Sucker for the Boss

by Blue Sky Books

  I tried tugging at his hair in an attempt to get him to hurry, but that only earned me a sharp smack on my thigh that drew a soft moan from me. “Behave …” he growled against my neck. “Or I’ll fuck you so hard the whole office will hear.”

  That didn’t exactly make me want to behave. When I started to squirm against him, the doctor quickly took my wrists in one of his large hands before wrenching my shirt upward until it covered my face and secured my arms. Only my mouth was left free, and that, he swiftly kissed before I could utter a single protest.

  Then, his free hand tugged the straps of my bra down my shoulders before working the fabric down to my waist. The moment my breasts were exposed to the cool air of the office, I shuddered, my thighs clenching. My nipples tightened into taut beads, and the next thing I knew, searing, hungry heat enveloped one of them.

  I stifled a cry as the sensation shot downward to pool between my legs, increasing the ache there tenfold.

  Brendan’s mouth fastened onto my nipple, his tongue circling the tender flesh slowly before he began sucking and biting at it. I jerked, attempting to escape the grip he had on me and failing, and in retribution, he bit sharply at my aureole, drawing a soft cry from me.

  “Quiet.” His command was low and firm – the briefest of reprieves before he latched onto my breast again.

  He proceeded to drive me halfway out of my mind.

  There was utterly no escape. I was held prisoner by his grip on my wrists and the shirt blinding me – and the doctor took full advantage of my predicament. His tongue slid over the sensitive underside of my breast before his teeth scraped over my nipple once more, making me whimper. If I thought he meant to pay me any amount of mercy, I was disappointed when he only moved to its twin.

  He tortured me with his mouth and tongue until I was mewling softly, willing to do any and everything he required if I could just touch him.

  After what seemed like an eternity, he finally drew my shirt the rest of the way over my head and released my arms.

  For a brief moment, I was almost self-conscious. After all, I was bare from the waist up before a man I’d lusted after for almost as long as I’d been a college student. However, when I realized how intent he was – when I registered the blazing heat in his eyes and remembered the erection straining the front of his slacks, I forgot all my inhibitions.

  And it was a good thing too.

  “Come here, Raven.” The doctor beckoned me to the edge of the table as his hands went to his fly – and I don’t think I’ve ever assumed the position so fast in my entire life. I slid from the table and to my knees before the doctor, staring up at him with rapt attention as he undid his belt and zipper.

  After years of dreaming what the man’s cock would look like in person, I was gratified to be as impressed as I’d imagined.

  He was long, thick and beautifully swollen. The tip of his erection rubbed tantalizingly over my lips, and he didn’t have to say a word to induce me to take it into my mouth. I immediately swallowed it whole, and the choked groan that escaped him made my inner muscles contract in anticipation.

  He tasted musky … salty and sweet at the same time – and utterly intoxicating. A low moan escaped me, vibrating up the length of his flesh so he cursed softly before his fingers tangled in the mass of curls at the base of my skull. “Fuck yes, Raven …” His hips jerked incrementally against his mouth as he worked himself into my throat. “Just like that.”

  I didn’t have to be told twice.

  My hands curling into the fabric of his slacks at his hips, I sucked on him powerfully, shifting on my knees to alleviate some of the pressure between my legs. Eagerly, I explored the length of him with my tongue, every subtle shudder and low sound that escaped him driving me insane with lust.

  I wanted to taste every part of him – to lick him all the way down to his toes.

  But he wasn’t having that.

  Before I’d even found my stride, the good doctor used his taut hold on my ponytail to draw me from his cock with a soft pop. I whined softly in protest – even as Brendan jerked me to my feet to turn me and bend me over the examination table. “That’s quite enough of that,” he growled deeply before taking hold of the waistband of my yoga pants and jerking them– along with my underwear, down my legs.

  I inhaled sharply as my lower half was bared to his gaze. I was wet enough that the cool air of the room seemed even more pronounced against the damp fold between my legs, and I shivered slightly.

  Brendan’s breath turned suddenly ragged, and the next thing I knew, his hands were kneading the taut flesh of my thighs. “Gorgeous …” he murmured lowly, his voice colored with both lust and admiration.

  I bit my lip, wiggling my behind in invitation as I offered myself to him. I was all but ready to beg him to take me. But when the man next touched me, it wasn’t with his cock, but rather, his mouth.

  Brendan sank to his knees behind me, his tongue sliding between my lower lips hungrily, and I remembered just in time to muffle my shriek of pleasure against the back of my hand. My legs went weak and I gasped as Brendan shoved my legs apart, guiding one knee back onto the table. The gesture left me spread wide and vulnerable to his ravenous appetite.

  Needless to say, I found it harder and harder to keep quiet with each passing moment. Brendan lapped at me, his tongue sliding over my entrance up to circle my clit over and over. Unlike every other man I’d ever been with – all of whom acted like going down on me was a chore they’d prefer to skip – the doctor held my hips in place as he groaned obscenely against my lower folds. Laying his mouth flush against my aching flesh, he suckled on my clit until my toes curled painfully and I was slamming my hand against the leather top of the examination table respectively in an attempt to bite back my screams.

  The coil of what promised to be an explosive orgasm wound tighter and tighter in my lower belly. I writhed and whimpered, unable to decide if I wanted to buck back against the glorious talent of his mouth or escape the onslaught of his tongue. Little did I know: I wouldn’t have much longer to contemplate the decision.

  In a swift motion, Brendan slid two thick, searching fingers into my slick passage as his tongue flicked rapidly against the swollen bundle of nerves between my legs. When said fingers crooked upward to find a spot I thought only I was familiar with, I came apart with a hoarse cry.

  My orgasm crashed over me with the force of a tsunami, wracking my entire body in powerful shudders as it coursed through every nerve ending I had. If the doctor hadn’t been holding me, I might have ended up on the floor. Instead, I merely clung to the edge of the table that supported me, my breath coming in short gasps as I tried to gather my wits.

  “God …”I moaned softly, almost deliriously, as my inner muscles continued to spasm. “Fucking God …”

  “God can’t help you know, Raven.”

  In a trice, I found myself turned over to face the green-eyed man once more, even as he lifted me easily to lay me back against the leather-topped table. As I watched, he licked his lips with relish before drawing a thumb over his full mouth and sucking his fingers clean as well. “Are you ready for me?”

  If I’d had more energy, I might have nodded eagerly. Instead, the lackadaisical haze of my last orgasm allowed me only to spread my legs in invitation. Taking my thighs in a firm grip, Brendan dragged me to the edge of the table so his erection laid heavy and absolutely breathtaking against my belly. He took hold of the magnificent organ, stroking it a few times for good measure as I watched, before sliding the heated tip over my aching folds. His expression was almost teasing, that talented mouth of his turned up in the smirk of a cat who’d caught a very willing canary.

  And that I couldn’t take.

  Raising onto my elbows, I reached forward to brace myself against the edge of the table and arch my hips upward so I took the first several inches of him into me. Brendan’s breath immediately hissed from him through clenched teeth, and he cursed deeply before slamming home with a force that left m
e reeling. He drew back, adjusting his angle slightly, before thrusting back into me. Our position pressed my back flush against the edge of the table so his cock slid impossibly deep, and a short quickly stifled scream escaped me.

  “Quiet!” he demanded roughly, beginning a pounding rhythm that made the small metal table squeak softly with every sharp movement. “Do you want everyone to know, Raven? Do you want them to see me fucking you senseless? What a naughty girl you are.” Reaching up, I pressed one hand against the wall, gasping as I clawed at his hip with the other.

  God, he was huge. Huge, hot, hard and relentless. My head fell back as I felt my pussy welcoming him, clenching around every heated penetration until I was almost dizzy with the sensation.

  This was no back-of-the-car fumbling. No lazy makeout session in the dark or half-hearted attempt at lovemaking. Doctor Brendan Tabor was verily determined to do what all the others had failed miserably at. I was going to see God.

  At the very least, I was going to come so hard I would lose my senses completely.

  Though I tried to remain as quiet as I could, I couldn’t help the low, desperate, mewling sounds of pleasure that escaped me as he plowed me. Harder …deeper… God, I needed it just like that … All at once, Brendan reached between us to find the slippery bead of my clit, his thumb stroking over it brusquely, over and over.

  I choked, my back arching powerfully from the examination table as another orgasm slammed into me with the force of a ton loader. I had no idea what curses, praises, or anything otherwise that escaped me. I only knew that I came so hard that I blacked out for the barest of moments, my entire body still trembling as my hungry pussy milked Brendan spasmodically.

  When I came back down to earth, the doctor’s efficient rhythm had dissolved into ragged jerks of his hips that sent little thrills of pleasure through me – even in my exhausted state. I watched, transfixed, as his free hand closed around one of my breasts and he thrust one, two, three more times between my legs before a ragged, muffled groan escaped him.

  His release gushed hotly against my womb, and I gasped at the sensation, somehow still clutching the man for dear life.

  A few long minutes passed before either of us spoke. Brendan sighed from where he’d fallen forward against my neck, placing a surprisingly tender kiss there before he straightened to look down at me. As primly as if we’d just done nothing more than a few tests, he tucked himself back into his slacks before reaching down to hand me my discarded yoga pants.

  I flushed slightly, suddenly extremely self-conscious, and turned away to search for my shirt.

  Jesus, I’d just fucked my café guy. A campus doctor. Could I get in trouble for this? No doubt I could …

  “Raven.” Brendan’s low, sexy tenor, garnered my attention as I turned back to see him straightening the frames of his glasses. He reached for a pad to scribble down a few notes on it before tearing the paper off and extending it to me. “This is a prescription for an IUD. If you hurry down to gynecology, they can place it today. It’s effective immediately.”

  For a moment, I just stared at the prescription, unsure of what to think. Part of me wanted to panic that I’d just had unprotected sex without any form of birth control, but if what he’d said was true, I was safe … for the moment. Reaching out tentatively, I took it from him. “Thanks … I …” What the hell was I supposed to say? I could barely think straight? The man had fucked me so thoroughly that I wasn’t even sure I could walk. “Thank you, Doctor.”

  “After you’re all settled with your birth control …” The doctor considered me, his gaze sweeping over my half-clad form with lingering interest. “I’d love to have you in for another appointment. Just to check that everything’s on the up and up, of course.”

  My eyes widened. Another … appointment?

  My smile was slow and secretive, and I pulled on my shirt in a smooth motion before brushing a few loose curls back into place.

  How often, I wondered, was it possible to see a campus doctor? Because I had a lot of stress to relieve … and chocolate chip scones were only going to get me so far.

  Mr. Jackson The Teacher[bc5]

  April looked around and searched for a reasonable guy to hit on. A slightly drunk one would work too. She studied every potential face until her gaze stopped at a freckle-faced blond[bc6] man of average height. He was almost her age and was already hitting on a waitress. He could be it. He appeared like just the person she needed. Before she could study him anymore, someone stood beside her and blocked her view.

  “Can you please step out of my way? I’m ogling a guy there,” she said in as slurry voice as she could manage. Sounding drunk made her a little less nervous. She could let people think that she was drunk and it was alcohol speaking. It may appear less humiliating. She was out on a hunt at a bar far, far away from campus. A guy hunt, and she had a big mission to accomplish tonight.

  “Pardon?” a sharp male voice hit her ears, coming from the same source she had just asked to move away. “I asked you to move out of my way. You are kind of blocking my view,” she said, taking a large sip from her Jack and Coke through a straw. Yeah, straw.

  “My honest apologies.” The black jeans and shirt moved away from her front. “Thanks,” she muttered and sucked another sip of the fizzy liquid. The blond man she was looking at before was nowhere to be seen now. “Damn. I missed him.” He probably had escaped to the nearest stairwell with that waitress.

  “I’m sorry.” The same voice as earlier came from her right and she turned. That black jeans and shirt guy was sitting next to her. She looked up to see his face. Damn, he was hot. He had blue eyes and dark thickest lashes she had ever seen. His brows were arched like a bow and his nose slightly elevated from the middle, making him imperfectly perfect. A beauty without a flaw is not beauty, right? He was beauty. His dark hair covered his neck under a baseball cap that he was sporting, and his lips were stretched into a panty-wetting smile, giving her a glimpse of sparkling white teeth.

  “I don’t mind ogling either.” His mouth moved, and April looked away. He was way out of her league. “You are not the type I’m looking for.” She took another hasty drink. She was looking for an under-perfect man for tonight, not a Michelangelo. And for a very important task: getting rid of her V-Card. She shuddered at the thought and took another sip. The less she thought about it, the better it would be. She needed to use her brain less tonight.

  “Ouch, that hurt my little ego.” The gorgeous man beside her covered his cheek in a mock hurt expression and she giggled. Giggled? Seriously April? “Do you mind if I resume my task? I am on a mission right now,” she said to him and tapped her empty glass on the bar to get the bartender’s attention. “By all means. I didn’t intend to intrude.” He gestured her to continue.

  “I’m Nick, by the way.” He took a gulp from his amber liquid, beer probably. “Nice to meet you, Nick. Even if you let my potential prey run away.” She rolled her eyes and he, Nick gave out a loud laugh. Okay, he just wasn’t looks. He had an awe-inspiring laugh too. April sighed as she felt stupid blasts happening inside her.

  “Is there anything I can do for compensation?” he offered, and it was just on her tip of tongue to ask him to take her to the nearest closet and take that damn virginity from her. But then her big brain intervened, and she caught her tongue.

  “You can help me find another.” She shrugged and he gave her a deep, piercing look that made her squirm on the stool. “Alright. Shoot your type.” He got comfortable in his place and it only signified his build. He was built to the point of perfection.

  “He has to be nothing like you,” April said, taking his appearance in.

  “Should I be offended?”

  “Take it as a compliment. I’m looking for someone under perfect.” She looked away from him and he gave out a chuckle. “I am anything but perfect, sweetheart. But since you don’t like my face, let’s get you a man, unlike me.”

  She had to be the stupidest woman in the whole wide worl
d. A mouth-watering handsome man was sitting beside her and she was looking for someone else. Someone hit some sense into her, please.

  April was twenty-four and had just arrived in New Jersey at Princeton. Her first semester for the graduate program in Art and Archeology was beginning from Monday. But before stepping into the new phase of her life, she wanted to – no, she needed to get rid of that big elephant that stood before her face every time she tried to get into a relationship. Her virginity. Now that she was in a new place, around new people, she wanted to make a new identity for herself. A new April who wasn’t shy and reserved. So, for a new start, she needed to put an end to old stories. She had to get laid tonight. That’s why she had chosen a bar far away from her college so that she wouldn’t be running into her first lover ever again.

  “Do you go by a name? Or I just have to keep guessing?” Nick asked her. She thought of giving a fake name. “April. My name is April.” Truth was easy. Nick gazed at her and then grinned. “Suits you.” Damn, his smile would be her undoing.

  “Are you just going to sit and grin or do some work? I’m a bit on the desperate side here.” She rolled her eyes, earning another chuckle from him. They sat together and Nick pointed out various guys for her to consider. She approved of none.

  “How about that tall guy with brown hair. He seems quite your type.”

  “Too lanky.” She wrinkled her nose.

  “Let’s see. What do you think of that Roman nose boy, sitting next to that brunette?” April followed his gaze. “Ugh! He is bald, Nick! Can you at least be a little considerate?”

  “He isn’t bald. I can see a couple of hairs.” She glared at him, but then they both laughed. “Alright, I’ll be decent now.” Nick cleared his throat and sat straight, sobering his expression. She stared at him. He was a master creation of nature.