Page 34 of Lonely
Up close, Carter was taller and broader than I was. I felt small.
“Trust me,” he whispered, bracketing me in. “I know how soft and smooth women are. How arousing it is to have their tits swaying in your face, to hear their sweet little moans. But it’s not the same, is it? You always come back to men because they fight back.”
I gulped, my throat suddenly dry.
“You want to fuck me, Doctor? Fight me!”
My eyes flicked to the medicine cart in the corner of the room, but my attention soon returned to Carter, because he chuckled and shook his head.
“I’m not letting you shoot me full of sedatives again, just so you can overpower me.” He rolled his hips into me, his dick rubbing up against mine through our clothing. “You want me, Doctor? Fight me. Tackle me right now.”
I hesitated, weighing his words.
He was baiting me, pushing every one of my buttons. It was a trap and he relished every second of dangling the bait just out of reach.
Before I even knew what I was doing, I shoved him away and rammed my shoulder full force into his chest.
He toppled back and then retaliated with a punch to my face, sending me stumbling toward the window. He caught my shirt, yanked me close, and slammed me against the desk.
As he lunged again, I lifted my leg and drove my foot into his stomach. The moment he recoiled, I grabbed the desk phone and smashed it against his skull.
Blood trickled from a cut on his brow. He wiped it off, grinning that filthy smile. Then he charged, slamming me into the desk again.
My files went flying and a half-full cup of coffee crashed to the floor, splattering brown liquid everywhere. He grappledfor my wrists, but I slapped him hard across the face, and he laughed.
“Is that how you hit your mother? Come on, Doctor, you can hit better than that.”
I growled and drove my palm into his chin just as he wrapped his hands around my neck.
Damn, I was turned on beyond belief and felt alive in a way I didn’t think I’d ever been. None of the others had fought me like this.
They’d been so damn pliant. But Carter . . .
Carter was a beast. He was the aggressive stray that wouldn’t stop hissing or clawing no matter how many treats I fed him. All that was left was to beat him into submission, but he was stronger than me.
Stronger. Younger. More agile.
“You’re pathetic, Doctor. Maybe I should fuck you instead.”
With that, he flipped me onto my front like I weighed nothing, as though I wasn’t a fully grown man like him, and shoved my pants and briefs down.
I tried to elbow him in the face, but he overpowered me easily.
“Oh, Doctor, is this what she does?” he taunted, pinning my cheek to the desk with his forearm. “The pretty little nurse with the pert ass? Fucks you like the pathetic little scared boy you are. And you secretly like it. That’s why you seek out men to assert your power?” He let out a sharp, broken laugh, and I felt him shift his pants out of the way.
“Maybe it’s you who needs a shrink, after all?” His thick crown slid through my butt crack, and he pressed his forearm harder into the back of my neck.
My first time, and it was him of all fucking people. No one had ever had me like this. And if he thought this meant he’d won,he was dead wrong. I’d burn him for it. But fuck, the fight felt good. Too good.
He spat on his fingers and used them to wet both my back hole and the tip of his cock. Then he pressed forward, forcing his big cock inside me.
“You think I’ll be your little pet like the other patients here? Like your previous boy toys?”
He thrust hard, and I swallowed a pained grunt. “You better shoot me full of drugs, because I’ll end up on top every time, Doctor. I’m bigger, stronger, and far fucking hornier than you.”
He breathed hard, seated to the hilt inside me. I’d never felt smaller.
Not even Mother could make me feel this insignificant.
