Page 75 of Rescuing Dr. Marian
Within moments, I was naked and pressed up against the shower wall with a mountain of hard muscles against my back and his lips back on my neck. Foster’s hand pulled lazily on my wet cock with a soapy slickness that was more promise than satisfaction.
“Not enough,” I begged, reaching my hand down to clasp his. “Just do it already.”
He batted my hand away before grabbing it and placing it back on the wall. “Hold still.”
I leaned my ass back into his own hard cock, feeling the slight brush of his pubic hair against the tender skin of my ass.The idea of him back there, cock pressing against my ass, made my stomach flip. Nerves or excitement? Hard to tell, but at this point, I was turned on enough to try anything with Foster, as long as it would get me off.
“Touch me,” I begged, pressing back into him again before trying to thrust into his fist.
“Can’t decide if you want my hand or my dick, Dr. Marian,” he teased. The brush of his lips behind my ear prickled my skin and set all the tiny hairs on my arm standing at attention.
“Whatever it takes,” I said on a gasp as he moved his free hand to my ass and brushed a finger between my cheeks.
His low grunt, half acknowledgment and half pleasure, went straight to my cock just before his finger skimmed the rim of my hole.
“Oh fuck,” I breathed. “Please.”
Foster released my dick, pressed a large hand between my shoulders to bend me forward, and dropped to the floor of the tiny shower. Before I knew what he was doing, a warm, wet tongue began teasing my rim. I sucked in a breath and nearly choked on shower water.
I’d never felt anything like it. The intimacy, the vulnerability, the sheer pleasure of knowing this big, commanding man was on his knees for me, serving at the feet of my pleasure.
My face pressed against the molded plastic wall as I whimpered and begged, needing more, wanting him to stay there like that for hours, just so I could know what it was like to feel this new sensation.
His hands held my ass cheeks as his mouth devoured my ass. Once my sluggish brain finally got its shit together, Ireached down to stroke my cock. It didn’t take long before I cried out my release, the broken sound deafening in the tiny space.
My knees were jelly as Foster stood and wrapped an arm around my front, pulling me back into his chest and pressing a musky kiss to my cheek. “You like that?” he asked on a low laugh.
“Fuck.”
His hard dick rocked gently against my ass cheek. I reached back to stroke it before suddenly wanting to make him feel even a fraction of how good he’d made me feel.
I turned in his arms and sank to my knees, surprising him.
Up till now, we’d mostly jerked each other or frotted until we came, like a pair of teenagers. The time we’d had together had come in snatched moments after a long, exhausting day when neither of us wanted to take the time to do more than share a quick release. I was also pretty sure Foster had been holding back, like he was worried about overwhelming me.
But then Foster had sucked me off for the first time the other day, and now I couldn’t stop fantasizing about reciprocating, imagining myself taking his big cock into my mouth and watching his eyes as he came apart.
“You going to kiss and make it better, Doc?” he asked, eyes bright and the edge of his lip curled up.
I rubbed my cheek against his thick, ruddy shaft, reveling in the sight and scent of him. The hair at the base of his cock sparkled with water droplets from the angled light over the vanity shining through the glass door.
“Want to make you feel good.” I ran my tongue along theshaft, from root to tip, imagining all the times I’d received the same kind of treatment, never in a million years imagining I’d be the one on my knees doing the same thing to another man.
I’d never felt so powerful and undone all at once. Knowing I was pulling those sounds from him, that I was the one making his fingers tighten in my hair and his quad muscles bunch.
I pulled his tip into my mouth and suckled it, toying with him but also exploring the feel of him on my tongue, testing the way certain moves made him react.
“Ah Jesusfuck, Tommy. Just like that. So good.”
I wanted to be good. Wanted to make him happy, make him feel a fraction of what he made me feel. I wanted to drive him to his knees with pleasure. And, yes, maybe there was a small part of me who wanted to show him what he’d miss when he walked away from me.
That thought was enough to spur me on, to double down on dragging my tongue along his shaft, sucking his balls into my mouth, and taking him as deep as I could, even when it caused me to gag.
The noise of my gagging echoed around us, but I didn’t let it stop me, especially when it seemed to make his dick even harder and his balls draw up.
“Coming, Tom. Fuck. Coming.Fuck!”
The salt hit my taste buds as the sting of his grip in my hair made my eyes smart. I realized belatedly he’d been trying to pull me off of him before his release hit.
