“Colton,” she breathes, “it won’t take much. I want you so bad.”
“Fuck,” I growl. “You can’t say things like that to me.”
“I’m just—” she starts but gasps when I move my fingers to her clit. “I’m… being … honest.”
I move my fingers slowly against her clit, wanting to drag out the pleasure.
“Well, your honesty is like dirty talk to me.”
I need to feel her pussy. I bring my fingers back and push them into her. Fuck, she’s tight. And small. Her walls willsqueeze my cock. I can feel drops of pre-cum hit my boxer briefs at the thought.
With my fingers moving inside of her, pushing up against her wall, I bring my thumb to her clit and start moving it back and forth. Within seconds, her muscles are clenching my fingers, and she’s gasping my name as she rides the waves of pleasure I’m giving to her.
I wait out every single second of her release before I pull my fingers out.
I rest my forehead against hers as both of our breaths remain erratic. “I’m going to jerk myself off tonight, thinking about how good your pussy feels, coming against my fingers.”
Her jaw falls slack at my words, but I see the hunger in her eyes, looking up at me with interest.
I force myself to step back before I forget where we are—before I forget everything else. My hand stays on her for a second longer than necessary, like letting go is a loss I’m not ready to take.
“This,” I say quietly, “is going to be a problem.”
Her lips curve up slowly. “Probably.”
She straightens her clothes, eyes still lit with something dangerous and warm, and when she turns to leave, she looks back once.
I pull at my neck as the tension in my body mounts.
“I’ll see you tomorrow, Dr. Fisher,” she says coolly, then walks out of my office, closing thedoor behind her.
I look down at my cock, which is begging for its freedom from my pants, then let my head fall back as I take a few long, deep breaths. This is going to be a problem. But it’s a problem I have no ability to back away from.
I rush home and scarf down a sub before I fall back on my brown leather couch. I close my eyes and picture the look on Mel’s face when she came. My dick hardens at the memory. I’ve never cared to even focus on a woman’s face when she came. Orgasms were a means to an end. An itch to scratch. A release to ease the tension.
This was different. Every single moan, gasp, and sigh were like kryptonite.
I need to shower. I need a beer. But all I want to do is close my eyes and replay her orgasm over and over again.
Then my phone beeps, and things take a turn.
Melissa: Are you really going to masturbate, thinking about me?
Dammit. What is she doing to me?
Me: Is this a serious question?
She answers immediately.
Melissa: Sorry. It’s that… no one’s ever talked to me like that. No one has ever admitted something so … personal to me.
I can’t control what comes next. I click the button, and my face pops up on the screen while it rings. I rest an arm behind my head as I wait. When her face appears on the screen, my heart actually flutters inmy chest.
She’s standing in a towel with wet hair. I’m surprised she answered.
“Hi,” I say.
She smiles and bites her bottom lip. “Hi.”
