Dr. Single Dad: A Single Doctor and Virgin Romance

by Dark Angel

  I don’t have time to push the issue because we walk up to something that totally distracts me. A wall of hard, tanned muscle.

  Come to mama! These cowboys are larger than life up close. I send up a silent prayer of thanks to the sex gods that these men have yet to put their shirts back on. I’m not really sure why the shirts came off in the first place, but I’m not complaining.

  Madison walks me right up to the group standing around backstage. “Colt,” she says, all smooth and businesslike as if the pecs on this guy don’t faze her a bit. “I’d like you to meet my friend Cydney.”

  Again, I have the best bestie ever. Colt. More like a fucking stallion.

  I put on my most flirtatious grin and sidle up to him. “I must say, you’re pretty amazing with a rope.”

  He grins back, slow and sexy, casually taking me in. But his dark eyes flash with something a little dangerous that I find exciting. I want to know more about that.

  “So I’ve been told.” His voice has a scratchy quality to it, and I feel the roughness all the way to my core. In a totally good way. Like the way a bit of scruff on a man’s jaw is just the right kind of roughness. Especially scraping against my inner thighs.

  I clear my throat as I think of something to say. It’s suddenly difficult now that my mind has gone there.

  Colt gives me a wink as if he knows exactly what I’m thinking. He slings an arm around Maddie’s shoulders. “This girl here seems to have her finger on all the hot spots of the city. You didn’t steer us wrong last night, did she guys?”

  The last remark is tossed over his shoulder to some of the other cowboys, who all respond with laughs and cheers.

  “Where should we go tonight?” Colt’s question is directed at Maddie, but his eyes are all over me.

  “I know a place,” I say before Maddie has a chance. “Complete with a mechanical bull. You game?”

  Before I know it, three of the rodeo cowboys have changed and are walking down Thirty-fourth with Maddie and me. We duck into a crowded bar, and the drinks start flowing.

  “How long are you in town for?” I ask Colt.

  “Few more nights.” His eyes flash again with that same flicker of danger, his eyebrow lifted in question, telling me everything I need to know.

  He is totally down with a little fun while he’s in town. Good. So am I. A lock of dark hair falls over his brow, and I can’t resist reaching up and pushing it back. He steps in a little closer, and the air between us thickens, awareness taking hold of me.

  Tilting my head up, I smirk. “So, tell me about those rope skills you mentioned earlier.”

  Colt lifts a hand to my bare shoulder and trails a finger down my arm. When he reaches my wrist, he lifts it, then grabs the other. He traps them together tightly in front of my face in the narrow space between us, locking them in his big hands.

  “First thing you have to know is that you have to take your time,” he murmurs, his voice going low and raspy. “Go slow. You don’t want to rush it. Make sure she’s not skittish.”

  My breath catches, and my skin tingles as his eyes glimmer with meaning. He is so not talking about horses.

  “Then when you slip the rope around her, you have to move quickly. Binding them up. Keeping them under control. Submissive.”

  Holy shit. I can’t explain it, but the words coming out his mouth are the best kind of tease I’ve ever heard. They make me want to be all tied up in his rope.

  “Sounds like you have a lot of experience,” I manage.

  His smile is wicked, full of intent. He leans in close, his breath teasing my neck. “Like you said earlier, I know what I’m doing.”

  Colt

  This girl is just as wild as her bright red curls that are just begging for me to dive my hands into. I can tell by the way her eyes cloud with lust at my words.

  She is totally up for my kind of fun.

  “Want me to show you?” I ask with a smirk.

  She quirks a brow, her lips curving up. “If you’re lucky.”

  I chuckle. Oh yeah. She’s a little firecracker in bed. I know it. And there is nothing I’d rather do than take her back to my hotel and prove my theory.

  Later.

  Right now we’re out having a good time. “Who’s ready for another round?” I call out to our group. A resounding cheer of agreement sends me up to the bar, where I order another round of shots.

  After we all down the drinks, I eye Cydney, tipping my chin toward the mechanical bull. “You ever tried that out?”

  She laughs, her curls flying around like fire as she shakes her head. “No, and I’m not about to start now.

  “Scared you can’t stay on if it bucks too hard?”

  Her eyes sear into mine. “If it bucks to hard, I’ll just get off.”

  A slow smile spreads across my face at the heavy innuendo. “You think it’s that easy to get off?”

  She leans in close and winks. “If you know what you’re doing. And I do.”

  Hell yeah. This night is shaping up better than expected.

  I hook a finger into the pocket of her jeans and tug her toward me. “Show me.”

  Her tongue darts out to wet her lips, and my dick is so hard I’m ready to take her into the back and see just what she can do with that sexy mouth.

  Her eyes blaze. “Fine, but don’t say I didn’t warn you.” Turning to her friend, she grabs her arm. “Come on. Time for a ride.”

  We make our way across the bar toward the bull, Cydney’s hips swinging in a way that keeps my eyes glued right to her ass, my feet moving nearly on their own as if I can’t resist following her. The guys come as well, ready to see what kind of action is about to go down.

  I order a beer and lean against the bar as she talks to the guy running the bull, then mounts it.

  My friends are talking shit to each other, taking bets on who can stay on longest, Cyd or Maddie, but my eyes are only on her, my dick getting even harder as she swings her leg over the piece of metal and looks me dead in the eyes. Then she makes me groan aloud by biting her lip and adjusting herself on the bull. And by that I mean she is practically grinding on it. A wicked gleam lights her eyes with mischief, and I shake my head, chuckling.

  She’s something else. Can’t wait to get her alone.

  Then the bull starts up, slowly at first, but quickly picking up speed. It tosses her all about, her body arching and whipping around as the hunk of metal bucks and spins, does its best to toss her onto the thick pad underneath. And she still hangs on.

  I arch a brow at my friends as they speak the comments that are running through my head, too. I shake my head, tipping my beer toward Cydney. “I call dibs. That one’s riding me tonight.”

  They guffaw, but I know they won’t make a move on her now.

  I tilt the bottle back and take a long draw of the beer, my eyes trained on her as she clenches her thighs around the crazy machine, hanging on way longer than I suspected.

  Finally, to a roar of cheers, she gets tossed off the bull. She stands up with a smirk on that sexy mouth and high-fives her friend before waltzing over to me.

  “Looks like you do know how to ride,” I murmur. “I may need to see a replay of that more closely.”

  She laughs. “If you’re lucky,” she tells me again, then turns and heads down a hallway that leads toward the restrooms.

  I knock the rest of my beer back, unable to wait another minute to get my hands on her, then slam it down on the bar. My legs carry me across the bar and down that same hallway where she just disappeared. I catch up to her and grab her hand, spinning her around and trapping her against the wall, taking both her wrists again and pinning them above her head.

  My mouth floats inches away from all that wild hair, from that creamy skin that’s just begging to be touched.

  We stare at each other for a long moment, then she arches her back, pressing her body against mine, and I snap, taking that sassy mouth with my own.

  Cydney

  Finally. The tension build
ing between us has been making me crazy. The whole time I was on that bull, my eyes were on him, imagining he was the one giving me the ride of my life.

  All that tension explodes in a clash of teeth and tongues as we kiss, his tongue spearing my mouth in a frenzy as he holds me captive against the wall. I moan against the assault, loving every second of it.

  “So fucking sexy,” he growls in my ear as he rains hot, wet kisses down my neck.

  My hips arch toward him, needing to feel him against me, needing something to relieve the pressure that’s driving me mad. My clit throbs, my pussy pulsing when he gives me what I crave, rubbing his hard length against me. I can’t remember the last time I was this desperate with a man.

  I could let him take me right here in the hall, that’s how needy I feel.

  “Want to fuck your mouth,” he bites out. I gasp a sharp breath, his words turning me up even higher, igniting the simmer in my veins to an outright inferno.

  “Here?” I say on a moan.

  “Right now.” He pulls me further into the hallway, into the shadows around another corner, pulling his cock from his jeans as I drop to my knees.

  I was right when I thought he was up for some fun, when I recognized the danger in his eyes. He’s already pushing me past sane thought, making me want to suck him off in this hallway, the risk of being caught making it even more thrilling.

  I open my mouth and lick his thick length, eyes going wide when I see how big he is. My pussy tightens, thrumming pulses shooting through my core as I flatten my tongue and wrap my lips around him. I hollow out my cheeks and relax my throat, knowing this man won’t be gentle.

  And I’m right. He drives his hands into my hair at the same time he drives his cock into my mouth, hard and rough and deep. And I moan at the sensation, loving how he’s taking what he wants, getting wetter at the sound of the groan ripping from his own throat.

  I look up at him, letting him fuck my face, all the while so, so needy and desperate for my own release. I push my hand down inside my jeans, my slit soaked and open, begging to be filled. Sliding my fingers inside, I bring myself to my own climax as I keep my eyes locked on his, watching his face as the waves of pleasure build and build for both of us.

  I shudder as I cum, and that sets him off. His whole body jerks as he cums too, hot spurting jets shooting down my throat. I moan and swallow it all down, licking him clean when he finally pulls back, my mouth making a little pop as the head of his dick bounces free.

  Then he hauls me up, his fingers digging into my hips, my sides, my tits as if he can’t get enough of me. “Let’s go. Now.”

  Next thing I know, we’re headed down the street. My heart pounds in my chest, anticipation making me aware only of the man next to me. The man who has my body feeling out of control.

  We make it onto the 6 Train, and he pulls me all the way to the end of the car and onto his lap. I squirm against his hard cock digging into me, my breath coming quicker. I need him closer. Touching me.

  Colt pushes my hair to the side and sucks on my neck, his tongue sparking my body into a frenzy all over again. “Can’t wait to get you in my room. Show you just what I can do with a rope.”

  My eyes widen, and I turn to face him. He was serious about that?

  “You’d like that, wouldn’t you? The way you rode that bull? I know you’re up for it.”

  I swallow hard. I really think I would.

  My entire body shivers as I imagine what he could do to me while I’m bound, splayed before him, powerless to anything but pleasure.

  I nod, and one word is all he needs to hear. “Yes.”

  Colt

  I can’t get her into my hotel suite fast enough. This firecracker is making me crazy. I already came down her throat once tonight. It wasn’t enough.

  I need to be inside her. I need her spread before me. Bound. Submitting to me. Offering it all up for me to devour and ravage and take.

  Cydney turns to me when we enter my room, her eyes curious. Wondering what I’m going to do. I hinted at it earlier.

  “Lasso?” she says, a tease in her voice.

  I shake my head and chuckle. She’s a wild one. No inhibitions at all.

  I stalk slowly toward her as if she’s my prey, my eyes narrowing on her as I circle behind her, running my hand down her shoulder to her chest, lightly running over her tits and coming to rest with fingers splayed on her stomach.

  Yanking her back against me, pushing her into my hard cock, I whisper against the skin of her neck while I hold her close. “Have you ever been tied up before? Helpless? On display for a man to look and tease and touch and fuck?”

  I feel the shudder race through her. Hear the pace of her breathing pick up. Sense the desire curling around us.

  “No,” she breathes.

  “Is that what you want, Cydney? What you really want?”

  She tilts her head back to look at me, no hesitation in her eyes. “Yes.”

  “Good girl.” I smile.

  Without warning, I spin her around, trapping her hands behind her, holding her tight. I lower my mouth to hers, kissing her deep and hard and greedy.

  She kisses me right back, just as much want and need radiating from her body.

  “Get on the bed.” It’s a command, and she does as I say despite her fiery little personality.

  Going to the closet, I find the silky scarves I keep. Walking slowly back toward her, I trail the gauzy fabric over her exposed neck, teasing.

  She sighs. “No ropes?”

  I smile. “Doesn’t look like you’re complaining.” Not at all. She looks like she is very much enjoying the feel of the silk on her skin.

  Her eyes lock with mine. “I don’t know what to expect.”

  In that second, I almost rip her clothes off and take her just like she is, tease and torment be damned. Because she’s so fucking vulnerable right now. But also so trusting. Letting me do what I want. Giving herself and her pleasure over to me as if she trusts completely that I’ll only take care of her. And I will.

  I toss the scarves onto the pillows, then crawl over her on the bed, my hands finding their way under her shirt, fingers brushing against her soft skin. Light as a feather. She lifts her arms, and I remove her shirt, my eyes raking over her perfect tits. So full and round. Leaning down, I bury my face between them.

  I cup them through her bra, thinking I’ll take my time, but as I flick her nipples beneath the lacy fabric, she arches and moans against my palms, and I need to see them. I unclasp her bra and toss it aside.

  She reaches for me, her hands trying to remove my shirt, and I smirk, catching her wrists. “Not the way this is going to work.”

  Her brow wrinkles in confusion. Grabbing her hips, I lift her higher on the bed until her head and shoulders are cushioned by piles of plush pillows. Then I take one hand and press a kiss to the palm, grabbing one of the scarves.

  “Look all you want, baby. But no touching. I’m the one in control tonight. You surrender to me. Let me take care of you. Can you do that?”

  I watch for any sign of hesitation. But all I see is excitement and lust. “Yes,” she says again, and my smirk returns. This girl. So willing to do anything I want. I fucking love it.

  I tie her up, binding her wrist to the headboard, then repeat the action on the other side. I give the scarves a tug, testing their strength. When I’m satisfied, I look back at her.

  “All you have to say is stop. At any time. Got it?”

  She nods. “Got it.”

  I take a minute to just look at her, my cock going so hard at the vision laid out before me. Shedding my clothes, I take my length in my fist, pumping up and down while she watches, her mouth a perfect round O.

  “You like what you see?”

  She nods. “I want another taste.”

  Fuck. I grip my shaft harder. I want to feel that hot mouth again too. Almost as much as I want to feel her pussy wrapped around me.

  Climbing back on the bed, I peel her jeans down, taking h
er panties with them, and then she’s completely naked. Her pussy glistens with her arousal, and I dip my finger in.

  Cydney wiggles, her hips bucking as I add another finger, sliding in and out of her while I continue to stroke myself with my other hand.

  She gasps in breathy little pants that are so fucking sexy I don’t know what to do with myself. I just want to hear that sound all night long.

  Her eyes go dark, her wrists pulling against the scarves that bind her, and I can tell she loves it. Loves being at my mercy. I continue to pump into her, bringing her higher and higher, then just as she starts to tip over the edge, I withdraw my fingers.

  She grunts in frustration. “What are you doing? I need to cum. So close.”

  I shake my head. “You’ll cum when I tell you to.”

  Her eyes widen in surprise, but she doesn’t argue. Doesn’t resist.

  Perfect. She is totally perfect.

  “How about that taste?” I ask, crawling up over her until I have a knee on either side of her ribcage, my cock bouncing over her tits.

  She licks her lips and nods.

  Fuck, fuck, fuck. Making me crazy.

  I grab her tits, shoving them together, then thrust my cock between them over and over, groaning at the ecstasy of it all. When I look down, her mouth is open, waiting. So I thrust harder, the head of my dick hitting her tongue as I continue to fuck her tits.

  Moaning, hips bucking, she looks up at me. “Please,” she says. “Touch me.”

  I take a hand behind me and stroke it over her pussy while she continues to lap at me. And she’s so close. So wet. So desperate to cum.

  I move my hand away again, teasing her. She pulls at the scarves, frustrated. “I need to touch you,” she pants. “To touch myself.”

  “Why?”

  “I need to cum,” she begs.

  I lean down, my words a whisper against her lips before I claim her mouth in a kiss. “When I’m finally inside you, you’re going to cum harder than you can possibly imagine.”

  More moaning. I smile. She has no idea just how much this delayed gratification will be worth it. I continue to tease her, bringing her close over and over with my hands, my mouth, everything but my cock. I touch her everywhere, loving how she responds to me. As if her entire body is consumed with pleasure that I’m providing.