Royally Screwed: A British Bad Boy Romance

by Jessica Ashe

  “Yeah, sure, love,” I lied.

  As the hangover faded, I remembered just why I had gone back to Hollie last night. It wasn’t just because she was convenient, eager, and willing—although that sure helped. She was also gorgeous.

  Hollie lay there looking up at the ceiling, with the duvet only going up as far as her slim belly. Her young, pert breasts pointed up invitingly as they rose slowly with each breath. Those were my weakness. She’d had those tits on display last night, and I’d been attracted to them like a moth to a flame. A flame that promised a night of burning hot passion.

  Moths were stupid, and so was I.

  The duvet twitched as my morning glory throbbed under the covers. Hollie spotted it immediately, and purred with pleasure.

  “Looks like we should continue where we left off last night,” Hollie said, as she stroked my shaft over the covers.

  We shouldn’t be doing any such thing. I had a meeting with my doctor—her dad—and I probably shouldn’t go there smelling of his daughter.

  But like I said, my cock to tight, wet pussy was like a moth to a… well, you get the idea.

  I wove my fingers into the hair on the back of her head, and then brought her towards me for a firm kiss. Her hot, wet lips clung to mine eagerly, as she remembered why she’d invited me over in the first place.

  I let her enjoy the kiss for a few seconds and then pressed her head down to my cock which was already throbbing in anticipation. Her mouth opened just in time to take my thick shaft between her lips, and deep into her mouth.

  Hollie grabbed the base with her hand as she tried to combine stroking my cock with delicately sucking on the tip as if it might break. I’d had better head. Usually at this point, I’d give up, bend her over, and take her from behind, but I was feeling surprisingly patient today.

  I’d always liked the idea of being a teacher. I might as well take this opportunity to improve her for the next unlucky guy.

  “Get on your knees in front of me,” I demanded. “That way you can press your tongue against the bottom of my cock.”

  Hollie obliged and got down on her knees at the foot of the bed, as I moved to the edge. The doctor’s daughter had been too prim and proper for sucking cock. Until now.

  “No hands,” I ordered.

  She moved her hand away from my shaft and tried to let her mouth do all the work. She made it about halfway down my shaft before her gag reflex kicked in. That just wouldn’t do.

  I placed my hand on the back of her head to get a few more inches deep inside her warm, wet mouth, holding it there for a few seconds before letting her come up for air. Hollie inhaled deeply, but went straight back down on my cock. This time she took most of me into her without any effort from me.

  “Harder. Suck it harder,” I commanded.

  Hollie stopped trying to be polite and sucked harder, but it still wasn’t great. The best ones were where the women didn’t see it as a chore. Most of them relished the opportunity to get their lips around a cock like mine, and saw it as a challenge.

  Screwing hundreds of different women had its drawbacks. Out of my large sample size, I’d experienced women capable of bringing no end of pleasure. Those experiences had given me high standards. When you knew what pleasure a woman’s mouth could bring, an average sucker like Hollie failed to keep me interested.

  Fortunately, I knew another way I could have my fun with her.

  I pulled her mouth away from my cock and lifted her up onto the bed before climbing on top of her. By the time I tore open a foil wrapper with my teeth, she’d spread her legs invitingly to let me see the prize between them.

  Her hairless sex glistened with wetness as she waited for me to make her complete. Personally, I preferred a little basic styling as opposed to the completely hairless look, but what the hell, I could get down with anything.

  Hollie reached down between her legs and parted her lips, revealing her entrance and begging me to take her. My cock throbbed as I examined her tight wetness. She murmured and pleaded with me to hurry up and take her.

  I rarely paid any attention to a woman’s demands unless they corresponded with my own.

  This was one of those times.

  I lined my cock up with her entrance, and pushed forward, squeezing my large member inside her tight, wet sex. She was drenched, but all the natural lube in the world didn’t make it any easy to take a cock the size of mine.

  She groaned loudly—half in pleasure, half in pain—as my length stretched her open. We’d fucked before, but her body hadn’t adapted to my size yet. She was still tight, and she struggled to take me inside her.

  The deep moan that escaped her lips when I was deep inside her told me the little bit of pain she’d experienced had been more than worth it.

  My balls slapped against her ass each time I thrust my dick into her slick folds, expelling the air from her lungs in little gasps.

  Her body started quivering and convulsing immediately, while her eyelids fluttered and her nails dug into my back. I winced as she dug into wounds from my last fight that hadn’t yet healed, but I kept pounding her tight slit as her breathing quickened with the oncoming orgasm.

  “I’m coming,” she moaned, stating the fucking obvious. The muscles in her snatch clenched onto my cock so hard they could have pulled the condom off.

  She only needed a few more hard thrusts now. Her face glowed red, and her body shone with the familiar glow of sweat that women always had before I sent them over the edge.

  Every woman was different. Some needed me to eat them first. Some took a long time, or liked to go in certain positions. The end result was always the same. When I fucked a woman, they came. Hard. Always had done. It was a natural gift of mine; like fighting.

  “Keep going, baby,” she whined. “Keep going.”

  Did she think I was going to stop?

  Her moaning turned into screaming, and that got louder with each thrust. I knew exactly when she’d come. Three more thrusts.

  One.

  “Oh God.”

  Two.

  “I’m coming. Oh God, I’m coming.”

  Three.

  She screamed and surrendered her body to me completely. There were words mixed between the screams, but I couldn’t make out what she was saying. I didn’t much care.

  Her sex clenched my cock tightly and pulsed while she came. I nearly finished there and then, but I wanted to watch her come first. I enjoyed seeing the chemical reaction spread through the body, as she became weak and helpless underneath me.

  “Your turn,” Hollie said with a smile, once her muscles had stopped shaking. “Come inside me, baby.”

  I grabbed her wrists and pinned them above her head as I slammed into her, before spraying my hot load into the thin silicone condom.

  The physical reaction was the same as every other orgasm I’d ever had, but mentally, it had been anything but satisfying. I just didn’t enjoy repeat performances. There was excitement in the new. A different woman, with different breasts, a different wet pussy, different techniques. Once I’d experienced one night with a woman, there was little else to discover about them.

  I tied the condom up and threw it in the bin before lying down on the bed to rest. I hadn’t exactly expended a lot of energy, but it was a force of habit. And a big mistake.

  Hollie immediately snuggled up to me and started lightly running her fingers across my chest, fingering the contours of my muscles.

  “You’re amazing,” she whispered contently.

  I didn’t know if she was referring to the sex, my body, or both. I didn’t care.

  A knock at the front door came as more of a relief than annoyance.

  “Ignore them,” Hollie moaned from the bed. “I want you all to myself.”

  Last time this had happened, the person at the front door had been another woman and Hollie hadn’t been too pleased. Served me right for trying to plan a pleasant surprise. Some women just didn’t appreciate a good threesome.

  I ch
ucked on some underwear and a pair of jeans, and walked topless to the door. I wasn’t expecting anyone, but then it wasn’t unheard of for women to show up horny and unannounced.

  My guest wasn’t a woman. It was a very angry looking man. A man who happened to be in charge of my physical well-being. You never wanted to see your doctor angry, especially not when part of his job involved cupping your balls for medical exams.

  Clifford was part of my staff, but house calls weren’t usually his thing. “Clifford, what are you doing here?”

  “Where is she?” he yelled angrily. “I know she’s here.”

  Oh shit. He was here for his daughter.

  “I don’t know what you’re talking about?” I lied.

  “I told you, no screwing my daughter. That was my only condition when I took this job.”

  “Look, she’s a big girl,” I said. “Well, not literally, but you know what I mean. She can do what she wants.”

  Clifford pushed past and started looking around my apartment as if he were going to find her under the sofa like some loose change.

  “Hollie, get out here,” he yelled.

  Hollie appeared sheepishly from the bedroom. She’d dressed, but it couldn’t have been much more obvious what we’d been doing if she’d had a used condom tangled up in her hair.

  “Daddy, please don’t yell,” she pleaded.

  “What did I tell you?” he yelled back. “Don’t get involved with him. Do you have any idea how many women he fucks while he’s away for fights?”

  She didn’t have a clue. Neither did I to be honest. One a night usually, unless I was feeling greedy or celebrating a victory, in which case it would be… well, more than one.

  “But I love him, Daddy.”

  Oh, for fuck’s sake.

  “Oh, Jesus Christ,” Clifford muttered under his breath. He turned to face me. “This is why I asked you to stay away.”

  “I’m starting to wish I’d listened to you,” I admitted.

  “Hollie, get your stuff. I’m taking you home. Elliot, in case it’s not blindingly obvious, I quit. I can’t be your doctor any longer.”

  “You can’t quit now. I need a medical before the next fight. If you don’t sign me off, I won’t be able to get in the cage.”

  “I’m not doing it.”

  “Don’t you have a duty of care, or some shit like that?”

  “Do you really want me probing around inside you after…”

  “After I probed around inside your daughter? Yeah, probably not.”

  “Just go to the hospital. They’ll do all the checks you need if you pay them.”

  Clifford dragged Hollie out while she moaned about how her and I were meant to be together and that Clifford wouldn’t be able to get in the way of true love.

  That was a lucky escape. Sure, I’d lost my team doctor and physio, but at least I hadn’t gotten too deep with that crazy chick.

  I only needed a basic medical. There were thousands of doctors who could do that job, but the tricky bit would be finding a doctor to join the staff full-time. Clifford had only done it as an early retirement thing.

  Where would I get a doctor like him? One prepared to take a pay cut, stay away from his family, and look after an MMA fighter.

  One thing at a time.

  First things first. I needed a doctor.

  Chapter Two

  Alison

  “Any chance of a sponge bath, nurse?”

  “I’m not a nurse, I’m a doctor,” I replied tersely.

  Just because I have tits, doesn’t mean I don’t have medical degree. Jackass.

  “Whatever,” Fred replied. “All I know is that I’ve been here for about eight hours now and I’m in need of some refreshment.”

  “You have a minor concussion. You’re quite capable of washing yourself.”

  On second thought, that might not be true. Fred was only in his forties, but he had stains all over his shirt, and I could smell his breath from five feet away. Tobacco, mixed with a dash of spicy food, perhaps curry, and coffee. It made for a potent combination.

  Who said being a doctor wasn’t glamorous?

  “Seems like it’s more fun for you to wash me. You know what they say—the customer’s always right.”

  “You’re not a customer; you’re a patient,” I replied.

  “Nope,” Fred replied stubbornly. “I’m a paying customer, with insurance and everything.”

  “Mr. Edmundson,” I said exhaustedly, “your insurance company canceled your coverage months ago for failure to pay. We check these things. That’s partly why you went to the back of the line.”

  “So you won’t give me a sponge bath?” Fred asked, with an optimistic glint still in his eye.

  I sighed and rubbed the bridge of my nose. This had been a long shift. “If you want, you can go outside and I’ll have a nurse spray you with a hose. How does that sound?”

  Fred actually considered it. “Which nurse?”

  “Jack,” I yelled out, knowing he was just outside the door.

  “How can I help doctor?” Jack asked, as his large six foot two inch frame strolled into the room.

  “Fred would like a wash.”

  “You know,” Fred said, looking up at Jack, “I think I’ll just wait till I get home.”

  Jack smiled and left the room as I pulled out a small light from my pocket and slowly stepped forward into the bubble of stench surrounding Fred.

  “Look up,” I ordered.

  A nurse had already looked him over and deemed his case non-urgent, but it was remarkable how often cases were considered non-urgent when the patient didn’t have insurance.

  Other doctors had avoided his case like the plague—which admittedly he did smell like—and that meant it was down to me to spend time with the patient who would no doubt never pay his bill.

  Fred had been initially diagnosed with a mild concussion, but eight hours, and some painkillers, later he was still complaining of headaches.

  I told him to follow the light with his eyes, as I moved it from side-to-side. His peripheral vision was poor, which, combined with the headaches, was enough to have me worried.

  “Are the headaches constant, or do they come and go?” I asked.

  “Come and go.”

  “Sharp pain, or dull?”

  “Dull.”

  He might be a bit of a dick and smell worse than many of the bodies in the morgue, but he wasn’t lying.

  I’d seen my fair share of people in here who just wanted treatment for the sake of it, but they would always exaggerate their injuries with tales of unbearable pain and trauma. That wasn’t the case here.

  “I’m going to recommend you get a CAT scan,” I said, making an annotation on the file.

  “CAT scan?” the man asked nervously. “That sounds serious.”

  “Don’t worry. They don’t hurt.”

  “But if they discover something, then that could be serious?”

  “I’m sure you’re fine,” I replied. “It’s just a precaution. If we don’t do the scan, and there is something wrong, then the situation will be a lot more serious.”

  “Okay. I really would have preferred the sponge bath,” he joked, and forced out out laugh.

  “Tell you what, go for the scan, and I’ll see what I can do.”

  “You’ll give me a sponge bath?”

  “No, but I might hold the hose.”

  I smiled reassuringly, and walked out of the room to book a scan. Once again, Fred would have to sit at the back of the line, but he’d get one eventually.

  “Doctor Harvey,” a male voice called out behind me. Doctor Oxford. Just what I needed right now.

  I turned and forced a smile, much like Fred had just done when I’d told him about the CAT scan. “Yes, Doctor Oxford. How can I help?”

  “How’s the drunk with the headache? Are you discharging him?”

  “No, I’m going to order a scan.”

  “He’s uninsured, isn’t he?”

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��Yes,” I replied, daring him to make an issue of it. Doctor Oxford had thirty years more experience than me, but he’d also lost a number of malpractice lawsuits. He was only still practicing because his wife sat on the hospital board.

  “We can’t do a scan when he’s drunk.”

  “I don’t think he’s drunk. He fell over, but I don’t smell any alcohol on him. I’ll run a blood test if you like.”

  “Don’t bother. Send him home and tell him to come back in a couple of days if he’s still in pain.”

  “Can’t we at least keep him in overnight?”

  “No, we need the bed space for someone else.”

  A patient with insurance no doubt.

  “I really think—”

  “It doesn’t matter what you think, Miss Harvey,” he interrupted. “I’ve made the decision. Sign him out.”

  He’d never refer to a male doctor as “mister.” Sexist pig. He didn’t take my medical opinions seriously. Never had. I should have stuck up for myself more, but if I did that I’d be labeled as ‘argumentative,’ ‘bossy,’ or just a ‘bitch.’ A guy would be called ‘confident,’ ‘determined,’ or ‘intelligent.’

  A few years ago, when I’d first told Mom that I’d been accepted onto a residency program, she’d congratulated me and then commented on how I should be able to find ‘a nice handsome doctor,’ to marry.

  What little she knew.

  The men here were all arrogant douchebags, and became more so with each passing day. Women fawned over them hopelessly, as if they were all George Clooney lookalikes. It soon went to their heads.

  No, sorry Mom, but there was no way I’d ever meet my dream man in a hospital.

  No chance at all.

  Chapter Three

  Alison

  I’d stepped out of line, and now I was being punished.

  Junior doctors were not supposed to question the decisions of doctors with thirty years’ experience. After arguing with Doctor Oxford, I’d taken Fred’s case to another doctor for a consult, but got quickly shot down.

  Now I found myself doing routine medical checks for patients who were insured up to the eyeballs, because at least that way they knew I wouldn’t make a scene. My predilection for being overly cautious was an advantage in this case. More treatments equaled more money for the hospital. Everybody won.