Page 12 of Dr. Do-Right
“Fuck, Rija,” he whispered, mouth so close to mine, I could swear our lips brushed. He stared down my body, taking in my breasts in the low cut top. The movement of our hands together.Together,taking me higher.
“Other hand, Kitten. Pet that clit for me. Keep this up. That’s it.”
I whimpered when he stepped back, nearly pitching off the desk as I leaned after him. It had been too good, and I hadn’t had enough. I needed more, I needed all of it….
He stopped me with a warning look. The wildness in his eyes told me he was too close to snapping. “I’m playing by your rules, Ri. You wanted to put on one last show.”
He unbuttoned his pants, working the zipper down. His cock sprang free, thick and hard, making my mouth water. The sight of it made my muscles clasp the toy tighter. The new pressure, combined with the quick beat Malachi had started, made me cry out softly.
He fisted his length, already jerking it hard. No soft buildup or coy strokes.
“Mal,” I gasped, keeping the vibrator right…there… I was close. He was, too. I could see it in the straining of his neck. “You’re…already…” I whined, head tilting back on my neck. Body bowing with pleasure.
“I’ve been thinking about you all day.” Malachi swore, the desperation in his voice drawing my attention back. The vibrator moved at the same speed as his fist sliding up and down. I could almost imagine it washiminside me, hitting my g spot and making my vision sparkle. “Harder on your clit, Ri.”
My fingers strummed faster, the feeling shooting my hips up an inch. Everything in me tightened, bearing down on the toy bringing me so much pleasure.
My climax washed over me, pebbling my skin. I gasped at the feeling. Sobbed that it wasn’t what I wanted. Needed.
“You’ll have me soon, Kitten, I promise. I’ll give you everything you need.Damn.” My lashes fluttered open. I wanted to see him when he came, too. His hand pounded his dick, hard and fast. “I would die to have that sweet pussy wrapped around me right now, instead of my fingers. You’d be so hot, Kitten. Would you suck me up? Milk me dry with how much you wanted me?”
His words were setting off more fireworks between my legs. Prolonging the orgasm I didn’t want to end. I couldn’t bear the thought of him leaving this room.
“Yes, I want you to come inside me.”
“Fuck,fuck, Rija.” The image sent him over the edge. Thick white ropes spilled over his hand while he stroked himself. He didn’t take his eyes off me.
“I want to kiss you.”
I let the toy fall out of me. Clicked it off. We stared at each other. His words were bitter. Harsh and sour when we should have been sated and relaxed. I hated it, but I understood it. Regardless of how good I had just felt, I wantedhim. Not a vibrator. The aching, jealous feeling had been getting worse and worse lately.
“Tomorrow, Mal,” I whispered, setting the toy aside and sitting down to let my legs swing off the edge of the desk. I swallowed under the weight of his gaze.
“I’d loop that hair around my fist. Mouth on yours. Suck on your tongue.” His hand ran down his face. Eyes finally left mine, squeezing shut. “Clean you up. Hold you. Sleep with you in my arms.”
“Tomorrow, Cariño.”
He grimaced, his head hitting the back of the chair. His eyes raked over me as he wiped his other hand on his pants. He loved when I called him that.My sweetheart.The same thing my grandmother had called my grandfather before he passed.
“I hate this.” He stood, brushing against my legs.
“I’m sorry,” I whispered down at my lap. It was always like this now. One amazing thrill and then…the emptiness. I wanted him to kiss me. Hold me. As much as I loved him, I hated this, too.
“It’s not your fault, Kitten. Just a few more hours and then…” His hand hovered over my cheek. I wanted to feel it on my skin.
“Just a few more.”
He left, casting one last look backwards as he tucked himself back into his pants. I brushed my teeth and peeled out of my birthday outfit, opting for an extra-large T-shirt that said,“educated drug dealer”on the front and“nurse practitioner”on the back. My sheets were cold. My pillow wouldn’t bunch up the way I wanted it to. I couldn’t get rid of the prickly feeling in my chest.
It was ridiculous, I knew. We’d tell Sonia tomorrow. And then we’d be together. It was silly to be sad tonight. But I was.
My door opened softly.
“I thought, if I can’t be close to you tonight, maybe he could?”
Mal tipped a sleepy Sigmund onto my bed. The puppy pawed around for a moment before curling up in the crook of my shoulder, his little nose resting on my neck.
My eyes prickled, but this time, it had nothing to do with sadness.
