Page 30 of Fixation
The ghost of her breasts, the shape of where her nipples peaked. It’s basically etched in fabric, vivid as if she were standing right in front of me.
I know exactly how it looks on her. I’ve tracked her on more than a few jogs.
Every route, every pace, every glance over her shoulder is burned into my memory.
In my defense, she needed me there to protect her while she was on her own.
New York isn’t the safest place.
My mouth opens on its own, triggered by the memory of her sweat-slick skin.
“Fuck.” I press my lips back together. My teeth gnash as blood pumps in my veins.
I’m not just hard anymore. Not just throbbing. Precum dampens my boxers.
No amount of self-loathing will solve this. Jerking off with her sports bra is a necessity. It’s the only way to bleed off enough of this hunger so I don’t lose control when I’m around her.
The only solution for my predicament.
I’m obligated, as her doctor, to be as professional as I can.
For her, I shove down my scrubs, freeing my cock.
I wrap myself in her bra, pretending it’s Harper’s small palm around me. Imagining that the fabric of her sports bra is her soft hand around my lungs.
“You feel so good, Harper.” I lean on her washing machine, my head bowed low as I fuck my fist. “Such a good girl.”
I always praise her when I get off. When I watch her, I wish I were inside her, telling her that I need to fill her up with my cock.
With my babies.
But this is what I have to work with. So instead of growling it to Harper, I whisper here, in her basement. “Good girl, take it,” I say. “You were made for me.”
She can’t hear me yet, but she will.
Shewill.
Images of Harper flash before my eyes.
The thick waves of her hair. Her delicate fingers against my chest. They’re calloused, though it hardly shows. Even that part of her is softened. Beautiful. Inviting.
I fuck my hand harder. Jerking my hips as if I’m rutting into my sweet patient’s pussy. As if I’m making her wet. Making her soak my cock.
More. I call for more memories of her plump lips and how they rested on my collarbone. The shape of her breasts.
Another pulse of precum leaks from my throbbing head. I rub it over her sports bra and go back to thrusting.
That’s how I’ll fuck her mouth. Deep, brutal, relentless.
That’s how hard I’ll go when I claim her pussy. Her ass. When I fuck the tight space between her breasts.
She’ll have her hand curled around my dick, and I’ll help her.
I’ll roll my hips. Thrust. Jerk into her.
“Yes. That.” I’ll teach her what I like, after learning about her pleasure points. What makes her come the hardest. “Good girl. Just like that.”
We’ll have that. We will.
