Healing Touch: Play Doctor, Book 2

by Jayne Rylon

  Instead of chasing the bull to grab it by the horns, she stood in the center of the ring and declared herself fair game, daring him to charge her. Because she deserved a man who felt for her the way Kurt did for his wife.

  After witnessing something so brilliant, most other things paled in comparison.

  Except Luke.

  When he drew away to evaluate her expression, he beamed. His smile illuminated so much of the blackness she’d swallowed it amazed her.

  Harder to believe, she seemed to balance him. To be his counterpart.

  “Are you two going to stand there and make out all day? Or do you want to try my spare Licker?” Kurt grinned.

  “I knew you were my best friend for a reason. Well, aside from the time you put plastic wrap over the urinal when Doug Blanser slept with my date to the prom.” Luke snagged the device from the stainless steel rolling tray then kneeled at Brielle’s feet.

  “Or maybe how I let you sleep with my wife until you found someone to slay the loneliness that was starting to drive you mad?”

  “Uh, yeah. That too.” Her golden-haired lover pressed on the insides of her knees until she widened her stance. After peeling her underwear down and off, he nuzzled her mound, breathing deep when he parted her lips with two long fingers. “Before I turn you into a guinea pig, how about I give you something to compare this thing to?”

  Luke kissed the top of her slit, weakening her knees.

  “Lean here.” Kurt positioned her so that her ass rested on the examination table. Then he teased his wife, “I bet you wish you could see them, don’t you, baby?”

  Kurt’s attention returned to her. Brielle couldn’t imagine they’d be as interested in Luke’s wicked tongue as she was with Kurt’s inventions and how he wielded them to tame his wife.

  That possibility combined with the wet sounds of the probe fucking Becca, encouraging Brielle to lift her leg and rest it on Luke’s shoulder. He buried his face deeper between her thighs, sucking on every engorged valley of her flesh.

  She began to shake when he manipulated her clit with his nose while he lapped cream from her lips.

  “You’re about to make her come, Luke.”

  Both Brielle and Becca moaned at Kurt’s announcement.

  “W-wait. Want to try the Licker.” Brielle tried to escape, but there was nowhere to go.

  “Honey, he’s not going to let you off the hook that easily.” Luke laughed and Becca moaned at Kurt’s declaration. “We don’t run a one-and-done operation around here.”

  Chapter Nineteen

  “Huh?” She couldn’t think when Luke’s tongue circled her—slow, and then fast, and then slow again—before he added one of his fingers to his strumming of her body.

  “We’re not leaving this room until we’ve shared a dozen orgasms between us. Luke and I might be good for two each. So guess who’s going to make up the difference?” Kurt’s assumption of control pushed Brielle nearer to surrender.

  Luke paused to gloat, “I already had numero uno, thanks.”

  “We only left you kids alone for five damn minutes.” Kurt chuckled.

  “Just doing my part to reach your goal.” His smart-ass remark was slightly garbled as he dove back into business. Brielle adored his sense of humor. It spiked her need higher.

  The thought of their semi-private naughty adventures must have driven Becca beyond restraint. She screamed Kurt’s name then bucked within the confines of her bindings. This time, the probe stayed in place.

  Brielle felt herself slipping toward climax too. The other woman’s cries and the knowledge that Kurt had actually used the restraints to keep her safe while pleasing her was too much to combat. She tugged on Luke’s hair. When he peeked up, he smiled against her pussy.

  She came so hard she should have fallen. Except both Kurt and Luke braced her through the rampage of sensation that stormed her nervous system. Brielle slumped against the examination table, uncaring that her shoulders and Becca’s thigh pressed together.

  Kurt motioned to Luke, who lifted her into his arms. “That’s three. Nice.”

  A giggle escaped between their lips when he bent to kiss her, sharing the mingled taste of them. Amazingly, she had no doubts she had more to give. Metal clanked as Kurt rearranged the space, extending side panels in the table. One was a kneeling bench and another a padded rest for her arms and head.

  “Gorgeous.” Luke nipped her bottom lip. “I want to fuck you, Brielle. While they’re watching. With you wearing Kurt’s Licker.”

  “I’m not planning on objecting.” She could hardly believe that hoarse voice was hers.

  “Pay attention, up close and personal. I don’t think there’s any way you can miss how special it is when Becca submits to Kurt.”

  “Already see that.” She gasped when the world spun around her.

  Luke set her on her knees. She instinctively turned her cheek to rest on the upper pad. At that angle, he was right, she had one hell of a view.

  “I’m not going to tie you, Cookie, but I’d like it if you would put your arms in the small of your back. Cross your wrists for me. That’s it. You’re completely able to move at any time. If you feel the need, just pull away.”

  “I don’t want to.” She moaned and arched her back, flashing him her drenched pussy.

  “Kurt, where are your condoms?” Luke’s frantic inquiry had her feeling smug.

  “Uh oh.” The scientist froze from where he’d wandered near Becca’s shoulder, petting her and reigniting the fire in her. “I haven’t had to use those in for-fucking-ever. They’ve got to be expired.”

  “Rub it in. Crap.” Luke massaged Brielle’s ass, on prominent display. “I didn’t expect this today. Don’t worry, Cookie, I’ll still take good care of you.”

  Brielle peered at him over her shoulder. She spent half a second debating if she was making the right decision before Becca’s input came rushing back. Doubting her choices wasn’t the way to spend her whole life.

  This was good.

  This was right.

  “Brad used to take me to get the shot. It made my cycle easier so I kept going to the university clinic when my benefits kicked in. I sure as hell got tested for everything under the sun after I left too. I’m clean. If you are…”

  Luke covered her in a flash. He knelt with his legs on the outside of hers. “Today just keeps getting better and better. Let me in, Brielle. Skin on skin.”

  The press of him against the backs of her thighs, the way his belly trapped her hands between them as he leaned forward, his fingers in her hair and his lips at her neck all guaranteed she wouldn’t last long before contributing another climax to the count.

  And that was before she realized what Kurt was doing.

  His groan had her peeking over the full mounds of Becca’s breasts to where he tucked his cock between his wife’s lips. She continued to grind on the probe while the Licker tortured her.

  Brielle could relate when Luke reached around her hip to place the device’s twin over her pussy. The material felt too real when it sucked tight to her body. Luke switched on the revolving action. She nearly choked on her tongue.

  “Yet another moneymaker from the Dream Lab, huh?” Luke didn’t give her time to adjust before pressing his cock against her. Whether her imagination contributed to the sensation or not, he felt hotter. Harder too. He buried himself in her a few inches on each shove. Soon he filled her to brimming and then some.

  The combination of his possession and the Licker, mercilessly tapping her where it counted most, electrified her. Instead of a slow buildup of passion, it shocked her, like being struck by lightning. Without warning, she exploded.

  “Ah shit. Yeah!” Luke tucked close and didn’t let her slip from his grasp, or off his cock, as she convulsed. “Four down.”

  Kurt withdrew from Becca’s mouth. He groaned as he admired Brielle’s total lack of restraint. Stepping nearer for a better look, his cock glanced off Becca’s shoulder. He planted a hand on the table and le
apt. Careful not to squash his wife, he placed one knee on either side of her body, leaving him facing her feet.

  Before he could instruct her, Becca lifted her head as far as possible and took his balls in her mouth. She suckled them for a few seconds until Kurt lifted up and readjusted. “Too much more of that and I’ll come all over you like a fountain.”

  The monitors went wild.

  “You want me to?” He caressed his wife’s softly rounded stomach as he stared at his inventions working her.

  She mewled, completely at his mercy and loving it.

  “Who am I to argue?” Clearly, this was one of his favorite activities. No way could he hide the mask of desire sweeping over his face. With two fingers, he pressed his cock down until it rested in the valley between Becca’s breasts. His other hand plumped one side of her chest, smooshing it around his cock.

  Luke assisted by reaching over to do the same for the other mound, snugging Kurt’s erection between dunes of softness. He hesitated long enough to ask Brielle, “Does it bother you that I’m touching her while I’m fucking you?”

  “No.” The glide of his cock inside her, now fully inserted, showed her just how much he needed her. “Just don’t stop. God. Please.”

  “I can multitask.” He grunted.

  Kurt roared when Becca inclined her head enough to lick whatever parts of him she could reach as he rode her chest, picking up steam. Brielle’s vantage made it clear the haphazard delight of his balls, perineum and maybe even his ass drove the doctor wild.

  The raw lust on Kurt’s face as he staked his claim had Brielle getting drunk on the passion they all shared. When his cock emerged from the far side of Becca’s breasts and nudged Luke’s forearm, which still secured Becca for his friend, a shock wave rippled through Brielle.

  “You like that, huh?” Luke did too if the increase in the pace and force of his thrusts were any indication.

  “Yes. Yes.” She panted her response, uncaring about her total loss of decorum.

  As if their ecstasy fed off one another’s enjoyment, Kurt was pushed higher by Brielle’s reaction. He threw back his head and growled, “Here it comes, baby. All for you.”

  He spasmed on top of Becca, his lab coat rustling as he shook. Then pearly white streams poured from him with enough force to blast the first one halfway to his wife’s pussy. The strand draped over Luke’s forearm. The next shot blasted Brielle’s lover full-on. She sighed when the next two or three fell short, dribbling over Becca’s breasts and the space in between.

  By the time droplets accompanied each flex of Kurt’s muscles, he’d moved on to smearing them over Becca’s nipples.

  “Oh damn.” Luke slammed into her now. Combined with the scenery and the Licker, Brielle figured she didn’t stand a chance.

  But Luke sealed the deal by retracting his arm. He laid it on the side of the table right next to them and licked a swath through his friend’s come, which ran in rivulets through his golden hair.

  Both Becca and Brielle shattered in unison. The sight too much to bear.

  Their shouts mingled and complemented one another, joined by the harmony of Luke’s grunts and cursing as he flooded Brielle’s pussy. Bare, he scorched her with the heat of his seed, which splattered her still-rippling tissue.

  She could feel him overflowing her, and was sad for the fluid squeezing out around his thick shaft when she craved all of him inside her. Rapture stole every trace of rationality. The only thing she could do was experience.

  Kurt slithered to the linoleum, bracing himself on his knees as he caught his breath. He puffed as though he’d run an entire marathon in the past three or four minutes. The sawing motion of his hand made it clear he pumped his cock. She was surprised to see the tip of it above the examination table from his post on the other side. Still hard.

  “Brielle. So good.” Luke covered her back with kisses, stopping only to bite lightly on her shoulder. He held her as his cock began to shrink inside her, spilling more of his release onto her labia and thighs.

  “That’s only eight. Ladies, you’d better get back to work.” Kurt didn’t waste any time or allow his wife to cool off.

  Luke wrapped Brielle’s wrists in one of his hands, reminding her that she hadn’t once felt the need to flinch or retract them.

  “Can you stand, Cookie?” he whispered. “I’ll help you. I’d love to see this. Hell, it might get you fucked again if luck is with us.”

  Anything that involved Luke’s cock in her pussy was good with her.

  She wobbled as she stood, but managed to get to her feet—this time facing the table. Kurt was busy disengaging the probe, though he left the Licker in place. “We don’t need any more proof of her reactions, do we, Brielle?”

  “No, Doctor.” She couldn’t say what possessed her to mimic Becca’s polite address. If the dilating of his pupils was any indication, it’d been the right choice. “The results are obvious.”

  Becca was wasted. Thoroughly replete, yet about to be pushed higher.

  Kurt hummed. “It’s going to have to be something good to get her there again.”

  He prowled to his supply station, taking two latex gloves from the box on the counter. He drew them on with an exaggerated motion. Becca undulated on the table, proving how much she loved his show.

  Wondering what debauched creation he’d showcase next, Brielle was surprised when he bypassed cabinets, drawers and even the tools on his rolling cart.

  “Sometimes simple is best.” Kurt dug in his pocket once more for the tube of lubrication.

  “Are you going to attempt what I think you are?” Luke paused his kneading of Brielle’s breasts and ass and whatever else he could reach, as though he hadn’t been able to put his hands on her enough. Thank God, because she needed more too.

  Brielle whimpered, and he recommenced the caresses, keeping her from dipping into a sated catatonia. She nearly begged him to stop, to let her rest, but it was too marvelous to end prematurely.

  “Do you think I’m about to show you just how far Becca has come in her training to accept all of my hand inside her?” Kurt’s quicksilver eyes flashed his dirty intentions. They glowed as brightly as the supernova featured in the poster hanging outside Brielle’s cubicle in the Science Department below them.

  She’d never be able to sit at her desk again without remembering this day.

  The time her eyes and soul were opened to so many possibilities.

  The truth of the matter was that Kurt and Becca didn’t need anything other than each other to be deliriously happy. All the trappings and extras were simply bonuses. Sprinkles on a decadent sundae. Something they enjoyed together. A statement of their trust, loyalty and dependability, as well as the total devotion they already exhibited for each other.

  Kurt satisfied himself by delighting his wife. She reveled in the attention and the joy it brought him to dominate her completely. Could Brielle give that to Luke?

  She glanced over her shoulder. Her boyfriend—she loved thinking of him like that—was mesmerized. Not by Kurt’s advance between Becca’s spread and trapped legs.

  Brielle caught him staring at her own expression.

  “I want to show you everything,” he explained.

  “I can’t wait.” She touched his cheek. “I just wish there was something I could give you.”

  “You already have.” Luke hugged her to his chest. She was surprised to feel his erection trying to make a comeback. “You impress me more every minute. So much progress. Such a short amount of time.”

  “He’s right about that.” Kurt shifted his focus to her for a moment. “It’s somewhat incredible actually. I wouldn’t have thought it possible when I read Becca’s case notes earlier this week. It won’t be easy, Brielle. There will be lots of struggles to come. Up days, down days. But I’m sure you’re going to triumph.”

  “We’re here to help.” Becca struggled to speak. “However we must.”

  They all laughed at her fake sacrifice.

  U
ntil Kurt transformed her chuckle into a groan by inserting his slick middle finger into her pussy while the pinky of his other hand invaded her ass.

  “Um,” Brielle blushed.

  “Yes?” Luke kissed the nape of her neck.

  “I thought that was a one-way street.” She grimaced at her naiveté.

  Kurt nearly bust a gut, triggering more needy sounds from Becca as his hands jiggled within her. “You’re so freaking adorable. I swear on my pair of Jung’s spectacles that’s something Luke would have said when we were little.”

  Coming to her rescue, Becca must have been able to tell the rosy cheeks Brielle sported had more to do with embarrassment than excitement. “They were really early bloomers. I had no clue either. Then Kurt corrupted me.”

  “And you loved every second of it.” Her husband added a second finger to her ass and two more to her pussy.

  “Still do. Will forever.” She let her head drop back onto the table as she accommodated his foray into her body.

  “Would you like to find out what it feels like too?” Luke grazed his fingertips over Brielle’s ass and the cleft of her buttocks. “Just a little. It’s not something you want to rush.”

  “Does that mean it hurts?” A trickle of unease spoiled her curiosity.

  “Not if you do it right.” He flicked the tip of one finger across her rear entrance. “I won’t fuck you there. Today. Not with my cock. But you can take a finger or two. Hell, Becca’s about to swallow an entire fist, I think you can handle my pinky.”

  “What?” Brielle lifted her face in time to see Kurt put all four fingers of his right hand inside Becca’s pussy. It didn’t seem like she should be quite so…stretchy.

  “We’ve been practicing,” Kurt reassured her. “This has been one of Becca’s fantasies for a while. She’s never gone all the way. Lately, she’s come close before she calls mercy.”

  “Not today.” Becca’s mouth set in firm resolve.

  “That’s what you said last weekend,” Kurt goaded her.

  “Don’t like failing you.” She sighed.