He finally pushes off the doorway and takes a step into the bathroom.
“Like, getting me to make out with you in a gym locker room.”
“Hm. You didn’t seem to hate that, until someone almost caught us.”
He winces at that comment. “I was scared.” He pauses and wipes his sweaty forehead. “Let’s add that to my list of regrets.” He admits, looking away from me. I hold my breath, thinking he’s about to say he regretted us kissing. “I regret running from you, Margeaux. I wish I could say I ran because I didn’t want some other guy to see you in that way. That I didn’t want anyone else to hear your little moans when Itouched you. Cause you get so sensitive when I kiss you. You know that, Beautiful?”
“And now? You still scared?” I ask.
“Terrified,” he admits.
My thin black panties– effectively drenched.
“What else, Doc?” I swallow a nervous gulp, loving his possessive dirty talk.
“The truth is, Beautiful, the moment I saw you that first night at the bar, I was a goner for you. There’s just something about you. I can’t look away. And I instinctively hate any other man who looks at you. Who tries to touch you.”
This man has me unraveling.
“You saying I’m yours or something, Doc?” I do my best to sound bratty and tease him like I don’t already know the answer to this question.
“I don’t know if you’re mine. But I can say with absolute honesty and certainty, that I am so fucking yours, Margeaux.”
I’m not sure who moves first but his arms are around my waist and mine are around his neck. The kiss is deep and powerful. Jon may not be a big guy, but he’s strong where it matters. His hands dance up and down my back, not caring that I’m dripping with sweat. I tug the neck of his boring, yet sexy, sweater. I toss it to the side and take in his lean torso that’s peppered in dark hair. I can’t help but run my fingers through it, appreciating how rough and manly his chest feels. His lips are back on me, and he lightly tugs my bottom lip.
“Mnnnh. Fuck,” I moan.
He kisses my neck, and my knees melt for him. Am I about to let Doctor Jon fuck me in my too-small bathroom? “Face the mirror, beautiful.”
Oh, hell the fuck yes. Nice to meet you, Dirty Doc.
He slides his hands up to the hem of my sports bra and I cringe thinking of how sweaty it must feel, but he doesn’t bat an eyelash. He shoves the restrictive fabric upwards, and I lift my arms. It’s cute that the tips of his fingers don’t reach my hands when they’re stretched overhead. I shimmy my bra the rest of the way and hear it smack against the tile floor.
“Now these,” he says as he hooks his fingers into my panties. I flex my hip and lift my right leg, and he slides the thin cotton off one ankle and then the next.
His eyes drink up every inch of me and I’m feeling a sudden rush of shyness.
“You’re so beautiful.” He traces his fingers up my thigh, keeping his touch light as he continues over my navel, and finally up to my tits where he barely grazes my pierced nipples. I arch into him, my low back pressing against the porcelain pedestal sink.
He moves his hands to my hips and puts opposing pressure on them. I spin around and see him looking over my shoulder at our reflection in the mirror. He grabs both my tits and gently massages them, pinching my nipples between his fingers.
“I could play with these all day,” he rasps, applying more pressure to my nipples and I feel myself dripping between my thighs.
I bend over the sink, pushing my ass against his crotch, which is still covered in corduroy.Fucking corduroy!
“Doc, you have one minute to lose those pants and show me that thick dick, or I’m kicking you out and taking a very cold and lonely shower.”
“So impatient,” he teases, giving my right ass cheek a playful swat.
I hear him quickly unbuckling and unzipping his pants. At least he isn’t trying to test me. I’m dead serious that I need this guy so badly.
“Condom?” he asks. His fingers glide between my thighs and he finds my clit, giving it soft pressure in circular motions.
“Oooh. Mmmm. I’m on the pill,” I moan wishing his finger would move a little faster.
“Still…”
“You saying I’m a dirty girl, Doc?” I meet his eyes in the mirror. He keeps playing with my clit, getting me even wetter.
