“What did you think of dinner?” she asked.
“I think the food was really good and the company was even better.”
“Oh, come on,” she said. “What did you really think of it?”
“Fine. You want the truth? I’ll give it to you.”
I watched her eyes flutter up to mine before I looked down at her sweet little face.
“The food was better than anything I’ve ever eaten and the company was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.”
She giggled and shook her head before she laid her body against my chest.
“You talk more than the first time I met you,” she said.
“You’re worth talking to,” I said.
“And you’re such a charmer. I bet you were a ladies’ man in the military.”
“I held my own all right, I guess. Didn’t really have a lot of time to get to know anyone with all the certifications I had to get before I could become a General Medical Officer.”
“How much training did you have to go through?” she asked.
“I had to get a four-year medical education while I was an ensign and agree to serve at least seven years in the Navy as a medical officer once I received that education. I had to maintain military standards of hygiene and physical fitness throughout the four years and, when I graduated, I was promoted to the rank of a lieutenant.”
“Wow,” she said. “Did you have to do any sort of internship?”
“Yep. After graduation and receiving that rank, all medical students reported to the Naval Hospital as active duty medical interns. That lasted a year, which was one of the seven I had to serve to have my education covered. Then I was fit to be deployed as a General Medical Officer.”
“How does that translate out here?” she asked. “I mean, could you open your own practice or something in this non-military world?”
“We call it the civilian world,” I said.
“Okay, the civilian world,” she said. “Could you just… open your own practice?”
“There’d be a few things I’d have to get in order but it wouldn’t take me more than a year and a half to do so.”
“Have you ever thought about it?” she asked.
“About what?” I asked.
“Starting your own practice?”
I felt Whitney rise up from my chest before she looked me straight in the eyes.
“You were natural with me and I saw the way you lit up talking about it earlier today. You have a passion for it. The military didn’t take that from you.”
“I never said they did,” I said.
“Then why are you so hesitant to chase after your dreams?”
“Who said I was?” I asked.
“The look you’re giving me right now,” she said.
I sat there and looked at her as she rose to her feet. She was standing in front of me with my suit coat in her hand and her eyes were determined. This wasn’t a track I was going to derail her from easily and I honestly wasn’t sure if I wanted to. She had a point, I couldn’t deny that. I did enjoy taking care of her. I did enjoy looking after her. I did enjoy treating her as if she was my patient. That was how it was supposed to be. That was how the military was supposed to pan out. I was supposed to take care of people and they were supposed to be grateful for it. I was supposed to help, not harm. Save, not kill.
Support, not defect.
I rose to my feet and towered over her body. Even though I easily had seven inches on her, she never once seemed afraid of me. I enjoyed that about her. I enjoyed the fact that I didn’t intimidate her. I’d done that with so many people during the last couple of years of my military days. People walked around constantly scared of what I would do or how I would act or what would happen if they made one wrong move.
She treated me as if I was normal. As if nothing was wrong with me.
“I’m ready to go back,” I said. “How about you?”
I saw a flash of defeat roll across her face before she nodded.
I took her hand in mine and we slowly made our way back toward the restaurant. The pace was unrushed, and despite the disappointment I could feel radiating from her body, Whitney didn’t seem to pull away from me. We walked through the restaurant and I immediately wrapped my coat back around her body, but something caught my eye the moment we stepped outside.
A worker was coming out of a closet door that sat on the outside of the building.
A pleasurably luscious thought crossed my mind as I tugged Whitney off to the side. I could feel her body tensing with confusion as I led us toward the door. The door that hadn’t quite closed when I saw that person leave.
“Liam, where are we going?” she asked.
But all I did was look both ways before I pulled her into the closet.
“Liam, what in the—”
I pressed my lips to hers, cupping her cheeks before I pushed her back against the metal shelving of the closet. The door behind us scraped closed, thudding behind my back before darkness descended upon us. I reached up and found the string for the light, pulling it and watching the bulb illuminate Whitney’s eyes.
I smoothed the loose tendrils of her hair from her forehead before she slowly sank to her knees.
“Whitney, what are you—”
“Shut up,” she said.
I braced myself against the shelves while she worked my pants down my legs, and as her lips wrapped around my hardening cock, there were only two words that sprang to my mind.
“Yes, ma’am.”
CHAPTER 26
WHITNEY
His cock slid effortlessly down my throat. The wine was loosening up my body and my mind was focused solely on him. There were things about him I wanted to know. Difficult things I knew would take time for him to ease into. But, now that I was on my knees and feeling his cock swelling against my tongue, the only thing I could think about was how good his cum would taste flooding down my throat.
“Fuck, Whitney.”
I moaned around his luscious length while my hands wrapped around his thighs. I dug my fingertips into his ass, drawing him even closer. His hips were already beginning to thrust into me as the tip of his cock leaked down my throat and I knew then and there I wouldn’t stop sucking on him. I wanted his taste to be the dessert I ended my night with.
And apparently, he felt the same.
“Shit, Whitney. That mouth. Holy… fuck.”
The way he whispered and groaned was intoxicating. I dug my nails into his ass as he began to thrust. Spit was dripping down my face while my tongue swirled around his cockhead and, soon, I felt his legs shaking. I cupped his balls that were pulling up into his body. He pounded his hips into my mouth and I felt my lips swelling with the impact. I moaned around him, begging him to burst inside my mouth as he gripped onto the shelving behind me.
I raked my nails down the backs of his thighs and that was all it took to push him over the edge.
“Whitney. Whitney. Shit. Oh, fuck. Oh, hell.”
I choked myself on his thickness before his hot cum spurted down my throat. He emptied himself into my stomach as my tongue cleaned him off and I could hear him heaving for air. I smiled around him, slowly pulling his dick from between my lips before I stood to my feet.
But before I could fix my dress, I was pressed into the shelving.
“Liam?” I asked.
Slowly, his hands dipped underneath my dress. His hands trailed up the stockings I had on until they got to my ass. He pulled the fabric of the dress up and over the curves of my body until my entire back was bared to him.
“Oh, Whitney,” he said, groaning.
“You like?” I asked.
I felt his fingertips pull my panties off to the side before his cock grazed my entrance. I gasped at the feeling, his dick thick with lust even after he’d just come. I had no idea how in the world a man like him could stay hard after an orgasm like that.
But then I thought back to dinner.
Whisky dick.
He inched himself into my dripping wet pussy as my walls fluttered around him. He planted his face into my shoulder, kissing my exposed skin as his hand continued to hold my dress up. He slowly inched his way in, slicking himself with my juices until his hips settled against the swell of my ass.