Page 54 of Bad Medicine
I couldn’t speak—could hardly breathe—as I watched him haul my leggings down my thighs, using his foot to get them all the way down to the floor. When they were pooled around my ankles, he stepped back, putting distance between us that I absolutely hated, as he stared at me.
Feeling bold, I crossed my arms over my belly, drawing the shirt up and over my head, throwing it on the floor as I then waited for Rocco’s reaction.
Up until this point, it hadn’t occurred to me to be self-conscious, but watching him watching me, I was suddenly shy.
What did he see when he looked at me? Did he see the stretch marks? The shadowy lines that indicated that for nine months, my body hadn’t been my own. That I had grown an entire human inside me and it meant I was different—probably much different—than any of the other women he had been with.
But as he stood there, jeans half-way down his ass, one hand again stroking his cock, staring at me in nothing but a pair of black panties, I didn’t see judgment. I didn’t see disgust or even a hint of disappointment.
No, what I saw on Rocco’s face as he looked at me half naked was pure animalistic hunger.
And I wanted more of it.
“Touch ‘em,” he said, removing his own shirt in a careless flurry.
Sexy.
He was so freaking sexy, I couldn’t believe it. The man was perfection, his beautiful, muscular chest looking spectacular in the low light of my darkened hallway. As my eyes trailed up from his incredible hips, the vee there so sharp it could probably cut glass, passing over the teasing ridges of a well defined six-pack, I was once again caught off guard to find another piercing, this time in one nipple. A silver barbell, similar to the other two he had already shown me.
I wanted to taste this one, too.
“Mia.” His sharp voice sliced into my blatant assessment of his impressive physique, and I raised my chin and met his eyes. “Touch your tits, Mia. Show me what you like.”
I’d never been with a man like Rocco. Never been with someone who was as sure of himself sexually as this man was. But I was starting to realize I had been missing out, because the things that his words, his tone, were doing to my body should probably be illegal. I was on fire, his every demand, his every look and dirty word, feeling like an electric shock to my system, and I wanted to drown in that feeling forever.
Raising my hands, I placed my palms over both my breasts, squeezing them gently at first, then harder, pressing them together and digging my fingers into my own flesh as he stared, licking his lips while he watched me work.
“That’s right, Doc,” he growled, reaching one hand into the back pocket of his sagging jeans and pulling out his wallet. Once he had retrieved the condom he was after, he dropped the wallet on the floor with the rest of the debris we were leaving behind. “Work those titties for me. Make ‘em dance.”
“Shit,” I hissed, feeling like he had just stroked directly over my clit, when he hadn’t even touched me. “Rock, please.”
“It’s nice to hear you beg, Doc,” he said, rolling the condom slowly over his cock, and I stared, fascinated, as I watched him navigate the piercings like a pro.
Which, of course, he was. Rocco was a pro ateverythingsex.
“Begging for what you want me to give you. But, are you ready to receive it?”
I nodded, squeezing my breasts even harder, not caring that I might give myself bruises. In fact, I think I wanted them. I wanted to be reminded of this moment, this one solitary place in time, when I was the sole focus of a man like Rocco. A man who could change the course of someone’s life with sex alone.
But of course, my frantic nod wasn’t enough for Rocco.
“Ah-ah, Doc,” he said, pressing against me again. I could feel every hot, hard inch of him, from my knees to my forehead, where he pressed his lips in a gentle kiss, so incongruent to everything else he was doing, but that only made it that much more tantalizing. “What are the rules? I want the words.” Looking down at me, he smiled, his fingers tugging my panties down over my hips so they landed on the floor on top of my leggings before I kicked the pile of my discarded clothes to the side. “You give me what I want, and I promise to do the same.”
“Fuck me,” I said without preamble. “Fuck me, now.”
With a growl, Rocco reached down, hooking one hand behind my knee and drawing it up high, opening me wide for him to access. Letting go of one breast, I steadied myself on his shoulder, gasping when I felt the broad head of his cock pressed against my entrance. He paused, his eyes searching mine for a moment, and I had to look away at the emotion I saw roiling within him.
I was too much of a coward to consider what it could mean.
Instead, I pressed my face against his collarbone, taking a deep breath before I snapped my head back again.
“Rock,” I said on a whisper, and he just waited for me to speak. “Rock, you smell sogood.”
He laughed softly.
“Just for you, Doc.”
And with that, he thrust home.
