Dr. O’s Baby

by Valentine, Layla

  “Only my friends,” I answered, unable to come up with an artful dodge at that moment. “But feel free to change that.”

  He licked his lip and bit it with a grin, making butterflies rush through my body. “You’re absolutely beautiful,” he said. His voice was like warm honey over me, and a small moan of utter contentment rippled from my throat. “Beautiful and intelligent and fascinating,” he continued, punctuating his words with little kisses down my throat. “Absolutely enticing.”

  No response arose naturally in me, and I didn’t grope around for one. Somehow, removing any expectations of him had also removed all expectations from myself; now, for the first time, I didn’t bother trying to meet a lover tit for tat and simply let myself be. It compounded my relaxation tenfold. I was putty in his talented hands.

  I kicked my shoes off and moved back on the bed, pulling him up with me. He followed, his eyes burning into mine, big and dark as black holes but filled with the heat of ten suns. My breath shuddered out of me as he lay beside me on the bed, his hands beginning to roam once more.

  Cradling the hollow of my neck as he kissed me, his other hand slowly slid across my chest. Touching here, kneading there, trailing his fingers over my skin he awakened my nerves in ways that nobody else ever had. I was burning beneath my clothes, feeling as if I would explode in a million directions at any moment if I didn’t move, if I didn’t free myself from their constraints.

  I broke our kiss and stilled his hands, meeting his eyes with a powerful gaze of my own. Power; it was a new, intoxicating feeling. He was utterly in tune with me, letting me call the shots while still maintaining his dominance. It was an incredible balancing act, and it drove me wild.

  Slowly, tantalizingly, I pulled my T-shirt up over my head. Tossing it to the floor, I silently invited him to look upon my body.

  He eagerly accepted. His eyes absorbed me the same way they had absorbed my apartment, enraptured in a way that made me feel like an absolute goddess. He reached out a hand, tracing my collarbone with his fingers, letting the heat from his palm tempt my soft, newly bared skin.

  Arching against him, I made the first contact, cupping my breast into his palm with a shaky gasp. He made a noise halfway between a groan and a chuckle, then kissed me again as he used his hands on my bra and waist, igniting my skin with his touch. He seemed so patient; I wanted to see just how patient he could be.

  Could I tease him for hours and hours without him ever becoming pushy? I knew that I couldn’t tease myself that long; I would cave quickly, and I knew it. But what about him? Still fully dressed, still just as invested in his slow, steady attention to my body; how long could he last without getting insistent? Maybe it was wicked of me to put him to the test; maybe it was necessary for my own comfort to do so.

  As I lay debating with myself, his mouth began to move, and not in a direction I would have anticipated. Kneeling on the bed beside me, he brought my fingers to his lips and kissed them, one after the other. Hot chills skittered over my body as he made his way down to my palm, and I melted once more.

  I never knew how sensitive my wrist could be. His tongue, lips, and teeth soon showed me how thin the skin was there, just over my thundering pulse. Steadily, ever steady, he moved his hands down my arm, following them with his lips. He stood my nerves at attention while my muscles turned to jelly.

  I could feel the heat radiating from his core as he pressed his body to mine, his lips to my throat; still, he made no move to remove either my clothes or his. Pressing the heel of his hand to my zipper, heat concentrated deep in my pelvis, shattering my concentration. I cried out, arching against his hand, aching for him.

  It was clear to me now that Nick’s patience would long outlast my own. Coming to life on a wave of desire, I pulled him down on top of me, tangling my fingers in his hair and wrapping my legs around him. Still thinking, still analyzing, still in control; he had been absolutely right. I would never reach a climax this way, not with this noise in my head. But as his hands swept down to my hips, grasping them as I rocked against the hardness in his pants, the words began to fade from my stream of consciousness, replaced by a thundering pulse of desire.

  A slight, sexy grin touched his face as he broke away. Meeting my eyes in a sultry glance, he began kissing my body once more; the swell of my breast, the hollow of my ribs, over my slender belly, down to the top of my hips. His tongue traced the waistband of my jeans as a rush of hot breath swept through and beneath the fabric, driving me mad. Moaning, I arched against him, and he responded by moving away.

  I whimpered, but was soon assuaged; his hands cupped my bare feet, molding them, touching the sensitive places with a firm grasp which sent electricity coursing up my legs. He kissed me from my ankles to the frayed bottoms of my shorts, stirring up my blood, making my legs hot and heavy. My body was on fire with his touch, and my shorts felt unnaturally constricting.

  Hands shaking, I unbuttoned, unzipped, and slid out of the denim prison. Nothing lay between us now but a thin sheen of fine silk, and his own clothes. I tugged at his shirt with desperation shining in my eyes, and he responded instantly, pulling it over his head in a single fluid motion.

  Bared before me, he was glorious. Muscular, shimmering, glistening in the moonlight; I looked, and I thirsted.

  “It’s all yours,” he whispered huskily. “For tonight, everything you see is yours.”

  Mine. I pushed him back on the bed. Free to explore, I lost myself in his body; the curve of his throat, the hard but supple muscles of his chest, the ripple of his abs. His breath quickened as I kissed his body, his muscles tightening and unwinding as I found every spot of potential pleasure across his torso. The slight dusting of hair which emblazoned his chest trailed on down his belly, and I followed it with kisses.

  His excitement was clear through his jeans, so clear that for a moment I was almost afraid; who could wield such a thing without causing pain? But if anybody had that skill, it was Nick. He moaned softly as I grazed my nails along his waistband, and my body responded in kind when his sex jumped and pulsed under my hand, through his jeans.

  “I want more,” I whispered, my voice shaking. “I want all of you.”

  “Your wish is my command, darlin’.”

  A sighing moan was all I had to respond with. I expected him to virtually jump out of his remaining clothes and seal the deal; but when he stood and slowly unbuttoned his pants, I remembered to forget my expectations. Inch by inch he slid out of his clothes, revealing a body worthy of the gods themselves. Sharp hips cut an arrow down to the impressive bulge within his soft boxer briefs, making my mouth water.

  He was powerfully athletic from head to toe, and I took a long moment to appreciate his masculine beauty before reaching for his hand to pull him back onto the bed. Kissing him, I pushed him onto his back once more. I had exploring of my own to do.

  Closing my eyes, I tentatively touched his feet, his ankles. The chemistry between us ignited the air between his skin and my palms, and I swept my hands up his legs as if staking my claim. He gasped, groaning as I reached the tender skin on the inside of his thighs; I grinned with a new, heady rush of power.

  Mine for the night. His gracious offering gave me confidence like I had never felt before in the bedroom; ownership of the situation, the pacing, even the emotion. I was in full control, and it was absolutely intoxicating. I wanted to make him squirm, wanted to make him need my body as much as I needed his touch.

  So I trailed my fingers over his shorts, tracing the outline of his hard, pulsing member. His breath caught in his throat as I touched him, soft as a butterfly. Walking and sliding my hands from waist to collarbone to knees and back, I had him moaning and rippling on the bed, as helpless as I had been only moments before.

  “Touch me,” I said.

  There was a barely contained fierceness in his eyes which almost startled me, a desperate need which made me want to laugh and moan all at once. Instead, I met his fiery lips with equal need, and our bodies crushed t
ogether as irresistibly as magnets as we knelt in the center of my bed. His hands were in my hair, sliding down my back, pulling me close at the waist, cupping my ass; his tongue was now tangled with mine, now touching my throat, now between my lips.

  My body rocked in response without conscious thought, without any guidance from my internal stage director. I was all instinct now, consumed with lust and fire, thirsty for his body, aching for his touch.

  I fell back and he followed, never breaking the embrace, coming to rest between my hips. Hard and hot he pressed against my swollen sex, barred from entry by thin cotton and thinner silk.

  It didn’t stop him. In a thrusting, rippling dance he mimicked what was to come, grinding against my aching center until I was dripping for him. Hot from head to toe, I flung my bra to the far corner of the room, begging him to take my breasts with his mouth with nothing but body language. He didn’t disappoint me. Tongue and lips, palm and thumb, he welcomed the pair to the party.

  I was so sensitive by now that this attention was almost more than I could bear. As he ravaged my breasts, I rocked against him, feeling hotter and harder, but softer and wetter than I had ever felt before; something had changed, and I loved it. He was positioned just perfectly, and I was using him recklessly.

  Wave after wave of pleasure rocketed through my core, exploding between my thighs. Losing all control I ground against him, crying out in little gasping sobs of pleasure as he made love to my breasts, as he let me slide against his steely erection. Blood thundered in my ears, louder and louder; then my heart seemed to stop for an instant. I quivered on the cusp of something glorious, breathless, voiceless, frozen at the threshold of ecstasy.

  He pressed his cock against me. A single pulse.

  The universe exploded inside of me. My feet went numb, my legs quaked, my belly flipped upside down, and all was fire. A cascade of unspeakable pleasure crashed through me, pulsing over and over again, shattering my reality. The heat which had built and faded and built and faded within me a million times seemed to return all at once, releasing like a geyser after a thaw. Decades of frustration exploded and dissolved, leaving only a golden, molten bliss.

  My first orgasm, after years of frustration, only made me want more. Wriggling out of my panties I tugged at Nick’s underwear with my thighs, and he didn’t hesitate to please me. He was naked in moments, mere inches from me. I looked and moaned. He was bigger than anyone I had ever known, and I needed him. Impatiently, I wrapped my legs around him, guiding him inside with a twist of my hips.

  I was sure that he would break me, and I had been willing to accept that as my fate; but though he stretched me to my limits, he didn’t break me. Slowly, gently, he moved inside of me. I could feel his need coiled tight in his thighs, in his hips; could feel his steely control building in his shoulders, forcing his hands into fists. I knew he wanted to drill into me, to take me with wild abandon; I also knew that he wouldn’t, not without a sign from me.

  Knowing that I had his whole, glorious body under my control was intoxicating. The power alone made my blood run hot, feeling his tight hold over his desires, feeling the power of those desires, it all spun my head. Confident, I locked my legs around his, keeping him in place; he was mine for the night, after all, to use as I saw fit. Arching my back, I pressed my aching clit against his rock-hard abs, holding my body still for an endless moment.

  He was panting, shaking, gazing into my eyes. His lips trembled as if he would beg, but he never did. He didn’t have to. The second I knew that he wouldn’t fight me for control, I released mine. Sliding over his huge, hard cock, I let myself go, driving with my body, shutting off my mind.

  He met my every glide with an equal thrust until we were utterly synchronized, lust on powerful lust. It swirled through me, making me tingle all over, building in my center like a great tidal wave.

  “Harder,” I said gasping.

  He didn’t have to be told twice. Thrusting into me up to the hilt, he hit a place I didn’t even know existed. The sensation instantly triggered a release up my spine, knocking my head back as white-hot pleasure radiated across my hips and down my thighs. My whole body tensed and released again and again with the power of my climax, and his groans in my ear only heightened my pleasure.

  With an animal groan he rose, kneeling, lifting my ankles and tucking them, together, on one shoulder as my hips twisted around him. Gazing down at me, his eyes filled with emotion, he kissed my ankles and calves, stroking my thighs as he began to move inside of me once more.

  A scream broke from me as Nick brought me to new heights of ecstasy, his name rocketing around my room in passionate echoes, punctuated by his groans. I could feel his control breaking down, felt his thighs begin to shake against mine. As if a switch had flipped, his rhythm changed, quickened, pounded out a beat as old as time. His groans turned to shouts, the sounds stoking the heat in my core.

  A dizzy bliss swirled over me from the top of my head and the tips of my toes, crashing between my hips. Our screams wove together as one in passionate harmony as every pulse of my climax was matched with one of his own; as he filled me up, a shock of electricity bolted through my spine, exploding in sparks at the base of my skull.

  Sleep followed the electricity like a warm blanket, utterly irresistible. As he collapsed beside me, I was already drifting away, sucked into the black by a relaxation deeper than the ocean, floating on a bliss higher than the sky.

  Chapter 9

  Carmen

  I could still smell him on me when consciousness graced me with its presence once more. I basked in the afterglow with my eyes still closed, not wanting to face reality just yet; for as long as I floated in the in-between, I wouldn’t have to wake up in an empty bed.

  A moment later, however, my eyes flew open in surprise. Nick’s voice rumbled beside me in a morning groan, my sheets shifting as he stretched beneath them. A slow smile spread across my face as I realized that my dream wasn’t over just yet.

  “Good morning,” I murmured, rolling over to nestle my head in his shoulder.

  “Morning, gorgeous,” he said, tousling my hair.

  Warm hope rose with a flutter in my chest. He wasn’t the kind to stay the night with a client, was he? If he had just been trying to get me to sample his services—which, to be fair, were more than worth paying for—wouldn’t he have left after I’d fallen asleep? Maybe he was more open to a real relationship than he had insinuated the night before.

  “Nick,” I said hesitantly. “Do you think—”

  He interrupted me with a kiss, which I accepted as an answer to my unfinished question for the moment. Yes, I told myself, there is potential here. My hopes and dreams shook off the ice and snow of disappointment, warmed back to life under the rays of his affection. Still naked from the night before, I twined myself around him, pulling him close, feeling the hard roughness of his body against the soft smoothness of my own.

  He rose against my belly, hard and ready. I knew his body better now, as he knew mine; like two old friends they greeted each other. His hand on the small of my back, his other cupping the curve of my neck, he brought my spine awake. My nails teased the back of his thighs, scraped softly over his butt, tickled the little dimple at his tailbone. He moaned into my mouth and pressed hard against me, more demanding now than he had been the night before.

  I didn’t mind at all. The knowledge that I was still in control sat warm in my gut, centering me, allowing me to release my analytical mind and just feel for a while. What feelings there were! He was swift and sure in his seduction, almost psychic in his anticipation of my needs.

  As he curled his fingers inside of me, I arched back, bringing his face to my breast. Playing me like an instrument, he took me higher and higher until my body buzzed and ached with the need to release. My moans had become animal howls echoing off of the walls, and as he drove the heel of his hand against me, cupping me in his palm, I exploded.

  Intensity burned in my eyes and reflected in his as I pushed
him back onto the bed, straddling him without even stopping for breath. Kissing his mouth, his face, his neck, I pulled him inside of me, reveling in the feel of him. He was more than I had ever had before, and it took me a moment to find my balance and my pace; but as soon as he growled lustily in my ear, I hit my stride.

  He met my gliding, bouncing dance with one of his own, tossing me like a boat on the raging sea. Crashing over and over again on waves of passion, I felt the heat of his need building between my thighs. Gasping, gripping my hips, grinding into me he moaned. His mounting pleasure stoked my own fire, and I crested once more into an earth-shattering, mind-blowing orgasm.

  As mine finished, his began. Tender and pulsing, I met his climax with another of my own, and together we tumbled through the deep space of ecstasy. Sated and slick, I dropped to his chest, feeling his heart thunder along in time with mine.

  We lay vibrating together for I don’t know how long, basking in the afterglow. It wasn’t until the bed became uncomfortably warm in the summer sunlight that we finally rolled apart, still dreamy, still luxuriously relaxed.

  No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t help but feel like this was going somewhere. We were so compatible, in and out of bed—and the way he was looking at me—he couldn’t look at all of his clients like that, could he? I couldn’t shake the feeling that he was as into me as I was into him, but I needed to know for sure.

  “Got any big plans for today?” I asked innocently.

  “Same thing, different day,” he said with a lazy grin. “Bar opens at three, got a client at midnight. Living the dream.” He winked at me, still open and relaxed. No change of posture or expression when he talked about his client? I didn’t know how to interpret that, but I didn’t want to press too hard.

  “That does sound like fun,” I said casually. “New client?”

  “Nah, I’ve seen her a few times. She’s pretty wealthy and likes to play.”