She utters an undecipherable whimper as I step inside and take off my jacket.
“You came, Doctor.”
I grin. “I think this is where I make some ‘come’ joke.”
I draw toward her slowly, licking my lips. Her lips are parted.
“Be gentle,” she says. “I’m still delicate.”
“You don’t think I can be gentle?”
I kiss her a few times on the cheek, forehead, and lips, then slip into Doctor mode.
“So, Miss, I hear you’ve been having a problem. Could you tell me a little more?”
“Yes, Doctor. Unruly fantasies and images have been crowding my brain. I think it’s because I’m all cooped up in here.”
“Being cooped up in here must be no fun. Tell me more about these unruly images.”
“Well, they involve a man I know. He’s got these big long fingers, and when he touches me I get this funny feeling all over.”
“This man, how does he touch you?”
She grabs hold of my hand, slips it down and pulls up her gown so my fingers are touching her clit.
“Right there,” she mewls.
I cup her cheek, and my dick twitches just from how her voice vibrates.
“Shhhh,” I tell her. “This is a special treatment…and some of the other doctors haven’t accepted it yet. So you can’t be too loud.”
“But it feels so good, Doctor Luke.”
Though her mobility is limited, she gyrates her hips slowly, grinding ever so slightly into my finger.
“Ohhh,” she moans, and I have to cover her mouth with how loud she’s being.
“Christ, Skylar, you’re going to alert the whole goddamn floor.”
She licks her lips. “But it feels so good. I can’t keep it down.”
Fuck, I can’t resist…it’s been weeks since I’ve tasted her, and psycho that I am, I missed it.
Kneeling down, I ease her good leg to the side and lick her clit, slipping one finger just inside her.
Gentle, I remind myself.
Skylar has a tendency to make me want to lick her like a wild animal. I swirl my tongue on her clit and pulse my finger inside of her.
“Mmm. You’re making me come, Doctor. Can I…?”
I look up from her pussy, my hair all disheveled. I pray no one walks into this room right now. Because they’d be in for one hell of a show.
“Yes. Come for me, baby. God that’s so hot when you squirm like that…”
I bring my mouth back to her.
Delicate.
“Coming,” she whispers, massaging her fingers into my head.
She breathes so hard and fast I hope she doesn’t set off the equipment she’s hooked up to. Her body shakes, but she does her best at the same time to stay in place without moving her left arm and leg.
“Luke, holy shit that was good.” She grabs my hand by the wrist and pulls it away. “Stand up now, Doctor.”
I stand up, breathing hard. “Everything okay?”
She stares at the bulge between my legs. “What’s this all about?”
I marvel at our ability to stay in character throughout this fantasy.
“I don’t know. It’s been happening continuously for the last few weeks and there doesn’t seem to be any known cure.”
Smacking her lips, she eyes it devilishly. “I’m just a lowly patient, but I’ve got this homegrown remedy I could try.”
“Sky, in your condition I’m not going to let you…”
She rubs the outside of my jeans. “Oh, I’m not going to suck your cock, Doctor. I just want to watch you. And don’t call me Sky. I’m Miss Patient.”
“My mistake. Miss Patient.”
I unzip my jeans, and my hard dick flops out.
“No briefs, Doctor?”
I shake my head. “Too much restraint.”
Sky runs her hand over the head, touching me lightly. “You don’t like restraint? I have a fantasy about being tied up, actually.”
“What a coincidence. I have a fantasy about tying someone up.”
It’s another moment when Sky and I lock eyes, and they say more than a million words could.
“It’s dry. Let me help you with that.”
Reaching between her legs, she rubs herself, then puts her juices on my cock, running it back and forth a couple of times. “You turned me into a puddle, Doctor.”
“And you turned me into a rock, Miss Patient.”
She lets go of my cock, and my own hand takes over. Wet with Sky’s juices, I stroke myself while she stares at me from two feet away.
“Doctor, you have quite a big…hand.” She smirks.
“Well you know what they say about guys with big hands,” I growl.
“What do they say? I forget?” she baits.
“Big feet,” I chuckle in a low growl.
She rolls her eyes. “My hands are a lot smaller. You know what they say about small hands though.”
“Small pussy?”
She laughs so hard I think she’s actually hurting. “No, you dick. Don’t make me laugh so hard. Small hands do big things.”
“Well I’d say that’s accurate…fuck,” I moan as I take another stroke.
“What are you thinking about?”
“You. Your pussy. How tight it is…how I can’t even get one finger inside…so how the hell will I get this in?”
“Try it.”
“Sky, no, in your condition…”
“That’s Miss Patient.”
“Miss Patient, that’s not a good idea…fuck that’s good.” Another surge of warm pleasure rolls through me.
“Please?” she says so politely. “Doctor?”
Fuck. I truly don’t want to hurt her, and I’m absolutely not going to be fucking her right now.
But she’s begging me, and she’s so hot right now I can smell her.
“Fine. I’ll just do the tip.”
Repositioning myself, I run my hard tip along her opening. It’s hot and wet and beautiful and I want so badly to press inside her.
“Oooh, yes. Oh, like that,” Sky moans.
Rubbing myself back and forth on her is torture, knowing I can’t just fuck her with reckless abandon.
She shakes again, and I pull away, switching out my cock and putting my hand on her clit.
With one hand I touch her, and with the other, myself.
She twists and turns and squeezes my hand, and whispers, “Thank you for another, Doctor.”
God she is good at this role play shit.
“Are you going to come, Doctor?”
“I’m very close.”
“Don’t make a mess.”
“I’m not sure how to stop that.”
“Let me help you.”
She grabs hold of my belt loop and steers me closer to her head. I lean over and she takes over the job. She kisses the tip, then strokes my cock.
My toes curl and my body flushes with pleasure. Her touch is the kryptonite that sends me over the edge every time.
“I’m gonna blow,” I whisper.
She wraps her lips around me so I can come into her mouth.
I do, and she swallows just about every last drop.
“Holy shit that was a lot,” she mutters, wiping her face.