He bit down harder, staring up at me in a challenge. “Now what did we agree on, Sloane? I’m in charge here.”
Holy shit. I trembled from how damn hot his voice was, his tone, his bossy attitude.
Every nerve in my body was lit from his hands. His mouth. The way he kissed up my jaw and over my throat like he wanted to taste every second of my surrender.
I was already nodding, already arching into him, every thought shredded except the way his thumb swept along my hip. I could feel him—everywhere. In my head. On my skin. Underneath every shaky breath I tried to take.
And when he pulled back enough to look at me again, to hold my gaze like this wasn’t just lust, wasn’t just heat—it was something deeper, something that mattered—I almost fell apart then.
He dragged a hand down my side, tugging the bottom of my suit until it fell open. “That’s it. Show me everything. Now spread your legs and let me admire you.”
I lay there, completely naked and spread wide, yet there wasn’t the familiar feelings of shame or nervousness. Not with the way Oliver stared at me with blown pupils and longing coming out of every pore. He dragged his teeth over his bottom lip, releasing a deep sound, almost like a growl as he gripped my thighs.
“You’re so fucking wet already. Look at you.” He dragged one finger over my slit, swirling over my clit for a second before he moaned. Between the sound he made and the teasing of his finger on me, I bucked on the desk, making it creak. “I’d carry you to the bed, but I’m not done admiring you. I’m taking my time tonight to lock in every memory.”
“Oh my god,” I whispered, completely overcome with how hot and different this was for me. I felt like I was out of my body, watching this happen like I was someone else. Oliver pulled up the desk chair, sat down, and scooted my ass to the edge of the desk as he dragged his tongue over my inner thigh. “Holy shit,” I cried out.
“That’s my woman. Show me what you like.” He bit my skin, then sucked it. His hands gripped my thighs so hard, I was sure I’d have fingerprints tomorrow, but I wanted them. I wanted his fingerprints and marks all over me. “So responsive. I know I’ll easily become addicted to your reactions.”
He spread my pussy with his thumbs, then, without warning, dragged his tongue over my most sensitive area. I arched my back, almost blind with pleasure, as he sucked my clit into his mouth. I was so turned on I couldn’t see. My ears rang, and my skin beaded with sweat and want and desire for this delectable specimen of a man. “Oliver, oh my, god,” I moaned, reaching for his hair when he stilled and glanced up at me with my moisture on his mouth. “Wh-what?”
“You’re going to hold onto the table and not move. Only when you come, you can touch me. Got it?”
He didn’t wait for an answer before his mouth was back on me, his tongue moving in rhythm as he ate me out with everything he had. I’d never had anyone pay this much attention to me in oral, ever. Every flick of the tongue was intentional, every suck or nip was meant to draw out pleasure, and I was completely toast. My skin prickled, and my pulse was so high, my vision blurred. “Oliver, I’m… I’m burning… I need…”
“I tell you what you need, greedy girl.” He thrust his tongue inside me, groaning so hard that the vibration gave me the extra stimulation I needed to fall apart.
This wasn’t a typical orgasm of a slow burn pleasure that started in my core and took its time spreading through my limbs. This was like one small wave, then another, then a bomb of ecstasy. I smashed my head against the desk as I cried out, arching my back and finally gripping his hair to hold onto something. “Ohmygod, ohmygod!”
Oliver never stopped. He hummed and sucked and thrust, holding my hips down as I rode out the pleasure. I had no ideahow much time passed, but when I came down from the orgasm, I found him staring at me with awe.
“You are fucking exquisite, Sloane. Taste yourself. See how fucking perfect you are.” Then he cupped the back of my neck and slammed his mouth to mine at the same time he wrapped my legs around his waist.
I kissed him back, sucking his tongue and blushing at the musky taste of my own pleasure. I’d never in my life had anyone request this of me, and I wanted more. This was better than any scene in a book, and when he picked me up and tossed me onto the bed, I yelped. “Oliver?—”
“Shh,” he said, grinning as he slid his boxers down and stood near the end of the bed. His cock stood straight, rigid, massive, perfect, and veiny. I swallowed hard, imaging how he’d feel sliding inside me, then he pumped himself a few times. “You are better than any fantasy I could dream up, Sloane.”
I blushed at the realness to his words. They lit me up, turned me on, and made me want things I had no business wanting.Just tonight.I repeated my mantra and pushed up on my elbows, taking my time eyeing his body. “You’re perfect. You don’t seem real.”
“Did I say you could speak?” he winked while he said it, then laughed. “Okay, that was too far. Tell me again how hot I am, honey. It makes my cock harder.”
I swallowed, hard, and took a shuddering breath as I watched him stroke himself. There was something so sexy about seeing his massive hand wrapped around his massive cock, each pass of his fist bringing him pleasure while he stood there watching me. “I’ve never been this attracted to anyone in my life.”
“Mm, tell me more about that while I get you ready to take me.” He let go of his cock and moved onto the bed, kneeling so he was over me but not putting weight on me. He held his fingersup to my mouth, his eyes completely dark and blown out with lust. “Suck my fingers, get them wet.”
I did as he asked, squirming as heat coiled in my gut again.
“Such a good doctor.” He grinned, then slid two fingers inside me. “You’re so tight, but you’re gonna take me so well. I know it.”
“Oliver,” I moaned, biting my lip as his fingers curled at the end. “I don’t… I don’t have a condom with me.”
His fingers stilled but not for long. He bent down and sucked my nipple quick, then kissed my mouth. He kissed me for a minute, each stroke of his tongue matching the pace of his fingers inside my pussy, and I was a hot, panting, needy mess again. “I can get you off ten times without my cock, and while I joked about being in control, this one is your call. You’ve seen my health tests.”
“I have seen them, and everything’s clear.” I swallowed, staring up at his wide, heated gaze. “I have an IUD and haven’t been with anyone in… a while.”
Years, but I didn’t want to share that.
Oliver’s gaze darkened as his grip on me tightened, almost like he was barely holding in his restraint. “Sloane, trust me when I say this.” He cleared his throat, brought his free hand up to my neck, and ran his thumb over my bottom lip. “There is nothing in the world I want more than to fuck you bare.”
