The Stories We Whisper at Night

by Sky Corgan

  Everything around me disappears besides the spot between my legs. Every buck of his hips brings me closer to paradise. I press my fingers against my clit, giving my body the last push to reach heaven.

  “Oh fuck, you're going to make me come.” Kellan looks away as if just seeing me orgasm is going to drive him to climax.

  “Don't stop, baby.” I wiggle my hips, moving my body as best I can to bounce on his cock.

  “I won't be able to stop myself,” he warns. “If I keep going, I'm going to fill your virgin pussy with my cream.”

  It's the hottest warning I've ever received, and though I know what the consequences might be, I can't deny myself the experience. “Fuck me until you don't have a drop left.” I lock eyes with him, challenging him.

  An animalistic growl leaves Kellan's throat. He wraps his arms around my leg and starts pistoning into me rapidly. Each thrust drives his swollen cock head over my g-spot. I go blind from the pleasure of it, so lost in what my body is feeling that I barely have time to process what's happening when he slams into me with a grunt.

  His cock swells over and over again, filling me. The subtle stretching sensation has me firing off. We're coming together, and it's the most amazing thing I've ever felt in my entire life.

  “Oh, God. Oh, Kellan.” I fight to take all of him into me, my cunt clenching around him to milk his throbbing heat. He moans loudly, his head tilted back, his delicious Adam's apple exposed.

  We stay locked together for several minutes, his cock spurting. Spurting. Filling my cunt with his baby batter.

  What we did tonight was taboo on so many levels. I could probably win an award for kinkiest first time.

  A contented giggle leaves my lips as I think about it all. But then Kellan pulls away from me, taking pieces of my confidence and happiness with him.

  I watch him walk over to a table against the wall and grab a towel, wiping his dick off and then returning to me to clean the wetness between my legs. He doesn't make eye contact, and that hurts way more than I thought it would.

  The realization hits me like a ton of bricks that this was all just a game to him. Come to the club. Find a bitch to screw. I'm nothing to him. Nothing at all.

  I chew my bottom lip, trying to keep my overwhelming emotions at bay. As quickly as the euphoria of our coupling came, it fades. And while I don't regret what we just did, I feel empty inside. Tears prick at my eyes despite my best efforts to hold them back.

  Kellan lets out a sigh and smiles down at me, though his expression changes the second he sees I'm upset. He's sitting beside me in an instant, wrapping a powerful arm around my shoulder. “What's wrong, angel?”

  “Nothing.” I shake my head, trying not to seem weak.

  “Hey.” He cups my chin, forcing me to look at him. “How about we get out of here and go back to my place? I know this was an intense experience for you. And to be honest, I'm tired of sharing you with everyone else. I want you alone, so I can get to know you better. Because I don't want this to just be tonight.”

  And like that, everything is better.

  CHAPTER SIX

  KELLAN

  Suddenly, the thought of so many eyes on Adore is unsettling. I want to cover her up and take her out of this dingy little club and never let another man see an inch of her sweet flesh ever again.

  I pick her dress up from the floor and slip it over her arms, making sure that she's covered before I put on my clothes. We've been at it so long I hadn't even noticed that both of the original couples we came in here with are already gone, and another unfamiliar couple has taken up residence on the bed across from ours. I pay them no mind as I finish buttoning my shirt, grab my jacket from the table, and then take Adore's hand to lead her out of the room.

  “Spectacular show, man” Rodney claps me on the shoulder as soon as we walk out of the bay.

  “Don't.” I brush him away.

  “Hey, that was a compliment.” He holds up his hands, his brow furrowed.

  “Just don't.” I glance back at Adore. Her head is down. I can't tell if the look on her face is embarrassment or shame. The reality of what we just did—in front of all these people—is sinking in for both of us, I think. “We're getting out of here,” I inform him. “I'll text you later.”

  “Have fun, you crazy kids.” His chipper demeanor returns.

  “I need to tell my friend that I'm leaving,” Adore says behind me, her voice barely audible among those around us. The room is filled to the brim. I shoulder past people that give me knowing smiles.

  When we finally exit the private area, I realize how strangled I felt inside. That was certainly an experience. And while I loved being with Adore, I'm not really sure I enjoyed so many people watching us. Taking her virginity should have been a sacred act. But if that's what she wanted...

  It doesn't matter now. It's over.

  Adore takes the lead once we're out of the private area. Never letting go of my hand, she leads me to a table where a couple are sitting. I know they're her friends before we even reach them. The way the woman's eyes light up when she sees Adore says it all. She stands, and the two of them embrace.

  “Congratulations!” the woman says as if Adore losing her virginity is the most exciting thing in the world. “And who is this stud muffin?” She looks past Adore to me.

  “I'm Kellan.” I extend my hand.

  “I'm going back to his place now,” Adore tells her with a little hop.

  “You better take care of my girl.” The woman slaps my shoulder.

  “I will.” I smile politely.

  She turns her attention back to Adore. “You have a good time tonight. And text me when you get home, so I'll know your safe, whether it be tonight or in the morning.”

  “I will.” Adore nods.

  We continue to hold hands as we walk out of the building. I'm reminded of how Adore wouldn't stop touching me while we were having sex. It makes me think that maybe she wants to be with me beyond all of this, too. A man can certainly hope.

  “Would you like to ride together or follow me?” I ask once we're outside.

  “I'll follow you,” she replies, to my disappointment.

  I walk Adore to her car, and then she follows me to my apartment complex. I live a bit far, so I worry the whole way that she's going to change her mind and turn around. Thankfully, she doesn't. We arrive and park at the top of the parking garage, and then I take her hand again and walk her into the building and to my unit.

  “This is a nice complex,” she mumbles as I stick my key into the lock.

  “You're probably wondering why I rent instead of own since I'm a doctor.”

  “No. I wasn't.” Adore steps past me when I let her in. Then her eyes fill with wonder as she takes in the view. All glass walls facing the outside and looking over the Texas hill country.

  “I don't really want to deal with the maintenance stuff that goes into owning a house. And there aren't any condos like this outside of the city.” I flank her side where she's standing near the window. “Beautiful, isn't it?” I say, looking down at her.

  “I wish it was daytime so I could see more of it.”

  “Well, you are going to spend the night, aren't you?” I smirk.

  She turns to me, and a blush covers her cheeks. I reach up to caress her face. She leans into my touch but avoids my gaze.

  “After all we've done, you still seem shy.” I bend to kiss her.

  Adore closes her eyes as I trail kisses down the side of her face to her neck. She steps in, placing her hand against my chest. I start to descend, but she takes my face in her hands, drawing my lips up to hers.

  For a moment, I'm confused. I had intended to sink to my knees and lift up her dress. To taste her sweet honey and have her coming all over my face again. But when I feel a tugging at my waist and hear the unclasping of my belt buckle, I know that she has other plans.

  She moans against my lips as her hand strokes over my hardened flesh. She fumbles with my belt but is eventually able
to get it undone despite the distraction of kissing me. My cock springs free, and she immediately wraps her palm around my shaft as she begins to lower herself onto her knees.

  I hiss as she wastes no time impaling herself on my cock, her wet lips pressing around me, her cheeks looking hallow as she begins to suck. She focuses most of her attention on my helmet, using her hand to pump my shaft with rough twists.

  I gently gather her hair, pulling it away from her face so I can get a better view of her licking and kissing and sucking me. Every time her eyes meet mine, I'm worried she's going to undo me. She looks so sensual and...made for this.

  I unbutton my shirt and shrug it off, allowing it to fall to the floor. Adore claws her nails down my stomach, all the while keeping her mouth well occupied with my dick. When she reaches the base of my shaft, she dips her hands under and massages my balls. I groan as she plunges down onto my cock, taking me as far back as her throat will allow. She stays there and sucks until her gag reflex kicks in, then pulls off of me to flick her small pink tongue across my slit.

  I cup her chin, urging her to stand. She pouts at my dick before complying but is all lust again once her mouth reaches mine. I can taste myself on her lips, but it doesn't bother me. A few more seconds and I would have shot my load down her throat. I'm not sure she would have been up for that, and I damn sure don't want to do anything to scare her away.

  I grip her ass, drawing her against me, my hard slick cock sticking to the material of her dress. She gasps and then giggles, smiling up at me with her radiant beauty.

  “A man could get addicted to this,” I tell her.

  “That's what I'm working on,” she purrs.

  “I was addicted to you the moment I laid eyes on you.”

  “Is that so?” Her head bobs slightly, pleased with herself.

  “That's so.” I gaze into her eyes, my expression serious. “I want you Adore. More than just tonight. I want you to be mine.”

  “Yours, huh? What does that mean exactly?” She looks unsure. I need to make myself clear and wipe any uncertainty from her mind.

  “I want you to be my girlfriend.”

  “Really?” she pipes up excitedly.

  I can't help but laugh. “I'm glad this news seems to please you.”

  She draws a hand up to her chest. “All this time, I thought...Never mind what I thought.”

  “So is that a yes?” I dip to catch her gaze.

  “Yes! Definitely yes.” She throws her arms around me, and relief softens the tension I didn't even know I was feeling. She's mine, for more than just tonight. Hopefully, for forever.

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  ADORE

  THREE MONTHS LATER

  I show up at the doctor's office for my appointment. I've been having feminine problems lately that require a weekly checkup. I sit in the exam room, already up on the table.

  Waiting for the doctor fills me with nervous anticipation. Sometimes, it feels like he takes forever, but I suppose that's only natural when he's usually booked solid. He was nice enough to get me in on his lunch break today, insisting that it's important that I keep to my schedule.

  I've gone through the cabinets and drawers in just about every exam room in this place. They all have the same stuff: gauze pads and bandages and towels. I've played with the reflex hammers and otoscopes. Thankfully, I haven't been caught yet, or I can only assume that the doctor wouldn't be very happy. Though I'm sure I'm not the only person who has ever done these things.

  I lie back on the exam table, staring up at the ceiling. Every once in a while, my eyes dance to one of the abstract paintings on the wall, something that had been recommended by the interior designer. I've had enough conversations with the doctor to know that he has no sense of style when it comes to decorating so prefers to leave that in more qualified hands.

  Finally, I hear the double knock that announces my appointment is about to begin. I shoot up into a sitting position, wanting to look like I was impatiently waiting for him instead of just lounging around.

  Kellan walks in wearing a blue shirt and tie and khaki-colored slacks, his stethoscope draped around his neck. I always smirk when I see him looking like this—so professional.

  “Someday, they need to bring back the white lab coat,” I say.

  “I'm glad to see you're doing well today, Miss Scarborough.” He smiles at me.

  “If I were doing well, then I wouldn't be here.” I pout. “Doctor, I think I'm sick.”

  “Is it the same problem?” Kellan raises an eyebrow.

  “I think so. I just...have no control.” I tug at the hem of the navy blue t-shirt dress I'm wearing.

  “Well, we should probably start by checking your vitals.” He takes the stethoscope from around his neck and puts it on. “Take off your dress for me.”

  “Doctor, is that really necessary?” I do my best to look offended.

  “We've been over this before, Miss Scarborough. It's easier for me to listen if the diaphragm is pressed against naked skin. If you'd prefer, I can go down the front of your shirt.”

  “No, it's fine.” I jump off of the table and shimmy out of my dress. When Kellan sees I'm not wearing a bra, his pupils dilate. My gaze falls to the bulge that immediately forms in the front of his slacks.

  “Alright. Now let me have a listen.” He follows me as I climb back up onto the table, pressing the diaphragm of his stethoscope to my chest. The coldness of it makes my skin goose pimple. “Everything sounds good.” He takes the headset off and hangs it back around his neck. “Now let's see what all you have going on. Take your panties off and lie back.”

  I do as I'm told, watching him as he pulls out his phone and starts messing with it. “What are you doing?” I frown at the distraction.

  “I was thinking that I should start taking pictures to document what's going on.” A mischievous grin crosses his lips.

  “Doctor, you're such a pervert.” I cover my naughty bits, though I still place my feet in the stirrups when he pulls them out for me.

  “I'm afraid it's medically necessary, Miss Scarborough.” He gives me a look of confidence.

  “If you say so.” I sit back and try to relax.

  “Good. Now, let's see what you've got going on.” He gazes at my pussy through his phone screen before taking a picture. Hearing the click makes me blush. I've never taken nudes for anyone, but he's a doctor, so I guess it's okay.

  “How does it look, Doctor?” I bite my bottom lip.

  He sucks in a breath between clenched teeth and shakes his head. “I'm afraid the problem is still there.”

  “Really?” I frown.

  “Yeah. It looks as hungry as ever. But I need to run a few tests first. I can't tell just by looking.”

  “Do what you must, Doctor.” I rest my head on the pillow, trying my best not to grin.

  A shiver rolls down my spine as I feel Kellan place his hand on my inner thigh. He reaches over to pull his stool closer so that he can sit, his face slightly peeking over my mound.

  My body comes to life as I feel his tongue lap against my lower lips. The tip plunges between them, seeking out my entryway. I grip the sides of the table, bucking my hips when he begins to eat me out. It feels like each time he goes between my legs, he learns more about me, slowly perfecting the art of making me come. I shouldn't be surprised that he's so skilled. He's a smart guy. He would have to be to have become this successful.

  “Oh, Doctor Adams,” I whimper as he drives me to climax.

  “Your response is good,” he tells me once my contractions have died down, “but I need to check inside.”

  “Inside?” I parrot, my pussy clenching.

  Kellan stands, sliding two fingers into me. The thumb of his other hand gets to work jiggling my clit. I suck in a breath, biting my tongue to keep from being more vocal. He strokes my g-spot roughly, his thumb relentless to make me come again.

  “Doctor, I can't,” I squeal, turning away.

  “It's fine, Miss Scarborough. This
is important. Just let it happen.” He kisses my inner thigh, never letting up.

  My body is so overwhelmed with pleasure that I come all over his hand, my stomach clenching, my toes curling. Nothing I could have done would have stopped it. He has that much power over me.

  “Doctor, it needs to be fed its medicine,” I tell him desperately, wishing I could rip his clothes off and mount him.

  Kellan nods. “I think it's time for your injection.”

  The sound of his zipper being drawn down is deafening. I look down to see his hard cock already in his hand. The shaft is thick with veins, the head purple. His need is glistening on the tip. The plunger is pulled back and ready.

  He steps forward, and I feel his slick helmet brush between my pussy lips. I try to wiggle down to take him in faster.

  “So impatient, Miss Scarborough,” Kellan chastises me.

  “I need it, Doctor,” I whine.

  “Then I should give you your treatment right away.” He bucks all the way in with one quick thrust, making me gasp.

  “Oh fuck.” I bite the back of my hand to keep from coming again. The spreading sensation is intense. Kellan works a lot, so we rarely get to have sex more than twice a week. Because of that, I feel like I've never really adjusted to the size of him. “It's so much, Doctor.”

  I'm certain that his staff know what we do in here by now. They all know I'm his girlfriend. And occasionally, he hits a spot inside of me that causes me to cry out, despite my best efforts to be quiet. It happens more often than he would like, but I just blame it on his stupidly big dick. If he hated it that much, he wouldn't invite me back for more of these appointments.

  He pumps into me with reckless abandon, working toward one goal. The intense look in his eyes as he stares down at my tits while he fucks me is super sexy. When his breathing becomes ragged, I squeeze my pussy around him.

  “I'm going to,” he starts to warn only a second before I feel his cock swell.

  “Oh, Doctor Adams,” I purr. “I need every drop of your medicine.”