Kiss My Boots (Coming Home #2)

“Yes, Doctor, I need a full workup.”

“Full workup,” I repeat, stepping away from the door and advancing. Two steps into the room though, I stop, because she lifts the leg crossed over the other and widens the space between them just enough that I can see the wetness on the outside of her bare pussy.

“Well, that’s up to you, Doc. . . .” She pauses, and I force my eyes to move, spending a few seconds on that hot-as-fuck chest before looking her in the eyes for the first time. “I know it’s almost the end of office hours and all, so if you don’t want to work me in, I understand.”

“Fuck me,” I hiss, finally getting some mental capabilities back when I see the truth of the reason for her visit shining bright in those green eyes I love so much.

I turn, grab the handle, and open the door enough to stick my head out. “Gladys, you head on out, you hear? No need to stick around.”

“No exam?” she calls down the hall from her desk, something I know she only does when we’re alone.

“Nope. We’re finishing up now and Quinn’s gonna stick around while I catch up on my charting for the day. I’ll see you in the morning.”

“You got it! See ya in the morning.”

I rest my head against the doorjamb and wait to hear the front door shut and lock before turning and slamming the exam room door closed.

“You wanna win that bad, Grease?” I ask darkly.

She shakes her head, but the toothy smile she’s sporting says otherwise.

“I think you’re lying.”

“I don’t wanna win the bet,” she murmurs with a needy whine to her voice. She shifts and rises off the table and places both her hands on her thighs, pushing her legs open more. “It’s so much more than just the bet,” she continues, dragging the tips of her fingers up her leg before spreading her sex open enough for me to see the creamy essence of her arousal.

“What’s it about, then?” I ask, the last two words coming out like a growl when she pushes two fingers inside herself, pumping them slowly.

My hands are already unfastening the buttons on the short-sleeved plaid shirt I wore today, my cock pulsing behind my jeans with each thrust of her fingers into her pussy. She doesn’t answer, rolling her head around on her shoulders and picking up speed with her hand just slightly. I toss my shirt blindly behind me and advance.

“What’s it about?” I press. “If you don’t want to win the bet, then why aren’t you saying the words that’ll lead to us getting what we want?”

“Because,” she pants, hand moving faster.

My head drops when she doesn’t speak, and the sight before me has my hands fumbling to remove my belt. I can smell her and my mouth waters. Reaching into my pants and pushing my briefs out of the way, I pull my throbbing cock free and begin stroking it. Each time her fingers come out of her pussy, they’re even wetter than before.

I bring my left hand up and clamp my fingers around the base of my cock, trying to stop the come from exploding.

“Because?” I ask with a deep, gritty groan.

She doesn’t answer, and I’m too close to blowing my load all over her to keep watching her touch herself like that, so I reach out and grab the wrist of the hand she’s fucking herself with and pull it away from her pussy. She whines and I don’t even give a fuck. I lift her wet fingers up while I bend, letting my cock free from the vise grip to stroke it again. I force her hand to move, painting my lips with the juices from her body, feeling like the most powerful man in the world when she whimpers.

I raise my brow, open my mouth, and push her fingers into my mouth up to the knuckles, my tongue swirling and licking her essence off them. The second her taste explodes on my tongue, I know she’s won. I groan, my eyes rolling, and suck my cheeks hollow while I continue to swallow her one-of-a-kind flavor.

She pants breathlessly as I pop her fingers out slowly, one by one. I lean forward, letting go of my cock to rest the hand not holding her wrist captive on the table next to her hip. My cock rubs against her leg, leaving a trail of pre-come against her skin. When our faces are just inches apart, I take the hand I’m still holding and place it palm-down on her leg. Then, slowly, I drag it back up her thigh, flipping it so that my hand is on top of hers, until we’ve reached her soaked pussy together, her cupping herself under my hand.

“You want me to beg?” I demand in a strong voice.

She whimpers again and I press against her first two fingers, the ones I just cleaned, until the tips of our fingers are inside her together. The heat of her body almost too much to bear.

“Do you.” I thrust a little deeper. “Want me.” I pull out. “To beg?” I press our fingers against her clit.

A high-pitched whine escapes her lips and she nods rapidly.

“Fuckin’ gladly,” I grunt, pressing a light kiss to the tip of her nose before lifting my hands up and to her shoulders, forcing her back down on the exam table. She hadn’t even realized she was scooting down toward me before I had the stirrups out and both feet placed in them. Then I kneel on the small step that’s coming out from the table under her exposed pussy and look up her body with my mouth nearly where I want it most. “I’m on my knees for you, baby. I crave this body almost as much as I need it. Your pussy soakin’ my balls while you come on my cock, takin’ everything I have to give you deep inside that body. Rest of my days, I’ll feel the same desperate need for you, Quinn. One day I’m gonna fill you up until my seed takes root and I’ll do it again and again after that. Gonna give you that family we always talked about, but first, I’m beggin’ you to give it all to me, Quinn. Give me this body I crave, but give me the heart inside it I need.”

“God, yes,” she cries, reaching down her body to push her fingers into my hair with both hands, pulling my face toward her pussy.

“Sit back and let the doctor work,” I instruct, shaking my head to dislodge her hold. I hear her cry of protest, but the second I lick her from bottom to top, swirling my tongue around her clit, the roaring in my ears becomes too much for me to focus on anything else.

I feast on her like a madman, sucking in my cheeks with my lips spread, mouth wide and covering her whole pussy. Her wetness coats my tongue, and her cries of pleasure echo through the room.

Not wanting her to come without my cock feeling the stranglehold of it, I rip my mouth from her with a gasp, feeling the combined wetness of my spit and her pleasure all over my chin.

My knees are sore as fuck from the unforgiving perch I was kneeling on, but I ignore them and stand, kicking my foot against the step to force it into the table so I can move closer. My cock in hand, I thump it against her pussy a few times while watching her breasts shake with her rapid breathing.

“You finally know the man I am now?” I ask, lining my cock up so that the tip kisses her entrance.

“I’d know him anywhere,” she breathes.