By the time we reach my room, his shirt is hanging completely open.I run my hands over his chest and shoulders, slip my fingers beneath the fabric, and slide them down the length of his arms.I pause just to admire him, determined to drink him in and memorise every detail.
“How can you say you’re not perfect?”
“It’s just muscle,” he downplays as he unbuttons my shirt.“And I’m sure you’re hiding something interesting, too.”
He eases it off and pauses, eyes lifting to mine as his fingers glide slowly down my torso.Then he hooks them into the waistband of my trousers and tugs me against his marble chest.My hands roam over its sculpted lines, tracing his V-line before slipping into his jeans.
“Admit it — you used dinner as an excuse to take advantage of me.”
“You didn’t really think I just wanted to cook for you, did you?”
“I did.At least until you dragged me into your room.”
“Never underestimate a doctor.”
“Trust me, I won’t make that mistake again.”
I shove him towards the bed and let him fall back onto the mattress.I move closer and lie down beside him as his hand traces the line of my jaw.I lean in, my tongue finding his, our breaths tangling in the small space between us.Then Jamie rises and leans over me, flipping the situation upside down.His hand rakes across my abs, fingers dragging at my trouser buttons.
His mouth, breath, and tongue entrance me; I surrender to the moans that fill my head and vibrate down my spine.He slides his hand inside and feels my erection through my underwear.I groan as I move towards him: I want him to touch me; I want to see his hand wrapped around my cock.
I decide to speed things up and take this moment to the next level.I have admired his muscles, but now I want to see more.I want to finally touch him, to turn my embarrassing fantasy into a promising reality.
I stroke him through his jeans, then unzip them and slip my hand inside, past his briefs, my fingers wrapping around his shaft just as Jamie slips his hand beneath my underwear and grips me tightly.
The feeling of his bare skin nearly kills me — the heat, the movement, our mingled groans.
Jamie tears his mouth from mine, gasping for air.
“I want you naked.Now.I want to see you,” he demands.
Jamie stands and reaches for my trousers, sliding them off my legs and tossing them aside before returning to my underwear.His breath quickens as he hooks his thumbs into the waistband, then pauses — just long enough to make me arch upwards in anticipation.He strips them away in one single movement, exposing my erection, which springs free, flushed and straining towards him in the cool air of the bedroom.
“Fuck, Doctor.You hid yourself really well.”
I laugh, then I lift myself up too and grab the edge of his jeans.I pull them down along with his underwear, revealing him inch by inch.When they reach his ankles, he kicks them away.I sit on the bed, his cock stretching towards my face.I stroke it.It’s smooth and vigorous; I squeeze it, feeling it throb in response, then slide my hand from base to tip, watching his stomach muscles tense as I do.
“Fuck,” Jamie moans, standing in front of me.
I move my hand, feeling him grow and pulse in my palm.With my other hand, I caress his chest, tracing the ridges of muscle that tighten under my fingertips, then lower my mouth to his skin.His body trembles beneath my touch, goosebumps rising in the wake of my lips.I sink to my knees in front of him, my eyes never leaving his.His gaze burns into mine, dark with hunger, pupils blown wide with desire radiating between us, a wordless, desperate plea for my mouth on him.
I reach up and caress the swollen, velvet-smooth tip with my tongue, finally tasting him.Jamie exhales loudly, fingers tangling in my hair, and grips it harder.I run my tongue along him, and he squirms, as if only I can end his agony.I play with my lips around the tip, then part them slowly, and slide down the length of him.
“Doctor…”
He throws back his head, clutching my hair.I go up, then down, using a hand to guide my movements, grabbing his buttock with the other.
I do it.Again and again.I swallow him, taking him all the way in; each time it reaches my throat, Jamie sighs or curses or repeats my name in that breathless, broken way that makes my own arousal pulse harder.He releases my hair, his trembling fingers finding my shoulders instead, the pressure of his grip silently asking me to stand.I sit on the bed, then he makes me lie down.He drops to his knees on the mattress, his cock stretched towards my face; I rise immediately, hungry for him, to take him into my mouth again.I cup his buttocks with both hands, feeling the muscles flex beneath my palms as I pull him closer.
Jamie’s hips move with me, and I crave the moment when he’s completely in my grasp, clinging to the thrill of my touch and my mouth alone.He plunges in deeply, almost to the point of choking me, then pulls out.He keeps going, enjoying the feeling of my mouth wrapped around his cock, watching himself fill me up and then drain me out.
“For you, Doctor.It’s all for you.”
His thrusts swallow my groan, and in that instant, something in him snaps.He quickens, turns feral, his movements threaded with desperation.In his longing, there is only the blinding need to devour this moment — just the two of us.
I surge towards him, matching his rhythm, aching for his surrender.
“Doctor, I’m going to… Fuck.”
