He groans, forehead dropping to my shoulder for a second like he's gathering himself. Then his hand slides down, cupping me over my jeans, the heel of his palm pressing firm against my clit.
"Oh God!" I cry out, my hips jerking.
"Here?" he asks, flicking his wrists up and down and adding, "This little cunt needs attention?"
"Yes!"
His lips move over my ear. Tingles pop up under his breath. His tongue grazes my lobe as he speaks, "Do I need to do a full examination?"
"Please," I beg, closing my eyes from dizziness and swallowing hard.
He tightens his grip behind me on my wrists until I arch my back. "That's a good patient," he coos, and the other hand pops the button on my jeans. Then he drags the zipper down with agonizing patience. He shifts his hips, his erection hitting my soaked panties through his pants, and I shiver.
"Red!"
His fingers trace the wet satin, following the seam of my folds through the fabric. "So fucking drenched for me. Even when you're furious, your pussy still knows who it belongs to, doesn't it?"
I spread my thighs wider, an invitation and a challenge, agreeing, "Yes. It belongs to you, Dr. Mercer."
He hooks the crotch of my panties aside and strokes through my slickness, spreading it up over my clit.
My head falls back, and my mouth opens on a silent scream. I blink hard, trying to keep my vision, but everything is blurry.
"Look at me," he orders softly.
I move my head forward. He slowly comes into view.
Black, hungry eyes meet mine, but there's also a tenderness so fierce, it almost hurts more than the want. He circles my clit with slick fingertips. "You're allowed to feel good. You're allowed to come apart. You're allowed to need this. Now say it, Bluebird."
"I'm—" My voice breaks as he slips one finger inside, slow, stretching me open.
"Oh God! Red!"
"Say it!" he barks.
"I'm allowed," I blurt out.
"Good." A second finger joins the first, curling just right.
A violent shudder surges through me.
"Again," he orders.
"I'm allowed to need you." The words come out on a sob.
"What part of me are you allowed to need?" he pushes, rubbing his erection against my thigh.
"Your cock."
"What do you want my cock to do?" he asks, flicking his tongue over my lobe.
"To fuck me until I can't think about anything except how deep you are."
His breath hisses out. "Jesus, Blue."
He pumps his fingers slowly, thumb working my clit in lazy circles. Every stroke drags against a spot that makes my toes curl inside my boots.
I beg, "Take off your pants. I want to feel all of you."
