Rough Erotica

by Lexi Lovelost

  “This is fucking killing me, doc,” he said to Xavier, who nodded sympathetically and led him into the back room. He assisted the man onto the examination table, and pulled up one leg of his jeans, talking to him all the while.

  “Who is this?” asked the man, interrupting the doctor, gesturing to Alicia. “When the hell did you let someone else in here?”

  “Don’t worry,” said Xavier calmly. “She’s my new nurse. She knows how to keep silent. Don’t you, Alicia?”

  “Yes, doctor,” she replied, eyes focused on the wound on the man’s calf. It was a deep, throbbing red and severely swollen.

  “This is infected,” chided Xavier. “I told you to keep it clean and bandaged.”

  “Yeah, well,” said the man, “I ain’t exactly a nurse, now, am I?”

  The doctor clicked his tongue. “You have to take care of it or there’s nothing else I can do for you. You’ll have to go to the emergency room and explain why you have a bullet wound in your leg.”

  “I can’t give them my name, doc, you know that.”

  “So keep it bandaged. Alicia, get me gauze and antiseptic. There are some pills in a blue bottle below that cabinet there.” He pointed to the corner of the room. She hurried over and retrieved the supplies, setting them on a small table next to the doctor. The man winced when Xavier dabbed the antiseptic on the wound before wrapping it up. The doctor handed the man the blue bottle and told him to take it home.

  “Antibiotics,” he said. “Two every four hours. Come back if you need to, but I’ll just have to send you to the ER. Got it? Keep it clean.”

  The man slid off the table, groaning when his leg made contact with the floor. He thanked Xavier before handing him a wad of cash. The doctor locked the door behind him after he limped out, pressing his back to it.

  “Now what just happened?” he asked Alicia.

  “Criminals,” she said. “You treat criminals. People who can’t risk being found out.”

  He grinned. “That’s right,” he said. “Good girl.”

  Those words sent a rush of heat down her body, flowing below her stomach and resting between her hips. Her eyes were on his lips and she licked her own without thinking.

  “So, do you still want the job?” he asked, bringing her back to the moment. She lifted her gaze to his eyes. They were dancing, teasing her.

  “Yes.”

  He paused. “Good.”

  “Our next patient will be here in about a half hour. We have a little bit of time.”

  She gestured for her to follow him into the exam room.

  “Get on the table,” he commanded.

  “I’m—I’m sorry?”

  “Get on the table.” He smiled at her. “I have to make sure you’re fit enough for the job, do I not?”

  Alicia stared at him. It took her a moment to realize that he was serious. He patted the fabric with his hand.

  “Come on, Alicia.”

  She climbed up and sat down, her legs dangling over the edge. A small gasp escaped her when he pressed two fingers over her pulse. He held her eye and grinned, his skin hot on hers, holding on for a full minute before pulling away.

  “Your heart is racing,” he said. “Is that normal?”

  Alicia shook her head, her mouth too dry to speak.

  “Hmm.” He ran his tongue over his lips. “We might have to measure that again a little later.”

  Next he put the stethoscope to her chest and told her to take deep breaths. She knew her breathing was shaky, shallow and a little ragged. The doctor lowered the cold pad just between her breasts. Her eyes were closed, her lips parted. She was squirming on the table, wondering why she was reacting like an adolescent schoolgirl, both ashamed and excited all at once.

  His hand moved to her back and he slowly unzipped her dress all the way down the length of her spine. He held her still with one hand on her waist and pressed the stethoscope against her ribcage, whispering for her to breathe, allowing his fingertips to touch her skin as he pressed his hand against her. Alicia was almost disappointed when he zipped her back up. She was shaking.

  “Open your eyes,” he said, “look at me.”

  She did. His lips were curved in a smirk, his eyes laughing.

  “You did well.”

  “Thank you,” she breathed.

  “You’re more than welcome,” he told her, putting his hands on her hips and lifting her off the table.

  “Want some coffee?”

  ***

  She showed up the next evening in scrubs. He took one look at her and sent her home to change.

  “I don’t understand,” she said, “I’m your nurse.”

  “Go home,” he repeated. “Put on a dress. This isn’t a regular office and I need you to present a certain image.”

  So she did, slipping into a small black thing that hugged her every curve. It was absolutely risqué, definitely inappropriate for a workplace, but Alicia had a feeling that was what he was going for. The thought of it soaked her through her panties. She had spent the entire night and day thinking about him, his touch, his eyes. One shift and she had lost her shit to some chemical attraction.

  His eyes grazed slowly over her body when she returned, finally meeting hers.

  “Good,” he said. “Go get the exam room ready for the next patient.”

  Alicia felt him watching her from the doorway while she worked, covering the table in sanitary paper, arranging his tools next to his workspace. She looked over her shoulder and he grinned at her, his arms crossed.

  “Looks great.”

  She blushed. They waited for the next patient in silence. She poured him a cup of coffee and pressed it into his hands, then took a sip of her own and sat on the counter. When the doorbell rang, she answered it, allowing a tall, copper-skinned woman into the building.

  The woman immediately threw herself into Xavier’s arms, kissing him full on the lips. He wrapped his arms around her and laughed.

  “Hello, Angelique,” he said.

  “Xavier, my love,” the woman was beaming. She turned her attention to Alicia then, raising her eyebrows.

  “Is this your newest toy?”

  He glanced at Alicia and winked at her. “This is my nurse, Alicia.”

  “A nurse,” said Angelique. “She’s pretty.”

  “She’s ravishing,” he said casually, leading the two women into the exam room. Angelique stripped herself completely naked in front of them, sprawling out unabashedly on the table.

  “Any bleeding?” Xavier asked, pressing the stethoscope to the firm curve of the woman’s round belly.

  “None,” she said. “Some cramping and my tits hurt, but that’s about it.”

  “Are you taking vitamins?’

  “Of course. I want my baby to be beautiful,” the woman said, patting her stomach. “Did you get the machine?”

  “I’m afraid not,” he told her. “Sonogram machines are hard to come by.”

  She scoffed and sat up, her eyes settling on Alicia.

  “You ever had a baby, girl?”

  Alicia shook her head.

  “It sucks. Don’t do it.” She lay back down, gazing amorously at Xavier.

  “When are you going to marry me, doctor?”

  He chuckled, but didn’t answer. He told her everything looked good, that she should come back in a week. She got up, got dressed, and walked to Alicia. The woman put a hand to Alicia’s cheek and kissed her on the corner of the mouth.

  “You’re lucky,” she said, laying a pile of money on the counter before leaving.

  “Is that baby--?”

  He laughed. “Mine? No.”

  “Oh,” said Alicia. She didn’t know what else to say. He was studying her from across the room.

  “You can go home for the night,” he told her, after a pause. “If you want.”

  She didn’t want to.

  “Or you can come here.” He patted his lap.

  Alicia stared at him, scraping her bottom lip with her teeth. She co
uldn’t move, couldn’t speak.

  “Would it help if I came to you?” he asked, his voice low and quiet. She nodded and he crossed the room, put one hand on either side of her, pressing her back against the counter. His face was close to hers, his grin just inches away from her mouth.

  “Do you want me to kiss you, princess?”

  He was so close she could feel his breath against her lips. She leaned forward and captured his bottom lip between hers, but he pulled back, smiling.

  “Say please,” he commanded. She could only breathe the word, her voice barely a whisper. He tilted his head down to kiss her then, his mouth open and hot and wanting, his tongue slipping between her lips to tease her own. Her whole body responded, trembling against him, and she wrapped her arms around his neck to pull him closer. She was ravenous for him, starving. He took her by the hips and lifted her onto the counter, slipping his hands along her thighs and underneath her dress, stroking her skin.

  Alicia reached down to fumble with his belt but he grabbed her wrists, pinning them to the counter.

  “I don’t think you’ve earned that, yet.”

  She whimpered against his mouth before he took a step back, rubbing one hand over his smile.

  “If you’re a good girl for rest of the week, I’ll reconsider.”

  ***

  Alicia showed up to the office before Xavier and began preparing the exam room without being asked. She heard his key in the lock and her body heated immediately. Flushed and aroused, she turned around to greet him.

  “Good evening,” he said, taking her in, skimming over her plum-colored dress, her almost completely bare thighs, the curve of her breasts. She smiled, watching him look her over. If he could tease, so could she. She’d bought the dress specifically for that purpose.

  He gave her a nod of approval, running his tongue across his top lip and shooting her a grin.

  The patients came and went. Alicia stayed on top of things, handing Xavier what he needed before being asked, immediately resetting the room once a patient left. She worked quickly, hyperaware of the way he watched her. Occasionally he would give her praise that made her legs weak. His voice was always soft, calm and sensual. The night was busy—agonizingly slow. Alicia was hoping down to her core that he would touch her again, even for just a moment. She had been craving him all day, touching herself when she thought about his lips and his skin against hers. Her need was aggressive and all-consuming.

  Finally, finally, he locked the door for the night. He sat down and patted his lap.

  “Come,” he said. “You’ve been such a good little girl today.”

  She eagerly crossed the room to sit on him, her back pressed against his chest. Xavier reached around her and ran the tips of two fingers over her throat, her collarbone, between her breasts and down past her belly to her hips. Alicia felt his breath on the back of her neck and winced with pleasure when he sunk his teeth into the skin there, biting her hard as he pulled her skirt up and around her hips. He walked two fingers up her thigh.

  “Oh,” whispered Alicia when he brushed his fingers over her pussy through her soaked panties. He was tracing her neck and shoulders with his lips, biting into her earlobe when she turned her cheek against him.

  “So wet,” he said softly into her ear. “You’ve been thinking about this all night.”

  He chuckled when she nodded, tracing her pussy lips with two fingers, occasionally putting pressure over her clit for just a few seconds at a time. She tried to lift her hips against his hand every time he did so, tried to make him touch her more firmly, to relieve some of her desire. He simply wrapped his free arm around her waist to hold her still and teased her even more, rubbing her with more pressure and pulling away every time she began to squirm.

  Finally, he slipped his hand into her panties, cupping her bare mound with his palm. He used one finger to tease the length of her slit, parting her pussy lips, pressing the finger inside of her and pulling it out to spread the moisture in circles around her clit. He began to pleasure her fully, pushing two fingers inside of her and rubbing her clit with his palm, occasionally pulling out to trace firm circles around it. She was breathing hard and ragged, moaning as he bit into her shoulder and planted open-mouth kisses all along her neck. She was so, so close to cumming, her hips bucking against his hand, when he slipped it out of her panties and pulled her skirt back down over her thighs.

  She turned her body sideways and pleaded with him with her eyes, wide and desperate. He only grinned at her and traced her lips with his wet fingers.

  “Suck,” he commanded. And she did, licking them clean, closing her eyes as she tasted herself. He kissed her then, ravaged her mouth with his tongue, hungrily sucking her lips and biting the bottom one until it bled.

  She still had her eyes closed when he pulled away. He gently pushed her from his lap and stood up.

  “Go home, Alicia,” he said, smiling, licking his lips. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

  ***

  He invited her to his house the next night. She was filled with relief and excitement, praying that he’d touch her, that he’d finally fill her up.

  She followed him home, pulling into the driveway of a large Victorian style house. She looked around in awe when she walked in, noting the décor, the expensive-looking furniture, the layout of the place. It looked like something from a movie.

  “You have a beautiful house,” she said, and she meant it. He smiled at her, walking into the kitchen and pouring them each a glass of wine. He handed her one, brushing his fingertips over hers.

  “Thank you.”

  He gestured for her to sit down. They drank, talked about their patients, discussed which ones they liked best. Since she’d started, there’d been two more bullet wounds, one mysterious gouge mark to the abdomen, three simple flu patients and one other pregnant woman. Alicia always wondered what they’d done, why they had to come at night to see a doctor who would always keep his mouth shut. She wished she could ask, but knew it would be improper. It was technically none of her business, so she kept quiet.

  After an hour and two glasses of wine, Alicia was feeling overwhelmed with a giddy desire. She watched him through heavy-lidded eyes, holding his gaze when he looked at her. He grinned and put his glass down, then took hers from her hand and did the same. He climbed on top of her, covered her body with his own, kissed her fervently while grinding his hips into her. She felt his hard cock pressed between her legs and moaned with desire, trying to reach between his thighs to cup her hand around it.

  “No, no,” he chided. He kissed her once more and sat up.

  “Get on your knees.”

  She obeyed, kneeling down in front of him. She would have done anything, absolutely anything he wanted her to in that moment. Xavier unfastened his jeans and pulled them down, revealing a cock so thick and long that Alicia’s eyes went wide with surprise and wonder. He chuckled, pushing her hair back from her face.

  “Look at me,” he told her. She met his eye while lowering her lips to his cock, licking the head of it, swirling her tongue around the rim. He stiffened even further between her lips as she began to suck, watching his face with wide eyes. She could only take half of him down her throat without gagging at first, but with each bob of her head pushed him deeper and deeper. She pressed her tongue firm against the line at the bottom of his cock, wiggling it back and forth, relishing the way his breath caught in his chest as she sucked. Alicia lifted her hand and wrapped it firm around the base, jacking him off while she focused on the tip, toying with it, making him squirm against the couch.

  “Stand up,” he said. “Take off your clothes.”

  She stripped for him, lifting her dress over her head to reveal pert breasts and hardened nipples. She peeled off her panties and stepped out of them. Xavier looked her over, slowly drinking her in.

  “Play with your nipples.”

  Alicia pinched and tugged at them with her fingers, tracing circles around them, moaning and rubbing her thighs tog
ether. Her desire only became more feverish when he wrapped his hand around his cock, pumping it up and down while watching her breasts, her face, her thighs. He bid her get back down on her knees and she did, crouching on the floor in front of him.

  “Alicia,” he said, “You’re going to call me ‘daddy’ from now on. Even in front of the patients.”

  She nodded, lost in lust. She would call him anything he wanted.