“I’m so close,” I cried out, my body tightening when he sucked my clit hard and bit down gently. Intense pleasure ripped through my body, my hips jerking against him. He yanked his fingers out of me and slid his tongue as deep as it would go, fucking me through my orgasm as I rode his face.
He stood, keeping one hand on my waist to steady me. I was dazed from my climax, my eyes unable to focus on the sight of him fumbling with his zipper to free his cock.
“Tell me you want me inside you.” He didn’t wait for my answer, his lips crashing against mine once again. I tasted myself on him, our flavors mixed together. “Please, Ellie,” he whispered against my mouth.
“Yes.” My answer turned into a gasp when his hands grabbed the back of my thighs to pick me up. My legs wrapped around his hips, lining us up perfectly. He drove inside in one powerful thrust, my back slamming against the door.
He dropped his forehead onto mine, his brown eyes appearing even darker with desire. My pussy squeezed in response to the possessive gleam in them. My brain might not be sure exactly what was happening between us, but my body seemed more than okay to go with the flow and enjoy the ride.
“This first time, I know I should be gentle. I’m sorry I can’t be,” he groaned, grinding his hips into me and driving his cock even deeper. “I’ve waited too long and want you too much, but I swear I’ll make it good for you, my Ellie.”
“It’s more than good just like this,” I promised. “Take me, honey.”
“So fucking perfect.” His voice was rough against my neck as I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and tried moving my hips. His hold on me tightened further, to the point I was going to have bruises in the morning. Marks I’d wear proudly as a reminder of our night together.
He withdrew and then plunged back inside. Over and over again while he held me immobile against the wall and fucked me. Slowly at first and then his rhythm sped up, pushing me closer to the edge. I gasped each time he pounded into me, my cries ringing out between us.
“Come for me,” he growled. “I need to feel your tight pussy strangling my cock.”
I flew apart, moaning loudly as my body convulsed around him. My pussy fluttered, my legs tightening on his hips, and my arms clenching around his neck. My orgasm was huge. I swore I saw stars.
“Hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” he groaned. “Just seeing you like that is enough to make me come, too.”
His body shuddered as he proved his words to be true. He came hot and hard, deep inside me as he trembled. His hips pushed deeper, driving him further inside while his come filled me up and spilled down my thighs.
“Fuck,” he hissed. “You feel so damn good, Ellie.”
He felt better than good inside me. Of course he did. It wasn’t just because we fit together perfectly, almost like his cock had been made to fill me. Nope, it felt beyond amazing because we’d done something I’d never done before. Jack had taken me bare. Without protection of any kind because I wasn’t on birth control, hadn’t been since I was a teenager and discovered I didn’t react to the hormones well. We were doctors, for fuck’s sake. We both knew the risks better than most people, and yet the thought of telling him to use a condom hadn’t crossed my mind. Not once. What the heck was up with that?
Chapter 3
Jack
I had dreamed of fucking Ellison so many times, woken up in a cold sweat, on the verge of coming night after night. It didn’t even come close to the real thing. I could barely breathe. My heart was pounding so hard, and while I felt sated from the relief of finally having her, it also fed my obsession. My cock was still hard as a rock, gloved in the heat of her pussy.
My hands moved from her hips to her plump, luscious ass and I quickly walked her to the back of the house and into my bedroom, not once losing our connection. Lowering her gently to the bed, I slipped out, her little mewl of protest hardening my cock even further, despite having just emptied myself into her. I tore my T-shirt over my head and dropped my jeans and boxers to the floor before joining her on the bed again. I helped her lift her shirt up and off, tossing it randomly because my eyes were glued to her tits, watching the full globes encased in purple silk rise and fall as she panted with arousal.
My hands slid up her sides, over her flat belly, and up to cup her tits. They filled my palms perfectly and I squeezed them, almost breaking at the sound of Ellison moaning. I reached one hand beneath her back and popped the clasp. The bra loosened and her tits spilled out, her dark pink nipples large and erect, begging for my mouth.
“You’re fucking gorgeous, Ellie,” I rumbled before taking one peak in my mouth. They tasted sweet, and I licked and sucked them like a fucking lollipop until Ellison was writhing, her fisted hands clutching the covers.
I could feel the sticky come between us and I decided to live out the fantasy of my woman soaking wet. In more ways than one. “Let’s shower, baby.”
She glared at me and I grinned and kissed her. “I promise it’ll be the best fucking shower you’ve ever had.”
She raised a single eyebrow and my smile widened. “Yeah, I definitely meant it both ways.”
She laughed and I pulled her up off the bed, lifting her in my arms, to carry her to the bathroom while she clung to me, arms and legs locked around my body. I settled her on the counter and stepped inside my spacious, marble shower, turning on the water and waiting for it to heat to the perfect temperature.
Then I returned to her and picked her up, her body once again wrapping itself around me. I stepped under the spray and she groaned in pleasure.
“Ellie, baby, you keep making noises like that and you’ll find yourself being fucked up against a second wall tonight.”
“Promise?” she asked, her voice whisper soft, bathing the shell of my ear in her warm breath. I was tempted, so tempted, but there was something else I wanted more.
I lathered up my hands and washed her from head to toe, my control severely tested when she did the same to me. After rinsing, I grasped her waist and pulled her soft body into me.
“Now,” I mumbled against her skin as I kissed my way down her body, “about your honey.” I lowered to my knees and gasped at the glistening pink pussy on display. Rivulets of water ran down her legs and I had to know if the wetness was all from the shower. I parted her folds and immediately gave her one long, slow lick. The taste of honey burst on my tongue and I growled before attacking her pussy. My tongue and teeth went to work, building my Ellie up until she was crying out.
I added two fingers to the mix and she screamed my name as she shattered. I jumped to my feet, spun her around, placed her hands on the wall, and thrust up into her pussy which was still pulsing with her orgasm. “Fuck, baby. You feel so good.” I pulled her hips out a little and tilted her pussy, driving deeper before she could come down off of the ledge, and she was coming again. “I want another one, Ellie. Come on, baby. Take me deep.” I thrust in harder and harder until I wrung a third orgasm from her and finally allowed myself to come. It rocked my fucking world.
After we had managed to catch our breath, I ran a hand from her hip down to cup her pussy. I felt a thick wetness leaking out and coating my fingers. Bringing my hand from between her legs, I stared at it covered in come.
What the fuck did I just do?
I’d taken Ellie bare. Twice. Son of a bitch!
We’d have to talk about it, but I needed time to process this, so I didn’t say anything yet. She seemed to be in a haze, exhausted and sated. I fucking loved the look on her face. It brought the warmth back to my chest. I rinsed both of us and shut the water off before stepping out onto the heated tile. Grabbing two towels, I wrapped one around my waist, then gently dried Ellie off. Lifting her into my arms, I carried her to my big bed and helped her slide under the covers, before going around to the other side, climbing in, and pulling her into my arms. Her head rested on my shoulder and she sighed, gliding her hand over my stomach and up to rest on my sternum.
Holding her close, I contemplated our
circumstances. From a previous conversation, I knew she wasn’t on any type of birth control because of adverse reactions she’d experienced. I hadn’t intended to act on the chemistry between us, but now that I had, there was no fucking way I was going to let her go. I wanted this, having her in my bed every night, forever. I pictured her walking down a flower covered aisle in a white dress and felt nothing but need and want, whereas I expected to be in a panic. The image morphed into a picture of Ellison with a swollen belly, her smile bright, and I was infused with excitement.
This could actually be the silver bullet. I wanted a family, especially after spending time with my sister, her husband, and their twins. I’d begun to seriously consider settling down. After giving in to my body’s craving for Ellie, I realized I definitely wanted those things, but only with her. A baby would cement our commitment to each other. She was mine and everyone would know it.
The more I thought about it, the idea grew until I was determined to make it happen. Fuck the condoms, if Ellie wasn’t already pregnant, I’d make damn sure she was as soon as possible. Getting her moved in right away was the first step to tackle. Set on a course of action, I fell asleep with a smile on my face and dreamt of my perfect future.
The next morning, I woke slowly, contentment washing over me as I ran my hands down the soft flesh of my woman wrapped up in my arms. She stirred and I looked down to see her eyes flutter then widen as her head popped up, looking around with something akin to panic in them. I frowned, frustrated that she apparently wasn’t feeling the same level of satisfaction at waking up with me. She slowly went up onto an elbow and twisted to meet my gaze. The panic had eased, but it had been replaced with wariness.
“Good morning, beautiful,” I purred, the back of my hand running down her cheek before pushing her hair back behind her ear. My words seemed to melt some of the wariness away and the tension in her shoulders lessened. She smiled at me, almost shyly, and it was so adorable I had to kiss her. Putting my hands on her torso, I hauled her up to press my lips to hers.
My morning hard-on was suddenly hard as a baseball bat and I scowled when she pulled back. She smiled again and I softened at the sight, wondering if she would always have the same effect on me.
“Morning,” she whispered. She shifted and I saw a tiny wince, worrying me.
“Are you sore, baby? I probably shouldn’t have taken you so hard last night.”
Her cheeks became a sweet shade of pink. “Um, a little.” She winked at me. “That battering ram you call a dick is larger than I’m used to.” She mock glared at me. “Don’t let that go to your head, honey. You have a hard enough time getting through doors as it is.”
I laughed and enveloped her in a hug. I fucking loved her—what? I was glad she couldn’t see my face at the moment. I’m sure I looked like a deer in headlights. Holy fuck. When had it happened? I was so in love with her. I just needed to make her fall in love with me, too. There was no other option.
“Why don’t you hop in the shower, baby? I’ll make us some breakfast.”
She pouted at me, and I chortled. “If I take a shower with you, you’ll be even more sore.”
With a quick peck on her lips, I scooted to the edge of the bed and stood. Grabbing my cell phone, I checked my messages for news about Heather as I rooted around for my boxers and picked up all of our scattered clothes, throwing them in the hamper.
“Hey!” Ellie protested. “I don’t have any other clothes here, honey.”
I opened a drawer and tossed a T-shirt and clean boxers at her. She caught them and frowned. “I can’t go home in these.”
I raised an eyebrow. “Who said you were leaving?”
“I need to go home,” she huffed.
I didn’t reply until I was almost out the door then muttered loud enough for her to hear, “We’ll see.”
Chapter 4
Ellison
After a quick shower, I sniffed Jack’s shirt, drawing the scent of his laundry detergent deep into my lungs, before pulling it over my head. Stepping into his boxers, I couldn’t help but think I needed to detour to his laundry room to see what brand he used, so I could be surrounded by the smell every day. Then again, I wouldn’t be able to do my job because I’d be distracted by memories of the night we’d spent together. I guessed that plan was out the window. If only my job literally wasn’t life or death, the tradeoff might be worth it. Jack smelled that good.
I stopped in the foyer to grab my cell phone, unaccustomed to going more than a couple hours without checking it. Even when I wasn’t on call, it wasn’t rare for me to get calls with questions about my patients. A quick glance confirmed I’d only missed one call from the hospital, but they hadn’t left a message so it must not have been urgent. As I heaved a sigh of relief, my phone rang with an incoming call—not from the hospital, but from my date. The one I’d completely forgotten about and had apparently stood up this morning, since I was supposed to have met him five minutes ago.
“Ellison Reed,” I answered out of habit.
“I’m running a little late. Traffic was backed up because of an accident,” Richard grumbled.
Some of my guilt evaporated at the irritation evident in his tone. I’d seen the results of too many accidents first-hand to ever feel anything but relieved my car wasn’t involved and hopeful nobody was injured whenever I drove past one. Plus, as hypocritical as it was of me, I was a little bothered that he had waited until he was already late before calling me. I knew it was ridiculous, considering I was standing in the middle of Jack’s house, dressed in his clothes after spending the night in his bed, but I was annoyed nonetheless.
“I’m sorry, Richard, but something’s come up and I won’t be able to make it today.”
“Or any day,” Jack growled in my ear, sneaking up on me and grinding his hips against my ass to demonstrate exactly what had come up. Again.
I shook my head to clear my thoughts, turning in his arms to press my palm against his mouth so he couldn’t interrupt my call. Cancelling a date after it was supposed to have already begun was bad enough, I refused to do it with Jack whispering in my ear. Or even worse, not bothering to keep his voice down and making it clear to Richard exactly why I wasn’t going to keep our date.
“I can’t say I’m not disappointed, but I guess that’s what happens when you’re dating a successful surgeon. Do you think you’ll be able to drive up later today or even tomorrow morning?”
Dating? How had my accepting one date with this guy turned into us dating? I should have realized he was going to turn into a Grade-A Clinger based on how many times he’d asked me out. Persistence wasn’t always a good thing in a man, sometimes it was a sign of what’s to come if you said yes.
“No, I won’t be able to make it today or tomorrow.”
Jack’s eyes flared, and I felt his lips move against my skin. If the way his body tensed was any indication, he wasn’t happy with the direction of my conversation with Richard, who was still jabbering off dates in my ear.
“Next weekend isn’t good for me, either.”
Jack’s arms crossed over his chest while he leveled me with a glare. His eyebrow was quirked up in a challenging manner. We’d been friends long enough for me to know I didn’t want him to decide he needed to take control of this discussion, not unless I wanted to switch gyms. And I liked my gym, dammit.
“As much as I appreciate your offer to reschedule, I probably shouldn’t have taken you up on your offer in the first place, Richard.”
“C’mon, Ellison. Don’t back out now. It took me forever to get you to say yes in the first place. I’d hate to have to ask you another dozen times to hear you say it again.”
Maybe Jack was right, and Richard really was a loser who wanted to get into my pants. A very persistent loser who might force me to switch gyms anyway. Why had I agreed to this date in the first place?
Oh, yeah. I returned Jack’s glare with one of my own. I’d been caught in a weak moment while trying to convince myself I shou
ld date someone else because Jack was just my friend. Really, an argument could easily be made that this whole situation was his fault for not making a move sooner.
I dropped my hand away from his mouth and muttered into the phone, “Asking me another dozen times isn’t going to change anything. I’m not going to meet you today and I won’t be saying yes to you in the future.”
“That’s what you told me the fifth time I asked you out.”
He’d kept track of my responses? I made a mental note to check out other gyms in the very near future. Avoiding the creepy guy I’d almost spent the day with was now a top priority for me. And night, gag!
“It’s not going to happen, Richard. Not the next time you ask, or a dozen times after that. So do us both a favor and stop asking me.”
I disconnected the call while he was in the middle of arguing with me. I’d clearly had a close call with him and he wasn’t worth any more of my time, not when I had the object of my own obsession standing right in front of me—grinning, the smug bastard.
“It’s a good thing you made it clear you weren’t interested. There’s only room for one dick in this relationship and it sure as hell isn’t him.”
“I’ll have you know, Richard doesn’t like to be called Dick,” I countered, while doing a little dance in my head over the fact that Jack had just called whatever was happening between us a relationship.
He tugged on my arm, leading me into the living room and pulling me down so I was straddling his lap on the couch. “How about you worry about this dick instead,” he murmured in my ear, grinding his hips upwards.
His hot length bumped against my clit, making me shudder. I twined my arms around his neck and pushed my knees into the cushions on either side of his hips as I moved over him. His hands slid under my shirt, skimming up my back. I circled my hips and his fingers dug into my skin. Then his lips were on mine, his tongue pushing into my mouth and exploring. One of his hands slid upwards, fisting in my hair and angling my head as he deepened his kiss.
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