “Well, that part’s done,” he murmured, his eyes dragging over my near-naked body until they met my gaze with a heated flash. He smiled, and I melted under it, watching it creep over his chiseled jaw, and his gorgeously built cheekbones, and even those little dimples at the corner.

  “That part?”

  He grinned again, but this time it was right back to that look that had a tinge of hunger and a dangerous promise to it.

  “Well, we still have the exam to do today.”

  My stomach flip-flopped.

  “The what?”

  “The exam, Ada,” he growled, that fierce hunger blazing across his face. He moved closer to me. “We have to do it today.”

  “We do?” I squeaked out.

  Oh God, oh God, oh God…

  “Yes, we do, Ada,” he purred. His arm extended, and suddenly, his fingers brushed against my hip — just barely, but enough to send a freaking lightning-bolt right through me.

  “I’ll call the nurse.”

  He started to turn, when somehow, the words just tumbled out of my mouth.

  “No.” I swallowed heavily. “No, that’s okay,” I said quietly.

  No, that’s NOT okay! I screamed inside. What the HELL are you doing?

  This man could not examine me — not like this, and not right now. I mean, obviously, every filthy fantasy I’d had about him over the last week said I felt otherwise, but I knew if he did it now, he’d see how freaking wet I was.

  He’d smell how turned on I was for him.

  …For my doctor. I mean, how mortifying is that?

  “No?” He grinned, turning back to me and pulling his sleeves up higher, making his tattooed forearms ripple. “Just you and me, then,” he growled.

  “Yes,” I whispered.

  “Perfect. If it’s just the two of us, we can start,” he purred.

  I swore I heard a low growl in his throat as he moved closer, and closer, until he was hovering right over me. He leaned over, his hands moving to either side of my head on the soft chair behind me as he leaned in close. I gasped as I felt his lips barely brush my ears.

  “So why don’t you spread those pretty thighs wide for me, Ada.”

  Chapter Four

  Ada

  What?

  I was hearing things — I knew it. My filthy, wicked thoughts of this man had finally caught up with me, and I was officially hearing things. This had to be my body and my head playing tricks on me, after a full week of fantasizing about him. I knew what I’d thought I’d heard, but there was no way I actually had.

  …Right?

  I blinked, my breath coming fast as I shivered and looked up into his deep, dark eyes.

  “Doctor?”

  There was something so hot about being so exposed in front of him like this, nearly naked. I knew he was a doctor, and that this was a doctor’s office, but it didn’t change anything for me. I’d gone far past looking a Jackson as a medical professional, and instead saw him as a real, living, breathing, panty-melting fantasy of mine. And with him standing right over me like that, like he was pinning me to the damn exam chair, the fantasies of the last week were becoming very, very real.

  “I said,” he purred, lowering closer again, until for a second I could have sworn he was going to kiss me.

  “Spread. Those. Pretty. Thighs. Wide for me.”

  And I moaned. God help me, when he growled those words almost right against my lips, my whole body shivered like someone had sent electric current through me, and I moaned.

  “For the exam, of course,” Jackson added with a quiet intensity. His fierce, captivating eyes burned into mine, and I could feel the heat of his body against my bare skin.

  “Of course,” I whispered, my heart hammering a million miles an hour in my chest as I slowly nodded.

  “I like that color on you,” he murmured, glancing down and making it perfectly clear that his eyes were dragging over my bra, and then lower to my panties.

  I blushed fiercely.

  “Thank you.”

  “Black is incredibly sexy against your skin tone,” Doctor Brody murmured, his jaw tight.

  Sexy.

  The doctor had just said my underwear was sexy. I’d say things were starting to veer left of professional, but then, I was pretty sure me sitting in my bra and panties alone with him after he told me to spread my thighs meant we were already way past that.

  The thought made me tremble in a naughty sort of excitement.

  “Let’s get started then,” he purred in that deep baritone voice, before his eyes slid right back to my panties again.

  “I’ll get these for you.”

  I gasped as his fingers slid up the outside of my legs, leaving heat and want in their wake. He slid his fingertips under the lacy waist of my panties, and I could feel every single nerve in my body on fire with anticipation.

  This was really happening.

  A man was about to pull my panties off and see all of me, for the very first time. Well, a man besides my—

  I blushed, realizing how close I’d come in my head to saying “a man besides my doctor.” I knew what that was supposed to mean — that no one had seen me intimately. But every single thing about that moment felt pretty freaking intimate.

  And I loved that.

  Something felt — as insane as it even was to think it — right about that moment being the most intimate one of my life. Something about Jackson made it like that. Whatever that magnetism about him was, it’d drawn me in, and made me crave this moment with him. And now that we were here, it felt right. It felt like I’d waited for this for long so that it could be him. And I knew how insane and crazy that sounded even at the time, but I didn’t care.

  Slowly, his fingers tightened on the lacy edge of my panties, and he started to tug them down. I trembled, the heat blazing through my body as this gorgeous, dominant man slowly tugged my panties down. My lower belly was exposed, and then more of my hips, and my mound, until with a barely contained gasp from my lips, my pussy was revealed to him.

  He started to tug the panties lower, when suddenly, they stuck. My whole face — and probably my entire body — blushed scarlet as the thin little strip of fabric between my legs stuck to my sticky, slippery wet pussy.

  Jackson growled. I gasped, glancing down to see his jaw tight and his eyes blazing.

  “Beautiful,” he murmured, his eyes locked onto the slick, wet place between my legs that no man had seen.

  “Wha-what?” I barely choked out.

  Jackson looked up. “You heard me, Ada,” he said with that brooding, quiet intensity that’d gotten me this worked up and dripping wet in the first place.

  “You’re fucking beautiful.”

  Oh God.

  I was turning to jelly in front of him as he moved in, his hands sliding up my thighs as he started to push them apart.

  No gloves. The doctor wasn’t wearing gloves as his strong masculine hands slid over my skin. I whimpered, my whole body aching for more of his touch as he moved higher. His hands were so soft and yet powerful, and strong.

  He moved higher and higher, making me gasp out loud. Fingers slid up the creases where my thighs just touched my pussy, and this time, I couldn’t help the moan that tumbled from my lips.

  “Good girl,” he purred, teasing his fingertips back up and down the same little crease, over and over until I swear my hips were moving against his hands. He kept teasing me as he came so close to touching me where no one ever had before.

  …And then he did.

  I moaned. There was not chance of hiding it, but by then, I was pretty sure I couldn’t have anyways. His strong fingers slid right between my slick, soft lips, tracing over my opening and across my clit, making me cry out. His fingers pushed between my folds, spreading me open for his piercing gaze. His thumb brushed over my clit, making me gasp loudly as my whole body came alive for him.

  “Mmm,” Jackson growled, his eyes slidi
ng up every inch of my body until his fierce, hungry gaze was locked onto mine. “Good reaction, Ada.”

  “Oh?” I croaked out, swallowing thickly and trying to stop another moan from falling out of my mouth as he started to rub my clit with slow, teasing brushes of his thumb.

  “Yes,” he growled, his gaze fierce. “Why don’t we try that one again?”

  I panted, slowly nodding my head. “Yes plea-ooh…”

  I moaned loudly, tumbling completely as his strong thumb rolled over my aching clit — again and again and again. He moved slowly and deliberately, sending lightning through my body as he teased my little nub. I cried out, moaning for him as he sent sparks of electricity through my body.

  “Very good, Ada,” Jackson growled, his eyes dragging back to mine. He eased a finger against my opening. I’d never had sex before, but horse-riding when I was younger meant I’d long since lost my hymen. And yet, no one aside from a doctor — and a doctor in a very different circumstance — had ever felt inside of me. Jackson was about to be my first.

  …And it wasn’t the only thing I wanted him to be my first for.

  He eased his finger inside and curled it deep against that sweet perfect spot inside, and I knew I was lost. Lying there, totally at his mercy with those gorgeous eyes locked onto mine and his fingers and thumb doing things to my body that no man ever had, I knew I was lost.

  I knew I was his.

  He slid a second finger inside, and I moaned as my hips rocked to meet him eagerly. Jackson chuckled, bringing his other hand to my stomach and resting his palm there.

  “So fucking eager,” he growled, his jaw twitching. “Are you this excited for Doctor Petite? This fucking wet.”

  “No!” I gasped quietly, shaking my head.

  “And how about any other man?” he growled lowly, his eyes flashing fire. “Are there any other men who—”

  “There are no other men,” I said quietly, biting my lip. “There—”

  I looked away, but suddenly, his hand was cupping my jaw, and gently turning me back into that fierce gaze.

  “There’s never been another man, has there, beautiful?”

  I swallowed, my face flushed as I shook my head. “No.”

  “Good.”

  The word growled from his lips, and that fire in his eyes blazed even hotter as he let them sear into me. He moved closer to me, almost like he was about to move onto the chair with me. His fingers slid deep inside of me, stroking me so perfectly as his thumb rolled over my clit again and again, making my body melt for him.

  “Nice and wet,” he growled. “I love the way your little pussy responds for me.”

  I gasped sharply, panting at his filthy, commanding words.

  “I don’t use medical terms, Ada,” Jackson murmured, leaning close into me. “They can be so cold and sterile.”

  I nodded, panting as his thumb rolled over my clit.

  “So I want to use familiar terms with my patients.”

  He kept sliding his fingers in and out of me, stroking against my inner wall as his thumb teased my clit again and again, until I was a puddle for him. Or at least, leaving one on chair beneath me.

  “Familiar terms like pussy,” he growled, curling his fingers inside of me and bringing a loud cry of pleasure from my lips.

  “Or clit.”

  His thumb rubbed over my hard little nub, sending my body reeling in ecstasy.

  “After all, the reason you’re here is so that we can make sure you’re able to take a man’s cum deep inside this sweet little pussy until you swell with child.”

  My pulse thundered through me, the gasp panting from my lips at his words. His fingers plunged in and out of me, his thumb brushing my clit, and his other hand stroking my belly and my thighs.

  Jackson leaned close, and when his lips brushed my ear, the fire started to blaze out of control inside of me.

  “And believe me when I say, Ada,” he growled lowly in my ear, making my pussy tighten around his fingers and flood them with more of my sticky arousal.

  “Believe me when I say I’ll be personally making sure that you can.”

  The fire took hold inside of me, and suddenly, a feeling I’d only ever had with myself started to erupt inside.

  Oh my God….

  I was going to come.

  Right there.

  For him.

  For my doctor.

  His fingers slid deep inside, and he started to curl them inside like he was beckoning me. His thumb started to rub my clit faster and faster, and when his teasing fingers traced over my hips and my thighs and my mound, I started to tumble.

  Jackson leaned close again, his lips hot against my ear.

  “I know you’re close, beautiful,” he murmured. “I know this tight, hot little pussy wants to come so fucking bad for me. I know you want to give me all of that sweet honey and coat my fucking fingers in it so I can lick them clean. So be a good girl,” he growled, his teeth raking over my earlobe as his fingers drove in and out and his thumb rolled my clit again and again.

  “Be a good girl and come for me.”

  I screamed, and then, it happened.

  I went crashing over the edge, my whole body arching off the exam chair. I started to cry out in pleasure, when suddenly, his lips crushed to mine, kissing me fiercely and swallowing my cries of pleasure as his fingers made me come harder than I’d ever come in my entire life.

  “Good girl,” he whispered into my lips. “And now you’re mine.”

  Chapter Five

  Jackson

  I kissed her hungrily, tasting those sweet, honeyed lips I’d been dreaming of for a week. I claimed her mouth, searing my lips to hers and letting my tongue explore hers. For a second, she froze, as if even though I’d just made her fucking come on my fingers, this was still something so shockingly new to her.

  And I suppose it was.

  A virgin. I wasn’t going to fetishize it, but the fact that no other man had been inside of her — that no other man had ever touched her, or made her moan, or made her beg for more, or made her come — turned my cock to solid fucking steel. She’d be mine and mine only — always. It would be me who taught her to beg for more — me who made her come until she couldn’t stand it any longer.

  It’d be me who slid his cock between her thighs for the first time — who felt that tight, slick, young pussy stretch around my shaft and slide down every inch of me until I emptied my balls inside of her.

  She moaned as she melted into me, the frozen moment shattering as she kissed me back, hungrily and whimpering softly.

  “You know who I am, beautiful,” I growled into her lips, my fingers still teasing that dripping wet, hot pussy of hers.

  “Y-yes, I do,” she whispered, panting as I teased a finger over her clit again.

  “You know my reputation and position here at the clinic, and in the medical field at large.”

  She faltered, her eyes looking away as her brow furrowed. “Yes, I’m—” She looked down, her lip catching between her teeth. “I’m sorry, Doctor Brody. I know we shouldn’t be doing this, and I know I’m putting you in a—”

  “Ada.”

  My voice was firm, stopping her as she — what, tried to apologize to me? Like if this was a bad thing, it was in any way her fault? I scowled, not pissed at her, but pissed at the world she’d grown up in that would teach her to apologize for what had just happened.

  I leaned in, and slowly, I let my lips sear to hers. I’d kissed her hungrily and fiercely the first time. This time, I took my time. This time, I kissed her slowly, letting her lips melt against mine and letting her tongue play with mine.

  “My reputation, my position — all of it.” I kissed her harder, letting her feel every piece of me as I did. “I’d give it all up for you.”

  The gasp was quiet as it teased from her lips, and the way her cheeks flushed pink and the way her eyes lit up made my fucking heart practically jump out of my chest.

  “What?”

  “All of
it, Ada,” I growled. My hands slid to her waist pulling her into me as I half climbed into the chair over her. “From the second I saw you here last week, I knew one thing, and I haven’t stopped thinking it, and I never fucking will. Do you know what that is?”

  She swallowed thickly, her eyes wide and locked with mine as she slowly shook her head.

  “That you were made to be mine, Ada. And that I was made to be yours. That your heart, and that sweet body of yours were made for me to take, and keep, and hold, and protect. I knew it the moment I saw you, and in the week between then and now, it’s only gotten bigger, and more real.”

  And it had. The decades of hard work, the years of study and sweat. The dedication. All of it, I’d give up in a heartbeat for her.

  “And I know you felt the same, Ada. I knew it then, and I know it now by the way your body reacts to me — by the way you kissed me back just now.” My eyes burned fiercely into hers as I leaned close, pulling her into my arms

  And slowly, she nodded. “I— This whole week…”

  “I know,” I growled. “You’re mine, beautiful. You’re my princess now — my queen. I know the world you’re from, and I know what’s in your future, and why you’re at a damned fertility clinic. But I want more for you. I want you to have the whole fucking world, with me. And if you’re scared—”

  “I’m not.”

  I think her words took us both by surprise, because we both froze and we locked eyes.

  And she wasn’t. I could see it in her eyes and written on her face. Whatever was going to come of this, I’d been wrong. This girl wasn’t scared, she was excited.

  She was ready.

  She moaned as we crashed together, our lips meeting hard enough to bruise. I growled into that sweet young mouth, my hands moving to half tear the buttons from my shirt as I yanked it open. I kissed her fiercely as I tore the shirt off, tossing it away before my hands hungrily found her skin again. Ada trembled, whimpering into my mouth as I unclasped her bra and pulled it from her body. I broke our kiss only long enough to pull away and gaze down at her sweet, soft teardrop breasts — her light pink nipples hardening under my gaze and making my mouth water.