by Selena Kitt
“You looked hungry,” the waitress remarked with a flirty little smile. She served him first, bending low enough that Bailey knew her cleavage was very visible. And Dom was looking. Typical man.
Bailey turned her attention to Regina, ignoring the waitress when she put down her burger and fries and Regina’s salad.
“So, wait… there’s a way to become a midwife without becoming a nurse first?” Bailey chewed thoughtfully on one of her fries, the hair on the back of her neck prickling when the waitress practically purred at Dom, asking if he wanted another beer. He told her no and looked at Bailey like he knew exactly what she was thinking. But she ignored him too.
“Of course.” Regina put dressing on her salad. “And you start by becoming my apprentice. Dom knew I was looking and you happened along. Sounds like fate to me.”
Bailey sat back in her chair, the wind completely knocked out of her. She met Dom’s eyes. They weren’t dancing in fun anymore. They were soft, tender. Bailey felt like crying but she didn’t. She swallowed past the lump in her throat, blinking fast as she asked Regina her next, most important question.
“And there’s no… no chemistry involved? No math?” She couldn’t dare to hope. Was it really possible? She’d only ever considered nurse-midwifery because, as far as she knew, it was the only path to her goal. Apparently, a whole world of midwives existed she’d never even heard of.
“Anatomy, physiology,” Regina chewed her salad loudly, unselfconscious, a dab of raspberry vinaigrette at the corner of her mouth but she didn’t wipe it. “A lot of clinicals and hands-on learning. Don’t get me wrong—it isn’t easy. It’s damned hard work. But there’s no math. Unless you count all the bookkeeping!”
“That part I could handle,” Bailey said with a smile. Basic math she could do. But anything past fractions and she broke out in hives.
“So what do you think?” Regina asked, sipping the last bit of her second margarita. “Would you like to apprentice with me?”
“Are you kidding me?” Bailey didn’t even have to think. She didn’t ponder what she was going to tell her father, how she was going to get him to approve of her leaving the traditional graduate school path for this, she didn’t think at all. She jumped at the chance. “Hell yes!”
“You were right.” Regina laughed, looking over at her son. “I like her.”
“Told you so.” Dom smirked.
“He says that a lot,” Regina said,in a stage whisper. “If you’re going to be with him, you’d better get used to it.”
Regina patted Bailey’s hand and she flushed—this time it definitely wasn’t the alcohol—wondering just what Dom had told his mother.
“Oh damnit.” Regina reached into her pocket, pulling out a smart phone. “I have to take this.”
She got up from the table, walking to the very back of the restaurant, using the restroom alcove to talk in private while Bailey continued to gape at Dom.
“What?” he finally asked, his mouth full of steak.
“What did you tell her?” she hissed.
“Nothing much.” Dom shrugged. “Just that you were fucking amazing and if I couldn’t find a way for you not to be my student anymore, I might explode.”
Bailey couldn’t breathe. It wasn’t just her face burning—her whole body burned.
“You… didn’t…” she managed.
“No.” He grinned, putting his knife and fork down and leaning in closer to her. “It’s only half true. I told her you were fucking amazing.”
“I…” Bailey blinked back tears again. Damnit, drinking made her sleepy and emotional. “I don’t know how to thank you.”
“No more chemistry,” he said, watching her sip self-consciously at her margarita. She could almost hear what he was thinking. “You know what that means?”
“That I’m not your student anymore.”
He nodded slowly, his gaze focused on her mouth.
“That was my primagravida.” Regina smiled down at Bailey. “That means—”
“A woman over thirty-five having her first baby,” Bailey interrupted, not thinking before it was out of her mouth. Then she wondered if Regina was going to think she was a show-off. Impertinent. Had she ruined everything already?
“I’m going to like this girl.” Regina grinned at her son as she put a hand on Bailey’s shoulder. “It’s my apprentice’s last birth. She’s moving to Texas.”
“Have a good birth.” Dom tapped his cheek and Regina leaned in and kissed it, leaving a bit of red lipstick there.
“Dom will get all your information for me.” Regina squeezed Bailey’s shoulder. “You two have fun.”
“We will.” The look Dom gave Bailey made her mouth go dry and Bailey sipped the last of her margarita, feeling like she was floating.
“I have no doubt.” Regina laughed, shrugging on her coat. She waggled her fingers at them near the door and then she was gone. Bailey felt a little tug of jealousy—she would have loved to go to the birth. Then she looked over at the man who had made it possible for her to attend not just one birth, but to give her the opportunity to do it all on her own. To really live her dream.
“I’m going to take you home.” Dom finished off the second beer the waitress had brought for him.
“Oh I have my car,” she said, looking at her untouched meal. She wasn’t hungry anyway. Not for cheeseburgers and fries. If she’d thought the adrenaline rush of catching a baby had been exciting, that paled in comparison to this. “I’m on call. Joanna has a client—I’m supposed to take pictures.”
He frowned. “When is she due?”
“Last week.”
He sighed. “Thwarted at every turn.”
“I can follow you.” She met his eyes, and there it was, that spark between them. It made her feel like butterflies were about to burst out of her chest in a cloud. “In my car.”
“Let’s go.” He stood, holding out his hand, and she took it.
He drove a sexy little Dodge Challenger, blue with white stripes, and Bailey followed in her red Ford Focus, wishing she was driving next to him, with his hand on her knee… or her thigh… or…
She squirmed in her seat, glad he didn’t live far. A pale yellow bungalow on a quiet, dead end street. Bailey cut the engine and she barely had time to take in her surroundings before he was opening her door for her and giving her a hand out.
“Do you want something to drink?” he offered when they got inside and he took Joanna’s coat, hanging it with his in the closet.
“I think I’ve had enough to drink,” she replied, looking at him as they stood face to face in the entryway. “I probably shouldn’t even be driving.”
His hands moved to her shoulders, pulling her near. She felt his breath on her face, steak sauce and beer, and in the next moment she was tasting it, his mouth on hers, mixing steak with strawberry margaritas, a salty sweet combination that made her heady with lust.
“You know I’m technically still your student,” she murmured when they parted, his eyes searching hers.
“I can’t wait.”
He kissed her again and she knew she couldn’t either. The truth was she’d been thinking about him ever since that first kiss, imagining just this—his hands moving over the skin-tight knit of her dress, following the gentle, easy curves of her body, her arms around his neck, hanging on so tight you would have thought she was on a roller coaster.
And she was.
He carried her to the bedroom. Not in a romantic, sweeping sort of way. He just put his arms around her waist and lifted—he was tall, far taller than her five-foot-three—kissing her the whole way. Her heels fell off, one by one, in the hallway. He kicked the door open and kissed her down onto the bed in the darkness, both of them drunk on desire.
“I can’t stop thinking about you,” he whispered into her neck, his thigh snugged tight between hers. She whimpered and rocked, her panties wet against his leg.
“I know.” She gasped as his hands found her breasts through the slippery mate
rial. His mouth was deep into her cleavage, leaving hot, wet trails that made her nipples so hard they were like glass.
She moaned softly when he lifted his weight from her and she reached for him, whimpering. When he leaned over and turned on the lamp and put his glasses on the nightstand, she blinked up at him in surprise. His hair was disheveled, his shirt pulled out of his jeans—she’d managed to get the top buttons undone, exposing quite a bit of his chest—and she’d never wanted anything more in her life than she wanted him.
“Fuck,” he breathed, looking down at her, taking in the sight of her, thighs parted so he could see right up her dress. She was sure he could visibly discern how wet she was and he was staring right there at the apex of her thighs, just above the expanse of skin exposed between her black thigh highs and her panties. “I have to taste you.”
“Oh! God!” she cried when his big hands parted her thighs, forcing her dress up her hips, his mouth buried between her legs. He didn’t even take off her panties. He licked and sucked at her through them like he was trying to draw all the moisture out—which was impossible because the more he worked his tongue, the wetter she got. Her clit throbbed and her hands got lost in his dark hair, hips rocking of their own accord.
Just when she thought she couldn’t stand his teasing anymore, he yanked her panties aside and feasted on her flesh like a starving man. His tongue moved expertly up and down her slit, tasting her, spreading her wetness, scooping it up and depositing it over her clit.
“Ohhhhh yes!” She moaned and lifted her hips when his tongue found her sweet spot and she heard him chuckle as he buried his nose in her cleft.
“There?” he teased, licking just under it. She shook her head, looking down at him as he licked her, bare mound exposed, shaved soft and smooth just hours ago in the secret hope this very thing might happen.
“Nooo, there,” she directed, moving her hips. “Ohhh fuck right there.”
“Mmmmm,” was all he said as he focused on her clit, his tongue flickering there, teasing it before settling into a hot, fast rhythm that sent her flying.
“Oh make me come!” She begged him, grabbing a fistful of his hair and shoving his mouth against her pussy, but he didn’t seem to mind. He was moaning almost as much as she was, drowning in her juices. “Oh fuck, I’m coming! Coming! Ohhhh!”
He grabbed her hips, holding her as still as he could, his tongue flat and hard and moving all over her clit as her orgasm rocked her. His mouth stayed fastened to her mound as she came, thrashing on the bed, stayed there as she shuddered and twitched, until finally she was still again, gasping in the aftermath of her climax.
“Oh Dom…” She said his name in a whisper, still not quite believing this was real. Her chemistry professor had just licked her pussy until she came and was now on his knees between her thighs, unzipping his jeans and pulling out the most glorious cock she’d ever seen. She knew he wanted her—she saw it in his eyes, the way his cock jumped in his hand as he looked between her legs at the mess she’d just made.
“Wait,” she murmured, sitting up and pushing him down on the bed. “I want to taste you too.”
He groaned, watching as she positioned herself between his legs, yanking his jeans down his thighs. He lifted and let her take them off, his boxers too, and she couldn’t resist taking him into her mouth right away. He was circumcised, his cock long and lean, like him, standing fully at attention and seeping precum. She tasted it, peppery at the back of her throat, as she took as much of him as she could, deep into her mouth.
“Ohhhh fuckkk,” he groaned, hands in her dark hair, pulling the curtain back so he could watch as her mouth came up the shaft. “You’re so beautiful. Let me see you.”
“You want this off?” She knelt between his thighs, pulling her dress up over her panties, revealing her belly. His eyes were bright, hand back on his cock, stroking lightly as she lifted it over her breasts, a black push-up bra, and then tossed it on the floor next to the bed.
“Jesus.” His word was barely a whisper. “Now suck it.”
She didn’t have to be asked twice, but he grabbed her before she could settle between his legs again, swinging her hips toward his face. Her tongue snaked over the head of his cock, sliding down the shaft to tickle his balls. She wasn’t the only one who had shaved. His testicles were hairless and tasted sweetly metallic on her tongue.
“Ohhhhh!” She moaned when he yanked her panties aside again, thrusting his tongue into her wetness. He didn’t focus on her clit this time. Instead, he made his tongue hard, like a tiny little cock, so he could fuck her with it. She lost herself in the sensation, rocking on top of him, her hand squeezing and stroking his cock with the same rhythm. She wanted him inside her so bad she couldn’t see straight.
“Oh god, please,” she begged, licking his shaft, his balls, his inner thighs.
He stopped for a moment, still. “Please what?”
“Please fuck me,” she whispered. “I want you inside me.”
He groaned, lifting his hips, rolling her off him, onto her back, with a low grunt. Then he was on her, kissing her mouth, sucking at her tongue. She tasted herself and it made her pussy clench with want.
“Please,” she whispered as he pulled her bra down, not even bothering to undo it, licking the hard, brown points of her nipples. They were so hard she was sure they would cut the soft lash of his tongue. “Oh Dom, please, please.”
He reached down, yanking at her panties and she lifted her knees, letting them slide off so she could part her legs for him. He was poised above her, one hand on his cock, the other holding himself up. She ran her hand over the thick, ropey muscles of his arm, up over his bicep, his shoulder, eyes focused between their legs.
“I’m gonna fuck you,” he whispered, hesitating just for a moment before sliding his cock slowly, slowly, into her wetness. She watched him slip into her, all the way in, felt him throbbing deep inside. “Ahhhh god, you feel so good!”
“Yes,” she whispered, reaching for him. “Fuck me. Please.”
Dom moved inside her, slow, hard, deliberate thrusts and Bailey wrapped her arms and legs around him, losing herself in sensation. The slick invasion of his cock in her womb made her remember the intimate moment they’d shared the day before and she wondered briefly what it would be like to give birth instead of just being witness to it. She wasn’t ready for that—she’d been on the pill for years—but with this man rutting between her thighs, smelling the wet, raw, animal scent of their lust, she found herself closer to that desire than she’d ever been before.
She ran her hands up his arms, over his chest, reveling in the hard muscles of his belly. You wouldn’t think an academic would be so ripped but the man was a god. Then she slipped her hand down to grasp him, thick and pumping inside of her. He gasped, his eyes flying open to meet hers. She smiled, twisting her hand around his shaft, feeling him throb.
“Let me taste,” she whispered, touching that little divot above his lip with her own finger. “Let me taste myself on your cock.”
He gave a low, regretful moan when he withdrew. She wiggled down to take him into her mouth, tasting the musk of her own pussy as he slid as far as he could down her throat. She gagged a little and he pulled back but she grabbed his ass, forcing him further down her throat. All the relaxation techniques she’d taught laboring women over the years allowed her to relax her throat muscles and Dom stared, awed, as she took his entire length, all the way to the hilt.
“Holy hell,” he whispered, his hand moving through her hair. “You’re fucking amazing.”
She beamed under his compliment, slowly sucking him in and out, taking him halfway, then all the way, repeating the pattern, again and again. He let her, moaning softly, hips thrusting, completely lost in the feeling, until suddenly his hand fisted in her hair and he pulled her slowly off his length, holding it just out of her reach.
Her tongue snaked out, trying to lick the tip, but he shook his head, panting.
“One more trip down t
hat gorgeous throat of yours and I’m going to come.”
That made her whimper and squirm. She wanted his cum.
“I want to fuck you. Can I come inside of you?”
She nodded eagerly. “I’m on the pill.”
They were both far too aware of the consequences of their current actions.
“Come here.” He rearranged them on the bed, reclining on the plaid comforter and pulling her onto his lap. She unhooked her bra, tossing it on the floor, but when she went to take off her thigh-highs, Dom grabbed her hand.
“Leave them on.”
She smiled, situating herself into the saddle of his hips, ready to go for a ride.
“Fuck, Bailey, you’re so fucking hot. I can’t stand it.” He ran his hands over her, up her belly, tweaking her nipples, making her whimper. “I’ve wanted to do this since the day you walked into my classroom.”
Her eyes widened in surprise. And here she thought it had been yesterday’s kiss that had sparked things between them.
“You have?” She frowned. “Why didn’t you say something?”
“You were my student.” He met her eyes in the dim light. He was still hard, throbbing and wet, up against her belly. “I knew I couldn’t have you.”
“But I’m not your student anymore,” she whispered, palming the head of his cock, rolling her hand around, making him gasp. “So you can fuck me now all you want.”
“Well… it’s slightly more ethical, let’s put it that way.” He grinned and then bit his lip when her thumbnail tickled his frenulum. “Ohhh god. I don’t know if I would have been able to resist you anyway. You tortured me with all those short skirts and low cut blouses. And you were so eager to learn, you tried so hard. Your little tongue would stick out when you were concentrating, did you know that? And the way you bit your lip? God. And you laughed at all my stupid jokes.”
“All the other girls wore short skirts and laughed too, you know,” she teased, up on her knees, aiming him.
“Did they?” His hands on her hips, squeezing, anticipating. “I didn’t notice.”
