by Lexi Hots
“I wasn’t— “, I stopped myself before I could say it. What exactly was I about to say? I wasn’t staring at your ass?
“I know you were—and it’s fine.” She chuckled. I blinked at her. Did I just hear that?
“It’s okay to stare at your ass? I guess that’s fair since I caught you staring first.” I smiled.
“I wasn’t staring at your dick though, was I?” She pursed her lips. I was feeling giddy but in a strange uncomfortable way. This was highly unprofessional from both sides, but we were just going with it.
“What were you staring at then?” I cocked my head.
“You. You reminded me of someone.” She returned her attention to my knee for a moment and then straightened back to full height.
“Hope he’s hot though?”,
“He was.” She flashed an uncanny smile at me, arms folded in front of her.
“Did you just admit that I’m hot?” I tossed my sly smile at her. It always hooked them. She didn’t reply. She moved her hand, stuck out her index finger and started from where the bandage on my knee stopped.
“Do you feel this?” At first, she poked. I felt it. A small stab of pain. Then a slow tortuous trail from where the bandage ended and down my thigh, into a ripped groove and continuing. I watched in a twisted mix of shock and delight. Our eyes connected, and I saw a different light in her eyes. A glint I could not describe. She paused at the hem of my briefs and retracted her finger.
“Maybe. Maybe not.” She hissed.
“What?” I blinked.
“Maybe I find you attractive. Can you sit up Mr. Tolliver?” She asked as she reached under the bed for a lever I could not see.
“Maybe.” My voice was small. Almost whisper. I didn’t know if I should be terrified or intrigued but she was hot.
The bed moved and me along with it till I was sitting upright, still gazing at her.
“The resident Doctor wanted you discharged. Said he would have you in splints and sent home. Do you live alone?” She asked intently, her eyes narrowed. I wondered if she would come see me at home and if she did, what would we do…besides therapy.
“My Dad drops in every now and then but he’s away on some business trip.” I sputtered.
“That sounds good, Mr. Tolliver. Don’t you have siblings?” She asked.
“No.” I lied but Finn was not an issue. He wouldn’t stop by the house if I told him not to.
“Good. I wouldn’t like our sessions to be disturbed and I would prefer to see you at home. What do you think?” She asked.
“Sounds good.” I winked just as Finn walked in. We both darted glances at him and he stopped in the door way.
“Interrupting something?” He raised a brow.
“No. I and Mr. Tolliver were about to start on today’s massage session.” She smiled.
**
Finn was there the whole day, much to my dislike. He watched Dr. Pierce give me massages and some other painstaking maneuvers that eased my knee. Later she was gone and that’s when Finn left. I went back to poring my phone and that’s when I saw it. The friend request from an anonymous person and the pending message request.
“I do find you attractive.” My instincts screamed Dr. Pierce as soon as I saw it. I blew threw her inbox, leaving a storm of messages.
“I find you hot too.”
“What are we gonna do tomorrow? Besides the massages?”
“Are you going to touch me more in an unprofessional way?”
“I’d really like that.”
She never responded, and my mood went from hundred to zero. Then Alicia skipped into my thoughts again. I went to her Facebook wall. She had changed her profile picture. She was flaunting a dazzling smile up at me, snuggling into another guy’s neck. I didn’t know the guy, I had never seen him before then but still, it hit me like hammer, tore me limb from body and ran me over fifty times. I put off my phone, switched it back on, tossed in bed mercilessly before finally, I decided to go find Dr. Pierce's wall.
**
I got discharged the next day. Finn came to get me. He drove me all the way home. I didn’t wanna go back to the dorm. I wanted to be home alone. I wanted to be alone with Dr. Pierce.
“Are you sure you wanna be alone? Dad might drop by but you know how it is. Plus, I’ve got exams this week, I can’t come babysit you.” Finn sounded worried. I wasn’t. I was excited. I wanted him out the way as soon as possible. I had spent all of the previous night going through Dr. Pierce’s photos. She had a husband. Some guy named Henry. He looked kind of just like me. It had bothered me a little but I didn’t dwell too much on it.
Finn pulled up to our house and helped me get out and carried me all the way up to my bed. I couldn’t manage without him. Being in splints was all too unfamiliar and going up the stairs was rigorous.
“So that Doctor’s gonna come see you here?” Finn creased a brow, thinking hard.
“don’t overthink it Finn. She has to help me get through this. Plus, didn’t I tell you I called Nana?” I asked referring to the old woman who lived across the street from us. She was an age long family friend that had been there throughout our childhood, when mother was alive. “She would be over in the mornings to check on me. I’ll do just fine” I reassured him, minding the clock in my room. Dr. Pierce said she would come in the mornings and I had lied about Nana. I never called her, and Finn was too trusting to call either.
“Okay. I might be back in the evening to check on you though?”
“Yea fine. Leave the door open for Nana. I don’t want to have to struggle getting down the stairs.” I groaned as he left my room.
“Don’t worry about it. I’m fine.” I sighed and bid him goodbye. Waited impatiently for the front door to slam shut and the car engine outside to ignite. When I heard him pull out of the drive way, I pulled out my cellphone.I had gotten her office line from her profile. I put in calls, but I was always reaching an assistant. Then I left a message in her inbox.
“Come get me. I’m needy.”
It sounded dumb when I typed it and read it out loud but I just pressed send. She never replied and after a while I got sleepy…
When I woke up, she was sitting at the foot of my bed. My breath hitched.
She was dressed in a buttoned top and jeans, unusually casual than she usually was. I first noticed her nipples, small peaking dots on her chest. She wasn’t wearing a bra. She was bare on the inside. My skin tingled.
“The front door was open.” She said, her voice hushed.
“I left it open for you.” I replied, same whisper. She flaunted that smile and drew closer. My body tensed, and my groin tightened.
“Are we going to do therapy today?” I whispered in an almost whimper. She was over me now, staring down at me, cold blue eyes met me steely, her face was expressionless, and both her hands dug into the mattress on either side of my head.
“I think you know what we’re gonna do today.” She whispered and moved one hand over my face. Her index finger touched my forehead gingerly. Her touch was like a brush of warmth that sent a ripple through me. She let her finger slid down my face, over my nose and pause at my lips. She toyed with my lower lip, letting the groove of her long nail trace it.
“Open.” She whispered. I obeyed, marveled and freaked out. I was gazing up at her with my mouth curved into an “O”. She slowly descended to me and carefully, her lips hovered over mine. I could smell her minty breath. it was fresh,stimulating.
She covered my mouth with hers and instantly I became aware of her tongue, agilestrokes probing the crevices of my mouth and I tentatively met her with my mine. She pressed into me as her tongue overtook mine and I became aware of her straddling me. I moved my hands to caress her, but she instantly withdrew from the kiss, catching my hands in hers.
“No.” She whispered. She let go and I dropped my hands to my sides. Slowly I watched her as she undid her buttons. One by one, her shirt parted to reveal flushed skin. She shrugged the rest of her shirt off and for a
moment she let me absorb the sight of rounded apples, pointing right at me like guns. I closed my eyes and took a sharp breath. There was no way that could be real.How old was she?
Her hands glided down my body to pants. I watched her undress me, pulling the corduroy right off and tossing it away. I was in Calvin Klein briefs and stockings now and my gun was pointing at her too. She smiled when she saw it. I smiled nervously back. She reached for my briefs and pulled that right off as well. My dick plopped and bobbed a little, once the briefs came off. I didn’t think I was big or small either, but I was long.
I heard her suck air when she saw it, then she closed her eyes like she had seen something divine and crept back on to me, reeling in for a kiss. It was a soft, minty, relish.
I felt her hands, snaking round my body, caressing me, groping and kneading as they went, like she needed to feel me. I basked in her attention, feeling her need pour over me, feeling her hands cradle my head and her nails dig into the nape of my neck. The tension in my lower groin was terrifying. I wasn’t agile at getting up, I never responded so quickly with Alicia, but I could feel myself grow between my legs, swelling, the fire building.
She pulled away from the kiss and whispered to me. “You ever had your P-spot toyed with before?”
The question was abrupt. I was still lost in anticipation.
“My what?”
“You haven’t.” She hissed it like it was taboo, watching me through darkened blue eyes. “I can make you feel things you’ve never felt before, but you have to trust me and let me do things to you.”
I stared blankly, not completely understanding but eager to get back to the sex. She dipped in and kissed softly from the base of my neck, trailing a slobbery path as she went, lingered over a nipple. I gasped when the sensation hit me. Her tongue flexed over the small nub and the arousal was shocking. I grunted. I wanted to feel those lips on the tender skin of my dick. I wondered if it would be too much or too pushy to ask.
She continued down and over my stomach and paused at the clearing of the slight brush of my pubic hair. I looked down at her and she looked up at me. I conveyed consent with my eyes and I saw something ominous and sexy register in those dark blue eyes, just as I felt her steely grip at the base of my penis. I gasped in relish, welcoming the added pressure on my dick. I arched back into the pillows and waited to feel heaven and it came…small soft nips at the base of my balls, nips that turned to sucks and progressed to a full swallow of one sack. Shesucked hard. It hit me straight in the spine.
I gawked at the ceiling. My mouth was an “O”. Then I could feel her tender touch, a soft tortuous rub between my balls and anus. That and the sucking on my balls nearly put me out, I was squirming in delight, gripping the sheets and cussing under my breath but she didn’t stop.
Her mouth finally freed my tortured balls and her wet warm tongue began its journey upwards, travelling along my shaft and leaving a toe-curling sensation in its wake. I grunted and grumbled an obscenity, gawking down at her head. Her tongue stopped under the throbbing red head of my dick. It did a little dance and twirled, before wrapping around my head. It was relaxing and soothing. Like the calm before the storm.
She swallowed me whole. I watched half my length disappear into her mouth and the feeling knocked my lungs clean. I couldn’t hold back. I grabbed a tuft of hair and jerked my hips upwards, grinding my dick farther into her mouth, sensing nothing but head twirling pleasure. I saw stars. I groaned. Loud. Then I let her go, immediately remembering I could choke her. I dropped back on the pillows and she did the rest, moving up and down, forcing me down her throat, crushing my head, making me see twos, the sweet abrasion of tender sensitive skin with wet warm slippery walls. I lost it. I grabbed that head again and ground it down on top of me. She gagged. I immediately let go. Shaken
She slowly took my dick out of her mouth. I loved the plop sound that followed but I grimaced at her.
“Did I hurt you?” I whispered.
“No. But there’s something else I wanna do to you.” She whispered, holding my dick against her face like it was just another toy. It was arousing to see her face like that, divided equally by my body part.
“Okay.” I nodded simply, already impatient. I had barely come and I was hoping for more.
“Are you sure?”,
“Yes!” I snapped eagerly and watched her head dive again before I felt her tongue but this time, it wasn’t on my dick. It was way below my balls, toying with the tender flesh beneath next to my anus. I gasped, knocking back into the bed, shivering in anticipation. Was she going to lick my anus? Was she really going to do that? I was giddy with excitement.
But I hadn’t prepared for what followed. I felt a finger stick into me. I shot upright in a flash.
“What the fu—“, She was also back up in a second, holding a finger against my lips.
“Do you trust me?”, she whispered, breasts bobbing. It was hard to focus on her face when those things where in front of me like that.
“I-I don’t know”, I whispered. Confused. Something about what she had just did had been mildly arousing but also squishy at the same time.
“Trust me.” She whispered, gently placing a hand on my chest and easing me back down on to the bed. I shut my eyes tight, not believing I was going through with this and then, I felt her again, squirming her way in there, making me tickle, tingle and gasp until her finger hit it. A spot. My butt cheeks went taut, trapping her finger as her finger worked thawing that sensitive spot, hammering my spine with pleasure. I groaned and moaned. It was like sex. It was like…sex. The lights flashed and then she stopped.
I was shaken to my core and I didn’t move. She moved. She was on top of me again, staring down at me. Face expressionless.
“How was it?” She whispered.
“I-I don’t know. It was great.” I mumbled blindly, almost not seeing her.
“I’m not done with you.” She now smiled, and I finally met her eyes.
She held my stare as I felt her, wet and warm against my dick. She didn’t insert me inside her, but she pressed her groin hard against mine, smothering me against her wet folds. The pressure was delighting, and my dick began to throb again.
“I need this.” She moaned as she began to move against me, starting small and gently, rubbing her organ against mine. My mouth was shaped like an “O” again as the pleasure came in small gusts, building as she moved, whisking us away, cascading until I grabbed her hips and brought her down hard against me, squeezing our organs together, smothering. She had picked up the pace and was moving faster harder. The heat that had built from the grinding abrasion kept all sense and thought at bay as I found myself moving against her, warped in skin on skin pleasure. She moaned, and I groaned. She picked up the pace and I yelled. She screamed.
I decided I had had enough. I moved in one jerk, taking her with me, turning the tables so she was pressed down into the mattress under me and I was a steamy mess gazing down at her.
“What the fuck?” I groaned.
“Pleasure me.” She said dryly, eyes unfocused. Her breaths came in short sharp gusts. I figured it was my turn to make her see stars. I dipped and tasted the skin of her neck, it was fragrant, it smelled like baby powder. I kissed and nibbled as my hands began to part her. She hummed lazily, stirring slightly. I placed one hand over her simmering red cave, let my thumb press down on her clit. Slowly while I kissed, my thumb worked a slow tortuous tango. She purred and arched, her nails dug into my buttocks. My body tingled in excitement, I was pleasuring her.
I decided to turn it up a notch. I dipped my index finger into her, tentatively, like an explorer I began to test her warm folds, flexing my index as Ikissed my way up the side of her face and bit down on her ear. She gasped, and I felt her spasm under me.
“Now, it’s my turn to make you feel things.” I grated in her ear and my tongue flexed her earlobe. She howled a throaty moan. I inserted another finger into her and began to stretch her entrance. She snapped like a chord a
nd my free hand grabbed her hair, yanking her head back into the pillows. It was her turn to mouth an “Oh”. I watched in amusement before claiming her lips with mine, subduing her confused tongue with mine, she melded into me, trembling as I worked her down there.
I slid down her body to those breasts. They were peaky and tempting and had been calling to me since I took over. I let go of her hair and let that hand cup her fully, kneading to feel her in my grasp while I secured the other nub between my teeth. She sucked in air and her chest swelled. Softly, I grated that bus between my teeth while rolling the other nub between my thumb and index finger. She rose, arching high like a javelin, threatening to throw me off her but I pressed her down and bit hard to warn her, she groaned. I toyed with her till I tired before retreating further down her body. She jerked her hips at me, urging me to return my attention to her forbidden fruit.
I returned my fingers to her genitals, dipping my thumb into her.
Her body shook but she instantly shrunk away with a groan. “Take me already!” sheblared, and a pang of incompetence sunk into me. The rage came again.
I withdrew my fingers from her and grabbed her sharply by her hips. I reeled her back down to me, pressing her warmth against my throbbing wrath. She gasped. I leaned in, holding my penis in one hand, I guided the crimson bulb of my dick. I pressed into her warmth, hovering at the entrance but not entering. She jerked her hips against mine, groaning against my lips, urging me to take her, but I denied her and toyed at her entrance, dipping by an inch and working slow circles against her. Her body quivered and bent like she would break. Her hands kneaded my buttocks in firm grasps, pushing and forcing, trying to get me to enter her fully but I gave her no such pleasure.
