Page 73 of Begrudgingly Yours
She must like the lust-filled haze in my eyes because her scent sweetens and floods the space. When her hands reach the button of my jeans, a gasp almost escapes me.
“The only thing needed of the patient is to relax. So, lean back for me please.” I do as she says, but strain my neck to keep my gaze on her. She’s so powerful. Even when she’s the one on her knees in front of me, she knows she has me completely wrapped around her finger.
She snaps the button open and I forget to breathe as the zipper goes down. I may fail at my only job because there’s no way I can relax when my dick is anticipating being inside of my scent match.
Any coolness from the outside air left the second she started this little roleplaying game, so it’s welcomed when she pulls my jeans and boxers down enough for my dick to spring up. When her eyes fall upon it, I feel the tiniest bit smug by the flare of heat in her eyes. I lay an arm behind my head, trying to calm myself as much as I can when her lips go to my abs.
The first lick and nip on my bare skin has me flexing. My cock feels neglected in the best way as she holds my gaze and teases me. Every time she makes a notion like she’s about to lower her head, she goes right back to nipping at me, even leaving a hickey in the valley that travels down my hips. A gruntled sound leaves my mouth as she gets closer to the nerve endings that are desperately craving her touch.
“Theinfectedarea is larger than I anticipated, Mr. Fitzgerald,” Rory says against my skin. “I may have to go lower than originally planned.”
“Fuck,please,” I beg her. The hand that isn’t behind my head grips the sheets as a delighted smirk takes over her face.
“But, Mr. Fitzgerald…” She takes my cock in her hand and strokes it once. “You can’t tell anyone about this. It could ruin my career. Can you be a good boy for me and keep this a secret?”
She strokes a few more times and the whimper that escapes me is completely involuntary. “Yes.”
“Do you want me to stop?” She fucking knows I don’t.
She strokes again, this time hitting my knot, and I can’t say a single word. When she pulls her fist up tightly around the head, a moan escapes. “Never.”
“You don’t want me to stop?” she asks as her fist speeds up and I lose my ability to think.
“No, don’t stop.” I lean my head back against the covers. “Please don’t stop.”
When she speaks again, the same pretend sweetness laces her tone. “You sound so pretty when you beg.”
“Fuck.” I want to pull her up here and give her the same treatment. I almost give in to the urge, but then she leans down and licks a trail from the base of my cock up to the head just before she takes me into her mouth. My hand goes to her head, fisting her hair just enough to have her groan in the back of her throat. The feeling of it around me causes something to spark up my spine, the first sign of gloriousness appearing as she continues to stroke me with her hand as she tastes me.
I accidentally thrust my hips but the sounds she makes rejuvenates me. I can’t control myself when I sit up to look down at her. She pulls off and watches me with curiosity. “Doctor Cromwell, I know you’re famous in your field, but I don’t think I’m the only one that should get special treatment.”
Without any warning, I scoop her up off the floor and into my lap. I swing her around so her back is to my chest. I push her forward, back to my aching cock, as I lie back. My arms wrap around her legs, readjusting so her pussy lines up directlywith my face. The beast inside of me is pleased when she’s close enough that I can smell her directly from the source. “It’s kismet, Doctor. You just happened to wear a dress to the office today.”
She arches her back and lets out a breathy moan as I flip her dress over her hips and expose her to me. The see-through lace thong that she’s wearing makes me want to bite my knuckles, but I refrain as my thumb goes to her. She nips at my thigh when it collides with her clit.
I let out a silent curse. “You’re so wet for me right now,” I say, playing with her in the same way she was with me. I pull her further back, as close to me as she can get so I can pull her panties to the side and eat her. “Doctor. I don’t think I can get better if the procedure is half-finished, do you?”
Rory lets out a sassy huff. “Just make sure you take care of me before this procedure is over,” she quips at me, slightly losing her character, before leaning down and taking me back into her mouth. The relief is instant and I feel the need to give it back tenfold all over again. With her panties hooked to one side, I finally guide her hips back to sit on me and get my first ever taste of her.
It’s so much better than I’ve dreamed, and that’s been a lot over the last few years. Imagining what my scent match tasted like always felt like torture amongst the pleasure because I knew I would never have her, but this isn’t something I could have ever dreamt up. She’s tangy and sweet anddripping, so much that her slick falls down my chin.
She moans around my cock again and her tiny hip thrusts let me know that she likes what I’m doing. My hand goes to her hips to encourage her to keep going and the effect is instant.
“Holy—” she utters. Her hand keeps moving as she quickens her hips, rolling them to the point where her legs startto shake. The convulsions almost do me in but I just let out a satisfied groan instead.
“Yes, fuck, rightthere,” she curses seemingly on autopilot, the pleasure overtaking everything as she rides me. I give her ass a firm slap and she moans at the sensation. “Do that again,fuck.”
I give it another slap, then another one before I grip it and help her move faster to hit her peak. I don’t mind that she’s not sucking me off anymore, because her apparent pleasure is enough to fuel me and all I care about is her release.
I can tell when she reaches her peak because her hips stutter and I take over for her, completing the same ministrations as her thrusting hips to prolong her climax. She cries out loudly, like music to my ears, and grips my thighs for dear life. I don’t slow down or stop when her body relaxes, determined to drink up every last bit of her.
Rory hums happily against my thigh and then takes me into her mouth once more. I’m so ramped up, it doesn’t take much. Especially when she starts moving her mouth over me so fast that I can barely keep up. Every drag of my knot against her lips is heaven. I grit my teeth at the rush of the orgasm, completely taken by surprise as I finish in her mouth. And when she also sucks me dry after I come down, I realize that she enjoys giving as much as I do.
I maneuver her so she’s cuddled up on my side as we both catch our breath. The adrenaline is still coursing through me, and I pull her closer to me to feel more secure.
“Are you okay?” she asks, always observant.
“Yeah,” I say honestly. “I’m just glad today of all days my roommate decided to fuck off for a bit.”
