Would You Ever Have Sex at Work? (Dr. Love, Pt. 2)
“What do you want?” I whispered.
“You’re not helping,” he said before I slipped my tongue back between his succulent lips and we got swept up in another long kiss.
“This could go so wrong in so many ways,” he said, between passionate pecks.
He smiled and my thighs grew warm, and at the center I felt myself begin to ache. I leaned into him, my breasts pushing against his chest and began unbuckling his belt as his lips and tongue wandered over and around my neck.
His hands were on my breasts, teasing my nipples as I undid his slacks. He pushed off his white coat and pulled up my hospital gown, pulling it over my head. He devoured my breasts, his tongue expertly caressing each supple mound. He kissed my bare flesh between the tops of my thighs, inhaling my scent.
Dr. Daniels slid two fingers under the edge of my lower lips and pressed gently, anticipating my reaction. I squirmed, squeezing my thighs and slowly thrust my pelvis down against his hand as he rubbed over my clit. It was only a matter of time before his fingers were glistening wet. He touched them to my lips and I opened my mouth willingly, taking them in, sucking and licking as he watched.
His hard shaft eagerly accepted as I wrapped both hands around it and set about a blissful rhythm of pushing and pulling with just the right amount of pressure. The skin was hot and smooth; the head wide and firm. All I could think as I finally held his girth in my hand was, “Yes, fuck me with this, please.”
As if he could hear my thoughts, Dr. Daniels lifted me off the floor and carried me to the bed.
“Open your legs,” he said.
I followed his command and he quickly unbuttoned his shirt, tossing it into the corner. He ran his hand over my breasts, down my stomach and in between my legs, pushing two fingers into me before he bent his head down and covered my sex with his mouth. Within seconds he had my clit between his lips, and my hips lifted off the mattress as I gasped in pleasure.
He took me to the edge of climax, before suddenly releasing me. I felt his lips kiss their way up my stomach, to both of my nipples, up my neck and to my lips.
I was on fire, desperate to feel him inside of me—his thick, strong fingers no longer satisfying. As if on cue, he pulled them from me and said, “Roll over.”
I moved quickly to my stomach, my head to the side. He again touched his two fingers to my lips, and I opened my mouth and took them in once more, licking, sucking...
He straddled my legs, pushing my thighs together, and I could feel his manhood against my ass. He ran his finger over my tight, pouty slit and I shuddered at the sensations his touch caused.
He pressed his now covered shaft between my thighs and slowly guided it into my drenched center.
He gasped a curse, adjusting his arms as he slid in deeper; my pussy gripping him like a wet, warm velvet glove, his strokes slow and even.
Just when I thought the loving couldn't get any better I uttered two words that sent him into overdrive: “Fuck me.”
That excited him even more and he piled into me, as my body shook and my pussy quivered around his cock.
I could have called him by his name, but it wasn’t nearly as exciting as calling him, “Doctor.”
I let the word slip through my lips and his body responded.
“Fuck me, Doctor," I moaned. "Oh, God, yes, fuck me.”
As quickly as we’d begun, the good Doctor suddenly froze.
“What’s the matter?” I hissed, terrified the door to our room would open at any second, exposing our escapade. Then I heard it.
“Fuck,” he said bitterly, kissing my back. “Don’t move.”
He was on his feet, moving across the room. He scooped up his pants and fumbled through them and came up with his pager and checked the screen.
“Fuck!” he repeated, before grabbing the bedside phone and dialing quickly.
“This is Dr. Daniels,” he said. “Yes... Okay, I’ll be right there.”
He hung up and kissed me longingly. “I'm so sorry, but I have to go.”
I stuck out my bottom lip, pouting and he kissed me again, running his hand over my ass before slapping it firmly, which only made me want him more.
“You have to get back to your room,” he said, glancing at his watch while getting dressing as fast as he could. “You’ve got about 15 minutes before they send a search team.”
I nodded, begrudgingly.
He pulled on his white coat and leaned in for one final kiss goodbye before turning to leave. He stopped briefly at the door and looked back at me: “Don't worry, we'll finish this later.”
"Whatever you say, Doctor."
Have you ever been attracted to someone, knowing it was a bad idea to take it there? Could you see yourself sleeping with your doctor? Why or why not? Have you ever been interrupted in the midst of mind-blowing sex? What would you do if your partner had to leave right in the middle of the action? Would you take things into your own hands until they could get back? Would you have sex with someone at their place of work? Pt. 1 only got two comments, did you think this Wet Wednesdays was going to be wack? Did Olivia make up for it in today's conclusion? Would you want to read a Pt. 3?
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