Without warning, he adds a second finger, and I arch up into him, gasping, my whole body trembling with the sensation. “Have I mentioned yet today that you’re perfect, Naomi?” he murmurs, kissing me again, softer this time. My pussy tightens around his fingers as he strokes with both of them now, the tips still gently curved upward to drag along my inner front wall, right over my G-spot, with each stroke.
“Mm… you haven’t mentioned that yet,” I reply, grinning.
“Shame on me,” he replies. “I ought to tell you at least half a dozen times a day.” The pressure starts to build, deep behind my navel. My hips buck up against him, but he doesn’t stop me this time. He just keeps stroking me, in and out, not any faster or harder with time. Keeping me right there, driving me wild.
My mouth falls open, and I breathe harder, my whole body starting to tremble as I creep toward the peak of my pleasure.
Then, with a grin that tells me he knows exactly what he’s doing, he thrusts a third finger inside my tight pussy. I cry out this time, and he starts to finger me faster, driving his fingers deep into me with each thrust. His other hand tightens around my breast. “Come for me, Naomi,” he murmurs, and that’s all he needs to say, just that one simple request, because I’m already right there on the edge.
I cry out a second time, my head falling back against the mattress, my hair wild around my face, as the orgasm sweeps through me. My pussy tightens around his fingers, convulsing. But he doesn’t slow, doesn’t stop. He just keeps stroking those fingers in and out of me, dragging me right back into the rhythm.
“That’s it, you naughty girl.” He’s staring at me, eyes hot with lust. I can see the bulge in his pants from here, and without thinking, I reach out to grab his crotch with one hand, drawing him closer to the bed. He makes a soft little groaning sound as I cup him, his hips bucking against me. But I can’t concentrate, because his fingers are still buried in me, stroking me, right over that sweet spot every time.
Then he gently presses his thumb down against my clit, and I cry his name as a second orgasm sweeps through me, leaving me trembling. He draws his fingers out of me then, and I think he’s finished. I’m still breathing hard, my pulse pounding in my throat, eager to undo his jeans and touch his cock again.
But then he climbs onto the bed between my legs and spreads them. “That was only two,” he tells me, grinning. “I want to get at least three out of you tonight.” Then he dips his head down, and soon his mouth is pressed against my pussy. He doesn’t tease me this time. He doesn’t need to. His tongue feels white hot against me as he laps at my pussy, sliding up and down my slit, coating his tongue in my juices, groaning with pleasure as he tastes me. Then he starts to lick and suck at my clit. Slowly, intermittently licking and sucking at first, before he settles in to start dragging his tongue along my clit, over and over, flattened like a blade and pressing hard enough that every nerve ending in my body seems to flare at once.
“Oh god, yes,” I gasp, and buck up against his face, reaching down to bury both of my hands in his hair. He slides his hands beneath me to grip my ass, and pulls my hips up against him, spreading my legs wider to give himself better access as he does.
“Right there, fuck, fuck…” I don’t even hear what I’m saying, my mouth running without permission from my brain. I’m too far gone in the pleasure, calling out his name, as his tongue lashes me again and again until I can’t take it any longer.
I scream with pleasure as the third orgasm rocks through me, leaving every nerve ending tingling, making it hard to catch my breath. I fall back against the sheets with a sigh.
“Hmm. Had enough?” Jason arches an eyebrow at me, gazing up at me along the length of my body.
“Of you?” I look down at him, shivering at the sight of his sexy grin, the way his face looks between my thighs. “Hell no.”
“That’s what I like to hear.” He smirks and then he kisses his way up my body, his mouth tracing my hips, then my belly, his tongue dipping into my navel, before he licks and gently bites his way up over my stomach to my breasts. He tongues each nipple, one at a time, circling them with his tongue to get them nice and hard before he kisses his way farther up, to my collarbone, my neck, my jawline, and then finally my mouth.
He kisses me hard and deep, and I can taste myself on his lips. It makes me hot all over again. I wrap both arms around his neck and drag him down against me, until his whole body is flush with mine. Although there’s still the annoying problem of his clothing in our way.
We break the kiss, and he tilts his head, gazing down at me as he smooths my hair back from my forehead. “How does the patient feel now?” he asks, with a grin. “I’m worried we might have overexerted you. Turns out you get pretty hysterical when you come after all…”
I free a hand to swat at his side lightly. “Your fault,” I point out. “Some doctor you are, overexciting your patient… again and again and again.”
“If I recall correctly, she did request the treatment. And begged me not to stop it, in fact.”
“Well…. Perhaps you’ll just have to try it again.” My eyes flash as they meet his. “After all, you did say the treatment for hysteria was… what, more orgasms?”
He laughs and bends to kiss the edge of my jawline. “Hmm, let’s try taking it easy for the rest of the night, and see about that second treatment in the morning, huh? I wouldn’t want to tax your nerves too much.” He says it lightly, but I can tell from the slight hint of concern in his gaze as he studies me again, that he really is worried about me.
And then I remember—because I’d pretty much forgotten everything including my own name when he was making me come over and over—that I was in a car accident today. I press my lips together, sighing. “Mm, I guess that would be smart, huh?”
“I think so.” He rolls off of me and pulls me against his side. “But don’t worry, Naomi.” He kisses my shoulder, as I curl up in front of him like the little spoon, feeling safe and cocooned with his
arms around me. “Tomorrow, I promise we’ll test out this theory again.” With that, he tugs the covers up and over us, and I turn to kiss him softly, just once, before I snuggle against his side and drift into sleep.
True to his word, we do retest the theory in the morning. Or rather, I wake up feeling his hard morning wood, and grind my hips back against him until he wakes, too, and spins me around underneath him, sliding on top of me as he licks his way back down my body.
He gets me off just once this time, before I beg him to fuck me. Then he slides back up my body and parts my legs, reaching for a condom on the bedside table first. I wrap them around his waist as he plunges into me, and god, if this is what I got as medical treatment every time I was in a car accident, I would crash into a lot more poles. He doesn’t finish until he makes me come first, at least twice again this time. I lose track of everything, of time and any other worries lingering in the back of my mind. All I can think about is him, his body, his mouth on mine, his thick cock buried deep inside me, filling me with every stroke.
When we finish, he holds me again, cuddling me into his chest until my alarm goes off to wake up for the morning, and we both reluctantly roll out of bed to face the day.
Though not before we take a long, hot shower together. A shower in which he soaps me up and gets me dirty all over again, pinning me against the wall to finger me until I scream so loudly I’m worried my neighbor in the next room over might hear, what with the acoustics in this bathroom.
But it’s as we’re dressing to face the world once more that reality finally floods back in. I catch myself watching him dress, eying his washboard abs and the chiseled chest I spent all night curled against, sleeping more deeply than I have maybe in my entire life, because I felt so safe in his arms.
Shit, Naomi, I realize. I actually like this guy. I really like this guy.
This guy who I met in a bathroom stall—but who turned out to be my doctor, and not an escort like I thought. Except, all I can think about now is my conversation with Monica yesterday. Be careful, she warned me. Don’t jump in too quickly again. Not like you did last time.