by Webster, K
He grips my ass, pulling me closer. “Fine.” His lips tug into a crooked smile that makes my stomach flip. “Now come give me a kiss.”
I grip his shoulders and then straddle his lap, my knees resting on the bed. He’s hard beneath me, like before, and I want to grind against him. With nothing on under the towel, though, I worry about getting his jeans wet from my arousal. He grips my neck in a gentle, yet possessive way, and pulls me closer so our lips touch. His hot tongue slides against the seam of my mouth, begging for entrance. I let out a breath of anticipation, accepting his unspoken request, so I can taste him again. The moment our tongues clash, heat zips down my spine like a lightning strike, zapping me straight in my core. A small moan murmurs through me as I kiss him in a needy way.
Where I kiss like I need his taste to live, he kisses me like he wants to devour every cell in my body. Consume or be consumed. In my case, he consumes me. Decimates me to my soul. Kisses me with a fire that’s catching and cataclysmic.
“Lauren, baby, you’re turning me into a madman,” he growls against my mouth. “And I fucking love it.”
I smile, but then he steals it with a bite to my lip. A claim. A promise. A warning. He’s the leader in our naughty parade. His hand slides to my hair, gripping it tight enough I’m unable to move. He tilts my head back, exposing my neck. Hot breath tickles my still-wet flesh just below my jaw line. His tongue slides out and he licks me. Firm, owning, powerful. Desire tingles through my every nerve ending. My towel has loosened enough that I’m able to grind my pussy along his obvious erection. He lets loose a grunt and nips at my throat.
For being a doctor, he’s awfully feral and dangerous when he loses control. I love it. It makes me wonder if he’d suck me hard enough to leave bruises all over my skin. If he’s the type of man who’d fuck you raw. Something tells me he’d be relentless and dominant in his lovemaking, but will still deliver pleasure. My towel slides down my breasts and pools at my hips.
“Uh-oh,” he rasps, pulling away to admire my breasts. His green eyes flame bright with lust and he licks his lips. “Of course your tits would have to be perfect.”
I laugh, making them jiggle. “You like them?”
“I love them,” he growls, gripping them in his palms. His thumbs caress my nipples in a teasing way, making them firm up into hard peaks.
A thrill shivers through me. With his eyes lifted to mine, he leans down and tongues one of my nipples. I suck in a sharp gasp. Pleasure assaults me where his wet tongue teases me. His eyes leave mine when he covers his mouth over my breast. He kisses my tender flesh like he kisses my mouth. All I can do is moan and rock my hips along his hard cock through his jeans. He sucks on more than just my nipple. His large mouth seems to consume my entire breast. It’s erotic watching him try to devour the whole damn thing. He pops off, leaving my breast soaked and aching. Then, he gives the other one the same attention. All I can do is wriggle my hips, seeking relief from the friction of his massive dick that’s trying to rip through his jeans.
“I want to see all of you,” he whispers before teasing my breast with a playful nip. He draws away from me as his hands grip my towel. A few tugs later and it’s gone.
I’m naked.
Shaking and eager and hot.
Embarrassment should be washing over me right now, but it doesn’t. I feel desired and wanted and craved. It emboldens me to rock my hips. Our eyes fall to my pussy—the way my pink lips part around the girth of his cock. His denim is streaked with my arousal.
“Oh, fuck, Lauren.” His voice is a raspy growl. He slides his palms up my thighs and grips hard enough I wonder if I’ll be bruised.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.”
“You look angry,” I tease.
His eyes, burning with desire, land on mine. “I am anything but angry right now. I’m horny as hell, baby. I want to flip you over on this bed and fuck away your virginity.”
“So do it,” I challenge.
He slides his hands farther up my legs. “I can’t.”
Shock ripples through me, making me stop my movements. “Why not?”
“Because I’m not fucking you tonight.”
I gape at him. “I’m literally ready to be fucked and your dick is hard as stone. Why the hell not?”
He smirks—fucking smirks—at me. Cocky ass doctor.
“I don’t fuck before the first date,” he tells me, his fingers biting into my hips now, urging me to move.
“We just had a date,” I bite out. My hips move under his guidance despite the fury raging inside me.
“No, baby, we had dinner. I’m taking you on a date. You’re going to have fun. And then I’m going to take your virginity in my bed where I can keep you all night.”
Oh.
Well, when he puts it that way.
“But what about right now?” I whine. “I need…” Truth is, I don’t know what I need. Relief. Assurance. Tenderness.
“I know what you need, my beautiful girl,” he rasps as he undoes the button on his jeans. “Take me out and feel me. I may not fuck you tonight, but I’m still going to give you something you need. We can still play.”
“Maybe I don’t want to play games,” I lie.
He smirks. “But my games are fun, Lauren. Now take my dick out and feel how hard you make me.”
Bossy fucker.
Apparently I like to be bossed around, though, because I unzip his jeans and push his boxers down so I can tug out his cock. Thick. Veiny. Long. It’s intimidating as hell. I wonder what it would feel like inside me. Will he make me bleed?
“No fucking,” he reminds me. “If you fuck me, you lose the game.”
A challenge rises up inside me. “Oh, I don’t lose.”
“That’s what I thought,” he says with a grin. “Now do what feels good. Use me, baby.”
His words light a fire inside me. I grip his shaft and jerk it slowly. I’ve given a few hand jobs before. To guys my age. Normal dicks. Daniel’s dick is like the king of dicks. The crème de le crème. Big and powerful.
I want to rub against him.
If I can’t have him in me, I want to feel him on me.
With my eyes locked on his, I scoot forward and continue what I was doing earlier, this time nothing between us. He hisses when my wet pussy slides along his shaft. Smooth and velvety. I groan in pleasure. It feels really good. His hands grip my ass and he urges my movement. Up, up, up until I could almost shift my body and take him inside of me, but then back down, down, down to the root of his cock where his trimmed hairs tickle me. Needing closer, I thread my fingers in his hair and kiss him. With each rub along his shaft, I feel my pleasure building. The constant sliding on my clit is driving me wild.
He lies back, pulling me with him. It’s easier from this position and I take control, moving my hips with a rhythm we both like. Our breaths are ragged and we begin to moan in unison.
“God, you’re so fucking perfect,” he groans, his fingers biting into my ass cheeks and spreading them. This movement parts my pussy even more, making me grind harder on him. I’m slick and easily fuck the outside of his dick.
“I want you inside me,” I whine.
“Here?” he murmurs against my mouth as his finger slides barely into my wet pussy from behind.
“Mmm,” I whimper, undecided if I want to sink farther on his finger or keep rubbing my clit on his cock.
His finger pushes in deep and I gasp. “Let me fuck you with this while you make me come with that.” To emphasize that, he thrusts his hips up, making my clit throb.
Our mouths meet again, this time more frenzied. He fucks me with his finger, deep and hard, in tandem with the way I rub against him. I can almost pretend we’re fucking for real.
“Daniel…” Oh, God, I’m close.
“That’s it, baby, come all over my finger. Or are you a greedy girl who needs two?”
He presses another finger into me, stretching me. It hurts a little, but I like it. I nod and su
ck on his bottom lip.
“Very greedy,” I agree.
He thrusts his hips up, aiding in my effort to reach release. I’m soaked and needy. Another finger squeezes inside me with the other two and it’s officially too much. Yet, he’s much bigger than his three fingers. Maybe I was jumping the gun. I cry out at the sharp pain of him stretching me. The fullness is something I could get used to, though. I’m dying to feel him truly inside me.
“Oh, fuck, baby,” he groans, “I’m…”
His cock twitches below me and cum starts jetting. It’s hot and soaks down his shaft, giving me more lubricant. I rub harder until I’m spiraling with him. Colors prickle at my vision and my body detonates with pleasure. We ride the crazy wave of ecstasy through every spasm on my end and every drop of cum on his.
“You’re going to be the death of me.” He nips at my lip. “Sweet way to go.”
I lift up as he slides his fingers out of me. Wincing, I peek at him under my lashes. My hips are still moving along his wet dick and I can’t help but look down at the mess we’ve made. His clothes that he’s still wearing are soaking wet and his dick is smeared with a little blood mixed in with my creamy trail of arousal.
“You made me bleed,” I state, transfixed by the way it looks on his cock.
“It’s a good thing I’m a doctor.”
Daniel
Goddamn, she’s so fucking pretty.
And young.
Vulnerable and innocent as they come.
I need to get her tucked into bed so I don’t finish what I started and impale her with my cock. A man only has so much restraint. And I told her the truth. I want to take her out before we sleep together. Although, what we just did was as close to fucking as two people can get. Still, I want to show her she’s worth more than an easy lay. I want every part of her, not just her body.
“Let’s get you cleaned up,” I say as I gently move her over to the bed.
She closes her legs and frowns at me. I give her a soft smile before rising and rushing into the bathroom. As soon as I see my reflection, I take pause. My dark hair is wrecked and my lips are red and swollen from kissing. Cum soaks my shirt and jeans. And my dick just flops around like it’s ready for round two. Still mostly hard and soaked with our dirty deed. Stepping up to the sink, I turn the water on and clean myself off the best I can before drying off and zipping that bad boy back up in my jeans.
I need to get a hold of myself before going back in there. Scrubbing my palm down my face, I let out a heavy sigh. God, I can smell her on my hands and it’s so fucking sweet. I grab a rag and wet it with warm water before heading back in her room. She’s right where I left her, her brows furrowed and her fuckable lips pouting out. Her flesh is red and raw anywhere I kissed and sucked. I love the trail of me I’ve left on her.
“Spread your legs,” I command, sitting beside her.
She smirks but obeys.
I lick my lips, admiring her sweet cunt. The shit I want to do to her is deviant as hell. Her blond hair is clipped short, revealing her pink pussy lips and dark pink clit that peeks out between them. She’s red and raw looking from all the rubbing. If I didn’t think it’d lead to more, I’d lick away the redness.
Dabbing at her pussy gently, I murmur, “Take a bath tomorrow and soak.”
“Is this coming from Dr. Dan or boyfriend Daniel?”
“Both,” I grumble. “I want you to heal up some because this time tomorrow, I’m going to fuck you wild.”
“Dirty doctor,” she teases.
I chuckle. “Seriously, though. How do you feel?”
“A little sore…” She chews on her bottom lip. “Why did I bleed?”
I finish cleaning her and then toss the rag. “Because that’s what little virgins do.”
When I stand and cover her with the blanket, she frowns at me. “Where are you going?”
“Home.”
“I want you to stay.”
“If I stay, I’m going to test my already fraying restraint.”
She swallows and nods, but her eyes flash with loneliness. Ahh, fuck.
“How about I stay with you until you fall asleep?” I suggest.
Her eyes light up. “I’d like that.”
I turn off the lights and kick off my shoes before sliding into bed beside her. Wrapping my arm around her, I nuzzle her hair and kiss her neck.
“You ever feel like your world’s been knocked off its axis?” I ask.
She nods. “Yeah. Like now?”
“Yeah, like now.”
“Is it bad?” she asks, her voice small and unsure.
“Not for us,” I murmur. “For us, it feels really good.”
“But?”
“Who says there’s a but?”
“There’s always a but.”
I find her mouth in the dark and kiss it. “Not with us.”
“Where are you taking me on our date tomorrow?”
“It’s a surprise.”
She relaxes, seemingly happy at my words. When she drifts off to sleep, I linger. I kiss her face and inhale her sweet scent. And I wonder what the fuck kind of date will be perfect enough for a girl like her.
Lauren knocked me off my axis all right.
And I’m not looking to fix it either.
I want her. All of her. For us to spin and spin off course until we’re in our own little realm of happiness. Relationships that start out hot, fast, and fiery should last forever, right? I certainly have never felt this way about anyone before. Or is it the quicker they catch fire, the quicker they die out?
Nothing’s dying on my watch.
I’ll stoke her inner flame over and over.
I don’t care if any of this is reckless and fast.
She’s mine.
I’m not letting her go.
“So let me get this straight,” Morris says, groaning as he lifts the bar full of weights up high. “You’re going on a date. You? Dr. I Don’t Do Relationships?”
He sets the bar down and looks at me in confusion.
“Yes, dumbass, and I need unique ideas that don’t involve something messy in the backseat of a sports car.”
He snorts. “Well, there goes 99 percent of my dates.”
“I want to give her something unique. Something perfect.”
“Yeah, okay, stalker. Why don’t you take her to the police station and file a restraining order on yourself?”
“Fuck off,” I grumble. “I’m being serious.”
He sits up and wipes the sweat from his face with a towel. “I can tell. That’s what freaks me out. You’re never serious about anyone.”
No one has ever measured up to Lauren. She’s beautiful and sexy and funny and fiery.
“Right, so you’re looking about three seconds from rushing a jewelry store to buy an engagement ring. Let’s dial back the romantics here for a sec, Romeo. What does she like?”
I think about her Instagram account. She likes food, that’s a given. And sunsets. Books, too.
“I’m going to invite her to Mom’s on Sunday,” I tell him.
“Oh, Jesus,” he groans. “I’ve lost you. You’re head over fucking heels for this woman. What’s her name again? Do I know her?”
“Lauren,” I grit out.
“Lauren as in the hot young blonde from the gym a couple of weeks ago?”
His description of her grates on my nerves. “Yeah.”
“Dude, she’s a fucking teenager.”
“Eighteen,” I growl. “Your point?”
He laughs at me. “I thought you were just into her because she had a nice ass in yoga pants, but I didn’t actually think you were that into her. How did you two meet anyway? Please don’t tell me through your daughter.”
I rub at the tension on the back of my neck. “Don’t talk about her ass or I’ll throttle you. And I met her…” I shoot him a helpless look.
“Don’t fucking say at BCH.”
“She was my patient and—”
“Shhh,” he hisses. �
��Are you trying to get slapped with a lawsuit and lose your license?”
“It’s not like that,” I bark out.
“Man, you’re five seconds from fucking your damn patient and you’re telling me it’s not like that.” He shakes his head. “Me, I expect this of me. I’m a little shit. But you? Mr. Responsible? I just don’t get it. Why her?”
“I don’t know,” I snap, fury burning through me. “I just connected with her and it grows more intense by the day. I want her more than anything I’ve ever wanted in my entire life.”
“She’s eight-fucking-teen,” he reminds me. “I get the whole mid-life crisis shit, hence my badass car, but seriously, man? What could you possibly have in common with a little girl?”
“Your sudden sense of morality today is fucking annoying,” I snap. “Can you stop being me for five seconds and be you? I need advice on a date, not a stern talking to. I’m not breaking it off with her. She’s mine and I can’t let her go. Not now, not ever.”
Morris blinks at me as though I have three heads. “You’re in love with a girl you barely know and who’s barely legal. Is the pussy that good?”
I grab the front of his T-shirt and yank him to me so our noses nearly touch. “Don’t talk about her that way. She’s not some fuck to get my rocks off. She…she deserves more than I could ever give her, but I want to try. Understand, buddy? I want to give her everything.”
He lets out a resigned sigh and I release his shirt.
“Okay,” he grumbles. “So you’re pussywhipped. Not that I’m familiar with this territory, but I am familiar with spoiling women. Tell me what she likes.”
We spend the next fifteen minutes with me explaining Lauren. Feisty, fiery Lauren. I skim over the part where she’s had health scares and get to the parts that define her. Granted, I don’t know tons, but we’ll get there. I give him what I do know. The books. The blog. The food.
“Well, stalker, may I make a suggestion before I give you some date ideas?” he asks, his eyes alight with amusement.
“Sure, asshole.”
“Next time, instead of putting your tongue down her throat, ask more about her. You’re giving me little to work with here.”
“I’m going to learn everything there is to know about her,” I assure him. “Now spill.”
