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I bit my lip waiting for his response, and hoping he didn’t take it the wrong way.
Torch:Damn. I was just desperate to sink my cock into you. Guess I could get you a beer at some point. Question though – does feeding you my cock count as ‘dining’?
I literally felt myself clench inside at his words, because even without hearing his voice saying them, I felt like he’d just whispered them in my ear. My god. This man could turn me on without even trying. Before I could respond, he messaged again.
Torch:Wait… terrible things? Don’t you mean fucking awesome things?
Oh my god, was it normal to want to touch yourself just while texting a man like this? I was already wet, and I knew that without having to check, because a woman knows her damn body.
Me:I’d need to try them again to make an informed choice, Mr North.
Was the name too much? The phone rang in my hand before I could fret about my choice of words any longer, and it was Torch calling me, so I answered and warily lifted the phone to my ear.
“I can’t groan in a text, but fuck me, I groaned when you called me Mr North. I could almost hear your bossy doctor voice, and it made me so fucking horny.”
Thank god it wasn’t just me, getting aroused by this conversation, when I probably really shouldn’t be.
“You can’t really get tone of voice from a text message though, can you?”
This time I heard the groan that he’d wanted to portray before.
“So boss me around, doc. Tell me I’m a bad boy or something. Make it real bossy.”
I hesitated for a second, because it was almost difficult to bring that side of me out again, now that I knew Torch better.
“Doc? I’m waiting here, cock in hand. Get me off with that bossy doc voice of yours.”
The bastard! He was ahead of me, but that wouldn’t be the case for long. I put the call on speaker and rested the phone beside me.
“Can you hear me, Mr North?”
Torch groaned again. “Fuck yeah, doc. Don’t you just wanna get naked and bend over for me, gorgeous?”
“I won’t tolerate that kind of harassment, Mr North,” I gasped out, as I slid my fingers inside my trousers and touched myself over my underwear. It wasn’t enough, so I pulled them back out and undid the trousers, pushing them apart, so I could reach inside my underwear easily, to stroke over my heated pussy lips.
“Is it really harassment if I mean every word, doc? What if I just wanna get some doctorly help with this rock hard boner you got me sporting?”
Oh god. I wanted it inside me, like before. I shoved two fingers deep inside myself, starting to fuck myself with them as roughly as I thought he would. A ragged moan escaped me, and I froze, my breath held in desperate fear, so afraid that he had overheard me.
“You getting off too, doc? That’s hot as fuck. You know I’d finger-fuck you like a savage, right? You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Big rough biker fingers deep in that sweet hot pussy of yours?” I knew what he wanted, as much as I wanted to sigh and beg him for that. I wished he was here with me right now, to do to me exactly what he was talking about.
“I’ll thank you not to act so inappropriately around me, Mr North. I’m… I’m your physician, and I… I deserve your resp… respect!”
“Whoa, sounds like you’re having trouble getting words out right now, doc. Could that be because you’re moist as fuck, picturing me riding you hard with my big bad boy biker cock? I’d fuck you so hard, we’d break your posh little fucking bed.”
I paused, taken out of the moment by his comment.
“You don’t like my bed?”
Torch chuckled, then let out a low groan.
“Babe, don’t kill the moment. We’re getting it on right now. Your bed’s fine. All your posh stuff is just fine. It’s just gonna get all dirty when I fuck you on absolutely everything that’ll hold our weight.”
Eighteen
Everythinghadgonetoplan so far, my little spat with Micro in the bar keeping everyone busy long enough for us to tussle with each other, eventually sitting laughing it off with a couple of beers, while I carefully watched every other fucker in that place, for my own peace of mind.
Micro was the only one I was sure I could trust, because we were tight, but some of these others, I’d never really bonded with. Either they disapproved of me in some way, or I found them boring as fuck. I swear, when I joined a club, I expected more crime, more violence, and less sitting around drinking beer. Still, I had to admit that I loved the club, or at least I had, until I ended up wearing a knife in my back.
