King Sized

by Madison Faye

  “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 3

  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.

  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 eve
n 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 4

  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 sliding 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 growle
d, 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.