Dr. Perfect: A Contemporary Romance Bundle

by Oliver, J. P.

  I bucked into his hand as it pressed and stroked, returning the favor, growing even harder and hotter, panting as the moments between us marched on.

  All of a sudden, as if lightning had jolted through him, Tarek pushed himself away so fast that he almost stumbled. I made a little muffled sound of surprise and stepped after him reflexively.

  “Whoa, whoa, what’s the matter?” Had I done something he didn’t like?

  He didn’t seem disgusted or upset, though. If anything, he was panicked and worried. “I’m sorry,” he practically wheezed out.

  The apology surprised me. He tried to catch his breath between heaving pants and shook his head. “Sorry, I don’t know what came over me. I just, all of a sudden … it was just…”

  He trailed off and glanced everywhere but me, as if ashamed. My brow furrowed and I stepped closer again, testing the waters. He didn’t step away.

  “Hey, you don’t need to apologize,” I said. “I would have stopped you if I didn’t want it.”

  He glanced back over, looking a little surprised, but still mostly concerned. I wasn’t sure if it was me he was concerned about, but there was one thing that I did want to know. After a second, I asked, “Are you okay with this?”

  Tarek looked up and furrowed his brow, staying silent, as if waiting for me to elaborate. So I did. “Are you okay with continuing?” I asked, and boldly pressed myself to his side again. I rested a hand against his cheek, feeling the softness of the skin there.

  Tarek glanced away, seemingly at odds with something within himself. But he looked back soon after, and even though there was still something hesitant in his voice, he reached up in return and cupped the side of my face, too.

  “Yeah, I am.”

  8

  Tarek

  Jeffrey took my hand in his, and that was the moment when I realized we were really in it now. And honestly? I wasn’t upset about that in the least.

  We walked through the stalls that we had just been filling with hay, my heart still pounding like crazy in my ears. I was hard, and the lingering touch that had pressed against the front of my pants just moments earlier drove shivers of pleasure through my body. Once we reached a stall that was relatively clean, with nice, soft hay inside, Jeffrey led me in by the hand.

  I found myself taking action first once again. I didn’t really know what it was that drove me like this, when I had been so reluctant to even flirt earlier. Maybe it was the years of repression, of pushing myself back every time I wanted to flirt or fantasize about someone I found attractive.

  Now, there was nothing holding me back. Not thoughts of my parents or worries about my siblings. With Jeffrey’s gentle encouragement, I decided to abandon those concerns for the time being. I didn’t even wonder if I would regret that later.

  For now, the only person on my mind was the one right in front of me. I took a second to enjoy the view. His chest heaved with deep, panting breaths. His hair was still a little mussed from when I had been gripping it during that particularly enthusiastic kiss earlier, but it made him look even more attractive. His arms, shoulders and torso were all covered in a thin sheen of sweat, which enhanced the view.

  And then there was the lump in his pants, in clear view and inviting me to touch it. Following my instincts, I lowered myself to my knees in front of him. I hooked my fingers into the waistband of his pants after unbuttoning them and slid them down over his hips. His fingers wound into my hair and tightened in anticipation.

  I rubbed my hand against the outside of his underwear first, felt the heat and solidness of his dick, separated from me by just a thin piece of cloth. Excitement built in me, right alongside nervousness. It had been a long, long time since I hooked up with anyone at all, and I was briefly worried that I wouldn’t be able to pull this off, or that I would mess up somehow.

  His fingers tightened in my hair again, wiping that thought from my mind. I went back to following my instincts.

  I pulled down his briefs after I spent a few more seconds enjoying the warmth below the fabric, then took the upward curve of his dick into my hand and contemplated how solid and searing-hot it was. Its weight in my palm made my mouth water. I stroked up and down the shaft a few times, watching it move with my hand and listening to Jeffrey, who was hunching down a little. He had bitten his lower lip and was trying to keep his moans quiet.

  There wasn’t much of point in that, though. The only people out here for miles were us, and the only thing outside of us were the cows and chickens. I was sure they wouldn’t be complaining.

  On the other hand, I might have a complaint or two if I made myself wait any longer. Being unable to continue playing around so lightly, I just went for it. I opened my mouth, licking the slit at the head of his dick and tasting bitterness and salt from the precum already there.

  I then moved forward, accepting the whole head into my mouth. Experimentally, I sucked a bit, and put just enough pressure onto the underside with my tongue to draw out another moan. There was something really satisfying about that.

  After a few moments of sucking and teasing the head, I slid further down, accepting more of his cock into my mouth. He was pretty big, so I didn’t try to fit all of it in. I just went as far as I could go, and then reached up with my hands to grip around the base with one. The other cupped his balls, cradling them and kneading them as I continued to run my tongue along the shaft and suck every so often.

  The hands in my hair gripped even more tightly. I could feel his hips tense and waver as he fought back the urge to start bucking. I could feel myself wanting to laugh a little, but held it back so I wouldn’t choke. As if responding to that, I could hear him laugh instead.

  “Geez,” he moaned out, rolling his hips a little instead of bucking them. “That’s … real good.”

  He sounded breathless, which I took as a sign to continue doing what I was doing. I sucked and kneaded, teased and licked. I rolled my hands over his shaft and balls and thighs, and even touched his stomach once or twice.

  As I heard his breathing start to speed up, I began to bob my head, too. I reached out for his hips and tried to encourage him to move with me. He did, but was still obviously holding himself back. The only time his hips snapped were when he was close to the edge. He threw his head back and bit down a low growl.

  In the next second, cum splashed into my mouth. I coughed and swallowed it down as quickly as I could before wiping off my mouth with the back of my hand and sitting back on my heels.

  Jeffrey let out a little, giddy-sounding laugh, and looked like he was about to tip over where he stood.

  “That was great,” he eventually said, once he managed to catch his breath. I stood back up again as he started to pull his underwear and pants back on.

  “It’s been a while, so…” I trailed off, leaving unspoken the implication that I was glad it had happened. I was about to turn so I could rinse my hands off with the nearby hose, but he grabbed my arm.

  “Hey, hey! What’s that all about?”

  I blinked. He looked amused and then glanced pointedly at the front of my jeans. I was almost painfully hard, and the outline of my arousal could be seen clearly. “You think I’m going to make you do all the work here, and not get anything in return?”

  “What?” I asked, feeling myself start to blush again. At least it probably wasn’t easy to tell this time, since my cheeks were already hot.

  Before I had time to say anything else, he pulled me back into the stall. This time, he was the one who knelt down. I sputtered something nonsensical, but when he glanced up as if to ask for permission to continue, I could only nod.

  Anticipation and excitement spiked high in my chest as he reached for the zipper on my pants, tugging it down with a motion that was so agonizingly slow that I wondered if he was doing it intentionally. That had to be it. He grinned up at me again, looking playful.

  I didn’t even have time to scold him, because he didn’t tease. Maybe I really looked like I was in desperate need of immedi
ate relief. In any case, just a few seconds after I felt cool air against my dick, his mouth was all around me. I choked on my own gasp and my hands immediately fisted in his hair, though I tried not to pull too tightly.

  He worked with expert precision and speed, hands anchored firmly on my hips. Every tug of skin against skin sent spikes of pleasure through me.. The heat of his mouth was almost searing, but the inside of his cheeks and the soft velvet of his tongue wrapped me up tenderly.

  He knew exactly what to do to have my knees weak, too. After just a bit of this treatment, I had to lean over so that I could rest my hands against the railing on the stall. I didn’t want to make a fool of myself by collapsing.

  I could feel him chuckle around me. The vibrations jolted through my entire body and made me tingle from head to toe. He seemed to enjoy teasing me almost as much as I enjoyed the treatment.

  And boy, it really was royal treatment. His tongue swirled and his teeth lightly scraped against my skin. His hands kneaded the flesh at my hips before moving down, gripping my ass and then smoothing over my thighs.

  He pulled away fully once or twice, blowing puffs of hot air over the head of my dick. The sensations stacked up almost too fast for me to keep track of, one after another, until I was truly overwhelmed.

  Before I knew it, I was trying to keep myself from thrusting, too. To his credit, he seemed much better at holding himself back than I was, and also much better at keeping up with my thrusts. They were shallow, but he pulled me deeply into his mouth, groaning around my dick and drawing moans from me in return.

  After a few dizzying seconds that felt like they lasted an eternity, my knees started to go weak as my back arched and I spent myself into his waiting mouth. I tried to tamp down on my cry, but just ended up biting my tongue as I half-collapsed against the rail that I leaned against. Fortunately, I didn’t actually fall down or pass out.

  “That was…” I wheezed, feeling dazed. “Wow.”

  He laughed at my eloquence and went to pick up my pants. “Wow, huh? That’s a rave review.”

  I couldn’t help but laugh, too, especially when I was pulled in for a chaste kiss as he handed my pants over. “You okay?” he questioned, a grin still on his face.

  “Yeah,” I responded without hesitation. “Better than okay.”

  After that, he helped me get dressed again, and I teased him when he put his shirt on inside-out. We made quick work of our cleanup, washing our hands off and spitting into the dirt outside of the barn. Sweat towels took care of the rest for the time being.

  When we were done, he helped me load the goat into my trailer. I glanced back toward the blue building that we had left behind.

  “We never finished with the hay,” I said, feeling somewhat sheepish. Could it really be counted as work if we were just messing around half the time? Maybe not, but I honestly couldn’t bring myself to be too worried.

  He sure didn’t look upset, either. Rather, he looked entirely pleased.

  “That’s fine,” he said. “You’re gonna be back soon anyway, right? We can finish it then.”

  We could, but there was something else unspoken in his words that made me feel the same strike of lightning through my body that had inspired me to kiss him in the first place.

  “Yeah, I guess I will be,” I said, and offered a smile that was hopefully a little calmer than I felt.

  “Call me next time you’re free, then,” Jeffrey said.

  I would take him up on that faster than even I could anticipate.

  9

  Jeffrey

  All through the workday, I felt like I was walking on cloud nine.

  It was a nice departure from the usual humdrum of daily life in this town. Nothing anyone said could get me down for once, and I drifted through even the most tedious hours of stocking and stacking without a hitch.

  My good mood must have been pretty obvious on the outside too, since I got a “hope your night tonight is just as good as it was last night” on my way out the door from the manager. I just laughed and bid him good evening.

  I pulled around to the back of the house so I could load a few extra bags of feed, and when I walked in through the gate, Ma was already standing in the kitchen whipping up some grub.

  She turned as I opened the door and smiled mischievously. “Well, look at you! You look like the cat that’s got the cream.”.

  I laughed along with her and touched the side of my face as if I might be able to feel the smile. “Yeah? I wonder why…”

  But I knew exactly why, and apparently she did, too. She gave me a sly look, waving her spatula in my direction. “Oh? It doesn’t have anything to do with a certain boy I’ve seen around here?”

  I blinked, surprised, despite knowing how mothers just seemed to have a way with these things.

  “Oh … you’ve seen him?”

  “Well, of course I have!” she exclaimed, laughing in a rush. “Charming boy. What’s his name again?”

  “Tarek,” I said, shaking my head. Ma called anyone younger than fifty a boy. “I think he just moved in recently. “He works at that coffee shop downtown … the fancy one, you know?”

  She nodded along and stirred the pot of food. “Yeah, I know that one. They charge so much for their coffee,” she added with a little grumble, but then turned her attention back to me. “So? What’s he coming around for?”

  “Well,” I started, and then paused. “He wanted a goat for some sort of holiday dinner he celebrates with his family. He didn’t really have the money to pay for it, though, so I said we’d give it to him if he stuck around and helped out for a while. Seems fair, right?”

  “Oh, now that is a smart idea,” she exclaimed. She took a sip of the broth and reached over to add another pinch of salt. The sly look returned. “For you, that is.”

  “Huh?”

  “Oh, don’t you play the idiot card with me, boy,” she said, laughing in her loud and boisterous way. “I know exactly what you’re thinking!”

  Well, she was my mother, after all. There weren’t many things that I was capable of hiding from her. I shook my head a little and plopped myself down on a stools across from the breakfast bar. “You really know everything, don’t you?” I laughed.

  “Mothers always do,” she replied. Then, after a second of thought, she added: “I approve, by the way.”

  “What?” I asked and blinked owlishly. “Approve of what?”

  “Of you two, of course! He looks like a fine, hard-working young man,” she said with a wink.

  I couldn’t help but groan and rolled my eyes. “Please, Ma. We’re not that serious.”

  “Yet,” she said, with the pointed sort of emphasis that made it seem like she somehow knew exactly what she was talking about. Mothers sure did have a way about them.

  Before I could pop another retort out, she turned her back to the stove and gave me a look. “Why don’t you go on out and milk the cows one last time before dinner?”

  “Oh, yeah … all right,” I said, standing up from my seat. “Smells real good, by the way. I’ll be back in a flash.”

  “You take your time, dear,” she said, and waved me out the door.

  As I approached the barn where the cows were, I froze, hearing something coming from inside. It sounded like someone was … talking in there?

  Concern and instinctual panic took over for a second as I crept around to the door to get a look. I’d never heard of a cow thief before, but that didn’t mean they weren’t out there.

  Fortunately, no cow thieves waited for me inside. It was just Tarek, seated on a stool and milking a cow near the door. He talked as he worked.

  “Geez, you’re a pretty ornery thing, aren’t you? Not at all like the sweet cows I’m used to. I bet you’re a real firecracker to deal with in the morning,” he laughed.

  “Yeah, she is,” I responded, amusement coloring my voice as he jumped in surprise. “No work today, I guess?”

  “Oh — yeah,” he replied, brief surprise fading away. “I
had some free time, so I decided to come over and see if anything needed to be done, but you weren’t home. Your mom was, though. She’s a real nice lady.”

  I thought back to how she — clearly very intentionally — had sent me out into the barn, and snickered. “She’s definitely something, alright.”

  He glanced at me inquisitively, but I was quick to move over and pick up another milk pail. “Let me give you a hand here,” I said, and plunked a second stool down next to another cow. This was the first time I had taken the second stool out in quite a while, since I was usually the one doing the milking alone. When I couldn’t do it, Ma had to handle it by herself.

  Settling down, I got to work right away, the motions coming to me with practiced ease. It was easy to have a conversation like this, even if it was a little awkward to be talking under a cow’s legs and udder.

  “So,” I started. “Why don’t you tell me a little about yourself? I don’t know anything except your name and where you work.”

  And that he was damn gorgeous under his clothes, of course, but I kept that one to myself.

  Tarek was quiet for a second as if he was trying to figure out what to say. “Well … I go to college, too.”

  “Oh, really? What for?”

  “Working with some business and computer stuff,” he said with a small smile. “I like being out here with all this open land, but I don’t actually want to go into agriculture or farming or anything like that. It’s not really something we grew up with.”

  “Huh…”

  I considered that for a second. How would my life be different if I hadn’t grown up on a farm? If I’d grown up in the city instead, in an apartment instead of on acres of land?

  Well, I wouldn’t have to get up at dawn to make sure all the animals got fed, that’s for sure. But somehow, the thought seemed a little sad. “I’ve been on farms all my life,” I eventually said, simplifying the sentiment. “I don’t think any other place would feel like home.”