Doctor Sexy

by Katy Connor

  His lips pressed against mine, his tongue stole into my mouth, and he devoured every drop I’d just licked off him. He kissed me so thoroughly, by the time he withdrew his hot, seeking tongue, I was nothing but a sack of trembling, sated, boneless flesh.

  My knees gave way, and I sank to the step, landing on my butt with a soft plop. My head lolled forward, until I found my forehead pressed against the front of Jack’s shorts. And though my senses were muddled, and my body blissfully satisfied, my interest perked up.

  How could it not?

  My forehead was pressed against his very hard, very enticing erection.

  I couldn’t help myself, I nuzzled my way over the length of his cock, relishing both the heat that seemed to burn through his shorts and the gruff groan that rumbled through Jack’s chest.

  I was suddenly starving. Ravenous for a taste of the gorgeous doctor.

  My hands shook as I tugged at the front of his board shorts, loosening them, then yanking them down his legs. I swear, I drooled at the sight of his naked, aroused flesh.

  Jack swore softly. “Touch me, Bella.”

  I did, winding my hand around the base of his cock.

  He was long and thick and hard. And delicious. I knew, because I’d wrapped my lips around his tip and sucked him into my mouth, gorging on his succulent flesh.

  Orange cakes be damned. There was nothing citrusy about the taste of Jack Scott’s cock. It was musky and nutty and salty, and its very flavor made my head swim.

  I took as much of his length as possible before releasing him—only to swallow him down again. He was too big for me to get my mouth more than halfway down his shaft. But I relished what I could fit and palmed the rest of him in my fist.

  I grabbed his ass cheek with my free hand, pulling him closer, and Jack stepped forward willingly, murmuring husky words of encouragement as his fingers tangled in my hair. His ass was firm and toned.

  Jack Scott was a buffet of yumminess.

  I let go of him with a wet slurp. “Anyone could walk in,” I whispered, dishing out a little of the torment he’d dished up to me. “Find us here, with your pants wrapped around your ankles and your cock in my mouth.”

  “Christ, Bella.” Jack jerked hard enough his erection bumped my lips.

  “They could watch as I run my tongue along your length, like this…” I licked him from root to tip, and his lusty moan filled my ears.

  “So damn responsive,” I murmured. “I like it.”

  No, I loved it. Especially when Jack lost whatever control he’d been holding onto. He caught my face in his hands with a hoarse cry and drove his cock inside my mouth. He thrust into me, over and over, his hips moving in a rhythmic tempo.

  I opened as wide as I could for him, loving the pressure as his cock hit the back of my throat. I kept my hand fisted around his root, pleasuring him along his full length.

  And then his rhythm faltered, and his erection seemed to thicken. He let out another of those hoarse cries, stiffened for a second, and came.

  Jets of salty, hot come hit my tongue and throat, filling my mouth.

  I loved it. Loved the sheer eroticism of the moment. Loved that I’d been the one responsible for his desire and his release. I loved too that his legs shook unsteadily as he climaxed, as though they were as wobbly as mine had been.

  When his rhythmic pulsing slowed and stilled, and his shaft began to soften in my mouth, I gently pulled off him and swallowed every drop of come he’d given me. Then I climbed to my feet, wrapped my arms around Jack’s neck—both for balance and to press myself against the full length of his body—and offered him a taste of the heavenly treat he’d just shared with me.

  Chapter Three

  “Took you long enough, De Luca.” The ice bucket was relieved from Jack’s hold the second we made it upstairs. “Looking a little flushed there.” A pair of beady eyes took in my expression. “Tough hike to the freezer?”

  As luck would have it, Grant, the evil pediatrician, was the one to spot us first.

  Jerk.

  But there was no way I’d let him know how much he hurt me. “It’s—um? Sorry. I’ve forgotten your name.” Take that asshat. I hated him all over again, this time for sweeping the euphoria of my orgasm away with a few nasty words.

  Grant and I had dated for several weeks. I’d thought things were getting serious between us—probably because Grant had intimated as much, confessing he was falling for me.

  He wasn’t.

  I’d found out the hard way, when I’d walked in on him with another woman. At the time, I’d been so furious, I’d threatened to hand his balls to him on a platter—pickled in De Lucas’ super-special, spicy vinaigrette.

  I never would have followed through on my threat. The idea of handling his balls after his infidelity, even to pickle them, nauseated me.

  Jack’s gaze moved from me to Grant and back to me again. “Old friends?” The forced humor in his tone belied the concerned question in his expression as he looked at me.

  Wilson snorted. “It’s tough being friends with a prickly bitch.”

  “Not as tough as being friends with an asshole like yourself, I’d guess,” Jack said.

  I might have fallen for him a bit right then.

  “Jesus, you deserve each other. Good luck with her.” He gave Jack a scathing look. “I’d rather fuck a brick wall myself.”

  “Lucky for you,” I shot back. “A brick wall’s about the only thing likely to let you fuck it.”

  “Bite me, De Luca.” Grant stalked off, ice bucket in hand.

  “Not even if I was starving,” I called after him.

  “That was fun.” Jack ran his hand down my arm.

  “The man’s a pig with questionable morals.”

  “And you know this from personal experience?” A few minutes ago, passion had burned in Jack’s eyes. Now he looked at me with a tenderness and concern that warmed the icy patch Grant had left in my chest.

  I shrugged. “Let’s just say his idea of faithfulness didn’t gel too well with mine.”

  “He cheated on you?” His gaze turned flinty.

  I nodded, hating that I still felt anger and humiliation every time I saw Grant.

  “He really is an asshole.” The dimple in his cheek made an unexpected appearance and his eyes gleamed. “Want me to take care of him?”

  “Take care of him?”

  “Take him out. Permanently.”

  I snorted. “You planning on killing him?”

  “Not personally.” He held up his hands. “I need these babies for work. But I can arrange a hit if you’d like?”

  “Generous offer.” I laughed, my tension dissolving—which I suspect was exactly what Jack was trying to do. I hated that Grant had dimmed my post-climactic glow, but I wasn’t about to let him ruin an otherwise perfectly enjoyable evening. “Is that how you take care of assholes in Australia?”

  “Is there another way?” He was all innocence––except for that devilish gleam and telling dimple playing on his cheek.

  It was so sexy, it drove all thoughts of the cheating asshole from my mind. This time I couldn’t stop myself.

  I leaned in and flicked my tongue over it. When the quick taste wasn’t close to satisfying enough, I pressed my lips against it. I opened my mouth and sucked gently—just like he’d done to my ear in the basement.

  “Mm,” I whispered before pulling away. “I’ve been wanting to do that since I caught sight of you across the living room earlier.”

  Jack grimaced, clenching his teeth together. He pulled me in front of him, my back to his front, a position I’d become intimately acquainted with. Once again, his erection pressed enticingly against my spine. “It’s been all of five minutes since I came, and I’m hard again,” he growled quietly.

  My belly quivered. He’d given me an orgasm just a few minutes before his own, and, like him, apparently, I was about ready for another one.

  His hand glanced over my hip and up my waist, coming to rest below my brea
st. My nipple tightened all over again, with the merest hint of his touch.

  “What just happened between us in the basement, Bella… That’s not the end.” He nuzzled my cheek. “I plan to make you come so many more times before the night ends, you’ll lose count.”

  I had to swallow quickly…or face the possibility of drooling.

  “I look forward to every one of them.” He edged me forward, his hands on my hips, his erection pressed against the small of my back. “Dance with me.”

  The music was sultry, the lights dimmed. Several people danced in the far end of the living room, and I couldn’t wait to drape myself over Dr. Scott.

  For long moments, we danced with my back pressed to his front. We swayed together, his hips guiding mine in a sensual dance. With his erection pressed into me, my panties became uncomfortably wet.

  Then I turned. We danced thigh to thigh, his cock nestled against my belly, and my breasts pressed into his solid lower chest. I wrapped my arms around his neck, and let my fingers play with the silken hair that curled over his collar.

  I was oblivious to the couples dancing around us. I couldn’t have told you who was on the floor, or who had paired up. The devastatingly handsome Jack Scott stole my breath and my attention.

  I’d lied earlier. Given the opportunity, I’d hop into the closest bed with him.

  Rebecca was right. There had been a good reason for me to attend the party tonight.

  We didn’t speak. He stared into my eyes as he held me against him, and I couldn’t look away. I was lost in the depth of his magnetic, brown gaze.

  Something clicked into place between us. Like two pieces of a puzzle fitting together. I’m not sure if our mutual greed stemmed from that emotional connection or from our complete surrender to each other’s touch.

  He looked at me as though he were starving for another taste, and I couldn’t press close enough to his muscled strength to find satisfaction.

  I needed more. The all-consuming hunger for him wasn’t going anywhere soon.

  I’m not a dancer. Never have been. I tend to trip over my two left feet and my partner’s feet. Yet my hips swayed in time to Jack’s without a problem. And if every now and again, the sway misfired and became a brazen thrust, the tempo of our movements was affected not at all.

  Our corner of the room was so thick with lust, the air around us steamed. It was so crowded no one noticed us. We were in our own little world.

  Then Jack’s hands were on my ass, and his swaying became more meaningful. He stepped forward, and I stepped back, instinctively following were he led. Like a sensuous tango, he directed me across the room, and out into the hallway. His steps never faltered, and for once neither did mine. His gaze never left mine—I still have no idea how we didn’t bump into a wall or a party guest—as he steered me down that hallway, through a door, and pressed me against a wall.

  The door closed with a snick. Jack didn’t bother with the lights. Darkness enveloped us.

  His hands were on my waist before I’d taken a breath. His lips on mine, his tongue in my mouth. And oh God, what that tongue did to me, sliding along the length of mine with all that velvety heat.

  Lust exploded in my belly. I was a fiery ball of need.

  And Jack knew it.

  Those hands on my waist? They were tugging at my button and zipper again, only this time when he got them open, he peeled them down and over my hips. He took my panties with them, leaving my pussy and ass exposed to the cool air circulating through the shadows.

  My jeans caught on the top of my thigh-high boots, jamming. His mouth left mine as he dropped to his knees. Jack placed a chaste kiss on my hip bone, and I shuddered.

  Then his hands were on one boot, unzipping it, lifting my leg and slipping the boot off. The second boot followed after another kiss to my hip—the other hip this time.

  My pussy sizzled.

  Then my panties were gone. My jeans, too. I stood in my shirt and bra and little else, hidden from view by the inky blackness.

  He found that space between my navel and pubic bone unerringly, trailing hot, wet kisses over it.

  “I love your smooth pussy.” He licked the hair-free skin above my clit, and I about exploded with need.

  “Did I tell you I love a wet tongue smoothing over me?” How I found the strength to talk, I had no idea.

  “Did I tell you the door’s not locked? Anyone could walk in.”

  My hips jerked. Anxiety filled my chest. It might be dark, but if someone opened the door, light would spill in. I’d be on show for whoever stood in that entryway. And anyone who stood behind.

  “Say the words, Bella, and I’ll lock it.”

  I opened my mouth, needing him to turn that lock.

  “No,” I moaned.

  “You’ll be the death of me.”

  His tongue was on me, probing my folds, finding my clit and licking.

  My back hit the wall hard as I collapsed against it, needing the structure to hold me up. With one swipe of his tongue, my knees were useless.

  Jack wrapped a hand around each of my butt cheeks, and held me still, held me open to his searching mouth. Slowly I was consumed by those lips: feverish and frenzied. Every inch of me burned in the most delicious way.

  I’d always thought the silly comparison made between a woman’s private parts and a juicy peach was an overused cliché. Yet the way Jack ate at my pussy, and the way my juices spilled into his mouth, I understood the simile. I felt as sweet and juicy as summer fruit. And all I wanted was for Jack to feast on my ripe flesh.

  He latched his mouth over my tortured bud and sucked, before swiping at it again and again with his tongue, lashing it with pleasure so profound, a keening wail started in my chest and echoed through the room.

  Sensation built. It twisted and climbed as Jack licked me, seeking escape from his tempestuous tongue.

  And peak it did, like a volcano boiling over. I came, the ecstasy bursting free. Rapturous tremors hit me. My inner muscles clenching in time to Jack’s onslaught. He kept on licking me as I climaxed, so the pleasure built further, spiraling out of control until I cried out.

  At the tortured sound, Jack jumped to his feet, his mouth capturing mine, capturing the sound in a searing kiss. And when my breath was consumed by his, and my cry silenced, he fell back to his feet, buried his head between my legs and licked me to another mind-blowing orgasm.

  My muscles melted. Jack seemed to have that effect on me. For the second time, I collapsed to the floor in a limbless heap. My chest heaved, my eyes rolled to the back of my head. Two orgasms in the space of a minute almost rendered me unconscious.

  I would have let my head loll back and my eyes close, would have lost myself to lulling pull of sleep, if Jack hadn’t pushed my legs open, knelt between them, leaned down, and kissed me again. Another of those drugging kisses that filled my veins with ecstasy.

  I wanted him. Wanted to offer him everything he’d just given me. My hands found his erection, and I untied his board shorts.

  His hands remained on my cheeks as he kissed me, and I sought his hot, rigid flesh.

  His throbbing cock filled my palm, and I tugged on his erection, pulling my fist up and around the tip of his cock. He left my hand gratifyingly damp. Pre-come oozed from him, a sure sign he was as affected by his feast as I was.

  I tugged on his cock again, pulling it, and him, closer. Jack released my mouth and straightened his back, shifting closer to me on his knees.

  I bent my legs, trapping him between my thighs.

  And for the second time that evening, I feasted. Wrapped my lips around that tip.

  I palmed his balls, one in each hand, caressing, rubbing, and weighing them. I played as I licked him from root to tip and massaged as I took his length in as far as it could go.

  “Bellaaaa.” Jack fisted my hair, tugging on it as his groan echoed softly off the walls.

  God, he was so big. I relaxed my suction, content to wrap my tongue around him, lick him in slow ci
rcles.

  He began to rock, slowly fucking my mouth. There was no swiftness to his movements, no crazy pounding into me like before. I slackened my jaw and let him in as far as he could go, and just as his tip touched the back of my throat, he withdrew, slowly, gliding against the inside of my cheeks and my tongue.

  I grazed him with my teeth, careful not to bite, and as he rocked, I released one ball to draw my hand along the base of his erection.

  A deep growl filled the room.

  I locked my knees against his legs and sucked a little harder. Then almost jumped off the floor when his finger found my clit.

  I swear, the man had laser vision. How he unerringly found that hidden bud every time was beyond me. But then so was thought. My pussy was so swollen from his tongue lashing, his slightest touch about made me crazy. I couldn’t bear it. Couldn’t stand the pressure against my engorged flesh.

  Yet I craved it with a need that drove me wild.

  He slid his finger over me, just like he’d slid his tongue over me. And as he fucked my mouth, and I tugged on his cock and his balls, moisture pooled between my legs.

  His cock dripped, leaving tangy droplets behind every time he withdrew.

  Beads of sweat lined my forehead. My hips thrust against his finger, and each swipe against my clit was agonizing and exhilarating

  We were feral animals.

  I increased my suction, pulling harder on his dick. I slipped a finger to the crease of his ass.

  Jack froze. The rocking stopped. Even his breathing seemed to stop.

  The only thing that didn’t cease was the slick swipe of his finger, tormenting my clit.

  For the third time in minutes, I peaked. This time with Jack’s cock in my mouth and hand, and my finger burrowing precariously between his buttocks.

  I couldn’t cry out, couldn’t even gurgle, so I hummed my pleasure over his rigid flesh as I convulsed against his hand.

  It was almost embarrassing how quickly Jack could make me climax. Well, it could have been embarrassing, if it wasn’t so darn incredible.

  My legs trembled, my arms shook, and my chest heaved in release.

  Jack’s body turned rigid, and a low growl echoed across the room. I sucked him deep as I came, and nearly came all over again as he whispered my name. My fingers slid back to the puckered skin on his ass.