Page 20 of Dirty Doctor
A shiver works down my spine, and I twist away from him. Climbing onto the bed, I lie on my back, looking up at the ceiling.
Please, God, let this be worth it.
“Langley.”
Luke’s voice brings me out of my stupor, and I look over at him. He cocks his head and runs a hand down his stomach to his pants, where he proceeds to rub the large bulge there.
Holy gods.
My underwear is wet now, and my chest is heaving. How did I not know how much I wanted this?
Walking closer, he comes to stand next to me. “Show me,” he commands.
I can still back out. I can climb out of this bed and run away, screaming and crying, and we could salvage our relationship somehow. But then I think about what he said, about going back to hating each other. Even if all of this implodes, it can’t get worse than how it was before. My eyes find Luke’s, and he gives me a small smile.
“Please,” he whispers.
The urgency in his voice. The desperation. The way his hand is clawing at his cock. I’m unraveling him. He’s trying to act casual, but I can see the wildness in his expression, the dark need behind his eyes.
A spark shoots through me, making my clit pulse with need.
I reach down and unbutton my jeans. My cheeks heat because I’m about to do this in front of Luke. In a way, I know him so well that I’m not nervous at all—but it’sLuke.I sneak one more glance at him, and he’s tracking every movement, his eyes skimming over every inch of my body as he rubs his erection through his pants. Shifting my jeans lower, I shimmy out of them, tossing them to the side. Luke’s movements get more frantic as he takes in my black underwear.
“Take them off,” he rasps.
God, I want this.
So, I do. I slide a finger along the waistband, lowering them until I can wiggle out of them. I relish in Luke’s sharp inhale, and I thank my wax lady for getting me in last week. She left a neat, little landing strip—something I’m sure Luke will appreciate.
“Fuck,” he says, his voice breaking.
I don’t move as he unzips his pants, freeing his shaft. My entire core is throbbing, and I let out a small moan when I see his enormous cock. I make eye contact with him again, and he has an intense expression on his face as he begins to stroke his length. His thumb grazes the wet slit at the end, and I feel my whole body tingle when I see pre-cum coating his thick head.
“Touch yourself,” he demands, urging me on.
I sit up on my knees. “You asked me to show you,” I say cautiously. “To show you what I do when I think of you.” Luke’s eyebrows knit together, and his hands slow. I give him a sinful smile as I grab a couple of the large throw pillows from the top of his bed.
The red ones.
“I hope you don’t plan on keeping these,” I explain, stacking them on top of each other.
When I look up at him, his mouth is open in awe, and his hand is working his cock faster.
“Holy fuck,” is all he says.
He’s unraveling before my very eyes.
Seeing him unhinged because of this—because of me—sends a blistering explosion of heat through me. I pull my lower lip between my teeth as I straddle the pillows.
“I’m not going to last long if I have to watch you fuck my pillow, Langley.”
I look over my shoulder and smile at him as I move my hips over the textured fabric. Throwing my head back, I close my eyes and ride the pillow like I’ve done so many times before. I have to adjust myself a few times until my slit lines up with the seam, but when it does, I let my body take over.
“Oh, fuck,” Luke whispers. I open my eyes, and he’s right in front of me, working his shaft quickly. His eyes are on me, so I remove my shirt. “Langley.” His whisper is frantic, and I reach up and twist my pink nipples. “This is what you do?” he asks, his voice disjointed. “When you think of me?”
“Yes,” I whisper, and then it turns into a moan as I move my hips faster, quicker. “I pretend you’re under me. I pretend your cock is inside of me. I even have a dildo I use sometimes—”
“Stop,” Luke says, desperately. “I’m going to come too soon if you keep talking like that.”
