Page 53 of Bad Medicine
First, I was a woman on a mission.
“Careful, Doc,” Rocco growled, his one hand lightly resting on the top of my head. “I’m not a man who plays gentle. Be sure, because I plan to enjoy more than just your mouth tonight.”
I couldn’t have stopped the moan that escaped me if I wanted to, his words making my inner muscles clench with longing. It had been so fucking long since I had been in a situation like this, so long since I had felt like a desirable woman, that I wasn’t sure I could contain my excitement.
Running one hand over Rocco’s black boxer briefs, caressing the massive dick he was concealing behind them, I knew I had every reason to be excited.
“I plan to let you,” was all I said before I slid my fingers inside the waistband of his shorts and drew them down. But what I found inside surpassed all of my expectations.
“Oh, my God,” was all I could manage to get out, my eyes wide at the sight before me.
“You like what you see, Doc?” Rocco asked, his one hand coming down to grip his cock, fisting it roughly and giving several tugs as I stared in disbelief at the two silver barbell piercings adorning the underside of his shaft. Reaching out, I ran my fingers tentatively over the piercings, marveling at how warm the metal was. After watching me play for a moment, Rocco chuckled. “What are you thinking, Mia?”
“I’m thinking that, as a doctor, I should be lecturing you on the risks of a genital piercing and all the ways these can cause trouble.”
Rock looked down at me, one eyebrow raised.
“And as a woman?”
“As a woman, I want to ride the hell out of them.”
Rock choked out a surprised laugh, then fisted my ponytail, directing my eyes back up to his.
“Well, then. Let’s get started.”
Relaxing his hold, Rocco once again let me lead the way, content to watch me navigate my way around his dick like it was my first time. And while it had beenyearssince I’d done this, I was fairly certain I still remembered how.
Wrapping my hand around the base, I leaned over, pressing my lips to the head and reveling in the warmth of his skin against mine. Extending my tongue, I teased around the crown for a moment before tilting my head to the side and tracing along the thick vein on the underside of the shaft, taking extra care to gently tease the piercings. Bringing my head back upright, I opened wide, taking him inside my mouth and giving a gentle suck.
Rocco hissed out a breath, his hips giving a small, involuntary thrust, bumping his cock against the back of my throat. For a second, I panicked, not being used to the intrusion. But, pulling back and taking a deep breath, I rallied, pressing down again and guiding him to the back of my throat myself, pushing past my gag reflex and letting him enter as far as he could.
“God fucking damn,” Rocco muttered, both hands now on my head, gently holding me as I bobbed up and down, one hand on his thigh, the other squeezing and twisting on the few inches of dick I couldn’t quite fit in my mouth. “Fucking hell, Mia. So fucking hot. Look at you, taking it all. Should have known you weren’t a quitter. So fuckin’ good.”
His rough words were more of a rambling stream of consciousness, most of which I wasn’t sure he was even aware he was saying. Still, I lit up under his praise, doubling my efforts and trying to go deeper with each attempt. It wasn’t until I moved my hand from his thigh and cupped his balls that Rocco tried to stop me.
“That’s enough,” he bit out, his teeth clenched as he held me away from him. I stared up at him, my gaze bouncing from his eyes to his cock, and I wondered again what those piercings would feel like inside me. As though he could read my thoughts, Rocco reached down, placing two fingers under my chin as he drew me up until I was standing before him once more.
Rocco traced his thumb over my swollen lower lip, and I closed my eyes, darting my tongue out to taste him again. His thumb was rough, calloused against my tongue, and I found myself picturing all the ways this man used his hands to get them like that. Some of those ways were illegal, likely violent as well, and I found myself even more turned on, imaging Rocco holding someone’s life in his hands.
It would be different from the way I did at the hospital, but the truth of the matter was there was very little that separated his work from mine.
Rocco and I both had the power to give or take life; we just wielded it differently.
“I made you a promise,” he growled, breaking into my thoughts as he spun me around so that it was now me with my back to the door. “I told you I was gonna enjoy more than your mouth. Last chance to send me away.”
I shook my head, arching my back as he moved his fingers from my mouth and down my chest, his palm splaying wide in the valley between my breasts as he pressed me back into the door.
“Gimmie words, Doc. I need to hear you ask for it.”
“Please,” I whispered, shameless in my need. “Please, Rocco. Fuck me.”
Chapter twenty-four
Mia
Thesmilethatcrawledhis face had me shivering again.
“Shit, I do like the sound of that word coming out of your mouth.” With that, he kissed me again, his tongue aggressive as it thrust between my lips, licking all around and invading me completely before pulling back again. “You even taste dirty when you say it.”
