I use my free hand to shove her top up before dipping my face to her chest. Her body jolts hard when my mouth finds her nipple, sucking hard at the rosy peak as I stroke the slick folds between her thighs.
She writhes and sobs, dragging her hands over my shoulders as she seeks to anchor herself to me. I close my eyes and lose myself in the taste of her, rolling my tongue around a nipple until she’s panting, her body trembling.
She shatters, shaking as she comes. Her thighs try to close around my hand with no success. I nudge my thigh between hers, keeping them open as I stroke her through the shudders, dragging out the orgasm until she’s sobbing. And it’s my name on her lips. Her soft body pushes up against mine until whatever control I had snaps.
“Again,” I growl, moving down the couch to settle between her legs as I replace my thumb with my tongue. Her back arches off the couch with a sob, fingers digging into the cushion asI run my tongue through her folds, chasing the sweet taste of her arousal. And it’s intoxicating. My head swims as her flavor explodes on my tongue, and everything in me begs for more.
“W-what…oh God, what are you doing?” she cries when I clutch her ass in my hands and pull her closer to me, licking and kissing at her parted flesh. Hungry for her. She smells and tastes so fucking good, like peaches, sweet and tangy, and it goes straight to my cock.
I’m a man out of control, and I find that I don’t care. Her pleasure—I seek it, chase it. I crave it. The noises she makes only send me pushing deeper.
Mine.
“Matt,” she sobs, canting her hips when I lap at her clit. She grips my hair and tugs hard, lifting her pulsing flesh to my mouth and rolling her hips as she chases her release. She’s not going to last long. I can tell in the way her breath catches. The way her thighs tremble around my shoulders.
Mine.
The voice in my head is stronger this time, calling for me to claim a woman fate has no business letting me have. I don’t deserve her or her pleasure, but I seek it anyway. I drag my tongue over her quivering flesh and pray that she gives in to me. Only me. Her pleasure is mine. Only I am allowed to touch her this way.
I close my lips hard around her clit, possessive thoughts swirling in my mind as I suck at the swollen flesh, setting her off. She comes with a scream, tugging hard at my hair as she bucks on the couch. I keep my hungry mouth on her, drawing at her sensitive bud even as I watch her from between her legs, head tossed back and tits flushed as beautiful spasms roll through her.
Mine.
Louder and louder the voice gets. Firm too.
I watch her come apart until she’s heaving and shaking. Only then do I pull back, my thoughts dark and possessive as they take her in. She’s stunning, the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. I keep my eyes trained on her as I shove down my sweats, freeing my hard cock. I’m not going to last long, I can tell.
Those pretty eyes open and slowly dip to the erection in my grip before moving back to my eyes. “Can I?” she asks shyly, and all I can do is nod. I let out a groan when she takes me in her hand, blushing fiercely as she strokes my cock, those eyes locked on mine as they were the first day. “It’s so big.”
Goddamn it.
“Fuck,” I curse as I thrust into her grip, laying my hand over hers like I did the first day. I close my eyes when I feel an orgasm rising fast, my breathing turning labored. It takes three more strokes before I climax, unloading stripes of cum on her hand and thighs. I grunt as my muscles strain and release with pleasure for the next several seconds as I paint her with my release.
Mine.
Those pretty green eyes drop to the mess between us, and slowly, I watch as reality slips back into place. When they lift back to mine, it’s horror I read in her eyes. She releases me and scrambles back on the couch, her lips opening and closing but only a whimper comes out.
“Ashley.”
She bats my hand away when I reach for her. She’s breathing hard, working herself into a panic attack even as sheworks to right her clothes. “No one can know,” she whispers, fixing her bra then tugging her top over it. “You can’t tell anyone we did that. Promise me. Please.”
“Ashley.”
She winces at the stickiness between her thighs but simply tugs her scrub pants on and stands up. “I’ll lose my job if people find out I slept with a patient.” She grips her hair then releases it, turning to me. Her eyes plead. “Last time, I could pretend it didn’t mean anything. I told myself it was a mistake. I crossed a line once, but swore it would never happen again. But this—this wasn’t a mistake. This was me wanting to. And the board doesn’t care about the difference, Matt. They’d pull my license either way, but I’d know the difference. I’d know. Promise me, Matt.”
“No one will ever know.” My voice is rougher than I mean it to be. “Ashley—look at me. No one will know. Not from me. Not ever.”
And then my little rabbit runs out, leaving me breathing heavy and completely undone.
Chapter Five
Ashley
The digital clock on my nightstand glows in the dark, but I barely glance at it. If I do, I’ll see what time it is and curse myself for being a fool. It was ten when I left Matt’s place, eleven when I stormed into my grandparents’ house and ran to my room before they could see the state of my clothes. It was forty minutes later when I walked out of my bathroom after scrubbing my body and washing Matt’s cum off my thighs. But I couldn’t wash off the memory of his hands on my skin.
Of his lips…
Of the way he looked at me when he said no one will ever know. Like he meant it. Like he was already carrying it for me before I’d even finished asking.
