Page 5 of Doc

“Watchwhere you’re pushing that thing!” Enzo bitches as we roll him into the house.

“Sorry,” James says. “I guard Doc for a living, not this shit.”

“Maybe because you make a terrible orderly!” Enzo snaps back.

We finally get him to the sitting room I had transformed into a medical room, and transferred onto the bed.

“Sleep. I’ll tell you our plans tomorrow.”

Enzo closes his eyes, grumbling a little. “That doesn’t make me feel safe.”

I laugh and watch him until his breathing evens out.

Kail places a hand on my shoulder. “Go to bed, I’ll watch over him.”

“You need sleep, too,” I point out.

“And I will, but you’ve been busting your ass off for two days. Go, I’ve got this.”

James grabs my hand. “Come on, he’s right. You need sleep. Kail will be fine.”

I don’t protest because I know they’re right, there’s an exhaustion that’s seeped deep in my bones.

I allow James to lead me upstairs and straight through to my ensuite. He undresses me and gently shoves me into the shower. I barely feel the hot water as it slides over my body, only James’s hands on me keeps me grounded.

Every touch makes me feel human once more, and I cling to him, using him as the lifeline I desperately need after days of being ‘on’, and having to be in charge of situations far outside my control.

The towel he uses to dry me is soft, but the way he wipes me down is rough, and the way he strokes my cock has my breath hitching.

“What do you need, Ash?” he asks, using the name only he’s allowed to call me.

“You,” I answer simply.

James takes my hand and leads me to the bed, laying me down and kissing me from head to toe.

Letting out a cry, I sink my fingers into the bedcovers, arching under him as he sucks my half-hard cock into his mouth.Slowly, carefully, far more gently than I would prefer, he brings me to full hardness, one hand playing with my balls while the other presses insistently against my hole.

Spreading my legs, I raise my hips, encouraging him to explore. He chuckles around my cock, but gives me what I want as he presses a dry finger into me. The bite of pain from being fingerfucked without lubricant has sparks shooting down my spine, and my orgasm builds lazily.

My moans get deeper and longer, and James pulls off, leaving me empty and wanting. “Fuck you,” I whine.

He laughs. “I think I’m going to be the one fuckingyou, my dear.”

Moving up the bed, I lay against the pillows and watch as he lubes up his cock. James spreads my legs further apart before bringing his cock to my waiting hole. Without preamble, he presses in. The minimal prep didn’t do anything to prepare me for his cock, and I cry out as he stretches me open.

Raking my fingers down his back, I try to encourage him to fuck me deeper, to move faster, but he keeps the rhythm slow and almost sweet, ignoring my begging and the nails that bite into his skin.

“Please.” I blink up at him, meeting light brown eyes that are full of lust and comfort. “Fuck me.”

James grins. “I am, dear. Just hang on for the ride.”

A hard thrust of his hips and his perfect cock hits my prostate, making me arch into him as another moan escapes my throat.

Over and over again, he fucks into me, keeping his pace slow but adding a bit more force than before. The orgasm building in me is slow, and I tighten my legs around his waist, holding on as it sweeps over me.

“You going to come for me, Ash?” he asks, breathless. “Are you going to paint yourself with your cum and let me watch?”

“Fuck…” Another hard thrust against my prostate, a few strokes of his hand over my dick, and it’s all over.

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