“Suck me, angel,” Gage grated out as he reached inside her bra and tweaked her nipple. She shivered and undulated between them as Duke licked, Gage played, and she sucked. Her pussy grew slick with her moisture, and Duke growled, sending deep vibrations through her clit that made her soar over the edge.
She groaned loudly around Gage’s cock as she came for Duke, grinding her pussy against this face through wave after wave of pleasure. Without warning, Duke stood and thrust his hot, bare cock into her trembling pussy. Duke pulled out and thrust in again, holding her hips in his hands and tilting her so he rubbed her G-spot with each stroke. A delicious idea filled her mind, and it must have shown in her eyes as Gage watched her. She sucked the head of his cock once more and released it from her mouth with a juicy pop then smiled up at him.
“Why did you stop?” Gage asked.
“I have a treat for you, if you can wait.”
Gage nodded, and she gave her full attention to Duke as he fucked her with wild abandon. She wanted to say more, but words failed her as her orgasm built up inside her. She arched against Duke, her body stiffening and bracing for the wondrous explosion. The paper covering the table made crackling sounds and bunched up beneath her. She grabbed the edges of the table and thrust back against him.
“I’m going to fill your tight, little pussy with my cum, Doctor. Will that make you feel all better?”
His words and the imagery sent her over the edge, and she sobbed in ecstasy as her cunt tightened and pulsed until she felt as though she exploded. Duke growled his approval and lifted her knees to press her thighs against her chest. This changed the angle of his thrusts, and he moaned blissfully as he dug his fingers into her thighs and thrust hard. He looked down at where they were joined and then tilted his head and cried out in fulfillment.
“Oh, God, yes!”
Ecstasy washed across his features as he finally stopped thrusting and leaned down to her. Emma sighed deeply as Duke rested with his head pressed between her breasts and recovered and then pulled from her to sit on the end of the exam table. Gage sat down by her shoulder, and she gazed up at him and took his hand. “I think you’re in need of some special healing, Gage.”
The hungry gleam in his eyes sent a quiver through her. “Oh, yeah. The swelling is only worse, Doctor,” he growled as he slid the fingers of one hand into the lace cup of her bra and stroked his erection with the other. She sat up slowly and returned to her spot on the rolling stool. Her pussy still throbbed from Duke’s attention.
“I know a special cure,” she said as she slid open a drawer under the exam table. Both men watched her curiously as she reached in the drawer for what she would need. Emma watched Gage’s cock go from straight-up rock solid to granite hard and ready to burst in the matter of a few seconds.
“Oh, holy shit,” Gage murmured as Emma withdrew her hand from the drawer, bearing a sterile glove and a tube of lubricant.
Emma’s heart sped up as Gage’s respiration sounds increased and he bit his lip as he watched her. His cheeks even grew a little flushed.
“Do you trust me, Gage?” she asked as she silently gloved her right hand. Gage loosed a shaky breath and answered her by slowly lying back on the exam table, his eyes never breaking contact with hers. She stroked Gage’s hip and smiled up at Duke briefly when he rose from the exam table and kissed her temple. He sat in one of the patient chairs and silently watched them, taking on the role of voyeur.
Emma rolled close to the exam table and adjusted the stool so she could easily reach his cock with her mouth from a sitting position. With the glove on her right hand, she lubed her middle finger and returned the tube to the drawer.
Feeling sexy and powerful, Emma rolled over a few inches and kissed Gage on the lips. She licked at his bottom lip and teased the tip of his tongue with her own. His abdomen shuddered when she laid her left hand on him and stroked his firmly muscled torso. Moisture flooded her pussy again when he groaned softly as he slid his hands into her hair.
She lingered over the kiss and tucked her left forearm under his neck and laid her upper body against his. “You’re so warm,” she murmured. The sterility of the exam room and the cold tiled floor seemed to fade from notice as he stroked her hip and then cupped her breast in his big hands.
“So are you, angel.”
She could detect the arousal in his voice, which sounded even deeper than normal.
“I want to do something for you, if you’re willing.”
Gage brushed his fingertips across her forehead as he gazed into her eyes. “Anything you want.”
Relieved that he was willing to try it, Emma smiled and sat up a little. She positioned his left thigh so that it was bent at the knee and rested against the wall. To keep him from being distracted by the feel of the latex glove, she only stroked him with her left hand, not wanting him to be reminded that he was in a clinical setting.