Doctor's Virgin (Innocence Book 3)

by Roxeanne Rolling

  I laugh and Mia looks surprised that I’m laughing.

  “Why are you laughing?”

  “It’s just that I can guess where this is going. She warned you that I’m bad news or something like that?”

  “Eh, sort of,” says Mia. “She said you’d pump and dump me.”

  That makes me laugh even harder. “Sorry,” I say. “I shouldn’t be laughing. But, hey, I’ve got nothing to apologize for. Sure, I’ve slept with a lot of the nurses at the hospital, but I’m open about it, and they all know that it’s just for a good time. I’m always upfront about that. I never made any promises that I couldn’t keep. And if they feel upset about it, that’s on their end.”

  “Oh,” says Mia, looking down into her glass of water that she’s shifting around on the table, making the surface of the water ripple slightly.

  “Look, Mia,” I say. “It’s too early to say where this is heading between you and me. But so far… well, all I know is that you’re different from all those nurses, from all the women I’ve dated or slept with.”

  “You mean that?”

  “Yeah, now I’m not saying we’re going to get married…”

  Mia laughs.

  She’s smiling now. I’ve managed to break the ice.

  The truth is that I’m telling the truth. Just not the complete truth. I mean, I don’t want to upset her. Have I ever made promises I couldn’t keep? No, I never have. But at certain times perhaps I’ve let things be implied where they shouldn’t be, with the nurses. I don’t know which nurse Mia ran into, or how they got talking about me. In fact, there’s no way to know which nurse it was. There are simply too many of them, and I’ve fucked practically all of them.

  “You feel any better now?” I say.

  “Yeah,” says Mia, smiling at me.

  “Great, let’s order.”

  I motion for the waiter to come over.

  “I’ll have the red curry,” says Mia.

  “Excellent choice.”

  “The same for me,” I say.

  “Another beer, sir?”

  “I’m good,” I say, eyeing my beer.

  I’ve never been a big drinker. I’ll have two at the most, and usually just one on alternating days. I’m too into weight lifting and working to let drinking get in the way of either of those things. And I’ve known too many doctors who succumb to the siren’s call of drinking due to extreme stress in the hospital. Me? I have my own ways of dealing with stress. Getting laid, weights, motorcycles, a whole host of things that keep the stress at bay.

  I haven’t had a steady girlfriend in a long, long time. The idea is strange to me. But Mia… I could see the two of us living together in my house, fucking all hours of the day and night… It sure would kill the stress, coming home to a woman like that, with a body like that. Fuck, I need to get into her pussy. I don’t even know if I can wait until after dinner. I would just take her into the bathroom, but she’s a virgin after all, and I’m not going to be the guy that takes her virginity in the bathroom of a Thai restaurant. That’s a little too crude, even for a guy like me. But damn if my cock isn’t telling me to just go ahead and do it.

  The food arrives, and Mia and I fall into easy conversation, laughing quite a bit. Once she relaxes, she’s really funny, much funnier than any of the women I’ve slept with recently. And there’s just something about her, as if her body is giving off a sort of glow that reaches across the table to me and tugs me closer and closer to her.

  “It’s really fun to talk to you,” says Mia. “I never would have thought a doctor could be so funny, before I met you that is.”

  “I never thought a patient could be so funny,” I say.

  The waiter takes the plates away.

  “So what’s going on with you and the hospital?” says Mia. “I got into an argument about my dad reporting you.”

  I shrug. “I can understand why he did it,” I say. “He’s just worried about his daughter.”

  “Yeah, but he shouldn’t have done it. I told him you could get into serious trouble.”

  “I’ve been in serious trouble with the administration since I started working there,” I say. “I can deal with a little heat.”

  I don’t want to tell her that this time it’s actually a lot worse, that this time other people are involved, people much higher up the food chain than my former nemesis, Johnson.

  “Hey,” I say. “This is getting me down. Let’s head back to my place, OK?”

  “OK,” says Mia, her eyes as big as saucers, as if she’s drinking me all in.

  “Let’s go,” I say, getting up from the table and helping to pull her chair back.

  I throw some money down for the bill, take Mia’s hand, and walk with her through the restaurant. It feels like all eyes are on the two of us, and I can’t blame them. Mia’s a catch, and I look like I know it.

  “It’s a little chilly,” says Mia, and sure enough, when I look down her nipples are rock hard in her shirt.

  I chuckle to myself a little as I put my arm around her.

  This is going to be incredible. My cock’s already growing stiff again.

  We’re standing outside the restaurant, my arm around her, holding her tight against me, just admiring the city night.

  “It looks pretty, doesn’t it?” says Mia.

  I nod my head. “Yeah,” I say. “Sometimes the city really can be beautiful. It’s just that you’ve got to know where to look sometimes.”

  Suddenly, there’s the sound of screeching tires.

  “What’s that?” says Mia.

  “Some nut job,” I say. “Driving too fast.”

  Of course, I’ve been that nut job myself a few times, especially when I’m on my motorcycle.

  A car pulls up right in front of us, screeching to a halt. The suspension moves as the car buckles from braking so hard.

  It’s a minivan, and partially up on the curb.

  Who the hell drives a minivan like that?

  “Oh my God,” says Mia, suddenly seeming to cringe all over, and covering her hand with her face. “It’s my dad.”

  Chapter 13

  Mia

  “Mia, get in the car!” shouts my dad, rolling down the passenger’s side window.

  “Dad, what the hell are you doing here?” I whisper frantically and angrily, approaching the family minivan, hoping against hope that no one’s going to notice. I’ve always dreaded public spectacles.

  “He’s not the guy for you,” says my dad, red in the face, and seeming to grow angrier by the second. “He’s a trouble maker.”

  “I thought he was your friend.”

  “He is, but that doesn’t mean I can’t protect my daughter from him.”

  “Hey, John,” says Liam, walking up casually to the car.

  “Liam,” says my dad, clearly angry. But he’s at least keeping his voice down. “I don’t want you seeing my daughter. You’ve already put her life in danger, and I know your reputation with women.”

  Liam just grins at my dad.

  “We’re old friends,” says Liam. “But listen to me. You’re daughter’s a grown woman. She’s able to leave the house now, and she couldn’t do that before. As far as I’m concerned, she should see whoever she wants. And that happens to be me.”

  “A lack of respect,” mutters my dad, his fury not fading.

  “It’s not a lack of respect to you,” says Liam. “In fact, what you’re doing is disrespectful.”

  Liam doesn’t raise his voice in the slightest, but he speaks with calm conviction. He knows that he doesn’t have to raise his voice because he’s right, and not only does he know he’s right, but he wants my dad to know too.

  “Go home, Dad,” I say. “I’m fine. You don’t need to worry about me.”

  My dad mutters to himself, puts the car in gear, and drives off. Fortunately, he doesn’t speed away or squeal the tires. He just drives off slowly and normally, but still very, very mad.

  “Sorry about that,” I say, horribly embarras
sed.

  “It’s not your fault,” says Liam. “And he’s just worried about you.”

  “But it’s clear I’m not going to have another attack.”

  “I think he’s more worried about me,” he says.

  “Should I be worried about you?” I say it half as a joke and half as a serious question.

  “Maybe,” he says, playing it off like a joke. “Maybe you should.”

  The sexual tension between us is back. I can feel it between us, practically sparking.

  My body wants him, and I want him. He touches me again, gently, brushing my shoulder. He puts his arm around me again and leads me to his car.

  I have the feeling it’s going to be a long night.

  “Thanks,” I say. “Thanks for standing up to him.”

  Liam laughs. “I don’t think about it that way,” he says. “I’m not doing what’s right. Plus, I’m not going to let him to take you away from me tonight. I’ve been looking forward to this for too long.”

  I see his eyes drifting down my body, catching every curve and devouring me with just his gaze.

  “Just so you know,” I say, awkwardly as hell. “I’m ready… I’m not going to run away like the other night, and it’s not because… What I’m trying to say is that I want to do it… I just got nervous the other night.”

  “Don’t worry,” says Liam. “We’ll go slow.”

  “I’m not sure I want to go slow,” I say.

  The drive back to Liam’s house seems to go by in a single minute, although in reality it’s probably a twenty minute drive or more.

  Liam doesn’t take his strong hand off my thigh and he slowly works it up my bare leg underneath my skirt until he’s touching me and massaging me. I’ve never had a guy touch me here before. It’s… incredible.

  He doesn’t finger me, but he rubs my clit with his knuckle or something. I don’t know exactly what he’s doing, but it’s got me completely breathless, panting, my nipples rock hard, my breasts rising and falling with my chest as I breathe in and out intensely.

  By the end of the driving, I feel like I’ve almost had an orgasm already. It’s an intense feeling that seems to bubble up through my entire body, it’s something indescribable. It’s incredible having his strong hand working on me, a hand other than my own, a hand that belongs to the hottest man on the planet, at least in my opinion, certainly the hottest man I’ve ever met.

  “Let’s go right up to your room,” I say, breathless.

  “It’s a deal,” growls Liam.

  He comes over to my side of the car after parking, and, before I can get out of the low sports car seats, he simply reaches down and pulls me out of the car, carrying me easily against his strong chest.

  He leans down and kisses me, a deep, passionate kiss. I have to crane my neck to reach his mouth, which is hot and intense like a blazing fire.

  His eyes shine as he looks at me, a deepness to them that is indescribable, something profound.

  “You sure you’re ready?” growls Liam, not taking his eyes off mine.

  I nod. “Yeah,” I say. “Now let’s go up to your bedroom. I need your cock.”

  Liam chuckles deeply.

  He somehow unlocks the front doors while still carrying me.

  For a second, I wonder what the neighbors are going to think, seeing Liam carrying a woman into his house like this, and then I remember that they’re probably already used to it. But, hey, what do I really care if he’s been with a bunch of women before me, right? I mean, at least I know for sure that he’s “certified.” He knows what he’s doing, and he’s got the skills that my body might require.

  What a weird and mechanical way to think about it. But that’s where my mind goes sometimes. Who knows why, and at this point I don’t care. After all, I’m as wet as I’ve ever been. I’m intensely craving him, Liam, his whole body. And I want to feel him on top of me, pressing down on me. I want to feel his cock against me and inside of me. I don’t want him to be my first—I need him to be my first. It’s a need that’s more intense than any need I’ve ever felt before. I’ve never needed anything as badly as right now.

  We don’t actually make it up to the bedroom.

  We get as far as the couch in the living room before we start kissing intensely, while Liam still holds me. Slowly, the two of us fall gently onto the couch which we’re right next to.

  My body falls and sinks into the plush cushions, and Liam falls onto me slowly, both of us sinking down as his mouth smashes into mine, his hands all over me. One hand is up my skirt, pulling my panties down savagely. For a second, I worry that they’re going to rip but he pulls them down to my ankles, and the next thing I know he’s pulling my skirt up.

  He doesn’t bother to take it off. He just needs access.

  Liam’s head is between my legs, his stubble bristling against my thighs.

  I seize his head and pull him harder into me. His tongue runs across me, slowly and deliberately, with a lot of pressure. It’s incredible. I gasp with the sensation.

  Instinctively, I put my hand down there, reaching for my clit. I touch it for a second and it seems to erupt in pleasure. But Liam pushes my hand away, and a second later I know why. He attacks my clit with his tongue, using small, forceful motions.

  The sensation is a thousand times more powerful than when I use my own finger to rub myself. Liam seems to know my body better than I do.

  His fingers are inside me. He puts one in first, slowly, followed by another, and he finger fucks me as he gives me head. He pauses occasionally to suck, hard and with plenty of pressure.

  My body is writhing and Liam holds my sides with his strong hands. Meanwhile, I grab his head again and try to pull him even harder into me.

  “I’m going to come,” I cry out.

  Liam just goes harder than ever, harder and faster.

  Oh fuck. It’s coming.

  The most powerful orgasm of my life so far.

  Fuck, fuck.

  My body suddenly feels light, and as if an electrical current is coursing through me. My vision is going dim at the periphery. I’m panting like I just ran a half marathon, and crying out—what I’m saying I’m not even sure.

  Finally, it’s over, and I’m left with the most intense afterglow.

  Liam finally emerges from between my legs and he smiles at me.

  “Fuck…” I say.

  “Like it?” growls Liam.

  I nod my exhausted head.

  “I’m not done with you yet,” growls Liam.

  I suddenly realize that I’m only partially undressed, my skirt pulled up over my torso. Liam’s still wearing all his clothes.

  He stands up and pulls off his shirt, unbuttoning the top buttons and simply pulling it over his head. His abs are incredible. His muscles are defined and bulging. He looks like he could be on the cover of some magazine. It’s hard to believe he’s a doctor, but I guess he does know the human body, as he’s just proved.

  Liam picks me up again, pulling my body easily off the couch. My head is against his naked chest.

  “What are you going to do to me?” I say, my voice faint and far away sounding. I feel a little lightheaded from the intensity of the orgasm.

  “To my bedroom to fuck you,” growls Liam.

  “I like that,” I say. “That’s what I want. I want you to fuck me, Liam.”

  Liam grins savagely at me. He bounded up the stairs, and now we’re in his bedroom.

  We’re falling onto the plush mattress, sinking into it. My hands are at Liam’s waist, undoing his belt buckle, trying to unzip his pants, but I’m too excited, and I can’t get it open all the way.

  Liam helps me undo it, and in a flash, his pants are off.

  He pulls my t-shirt off over my head, my breasts in my bra popping out. And Liam goes right to them, unhooking my bra in a second and starting to suck on my nipples. He cups the underside of my breasts with his hands. Now it’s my skirt, pulling it all the way off.

  Everything is off. We�
��re completely naked, and Liam is above me and on top of me. I can feel his cock between my legs, sandwiched between my naked thighs. The skin on skin contact feels perfect, refreshing. I feel light and sexy.

  I don’t feel how I thought I was going to feel when this moment came. It does feel momentous for me, but it doesn’t get confusing—what I mean is that I don’t find myself getting lost in it. No, instead, I’m able to enjoy the moment thoroughly. I’m actually present, rather than thinking about how I’m going to remember this. Or thinking about how big a deal this is.

  Liam’s cock is raging hard, like a piece of warm steel piping between my legs, waiting to enter me.

  He takes a condom from somewhere nearby and rips open the wrapper, and I watch as he unrolls it onto his massive cock.

  For some reason, I start giggling as he kisses my neck. But it feels fucking good.

  “I want your cock,” I say, still giggling slightly, probably because I’m nervous.

  “Good,” growls Liam.

  He pushes it forward, thrusting his hips. The head of his cock presses against me, but it doesn’t go inside.

  I take a deep breath, the giggles stopping instantly.

  His cock enters me, slowly, just the head of it at first.

  “Oh fuck,” I cry out.

  As it enters me slowly, the whole cock inching its way inside, Liam doesn’t take his eyes off me.

  It hurts, but it’s a good kind of hurt, mixed with pleasure.

  I’m intensely aware of every inch of his cock and the way it feels inside me. And I’m intensely aware of Liam’s body pressed against mine, the way his skin feels against mine.

  Soon, Liam’s cock is all the way inside me and he starts pumping slowly, drawing his shaft in and out of me.

  I reach down and start massaging my clit, which adds another level to the experience.

  Liam continues slowly and rhythmically, and the pain starts to fade until it’s nothing more than something in the background, a vague distraction from the intense pleasure that washes through me, gushing up from my pussy through the rest of me, making my body feel light and perfect.

  “Fuck me harder,” I breathe out.

  “That’s what I like to here,” growls Liam.