Page 127 of Brainwashed
My heart is flying in my chest, jumping wildly against my ribs, while blood rushes in my ears louder than my aggressive breaths.Letting need drive me, I drop my mouth onto his again and he moans like a sob of desire between my lips.
“Make us both come.” I gasp, shaking and sweaty and kissing him feverishly. “At the same time. Both.”
“Uh-huh,” he pants and nods, jerking us harder, faster.
The feeling of his cock on mine is insane. I’ve never felt anything like it. It feelswrong, but good.Amazinglygood. My eyes spring to the window on the door and a shiver of excitement tears through me.
Jesus, I shouldn’t be doing this.
It’s reprehensible.
My balls throb, and my cock pulses, leaking onto his.
“Fuck, I like that,” he whines, thrusting his hips up to mine while he strokes.
“Felix…” I mumble on his lips with my head spinning.
“Dr. Love,” he groans, hoarse and quivering all over.
“This is bad…” Reaching down, I shove my pants down farther, then rip his down enough so that we can rub our balls together. A wild moan escapes me. “This is so fucking bad.”
“Everything I do is bad,” he whispers.
We’re practically wearing each other, stifling hot bodies sealed together while I grind him into the floor and he jerks us into a frenzy.
“You’re not… supposed to dome.” I grip his hair in my fist and suck his bottom lip.
“You can do me,” he gasps, pleading. “I will let you doanythingto me, Dr. Love.”
“Jesus, I’m gonna come,” I grunt, pushing into his fist, over and over. “Come with me.”
“I’m there,” he whimpers.
I’m spinning the fuck out, burning and coiling up. I can’t even believe I just came a few hours ago because I’m about to burst at the seams.
“Come in your hand,” I demand, breathing heavily over his mouth. “Don’t spill a drop, of either of ours. Got it?”
He nods fast. “Fuck fuck fuck…Doctor…”
“Mmm…”
Chills wash over me while my cock bursts, cum spurting out in long, aching pulses. I glance between us to watch, Felix’s dick doing the same while he purrs like a happy kitten. Both of our dicks blow our orgasms and he catches it in his hand. There’s cum all over his palm and fingers.
He lets out a ragged breath, his eyes coming back up to mine. We stare at each other for one quiet moment that feels like an eternity.
The psychiatrist and the psychopath.
“Lick it up,” I whisper. “Eat it all.”
He does it without an ounce of protest. Lifting his hand, he licks all the cum off of his fingers and his palm. He’s barely done when I grab his face and kiss his mouth, sucking his lips and tasting his tongue. The flavor is so inherentlymasculine. I’ve never tasted it before… I’ve never even kissed a girl who just went down on me. But here I am, tonguing Felix down with our joined orgasms moving between our mouths.
The sounds of us kissing and breathing are the only things to be heard. And when I come down from the high, I scramble off of him, startled.
“Don’t run,” he begs. “Please.”
I shake my head, standing up and tucking my dick away. “I have to go. This is so fucked up…”
“But… I’ll see you tomorrow. Right…?”
