I squeeze his buttocks, feeling the muscles tense like marble beneath my fingertips, pushing him down several times until his breathing stutters.I hear him let out a long, guttural moan and then release himself in hot pulses against my tongue and down my throat.
As his breathing slows, he eases back.Leaning to the side, he lets his hand wander along my jaw, his thumb tracing the curve of my lips.I part them without thinking as he slips his thumb into my mouth, then pulls away and drags it across my lower lip, watching me like he’s desperate to feel my mouth on him again.
“It’s not just your hands, Doctor,” he murmurs, his voice still thick with want.
“I’ve plenty more… ah… hidden skills,” I say.
“I can’t wait to see what else you’ve been hiding from me.”
Chapter35
Jamie
Ilie beside him, still shivering in the afterglow of my orgasm.My fingertips trace the defined lines of his abdomen as I admire his perfect body.
“Do you train in secret?”I ask.
“I run sometimes.When I was younger, I did athletics.”
“When you were younger?”
“I mean, when I was a kid.”
My fingers go further down; I caress his erection, trace its outline before wrapping my hand around the velvet-hard length.The Doctor’s chest rises sharply, a flush spreading across his collarbones.
“You don’t have to,” he says, turning to me.
“I want to.”
I move my hand with deliberate slowness, savouring the contrast between the silken skin and rigid firmness beneath.I want to feel everything — the heat of him, the veins swelling under my grip.The Doctor’s breathing grows laboured, his eyes half-lidded but never leaving my hand as I torment him with unhurried strokes.The muscles in his thighs tense with anticipation, waiting for what comes next.
I push myself up and lean over his mouth.tracing the full curve of his bottom lip with my tongue before slipping between them into welcoming heat.He responds instantly, his tongue dancing with mine as his fingers tighten in my hair.I break away to explore the column of his neck, my teeth grazing the sensitive hollow where his pulse hammers.I taste salt and warmth as I trail bites down his chest, pausing at his nipple to circle it with my tongue and feel it harden beneath the wet heat.
“Oh, God…” The Doctor groans as he moves across the bed, involuntarily pushing his hips up.
I continue to go down slowly, savouring his skin and breathing in his scent; when I reach his cock, I guide it closer to my waiting mouth.I look at the Doctor, his hungry eyes on me, losing nothing of what I’m doing to him.I massage the tip with my thumb, spreading the wetness there.The Doctor inhales sharply and holds that breath, and somehow I find myself holding mine too.
Without breaking eye contact, I part my lips and take him into the wet heat of my mouth.
“Holy fucking…”
I hold his cock firmly in my hand as I push it into my mouth, as far as I can and even more.
I want to feel him, his taste, mixed with his breath, his moaning, his desire that pulses now also inside me and that I want to release.
I continue to take and suck him, caressing his hip.I want the Doctor to remember this night, my taste on his tongue, my mouth on him.
And I want him to think about it every fucking day of his life.
His hands in my hair, caressing and unsettling it.He doesn’t push me against him, nor does he move his hips towards me.He lies on the bed, helpless, utterly lost in the moment, the warmth of my mouth claiming him.
He is enjoying it and wants to do it completely.
And I am the one who will give him everything he wants.
I go down deep, nearly suffocating as his cock hits the back of my throat, the salty tang of pre-cum coating my tongue.I don’t mind; the light-headed rush excites me, and my own erection stiffens against my thigh, blood pulsing hot beneath sensitive skin.
I instinctively bring a hand between my legs, wrapping fingers around my aching hardness, while I continue to suck the Doctor’s cock.
