Page 45 of Psychotic Obsession
"Yep." He smiles, bringing my head back to him, kissing me once more. He breaks away from it just as fast, breathless, backing me up against a table and lifting me onto it, settling between my legs. "My good doctor needs to go out with a bang, right?"
I feel myself getting wet between my legs. This feels so...forbidden. It is, and it's making me even more turned on.
My heart needs to figure out a way to stop beating irregularly, threatening to blow through my chest–the intensity rushing through me while Tobias kisses down my neck, slowly unbuttoning my shorts, has me starving for his touch.
"Can we really do this here?" I ask, breathlessly trying to unzip his suit at the back, watching as it drops to the floor, revealing his toned body, his powerful shoulders and back. I quickly peek at my watch as I sit on the metal table, and my eyes widen at the time. "We only have fifteen minutes."
He ignores my words, pulling my body to his and kissing me harder. One of his hands runs up my spine until he reaches my neck, clamping his palm around my nape. With each swipe of histongue over mine, every bite on my lip, I feel myself pooling, my panties definitely soaked.
The coolness of this room is replaced with a furnace, a scorching inferno, the heat engulfing me as Tobias continues to ravage me, gripping me, tilting his head to the side to deepen the passionate kiss.
"My doctor," he drawls, leaning his forehead against mine as we both take deep breaths. "I'm going to miss staring at your ass around here."
I try to hide my smirk, but it's pointless. "Then maybe you shouldn't be looking in the first place."
Grinning, he bites his lip, running both hands up and down my sides, electricity running through me from his touch. "I can't help it; you're beautiful. I'm still clueless as to why you would even want me."
"What is that supposed to mean?" I ask, wrapping my arms around his neck tighter. "Should I not want you?"
“I’m not your type.”
“And how would you know what my type is?” she counters.
He shrugs, placing a soft kiss to my lips. "If you were smart, you wouldn't let me anywhere near you."
Tilting my head, I glare at him, my eyes narrowed to slits. "I am smart."
“Debatable. Depending on how this ends, you might need to run.”
The smile grows on my face. “What happens if I run from you?”
“I’ll hunt you down, Doctor,” he says, pushing hair behind my ear. “Because you’re mine.”
I let out a laugh and push his chest. "We only have fifteen minutes, Tobias," I repeat, crossing my ankles behind him to pull him back into me, the cold steel table beneath me doingabsolutely fuck all to ease the fire running through my core. “Do something.”
He pulls away from me, his sea blues searching my face as he ponders his next move. "Hmm," he hums, nudging my cheek with his nose so I move my head to the side, allowing him access to drag wet kisses down my throat. “Do something,” he repeats. “And what exactly do you want me to do?”
I feel myself aching for him, every nerve in my body exploding from the feel of his mouth on my sensitive skin. "I...I don't know," I stutter. "Anything."
He brings his hand between us, heat rising up my spine the lower he drops it. "Do you want me to touch you?" He nibbles on my earlobe, and I can't hold in the strangled whimper any longer, nodding quickly. I can feel him smiling against my neck as he finally dips his hand between my legs and runs his finger up my slit, making my legs tense around his body.
"Always so wet for me, Doctor," he purrs in my ear, gently gliding his finger over my entrance. He continues to spread my arousal, barely touching my clit as he glides over it.
Moving his face to mine, he bites my bottom lip, making me softly moan into his mouth with each stroke. I grit my teeth as he shoves two fingers inside of me, finding a rhythm that nearly pushes me over the edge within seconds.
"Can you feel what you do to me?" He presses his hardness against my inner thigh, groaning against my lips when I palm him through his black boxers. He drops his head to my shoulder when I dip my hand in and start to pump, twisting my wrist as I reach the tip.
Quickly, he pulls away from me, grabbing my hips and flipping me on the steel table, making me shriek in surprise. He stretches my hands out in front of me to grip the edge of the table, kissing my neck as his body leans over me.
With me bent over at the waist, he tugs down my shorts and tights to my ankles, making me pant, anticipating his touch.
He kicks my legs open wider and positions himself as I eagerly wait, trying to control my breathing, my eyes rolling at the anticipation.
I flinch as I feel something wet hit my ass, tensing all over as he pushes his thumb against my hole. My mouth drops open, and I grip the table as he eases the tip of his thumb into my ass.
“I’m not going to be gentle,” he tells me, pulling his thumb out and lining his cock up with my entrance, rubbing the tip through my arousal.
Just as I feel his head pushing into me, a sound buzzes from his costume heaped on the ground. "You've got to be kidding me," he swears, keeping a grip on one of my hips as he leans over to grab his phone, pressing it to his ear, using his shoulder to keep it in place while he straightens back up behind me.
