"Open your mouth," he breathed.
"What?" she whispered against him, and she felt the slide of his calloused fingers running up the side of her chin.
"Good," he grinned, taking advantage of her slack lips to run the tip of his tongue over her lip and push inside. He was all sharp angles and big, beautiful eyes, and she couldn't stop the way that her heart was hammering for her to just let it happen.
But they were in public.
Outside.
"Stop," she said, pulling away to cover his mouth with her hand. At his raised eyebrows, she panted, "Not here."
His penthouse was as charming as ever. At least, Samantha assumed it was – she and Abel had been making out since they'd boarded his private elevator to really notice when the thing dinged and dropped them off. It was an odd sort of dance they did, to get to the bedroom. Samantha laughed when her knees hit the bed, and she let herself fall onto it, spreading out her arms as she bounced.
Part of her had hoped that she'd lose interest by the time that he drove her back to the city. It wasn't a long drive, but the adrenaline and overall unpleasantness of riding on his motorbike should've at least dulled some of her desire.
She would've never guessed that it'd do the opposite instead.
"Samantha," Abel moaned, his hands popping her shirt buttons as he freed her breasts. They were still in their bra, a black lacy thing that she'd chosen to inspire confidence, and he seized them, palming and rubbing her hardened nipples.
"Abel," she mocked dryly, rubbing a knee between his legs. That just made him moan louder, and he ripped her bra upwards, literally dropping her breasts free. As a larger woman, she'd always had double D's, and while she'd been told that it was something that she should be grateful for, she'd never really understood until now. Abel was like a man possessed, kneading and pinching and biting and licking. It was too much, and she accidentally whined, which only drove Abel on further.
"God, your tits," he breathed, forcing himself to move away. Samantha wondered why, until she felt hands at her pants.
She didn't protest as he worked them off, and she even tried to help him with his own. With a kick of their respective pants to the floor, Abel took a new position, and she quickly realized why.
Fingers, two of them, were at her entrance, rubbing and sliding over her folds. With his blue eyes on hers, he popped one inside, and she gasped, throwing her head back at the feel of the strange, fat finger working in and out of her.
"Oh, if you like that then you're going to love what comes next," he promised, and he added another.
It wasn't until he got to three that Samantha had finally had it and she yanked him down by his shirt collar, demanding, "You'd better hurry up and fuck me before I just take care of it myself."
That got him moving, and with a push under her knees and her hands in his hair, he finally gave her what she'd been craving.
She came faster than she'd ever done before, and her whole vagina clenched down, squeezing and milking for all that it was worth as she closed her eyes and clenched her teeth. Her whole body was shaking, even after it was over, but the thrusts that Abel kept pumping into her only rocked her body more.
"Abel," she cried, sensitive and spent.
"I'm cumming," he promised. "I'm-!"
He came with his face in her neck, his biceps bulging as his whole body tensed. Samantha waited a moment before she shoved him off and, finally, he slipped out. Her body was still trembling, and she closed her legs in an effort to make it stop.
"So," Abel panted. "Uh, wanna go out again some time?"
Samantha glanced at him. "What?" she said faintly. "Like, a second date?"
"Yeah," he nodded, swallowing.
Samantha grinned to herself. "Why not," she shrugged. It wasn't a question.
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Knocked Up By The Doctor
Knocked Up by the Doctor
Dr. Glen Marrone stood and stared at the destruction he'd wrought. He'd sped toward the front doors at the screech of brakes, just like any other doctor would have. A fender bender, nobody was hurt, but he'd had to check. Melissa had gone outside with her phone, ready to call 911. He'd heard something falling from the front desk, but he hadn't had the time to see what he'd done.
"Shit!" Melissa's purse had fallen open, discharging all its contents. Pens, her wallet and...what was this?
He picked up a book, staring at the cover. A woman in chains, a lurid title. "Bound for Pleasure." Interesting! He had no idea she was into this.
Glenn stroked the cover the book, wondering what he should do about this new development. He had no idea Melissa was so interested in this sort of thing, or what kind of interest it was. Was it mere curiosity over the new and trendy thing in literature, movies, and, in some cases, real life?
She could join the club then. BDSM. Melissa, his mild-mannered nurse, had seemed rather virginal. He wouldn't have expected her like these books, even if they were all the rage these days. Not that many people understood BDSM, real lifestyle or scene BDSM rather than what some authors wrote. It was something that Glenn and his friends the club laughed about sometimes. When they weren't cringing about that stupid movie or worrying that innocent people might get caught in situations they had no knowledge to overcome.
Above and beyond all that, he needed to think about what to do about this. Glenn found Melissa very attractive, but he didn't think they had much in common outside the office. She was younger than him, by about 10 years, and while she got along with everybody in the office, there was a certain quietness, and a certain distance between them that seemed to go beyond professional courtesy.
She was also a girl with curves to spare. It's not that he didn't like curvy girls, but he'd never actually been with one. Outside of doing scenes at the club with one of the curvier regulars, and while those had been good, he had never wanted to date anybody he done a scene with. This might just change, with Melissa in the picture. Provided of course, that this wasn't just a passing fancy on her part.
He watched Melissa come back in, gave her a little nod and a smile. "You did well out there," he told her. She'd rushed out seconds after the screech of tires, phone in hand, and he'd joined her a minute later. If there had been any actual injuries, her speed might have helped to save the day. As it was, her consoling manner had set the nervous people to calmer.
Melissa looked from him to the spilled purse, and her face reddened, first getting a little bright around the ears and then going right down to her cheeks in a natural blush that no makeup could possibly compare to.
"How do things look out there," he asked trying to distract her. "Are they calm and settled? Any idea why they hit the pole?"
"I think that everybody's going to be okay," she said trying to gather up all her things.
He gave her a little smile as he realized she'd picked up a personal hygiene container, he hadn't seen one of those for a while. Sure, he knew that women carried them in purses but hadn't expected to see one at work. And that wasn't even likely to be the thing that caused her the most embarrassment.
Melissa's her eyes tracked to the book, the very same book he held in his hands. She made a grab for but he pulled away shaking his head with little smile.
"That's mine," she exclaimed and he could tell that she was both nervous and embarrassed.
"Yeah, I know. But I was very curious about it. I thought you would read one of the Shades books." Glenn arched a brow, giving her a little wink. "You realize that those books have no basis in reality." He wasn't commenting on the one he held; he had no basis to compare that one yet.
"I really have no idea," Melissa said. Her face was bright red. He'd never seen her so uncomfortable before, though it was a cute human moment for his very quiet nurse. Glenn wanted to relax her, to put her at ease.
"Melissa, it's okay. There are many people into this lifestyle, and if you're one of them, I'm never gonna judge you." She arched a brow at that, and it was clear that she didn't quite know where to go with what he was saying to her. He handed her the book, resting a hand on her shoulder before he pulled away.
"Melissa, if you really want to learn about that lifestyle, we'll talk."
Her eyes widened and she looked at him, assessing him. "Exactly what you mean?" she asked. "Are you coming on to me, Doctor?" Her eyes flashed fire for a moment, he saw the spunk inside her. Oh, this was good. This was very, very good.
"No, Melissa," he said softly, causing her to lean in. "I'm not coming on to you. This is not a sexual harassment issue." He regarded her steadily for a few minutes, waiting for her to speak. When she didn't, he found that he was very impressed with how much composure she had in this situation.