Page 154 of Brainwashed
“Ffuck me, I’m gonna come again,” I whimper.
“I’m right there with you, baby,” he purrs, pinching my nipple between his fingers while his other hand pumps my cock.
The sounds of his hips smacking against my ass, harder and harder, both of us grunting and groaning and gasping until we’re about to snap, are like a hedonistic music. The bed is creaking, banging against the wall, and I’m stiffening up all over, about to shoot from the sky like a comet with this man.
Suddenly, and with frantic movements, Dr. Love removes the belt from around my wrists and pulls out of me. He flips me around, tossing me onto my back, and I barely have time to process what’s happening before I’m catching cum on my face.
His hand jerks himself rough, groaning as he sprays his load all over my jaw and down my neck. “Fuckyes, Felix. Goddamn, you look like a dream decorated in my cum.”
I’m buzzing, lying there keyed up and ready to explode. I’m wound up so tight, even him coming on me feels like pleasure. My balls are aching, drawn up and heavy.
And as soon as he’s done coming, he lets out a sigh and drops his mouth down onto my dick. The warm, wet suction gets me off in seconds flat.
Dr. Love swallows another load of my cum, greedily groaning as he does, taking my hands in his and squeezing them tight.
I’m fuckingfloored.
“You really love drinking my cum, huh?” I purr while my chest heaves up and down, sweat-kissed skin cherishing the bite of cool air in the room.
He looks up at me with my cock in his mouth, sucking up to the tip before letting it flop free. “I do. Why do I love swallowing for you so much?? I’m fucking straight.”
I let out a sated chuckle, swiping his cum off my face with my thumb and stuffing it into my mouth. He sits back. “Not so straight now, are you, Dr.Love?” He gives me a scolding look and I laugh again. “You’re just as much of a fucking weirdo as me.”
“There are a few key differences, I think,” he rumbles, reaching off the bed, coming back with his shirt.
He uses it to wipe the leftover cum off my neck and chest. Then he tosses it, pressing a soft kiss on my mouth. “Why do you sometimes call me Dr. Want?”
“Because I want you,” I tell him without hesitation.
“Isn’t that the same name you had for your mannequin friend?” His brow arches.
“Yea… So?” I shrug. “You remind me of him. You’re both my confidantes. Only I wanted him to be real, and I want you to—”
My voice cuts out suddenly when I realize I’m about to say something that might make him leave. He gawks at me for a moment, like I’m completely insane, and I won’t say itbothersme, because I know I’m fucked up. I’m just growing more and more worried about him leaving now…
Because as we know… They all leave Felix Darcey.
But then an unexpected smile forms on his lips. One that’s bigger and brighter than any of his tiny lip twitches I’ve seen before. It’s such a miraculous thing to witness, I can see it, plain as day, even without my glasses on. I’m instantly swept away.
And now I can barely even remember what I was just thinking.
“See what I mean?” he hums out a soft laugh through his sunset of a smile. “We’re very different people.”
I swallow. “Do you hate it?”
He shakes his head. “No. I don’t. But you can call me Lem. Instead of always calling meDr. Love. If you want…”
My heart has expanded in my chest, like those little capsules you used to drop in water that would turn into a sponge creature. It almost hurts, it’s so drastic. But the pain feels good.
It reminds me that I’m alive. And that this isreal.
“It doesn’t turn you on when I call you Doctor…?” I smirk, blinking my heart eyes up at him.
“It does. Of course it does.” He brushes my hair back with his fingers. “Because you’re my patient… and you’re dangerous and we’re definitelynotsupposed to be naked in bed together.”
“Mmm… So what you’re saying is that this is forbidden?” My grin widens.
So does his. “Yes.” He kisses me again. “But you’re also more than my patient, Felix.”
