Page 5 of Will See You Now
I cleared my throat, shuffling my body to sit up, swinging my legs over the edge of the table. They felt stiff, but I was otherwise okay from my awkward snooze. Dr. Sterling was up and beside me in an instant, his hands fisted at his side like he was resisting reaching over.
For a moment, we remained in heavy silence. Then it was like something snapped in him again, and he relaxed his fist and brought his fingers up to my hair, running them through the strands, pushing them off my face. He said, “We need to talk.”
“Yeah,” I agreed in a soft voice, still a little spacey, as I turned my face into his palm. The tension on his features was hard to decipher, but I could see the tenderness there. He’s gone down on me until I’d passed out. I supposed that leveled a certain amount of intimacy…
For a long time, we stared at each other’s faces, willing the other to speak first. I memorized his features, studied the furrow of his brow, the cupid’s bow of his pink lips, the way the stubble on his cheeks grew… I wanted to know it all, craved it. The trepidation showing in his lack of words had me muted, afraid of what was going to come next.
We both took in a breath like we were about to speak, then paused for the other to start. At last, I broke. “What time is it?” I asked, trying not to wince. I’d been asleep on his table for fuck knows how long, and it hadn’t been the end of the day. From the brief flicker of surprise, he hadn’t expected me to ask.
“You’ve only slept for about 10 minutes. We’re lucky it’s my lunch break,” he told me, dropping his hand and sinking down next to me on the table. Where my legs swung, his feet planted on the floor.
“You changed quick.”
He laughed. “I always have spares. It’s not the first time I’ve gotten… messy.”
My eyes widened. He hadn’t…? Noticing my shock, he spluttered. “No! Not like that. Fuck, no. Uh, that’s the first —” He took in a deep breath and grabbed my hand. “I’ve never even thought about doing… that, to a patient. Before you, I mean. Never.”
Our eyes locked again, and that thing bubbling between us, fighting and writhing to reach for the other, clawed out. My body clenched. I was still half-naked, just the paper gown and a thin blanket over my thighs, my skin still on fire. He was so close. Fuck, I wanted to lean in closer.
“Do you have any more patients today?” I asked.
He nodded.
“How long?”
Struggling to tear his gaze away from mine, he tipped his face towards the clock before breaking it, his eyes sliding away with mischief and apprehension. “20 minutes. Why?”
I wanted to do something for him, to show him it was more to me, that I craved him, too.
“Well, Doctor, it’s only fair if I give you a little… cross examination.” I stood up and moved between his legs, trying not to wobble.
He looked curious, fighting a smirk. “That’s lawyer speak. I’m a doctor.”
I shrugged with mock innocence, hoping he’d play along. “You’ve made me come twice now. I want to repay you.”
Silence descended again once I moved my hands to his belt buckle. I stilled there, waiting for the okay. That war beneath his gaze was so damn sexy. I wanted to see him break.
“Knees,” he said at last.
Four
Dr. Sterling
Hereyesglittered—I didn’t know if it was the almost taboo nature of our connection, but I felt energy buzzing from her, as it was from me.
I didn’t even give a fuck anymore. A gorgeous woman, one I felt a strange link with despite our lack of words, she asks to suck your cock and you refuse? No. You let her suck.
Harper — Miss Walton — lowered to her knees with a shiver and a massive grin across her lips. Fuck, she looked good gazing up at me through those damp eyelashes. I wanted to make her face stream with tears, stain her with streaks of mascara in rivers down her cheeks.
I tilted her chin up, tempted to squeeze around her throat. “Unbuckle my belt,” I demanded, lifting my hips a fraction. She obliged, opening my pants and tugging them below my ass cheeks, bringing my underwear down too. My cock sprang free and slapped her across the forehead. It was hard for her already — had been since that first lick — and wet with pre-cum at the tip, like it was straining for her.
She licked her lips and opened her mouth.
“Wait,” I said, leaning over her to my tray stand, grabbing my stethoscope.
She looked at me with curiosity, her eyes jumping from my face to my hand to my cock.
“Open,” I said, voice softer. Her lips parted wide, her tongue poked out, and I slid my cock along it, enjoying the rough heat without going past her lips. While I let her tongue tease me, I reached behind her and grasped both her hands, using the stethoscope to bind them together. I wrapped the black tube around her wrists, yanking tight and knotting again. It wasn’t the most effective, but it would do. She couldn’t get free. I wanted to pull tighter, constrict her blood flow a little… another time.
