Her eyes are hazy with desire. There’s no way she needs more sex but as I try to pull away from her, her arms keep wrapping around me like tentacles. “If you’re by some miracle still horny, go upstairs and play with your toy.”
I quickly disentangle myself and head for the basement. I have no problem playing the long game. I push the heel of my hand against my erection and groan. Almost no problem.
Two days later, my dick is perpetually hard and all I can think about is ramming it into Chiara and bursting with one thrust. I’m going to lose my fucking mind if this goes on for much longer. I meant to abstain from coming for a week so I’d have plenty of my swimmers stored up, but the other night Salvatore wrapped his hand around Chiara’s throat and growled that she was his sweet little cumslut while she was coming on his dick.
I stood in that doorway and rubbed one out in my fist then and there. Salvatore noticed me, but Chiara didn’t. Thirty minutes later, I got a text from Salvatore.
Salvatore: Why are you lurking like a creeper in Chiara’s doorway? You could have just joined in.
Lorenzo: I would have been in the way. That looked like a perfect fuck.
Salvatore: It was. JFC.
I lean both hands against one of the metal tables in the med room. I’m on the verge of losing it again just thinking about that. The fighter is convalescing at Lasher’s place and I’m done cleaning up and restocking.
It’s just past seven in the morning. Time to check Chiara’s temperature.
I’ve been doing this in secret since we started trying for a baby, monitoring her morning temperature so I know when she’s ovulating. With a laser thermometer in my hand, I slip stealthily into her bedroom.
This morning I’ve caught her as she’s just waking up, and her eyes flutter open as I sit down on the mattress. She spots the thermometer in my hand.
“Lorenzo, what are you doing?”
“Taking your temperature.”
“But I feel fine.”
I lower the thermometer and smile at the readout. “Princess, you’re more than fine. You’re about to ovulate.”
“I am?’
I give her a kiss and head downstairs to find my head of security. He’s in the basement and I give him my orders. “Lock the gate and don’t open it until I say so, under any circumstances. If the other three show up, I’m home and so is Chiara, everything’s fine, but we’re not taking visitors for the next seventy-two hours. If anyone else arrives, I’m not here and you don’t know where I am or when I’ll be back.”
When I turn around, I see that Chiara has followed me downstairs with bare feet and dressed in one of my T-shirts. I stare at her hungrily. All mine for three days.
I push her into the med room and slam the door behind me, then claim her mouth in a kiss. Fucking finally.
“You’re really going to do this?” she asks as I lift her onto one of the metal tables. “The others are going to be so mad at you.”
She shakes her head like she doesn’t approve, but her knees are hugging my hips and she’s hooking her fingers into the waistband of my jeans.
“Then they should have thought of it themselves.” My mouth descends on hers again and I kiss her hard. I’m so fucking horny that I just want to bend her over my desk and release all this pent up desire in one glorious, intense fuck.
But we’ve got the whole compound to ourselves and plenty of time. Let’s be romantic.
“You know what we never do?” I say, heading over to the door, grabbing the white coat that’s hanging on the back and putting it on.
“What?” she asks.
“Play doctor.”
She tips her head back and laughs at my joke. Then her smile fades as she realizes I’m serious. I grab a stethoscope and wrap it around my neck, holding onto the ends with both hands as I saunter back over to her. Her gaze runs up and down my body and I can tell she likes it, but she didn’t expect this.
“Isn’t playing doctor too corny for you?”
Not the way I play. “I don’t know. Try me.”
She thinks for a moment, her legs swinging back and forth. “Doctor, I’ve been so stressed. Is there something you could do about that?”
I watch her with narrowed eyes, saying nothing.
“You see, there’s this gorgeous man who hasn’t touched me for more than a week and it’s driving me crazy. My muscles feel tense. I can’t sleep at night.”
“Tense where?” I ask, fitting the stethoscope in my ears and pressing the bell over her chest. Her heartbeat suddenly fills my ears, steady and strong.
“Um, you know. Places.”
I fight to keep a straight face. “Miss Romano, please. You can tell me. I’m a doctor.”
Her face suddenly flames pink. I’ve done all kinds of deviant things to her and a little roleplay has her flustered.
“This temperature you’ve been having. Is this another one of your problems?” I press the backs of my fingers against her hot cheeks.
“Sometimes. When he’s teasing me.”
“Have you ever felt like things are out of your control? Restlessness? Mood swings?”
She nods, gazing up at me with big eyes.
“Mm-hmm. I see. Is everything all right at home?”
“Well, yes and no. I have four beautiful boyfriends, but I still haven’t had…enough.”
My eyebrows raise in surprise. “Four? That must be exhausting. Unless they’re all weak and impotent. Is that it?”
“No, they’re all very strong, virile men, it’s just…” She flicks her gaze up at me. “One of them hasn’t touched me in so long, and everything feels wrong.”
I gaze down at her with total seriousness. “I see. It’s an emergency.”
Chiara bursts out laughing again. “I’m so sorry. I’m not laughing at you. I’ve never done roleplay before but isn’t this a bit cutesy for you?”
I give her a faint smile. I’m not offended in the slightest, and she won’t be laughing in a minute.
“Miss Romano, have I said something funny?” I pull on a pair of black latex gloves, then reach into a drawer for a bottle of KY Jelly.
She watches me with rapt attention, her eyes growing wider. “Maybe I’m getting hysterical because of my, you know, problems.”
“This is more serious than I thought. Take off your clothes from the waist down and turn around.”
Chiara grips the edge of the table, hesitating, her lower lip caught between her teeth. Then she hops down from the table and does as she’s told, unbuttoning her skirt and slowly shimmying out of it along with her panties.
As soon as her back is turned, a wicked smile spreads over my face. She’s self-conscious and uncertain. Perfect.
“Move your legs apart, please, and bend forward.”
Chiara does as she’s told. The air in the basement is cold and her cute ass pebbles with goosebumps. I admire the view for a moment. Her pink slit getting wetter and darker by the moment. With my gloved fingers, I spread her open like I’m inspecting her.
“Is this where your problem is?”
Chiara replies with a breathy, “Yes.”
I spread KY Jelly over my fingers. “Breathe out for me, Miss Romano.”
As she does, I push my middle finger deep inside her, and she gasps. “Here?”
“Yes, there.”