Sex Retreat(88)
“You want to come?” he teased, screwing her pussy with pure male aggression.
Clutching her hips, he hammered inside her. He mashed his forehead to hers. His lips were set in a firm line as his thrusts turned into agonizing beats.
“Now, sub,” he crooned, turning his cheek to her lips as his body went rigid then jerked violently against hers.
Trixie’s walls closed around his cock as incredible tremors left her wilting in his arms. Pleasure. Oh God, there was so much pleasure.
Mitch’s hot release filled her. He came screaming her name, calling her his woman, assuring her of his devotion.
As her orgasm subsided, she locked her arms around his neck and held him close. How in the world had she ever lived without him? And how would she manage to say good-bye again even for a little while?
Chapter Forty-Three
“I guess I’d wear a silly little grin, too, if I’d just had my cock rocked like the end of the world was coming,” Brock said.
“Don’t pout,” Trixie said, giving Brock a taste of his own medicine. He often accused her of pouting and she loved taking her jabs whenever an opportunity existed. “It’s unbecoming.”
“I’ll show you unbecoming,” he said, grabbing her hand and settling it on the bulge between his thighs. “I’m beginning to have a complex. The last few times those sexy legs of yours have parted, Mitch has been the one between them.”
“We’ll have to do something about that soon,” Trixie said, squeezing the denim-clad package. “If you don’t mind to keep the doctor waiting, we could take care of your little problem now.”
“You can handle me on the ride home,” he said. “The good doctor is a little perturbed. He’s off to a golf game as soon as he signs you out.”
“Uh-oh,” Trixie muttered. “I guess I’d better jump back in bed and play the good patient.”
“You’ve already ruined that image,” Rory said, winking.
A few moments later, Trixie’s physician knocked on the door. “Mrs. Sheldon?”
“Yes, Doctor?” she asked, throwing a sheet over her legs. She could feel the sticky substance on her inner thighs. Mitch’s cum stained her legs and she could only imagine the horrified look on the doctor’s face if he happened to insist on examining her.
“Your nurse said she checked you out earlier this morning.” He glanced at Mitch. “I’m sure you’re glad to hear that.”
“Definitely,” Mitch replied, making a show out of reassembling his belt.
The physician cleared his throat. “All your vitals are good, Mrs. Sheldon, but I want you to see your regular doctor as soon as possible. With the pregnancy, you need to start thinking about prenatal care.”
“Thank you, I will,” she assured him.
He placed some papers on the nightstand and handed her a pen. “I just need your signature at the bottom of each page.”
Trixie scribbled her name on the documents, never bothering to read what she was signing. The room seemed thick with tension and she felt as if she were under specific scrutiny, if not outright condemnation.
Maybe the good doctor needed his woman to romp him behind a public door and he wouldn’t be so uptight. Good sex had always worked great wonders for her attitude. Maybe a rambunctious fuck would change his perspective, too.
“All done,” she announced, shuffling the papers then using the wood surface to evenly stack them together.
“Thank you,” he said, taking the forms when she thrust them forward.
“Thank you, Doctor,” Brock said, shaking his hand.
“Yes, we appreciate you,” Rory said, doing the same.
He glanced at Mitch as if he didn’t trust him. Mitch didn’t offer his hand, but finally the physician did the honors.
“Thank you for taking care of our woman,” Mitch said.
The doctor approached the door, stopped, and turned around. “Look, I wouldn’t be doing my job if I left here without giving you a warning.”
“Is something wrong with the baby?” Trixie asked.
“No, but Mrs. Sheldon, we performed a lot of tests, as you know. You’re um…how do I put this gently?” He stalled.
“Speak freely in front of us, Doctor.”
“Okay,” he said, crossing his arms in front of him. The forms Trixie had signed rested against his leg. His body language suggested he’d immediately relaxed. “A close friend of mine enjoyed the benefits of a multi-partner relationship so you might say I’m somewhat familiar with what goes on behind closed doors.”
Benefits? Trixie pressed her knees together and sighed. That was putting things lightly.