I want to be inside her, buried within her. I want to grab her ass and suck her tits and fuck her until she’s seeing stars.
We breathe heavily through our noses so that our lips don’t have to part. Eve’s long, elegant fingers rake through my hair, down the nape of my neck in an exploratory manner. Her soft eyelashes tickle my cheek as she moans into my mouth, the sound of her voice traveling straight through me.
“Nate,” she pants, “Nate, we shouldn’t— We can’t—”
I pull away for a moment, my chest rising and falling quickly as I try to steady my beating heart.
It occurs to me then, and only then, just how thin the walls of the examination room are. Eve’s right.
We shouldn’t do this.
It’s reckless.
We could both get in a world of trouble if we were caught together on school grounds. There’s something to be said about fooling around with patients too. Ethically, sleeping around while on the clock is definite grounds for dismissal. And it wouldn’t look good for Pops if word got around that his prodigal son is seducing dancers at his workplace. I’m not sure whether I’d lose my medical license for a gutsy move like this, but it’s a risk I’d be taking.
And if it’s Eve, maybe it’s worth it.
But if she doesn’t want that, I have to respect her wishes.
I’m not the only one with a reputation on the line.
At the end of the day, I get to go back home to New York and escape any small-town gossip that might arise. But for her? Eve probably doesn’t have the luxury of an escape.
Fuck. I really want her, though.
I want to slide my cock into her slick heat. I want to fuck her so hard that it drives her insane. I want nothing more than to leave Eve panting, whining, groaning my name over and over again like a song. I want to kiss Eve so hard that it leaves her dizzy, sear my lips to her skin and mark her all over so that no other man will dare think it’s all right to hold her. Every mark upon her skin will tell the world she’s mine, mine, mine.
Get your filthy, stinking hands of her, Tommy, or whatever your name was.
I exhale slowly as I press my forehead to hers. Eve looks into my eyes and holds my gaze. I expect her to be the first to look away, bashful and sweet, but she doesn’t. There’s an urgency behind her expression, some kind of need.
She wants me.
She wants me just as much as I want her.
I can’t wait a second longer.
I lower my hands to her hips, but I don’t touch her. They simply hover there, awaiting an answer I hope will come.
“Do you want to do this?” I ask her plainly.
Eve grips onto the collar of my shirt and swallows. “Nate, I—” She cuts herself off as she licks her lips. They’re now swollen and deliciously red.
“Give me a clear answer, Eve. If you don’t, we’ll stop right now.”
“And if I do?”
I break out into a smile. “If you do, I’ll make sure you can’t walk for an entirely different reason.”
Eve nibbles on her bottom lip. She’s silent for a moment, like she’s mulling things over.
“Yes,” she eventually answers.
“Yes what?”
She circles my neck with her arms, presses her chest against mine. “I want you to fuck me, Nate. Fuck me good and hard.”
I smile before dipping in for another kiss.
This time, I let my hands roam. I grab at her small breasts, pinch at her hard nipples through her leotard. I press my aching cock against the lips of her cunt, which is so hot and wet for me that I can feel it through the rough fabric of my pants.
“God, I just want to taste you,” I hiss against her mouth.
“Then what’s stopping you?” she teases, her words bubbly and excited.
“Are these your only pair of tights?”
“No. I’ve got spares in my locker. Why do you as—”
I don’t let her finish. I’m too eager to get a taste.
I reach down between her legs and tear her tights apart with little effort. Eve gasps as I pull her leotard to the side, exposing her to me.
Perfection isn’t the word I’d used to describe her.
She’s better than perfection.
She’s nirvana.
She’s everything.
I kneel down so I’m perfectly positioned. I flick my tongue across her clit and relish the way Eve’s whole body twitches with pleasure. She sucks in a sharp breath through clenched teeth and moans.
“Nate, I—”
I quickly press a finger to her lips. “Quiet. We wouldn’t want anyone overhearing, would we?”
Eve bites her bottom lip and nods slowly. “R-right. Sorry.”
She’s so fucking cute.
Her adorable shyness reminds me of the first time we had sex. We were teenagers then, entirely naïve and caught up in puppy love. Eve had been a virgin our first time. She was sixteen and smoking hot and sweet as sin. I was eighteen, months away from graduating high school.