Dr. Travis, I Love You

by Cassandra Dee

  She laughed then, a deep belly laugh that made her breasts shake.

  “Whiskey? I’m not much of a drinker,” was her reply.

  “All you need is one shot and it’ll fix you right up. You know, as a doctor, people ask me all the time what the best medicines are and I always tell them that it’s whiskey. Nothing works quite as well.”

  “Really?”

  “I promise. In fact, you can add some to your tea and it’ll do you a world of good. Trust me.”

  Janie bit her bottom lip with mirth in those caramel eyes.

  Sensing her hesitation, I came up behind her, wrapping my arm around that thick waist. “Don’t worry, nothing is going to happen. A little alcohol is good for the soul.” As I spoke, my hand ran up and down her back in a soothing motion. “Why don’t we sit by the fireplace? I’ll toss a few logs on.”

  She smiled then.

  “Sure,” came that soft voice. “I appreciate it.”

  All I wanted to do was pull her into my embrace and never let go. There was something so precious about this girl that I wanted to cherish and protect forever. But I couldn’t explain where these feelings were coming from, not even to myself. After all, we knew almost nothing about each other, except this strong physical attraction burning in the pit of my stomach.

  But first things first. Together, we headed for the fireplace where I grabbed a blanket and placed it on the ground. “Make yourself comfortable.”

  “Okay.” Gracefully, the girl sank down cross-legged, making sure to keep herself decent.

  I smiled raffishly before feeding wood to the fire. Instantly, the flames intensified, radiating warmth throughout the room. “I love having a fireplace,” was my casual remark, watching that curvy form from the corner of my eye. “It’s perfect on a stormy night.”

  “Yes, this is really nice,” she chimed, holding out her hands to the fire and warming them.

  “Are you cold?” I asked curiously. “I can turn the heat on higher if you want.”

  “A little bit,” she admitted. “Even the shower wasn’t enough,” she said ruefully. “I tend to run cold at all times. If you put me in the North Pole, I’d probably turn into a popsicle.”

  Well, there was a solution for that.

  “Here.” I took her hands in mine, gripping them tight between my blunt fingers. “This should help.”

  She blushed crimson, trying to look away from me but our eyes were locked, caramel brown mixing with blue.

  Damn. Janie was beautiful and I could already feel myself leaning in, unable to help myself. She was just too tempting to resist, those plush lips beckoning like forbidden fruit.

  But suddenly, the girl spoke.

  “Um… do you think I could have that tea now?” the words came quickly, pulling her hands away.

  Hmmm. Maybe I was moving too fast for her. The last thing I wanted to do was scare away this gorgeous girl.

  “Of course. Do you want me to add the whiskey to it or are you good for now?”

  Another smile flashed across her face, making my knees go weak.

  “Do you really think it will make a difference?” she asked softly.

  “Yes. Whiskey is the best remedy for a cold. Beats anything you could buy at the pharmacy. That’s a fact.” I said with a chuckle.

  “Well, you’re the doctor, so I’m in no place to argue,” the girl relented. “So I guess I’ll take a shot with my tea.” And once again, she offered me a smile. It was breathtaking. I found myself staring at Janie like a buffoon frozen in place. My lungs literally burned, forgetting how to breathe.

  Luckily, I composed myself in record time, crossing the room to grab her tea, bringing it over to my liquor cabinet. There, I poured an ample shot into her mug. “Here.” I offered her the drink before sitting down with one of my own. “Let me know what you think.”

  Slowly, she took a sip, her face scrunching up at the taste of it before coughing a bit.

  “Do you not like it?” I asked, patting the curve of her back.

  “It’s just… strong,” she said between gasps.

  I laughed. “That’s the point. Whiskey has this amazing ability to wake up the body. It makes you feel alive, you know?”

  “Yeah, I’m starting to feel it,” she giggled. “Thank you for this, Travis. I really appreciate you putting yourself out like this.”

  “You don’t have to keep thanking me. What kind of man would I be if I just ignored you? You needed my help and I helped, that’s all.”

  The brunette blushed, looking down at her cup. “It’s just that no one has treated me this nicely before. Chivalry seems to be dead in the modern age, you know? So this is really different.”

  I laughed.

  “Well, everyone else is a goddamn fool because a girl like you should be treated like a queen.” Gently, I pinned a strand of her still-wet hair behind her ear. “You’re beautiful,” I whispered, kissing her cheek.

  Her blush deepened, fingers tightening around the cup.

  “Are you nervous?” I asked, moving even closer, hand resting on her hip. “You can tell me to stop whenever you want. I won’t get mad.”

  Confusion swirled in Janie’s eyes, but then she took a deep breath and shook her head. “I don’t want you to stop,” was her breathy murmur, looking into my eyes.

  Our lips were inches apart. I could feel her hot breath mixing with mine, tangling together in a steamy mist.

  “What do you want, Janie?” Carefully, I grabbed her mug and placed it on the coffee table so it wouldn’t spill.

  This time, the brunette didn’t hesitate.

  “You,” she whispered, leaning closer, pressing her chest against mine. There was a hungry look in her eye. She wanted me, the desire evident in those caramel pools.

  Perfect, because I wanted her too.

  In a flash, I had my arms wrapped around her waist, pinning the curvy against my body, foreheads pressed together as I gazed into those beautiful depths. “You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to do this. Ever since I first laid eyes on you, you’ve been running around my head, tempting me with that delicious body of yours. But you’re mine now.” I growled, letting my lips trail along the side of her neck, nibbling at that delicate flesh.

  “Travis,” she moaned, tilting her head back and exposing the delicate curve of her neck even further.

  “That’s it” I murmured. “Just let me take control and I’ll make this a night you’ll never forget.” As I spoke, my hand roamed down her body, finding the opening to the robe. Quickly, I undid the knot at her waist, exposing those lovely chest.

  I pulled away from her neck, glancing down at those luscious, juicy Double Ds. Oh wow. My mouth watered taking in the creamy white sacks topped with hard pink tips. I wanted to suckle and make her moan, the girl writhing with pleasure and ecstasy as she creamed hard.

  Oh yeah, this was going to be one hell of a night.

  Chapter 5

  Janie

  I couldn’t believe this was happening. My brain buzzed, trying to keep up with the pleasure already coursing through every inch of my body.

  With one touch, Travis had managed to make me wild with desire. Needing him, I lifted my hips into the air, twisting and begging for it.

  But the alpha seemed bent on teasing me first. Slowly, he rolled one of my nipples between his fingers, getting it nice and hard. His other hand slipped between my thighs, finding my already soaked pussy.

  I held my breath, back arching as his fingers ran up and down my glistening slit.

  “Oh Travis,” came my helpless moan, head tossing back with ecstasy. “Yes, right there.”

  This was only the beginning and already the man was driving me crazy. I loved it. I wanted more – much, much more. Fortunately, we were on the same wavelength.

  “Do you like that?” he whispered, looking up at me with flashing blue eyes, body hard with need.

  My heart rocketed inside my chest, thumping so loudly I feared he would hear as my hips gyrated helplessl
y against his hand.

  “Yes,” was my breathless murmur.

  “Good, because I’m going to make you feel amazing tonight.” With a grin, he lowered his mouth to my breast, sucking on it while his tongue flicked my nipple back and forth.

  God, this was pure heaven. I tangled my fingers into his hair, pulling on it in my ecstasy. Never in my life did I think I could feel this good with the pleasure centering in my cunt, making it drip and moisten shamefully.

  It was mind-blowing, but I didn’t want to stop. And reading my mind, Travis switched to the other breast, giving them both equal attention. Lifting that dark head briefly, he looked up at me, our eyes locking. He stopped sucking on my breast, a grin spreading across his face.

  He was up to something…

  And, right on cue, his thumb started to play with my clit, rubbing circles against the hard nub.

  I moaned in pleasure, bucking my hips in tiny circles.

  “Yes, yes,” was my throaty murmur. “Yes.”

  “Mmm, you like that, don’t you?” he whispered, leaving a trail of kisses along my tummy as he continued to tease my clit, faster and faster.

  I was wet – soaking, to be honest, drenching his hand as the seconds passed. My juices flowed out of me like a river, and the more he touched me, the more aroused I became. If he kept this up, I would explode with pleasure.

  Yet Travis continued, rubbing harder and harder, the friction making me writhe and gyrate my hips. Yet even as he stroked purposefully, there was still a sense of gentleness in his touch. I felt like I was the most beautiful girl in the world as his fingertips danced over my sweetest spot, making me shiver. Another gush of wetness ran between my thighs, making him growl with pleasure.

  “Mmm, Travis this feels so good,” I whispered brokenly, pulling at his hair while pushing his head toward my mound, wanting nothing more than to feel his tongue on my clit. “Please,” I begged.

  He chuckled, smirk deepening. Without a word, he grabbed me by the thighs and hoisted my legs over his shoulders. Even though I was a heavy girl, he picked me up with ease, holding my hips as his tongue dove into my folds.

  Fuck. That felt amazing.

  My ankles locked around his head, keeping him trapped against my pussy as it ran wet and needy.

  “Oh Travis, yes! Oh god ….”

  The man didn’t seem to mind because he eagerly lapped at my juices like he was addicted to the taste, going faster and faster, tongue twirling around inside me.

  My breathing turned ragged as the alpha grabbed my ass, squeezing it as he ate me out. Everything he was doing to me drove me wild, and I never wanted him to stop.

  But suddenly the alpha pulled away, mouth and chin glinting slickly with my juices. Oh god, had I done that?

  I whimpered, looking up at him, silently pleading for him to continue.

  “Baby, I need you,” he growled before placing another kiss on my clit. I almost screamed with pleasure this time. “Bad.”

  “Then take me,” I whimpered, running my nails up and down his back desperately. “Make me yours.”

  He started to grind against me, the thin material of his pajama bottoms doing little to hide a massive erection. Oh god. I bit my bottom lip, anticipating what it would feel like to have that monster inside of me.

  “Are you ready for it?” he rasped asked, nibbling once again on my clit as his hands roaming all over my body, giving me no choice whatsoever. I capitulated because this was a dream come true, my fantasies materializing in technicolor.

  “Yes,” was my breathy moan, twisting under that talented mouth. “Yes, I’m ready. I want it.”

  And slowly, Travis eased upwards before pulling me onto his lap. Without waiting for direction, I shrugged off the robe, letting it fall off my shoulders. I was now completely naked in front of this man, curves gleaming in the flickering firelight, and I loved it.

  Slowly, his lips ran along my collarbone, lingering on my soft spot for a moment before he kissed my shoulder. “You’re so beautiful.”

  I blushed deeply at his compliment, heart racing a mile a minute. I couldn’t believe this was happening. This had to be a dream. But at the same time, I could tell by the moistness of my cunt that it was all too real.

  “Travis,” came my helpless plea. I wanted to beg him to take me, but the words just wouldn’t come.

  He smiled, fingertips circling my stiff nipples, jolts of electricity running straight to my wet pussy. “You want it, don’t you?”

  All I could do was nod as my heart continued to beat harder and harder. This was it – the moment I had fantasized about ever since laying eyes on my handsome neighbor.

  His grin deepened as one hand fumbled, lifting his cock out of his pants.

  Looking down, I gasped, blushing wildly. Because he was massive. At least ten inches long, that pole stood proud like a flagpole with a pulsing vein running along one side. My mouth watered, pussy gushing once again at the sight.

  “Don’t worry, baby, just relax and let me rock your world,” he whispered, kissing my neck while guiding the tip toward my entrance.

  In that moment, sheer instinct took control of my body. I pressed my hips forward, grinding against him, coating his length in my wetness.

  He grinned, those high cheekbones stained dark while continuing to tease me, letting his tip move along my slit. But I coulnd’t wait any longer, and like a hungry slut, I took him in my hands, squeezing my fingers around his girth.

  “Give it to me,” I begged, panting. “I need this.”

  He groaned, tilting his head back slightly, a look of pleasure washing over his face. This built my confidence because I wanted to please him – to make him feel as good as I did. So I started to move my hand up and down that pulsing shaft, following a natural rhythm until he rocked into my hand, growing more massive by the minute. My eyes widened, staring at the hard shaft between my slim fingers. Would it fit? Suddenly, it was time to find out.

  “That feels so good,” he growled. “But I bet your pussy would feel even better.” And without another word, Travis pushed me onto the ground so that I lay flat on my back, nude and flushed beneath him.

  Our eyes locked as he loomed over me, bright blue eyes gleaming with lust. The light from the fireplace played off his features, making him look even more dominant and controlling.

  My heart skipped a beat, thighs parting as that dripping tip nudged against my folds.

  And then suddenly, he was inside of me, making me gasp.

  His cock felt huge, stretching my pussy to the max, and I mewled, twisting against the invasion. My nails dug into his back as I tried to adjust to his girth, toes curling, lungs burning. Travis loomed over me, that huge pole jammed halfway into my aching folds.

  “Shh,” he whispered, gently running his fingers through my hair, giving me a moment. “Are you alright?” the man rumbled softly, thumb caressing my cheek. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

  I shook my head. “No, I’m okay… keep going,” I pleaded with him, desperate for it. “Please.”

  He nodded, slowly thrusting further inside of me until his every inch was lost within my folds.

  Fuck, it felt so good. My pussy was crammed full, that massive shaft reaching so deep within that I couldn’t breathe, much less think.

  “You’re so tight.” His fingers tightened around my waist as he started to thrust into me, slowly at first before picking up speed. Shamefully, his pole came out coated with my wetness, evidence of the need drenching my pussy. “Yeah sweetheart,” he rasped again. “You want it, don’t you?”

  There was no way to reply because our bodies were already in perfect sync, moving like a well-oiled machine. Oh fuck, it felt so good, that huge club owning my folds as the dew continued to pour from between my thighs.

  “Oh!” was my desperate gasp. “Oh oh oh!”

  Because soon, the sensations were too much to handle. Pleasure built in the pit of my stomach, ready to explode. Still I held back, wanting this moment to last.
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  Travis twitched inside of me, his cock somehow getting even bigger.

  “Come for me,” the man growled, nibbling on my earlobe. “Sweetheart, let go when I say.”

  I moaned, back arching, hips pressing into the air, making it easier for him to pound deep. I loved it every inch, wet sucking sounds filling the air between us.

  Then came the tipping point. His fingers found their way to my clit, rubbing in urgent circles. It was too much and I screamed in pleasure, colors exploding before my eyes as my pussy burst, dissolving into tremors around that hard fuckpole.

  A second later, Travis erupted inside my hotly pulsing channel, warm, sticky cum coating my insides in gloopy strands. Oh god. I moaned again, cunt still convulsing as the man released gallons of virile white into my sweetest spot, the spasms of my walls pulling the sperm even deeper.

  But all good things have to end, and slowly, we drifted down from Heaven. Traivs turned to gaze at me, breathing hard, blue eyes still fiery.

  “You’re gorgeous,” he rasped, planting a kiss on my nipple and making me shiver once more. “That was amazing.”

  “Yes,” I whispered, cheeks red with heat. I was still riding on an orgasm-induced high, unable to believe what we had just done.

  Did I really just make love with my gorgeous neighbor? The one with the penetrating blue eyes and body to die for? Me, the curvy girl, did that?

  I blinked, thinking maybe this was all some sort of dream but I could tell by the pleasure coursing through my body that this was real – very real. And before I could say something, Travis picked me up and carried me to the bedroom, carefully laying me on the mattress. Immediately, I sat up, already confused.

  “Are you sure you want me to stay? What about the maintenance man?”

  “Forget about the maintenance man, sweetheart. Tonight you’re mine.” And with that, Travis pulled me into his embrace, crushing me against that big form once more. I sighed, insides going loose and wet, already moistening with anticipation. Because I wanted this … and would savor the moment for the rest of my life.