Page 51 of Hearts on the Table
She gasped, tightening. A rush of sweetness flooded my tongue. Fuck, it had only taken a few minutes. I hooked my fingers, desperate to feel her fall apart. She screamed as I kept up the pressure, sliding in and out. Again and again, as long as she needed me there.
She grabbed onto my shoulder, pulling me up. I resisted. Just a few more seconds of feeling her shake and sigh. Her taste was addicting. My fist cupped my dick, stroking.
My lips pressed against her again once, twice, before I crawled up her body, tugging her shirt up as I went. I wanted every inch of her I could get. Teeth scraped across her belly, tongue circling her navel. She tasted sweet here, too. The fragrance of Lainey and vanilla permeated the air around us. I gave into my baser instincts, biting and leaving marks while she clawed at me.
My hands dipped under her top as I moved further up, stretching it over her breasts. They were perfect. Her nipplesdusky and tight, begging for my mouth. She pulled at my shorts, hand wrapping around my cock before I could stop her.
“Fuck.Fuck.”
“Oh, my God. You’re so big. Jesus.” She stroked, pushing the band of my pants down my thighs. Precum slickened her palm. The feeling of her hand almost undid me. I ducked my head to stare at where she held me. Pretty pink nails and long, lithe fingers working me up and down. I ran my hands across her skin, teasing her nipples and feeling the indentations of my teeth.
“Shit, Lainey, wait…”
“Come for me. Sam, please.”
She reached her other hand down, cupping me against her wet pussy. She was still slick, my cock gliding up and down along her folds. So hot. For me. Her lips twitched, rolling when I rubbed her. Her mouth met mine. We panted together, moving in unison as the pleasure ratcheted higher and higher. She squeezed me, straining just as much as I was. The sight of my cock rubbing against her, so close to heaven, the sound of her, begging for it like my orgasm was her own, the feel of her. Everything crashed.
My groan filled the car as I came. She gripped me tighter, working her hands over the head of my cock again and again. I could practically feel it down to my toes. I shot all over her, the sight of my cum splashing across her stomach setting me off even more.
Her hands stilled as I came down from the high. My neck sagged, eyes dragging down her body, snagging on the sight of my seed sliding across the bite mark on her ribs. I shuddered. If she hadn’t just wrung me dry, I’d have come all over again.
Our eyes met, leaving us both disoriented, breathing heavily. My hamstring started cramping from the uncomfortable position of my leg against the seats. Tomorrow, my back wouldmost likely hurt too. One look at her, swollen lips and covered in me, made it all worth it.
“Next time. Bed. Hours,” I grunted, still catching my breath and, honestly, questioning my ability to form full sentences. I’d been leveled. Flattened. I kissed her again because that, at least, I could do. She tasted like sex and she smiled when her tongue flicked my bottom lip.
We stayed like that for a few more minutes, lazy kisses soaking up whatever remained of our frenzy. Her eyes widened when I pulled my shirt off to wipe the mess from her stomach.
“Frack. We should have led with this.” Her fingers spanned the tops of my shoulders, skimming down my obliques and back up. “Though, maybe not. I’d only have come faster. Which doesn’t seem possible.”
“We were both breaking records tonight. I can’t believe how fast I just…” I shook my head, unable to articulate it. Not yet. Not while I was still wiping myself off of her skin.
“Secret’s safe with me.” We fell silent as I finished cleaning her up, saving that little bite mark for last. I circled it twice. “Do you think we’ll be able to be cool about it tomorrow?”
“Tomorrow?” I ran my thumb over the mark on her thigh. Maybe I’d sucked on her, too, and not realized it.
“In my interview. Do you think we’ll both be thinking about how fast you can make me come?”
My eyes lifted, locked on hers again.
God.
Dammit.
“Well, I will be now.”
I kissed her again, just so I didn’t have to see that sweet, satisfied smile she had on her face. The one that said she knew exactly where she had me—up against the ropes with no hope of recovery.
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“Doctor Carmichael. Thanks for making the time.”
“Oh, I was happy to come.”
Lainey breezed into the conference room the next afternoon, tossing out innuendo in front of three other attendings and an executive director. No one batted an eye. Maybe it wasn’t innuendo, when only two of you knew what was going on.
Our eyes snagged for an instant, but it felt like eternity. I could tell we were both thinking about it. How fast I’d gotten her off. How beautifully she’d come for me. Her back straightened, and she clasped her hands on the table in front of her, poised. I wanted to get her on her knees and fuck her from behind.
“Tell us about your time at Cedar, Dr. Carmichael. We’d love to hear your take on the progress you’ve made during your fellowship here.”
