-“Use Me” by Blaire Hanks
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Fuck.
I was this close to getting outta here before five today.
I haven’t heard from Quinn all afternoon, but knowing she’s been working her ass off on Paw’s truck all week, saying she’s just days away from being done, I don’t doubt the reason is because she’s lost in her work. Something, I’ve discovered this week, she has a tendency to do often.
All I want to do is finish up with my last patient and go surprise her at the shop. Even though I just saw her last night, I still want more. Hell, I’ll always want more. A few dinner dates and whatever the hell last night was just aren’t going to cut it.
I want more.
Fuck, who am I kidding? I want it all.
I’m so close to folding on that stupid-ass dare of hers that it’s not funny. If me giving in gets her naked in front of me, fucking sign me up. I’ll drop to my knees now.
“Who’s the walk-in, Gladys?” I ask sullenly as she’s packing up her stuff for the day. “Where are you headed?”
“Oh, nowhere,” she says, still rearranging shit on her desk.
“I know you sent Rebecca home, but with no one else here I’m gonna need you to stay in case I need to do an exam. You know I can’t do that alone.”
She waves me off. “I know. I’ll be right here after the consultation for you to let me know if I can leave or if you need me.”
“If Quinn calls, do me a favor and let her know I’ll pick her up at the shop when I’m done for an early dinner.”
Gladys nods but looks like she’s about to swallow her tongue. Strange lady, I think with a shake of my head.
I check my watch one more time before walking down the hall. Jesus, she didn’t even leave the patient’s chart in the door pocket. I’ll have to remind her about protocol in the morning. I rap my knuckles on the door twice and wait. After receiving a muffled confirmation that whoever’s inside is ready, I turn the knob and step inside the room.
“Good evening,” I say distractedly, and I shut the door and move to the sink to wash my hands. “I’m Dr. Montgomery. You’ll have to forgive me, Gladys seems to have left your chart in here. What brings you in today?”
I dry my hands and turn around.
And there’s Quinn Davis. Wearing nothing but a paper gown and a smile.
“What?” I breathe.
“Hello, Doctor,” she says, her grin spreading wider across her face, her hoarse, seductive rasp tingling up my spine, making me shiver.
“What?” I parrot, my mind incapable of anything more now that the only thing I can see is a fantasy I never knew I had coming to life.
“I’ve been a bad girl, Doc.” Quinn makes a mock sad face. “I skipped my last appointment and I just realized I needed to come on in and get that done lickety-split. You see, I’ve got this deliciously hot boyfriend, and even though I’m sure he’ll keep me safe, it’s up to me to make sure I keep us both protected from any unexpected surprises and get my birth control prescription before I run out.”
“You want birth control?” I ask lamely, swallowing a thick knot in my throat when she shifts her legs—uncrossing them before recrossing them, with the opposite leg over the first one, taking so much time that I know the flash of her bare pussy was intentional.
She’s trying to kill me.
“Well, of course, Doc. I also should probably get a full workup. Need to make sure everything is in tip-top shape and all.” She smiles, unwavering in her patient act. I wonder if she’s just as lost in the fantasy as I am.
I probably could have formed a full sentence, but when she stops talking and leans back and presses her palms against the table directly behind her, my eyes cross in pleasure.
The gown opens, flaps falling to the side, and I’m face-to-face with the most beautiful set of breasts I’ve ever seen. Full, more than a handful, with the suntan outline of what is obviously one tiny-as-fuck bikini. When I see her erect nipples pointing at me in the middle of perfectly symmetrical areolas, light pink against the pale skin, my mouth waters.
“Did you have time to fit me in for a workup?” she coos, balancing her weight in a way that I know isn’t fucking needed, but is done to give her impressive chest a chance to jiggle.
“A workup?” I moan, my cock reminding me that he’s been denied what he wants for way too long.
“Yes, Doctor, I need a full workup.”
“Full workup,” I repeat, stepping away from the door and advancing. Two steps into the room though, I stop, because she lifts the leg crossed over the other and widens the space between them just enough that I can see the wetness on the outside of her bare pussy.
“Well, that’s up to you, Doc. . . .” She pauses, and I force my eyes to move, spending a few seconds on that hot-as-fuck chest before looking her in the eyes for the first time. “I know it’s almost the end of office hours and all, so if you don’t want to work me in, I understand.”
“Fuck me,” I hiss, finally getting some mental capabilities back when I see the truth of the reason for her visit shining bright in those green eyes I love so much.
I turn, grab the handle, and open the door enough to stick my head out. “Gladys, you head on out, you hear? No need to stick around.”
“No exam?” she calls down the hall from her desk, something I know she only does when we’re alone.
“Nope. We’re finishing up now and Quinn’s gonna stick around while I catch up on my charting for the day. I’ll see you in the morning.”
“You got it! See ya in the morning.”
I rest my head against the doorjamb and wait to hear the front door shut and lock before turning and slamming the exam room door closed.
“You wanna win that bad, Grease?” I ask darkly.
She shakes her head, but the toothy smile she’s sporting says otherwise.
“I think you’re lying.”
“I don’t wanna win the bet,” she murmurs with a needy whine to her voice. She shifts and rises off the table and places both her hands on her thighs, pushing her legs open more. “It’s so much more than just the bet,” she continues, dragging the tips of her fingers up her leg before spreading her sex open enough for me to see the creamy essence of her arousal.
“What’s it about, then?” I ask, the last two words coming out like a growl when she pushes two fingers inside herself, pumping them slowly.
My hands are already unfastening the buttons on the short-sleeved plaid shirt I wore today, my cock pulsing behind my jeans with each thrust of her fingers into her pussy. She doesn’t answer, rolling her head around on her shoulders and picking up speed with her hand just slightly. I toss my shirt blindly behind me and advance.
“What’s it about?” I press. “If you don’t want to win the bet, then why aren’t you saying the words that’ll lead to us getting what we want?”
“Because,” she pants, hand moving faster.
My head drops when she doesn’t speak, and the sight before me has my hands fumbling to remove my belt. I can smell her and my mouth waters. Reaching into my pants and pushing my briefs out of the way, I pull my throbbing cock free and begin stroking it. Each time her fingers come out of her pussy, they’re even wetter than before.
I bring my left hand up and clamp my fingers around the base of my cock, trying to stop the come from exploding.
“Because?” I ask with a deep, gritty groan.
She doesn’t answer, and I’m too close to blowing my load all over her to keep watching her touch herself like that, so I reach out and grab the wrist of the hand she’s fucking herself with and pull it away from her pussy. She whines and I don’t even give a fuck. I lift her wet fingers up while I bend, letting my cock free from the vise grip to stroke it again. I force her hand to move, painting my lips with the juices from her body, feeling like the most powerful man in the world when she whimpers.
I raise my brow, open my mouth, and push her fingers into my mouth up to the knuckles, my tongue swirling and licking her essence off them. The second her taste explodes on my tongue, I know she’s won. I groan, my eyes rolling, and suck my cheeks hollow while I continue to swallow her one-of-a-kind flavor.
She pants breathlessly as I pop her fingers out slowly, one by one. I lean forward, letting go of my cock to rest the hand not holding her wrist captive on the table next to her hip. My cock rubs against her leg, leaving a trail of pre-come against her skin. When our faces are just inches apart, I take the hand I’m still holding and place it palm-down on her leg. Then, slowly, I drag it back up her thigh, flipping it so that my hand is on top of hers, until we’ve reached her soaked pussy together, her cupping herself under my hand.
“You want me to beg?” I demand in a strong voice.
She whimpers again and I press against her first two fingers, the ones I just cleaned, until the tips of our fingers are inside her together. The heat of her body almost too much to bear.
“Do you.” I thrust a little deeper. “Want me.” I pull out. “To beg?” I press our fingers against her clit.
A high-pitched whine escapes her lips and she nods rapidly.
“Fuckin’ gladly,” I grunt, pressing a light kiss to the tip of her nose before lifting my hands up and to her shoulders, forcing her back down on the exam table. She hadn’t even realized she was scooting down toward me before I had the stirrups out and both feet placed in them. Then I kneel on the small step that’s coming out from the table under her exposed pussy and look up her body with my mouth nearly where I want it most. “I’m on my knees for you, baby. I crave this body almost as much as I need it. Your pussy soakin’ my balls while you come on my cock, takin’ everything I have to give you deep inside that body. Rest of my days, I’ll feel the same desperate need for you, Quinn. One day I’m gonna fill you up until my seed takes root and I’ll do it again and again after that. Gonna give you that family we always talked about, but first, I’m beggin’ you to give it all to me, Quinn. Give me this body I crave, but give me the heart inside it I need.”
“God, yes,” she cries, reaching down her body to push her fingers into my hair with both hands, pulling my face toward her pussy.
“Sit back and let the doctor work,” I instruct, shaking my head to dislodge her hold. I hear her cry of protest, but the second I lick her from bottom to top, swirling my tongue around her clit, the roaring in my ears becomes too much for me to focus on anything else.
I feast on her like a madman, sucking in my cheeks with my lips spread, mouth wide and covering her whole pussy. Her wetness coats my tongue, and her cries of pleasure echo through the room.
Not wanting her to come without my cock feeling the stranglehold of it, I rip my mouth from her with a gasp, feeling the combined wetness of my spit and her pleasure all over my chin.
My knees are sore as fuck from the unforgiving perch I was kneeling on, but I ignore them and stand, kicking my foot against the step to force it into the table so I can move closer. My cock in hand, I thump it against her pussy a few times while watching her breasts shake with her rapid breathing.
“You finally know the man I am now?” I ask, lining my cock up so that the tip kisses her entrance.
“I’d know him anywhere,” she breathes.
“You givin’ him your forever?” I slip the thick head in, hissing when her wet heat surrounds me.
“God, yes,” she moans, her heart in her eyes.
“Never, Quinn. I’ll never spend another day without you in it. You hear me?”
She nods and I push an inch in, making her whine.
“I’ll spend every day makin’ up for the time we lost. That pain will never touch you again.”
“You,” she gasps when I feed another few inches of myself into her body. “You don’t have to make up for it, it wasn’t . . .” She moans and bows her back off the exam table, another two inches inside her. “Wasn’t your fault . . . forgive you,” she whispers, her whole body trembling.
“Fuck,” I rumble, her words hitting me straight in the chest. Then I slam into her, the rest of my cock gliding deep until my balls are pressed tight against her ass. I reach back and grab her thighs, lifting her feet out of the stirrups and, praying to God she can see my feelings for her written all over my face, I start to power my body into hers.
The sound of our wet flesh connecting, the scent of our sex heating up in the air around us, the promise of forever confirmed in her eyes—all of this makes me feel overcome with emotion, and my thrusts falter, making my pelvis grind against her clit. That’s all it takes for her to cry out, dig her nails in my forearms, and suck me deep while she comes all over my cock.
I’m not even a second behind her.
When the dregs of my release are sucked from my cock by her pulsing cunt, I collapse on top of her, our sweaty chests gliding against each other.
She looks up, a dreamy-as-fuck expression on her face, and smiles, pushing some of my sweaty hair out of my eyes, a mischievous glint in her eyes.
“Thanks for fittin’ me in, Doc.”