Doctor’s Duties by K.C. Crowne

Chapter 6

LOGAN

Thank God I only lived twenty minutes from downtown.

But with how quickly I was driving, I was determined to make it ten.

The lanes of the interstate were mostly empty, and I had my eyes fixed on the road as I pushed the engine of my BMW, wishing I could simply say ‘screw it’ and crank the speed up to what the engine was fully capable of.

It didn’t help matters that Abby’s hand was on my cock, rubbing me through my slacks.

“Does that feel good?” she asked, her thumb moving over the curve of my head.

A shudder ran up and down my body. “Feels good.”

She continued teasing me, stroking my length through my slacks. Then she leaned over and nuzzled into my neck, her lips moving up and down between my collar and my ear.

It was getting very hard to focus. And when she opened up my belt and zipper and reached under the elastic waistband of my boxer briefs, I nearly swerved the car into the concrete median. Abby kissed me more, her pillowy soft lips traveling from my collarbone, up my neck, to my jawline. But she didn’t close the distance all the way to my mouth – that would’ve been an easy recipe for an accident.

I glanced down just long enough to watch her pull my cock out of my pants, the end glistening with precum. She ran her thumb over my head again, using the dab of fluid at the end as lubrication to work my length slowly and in a way that drove me wild.

“I’ve been thinking about this all night,” she said, a playful smile on her face as her hand moved up and down. “Have you?”

At that moment, what was on my mind was telling her to buckle her seatbelt, but I pushed that out of my head. It could’ve made for a funny joke, or it could’ve spoiled the mood. I didn’t want to risk it.

“What’s on my mind?” I asked, following up my words with a long, slow breath through my nose. “Getting you back to my place.”

“And what do you want to do with me when we get to your place?”

“Don’t want to spoil the surprise.”

I was playing it cool. But in truth, I had to keep my thoughts to myself unless I wanted to get so turned-on that I pulled over and took her right then and there on the side of Interstate 70.

“Can I give you a little preview of what I want to do when we get there?”

“I wouldn’t stop you.”

Still stroking my cock, she flashed me one last seductive smile before turning her gaze down and lowering her head. Seconds later, I felt the flick of her tongue over my head, making a slow circle around me before she opened her mouth and wrapped her lips into a tight seal.

The fun didn’t last for very long. In the rearview mirror I spotted the tell-tale red, white, and blue flashing lights of a cop car flying toward us like a rocket. The sound of the blaring siren filled the air, and Abby pulled her mouth off of me and sat up straight, her eyes wide as saucers as she pulled her dress back up over her perfect, round breasts, then buckled her seatbelt.

Shit. Had I been driving that erratically? Would’ve served me right for doing something as stupid as letting Abby touch me like that behind the wheel of my car. The cop car rushed toward us, and I mentally prepared myself for the ticket I’d likely be getting.

Instead of pulling directly behind me, however, the police car whooshed past, speeding off into the distance.

“Wow,” Abby said as she watched the lights disappear into the distance. “Nothing like a police car flying up like that to spoil the fun.”

“No kidding.” I spotted the turnoff for my place and began making my way over. “Just as well – we’re almost there.”

She smiled. “Good.” Abby tucked my cock back into my pants, fastened the belt and pulled up the zipper. The few seconds she’d spent with her mouth wrapped around me had been enough to drive me wild. I focused on the road, hurrying to get us back to my place.

Relief washed over me as my home appeared in the distance. I lived in a three-story mansion – one of the older homes in the area back when they made them out of solid, red brick. It was a veritable palace among the student housing that mostly comprised the neighborhoods around the med school.

“This is your place?” she asked as we pulled up onto the half-circle driveway in front of my house.

“You say that like you’re surprised,” I said with a slight smirk.

“I mean, I am. I’m not too far away from here. In fact, your house is on one of my running routes. I’d jog past here and wonder what kind of person lived in a place like this. And now I know.”

I laughed. “Come on.”

We stepped out of the car, meeting at the front. The two of us said nothing as we gazed into each other’s eyes.

And just like that, we were kissing once again.

I put my hands on her hips, squeezing her curves as I pressed her against the front of my car, the hood still warm. She wrapped one leg around me, her center grinding against my hardness as I leaned her over the car. I wanted her so fucking badly that I could hardly stand it.

But having sex right there on my lawn where the neighbors could see wasn’t the best idea.

“Come on,” I said, taking my lips from hers. “Almost there.”

“Mmm, not sure if I can wait.”

I took her hand as we hurried up the stone steps that led to the covered porch. The smart lock opened as it sensed my fob was nearby, the lights of the first floor turning on to greet us. I opened the door, which led into the main entry room.

“Wow,” Abby said as she stepped inside. “Pretty damn nice.”

I was proud of the place. It had parquet floors and intricate wall paneling, with ceilings of lovingly sculpted plaster. A grand set of stairs went up to the other two floors, the master bedroom on the top.

But with Abby standing there looking the way she did, I wasn’t sure I’d be able to make it all the way up.

She turned to me, the soft lighting reflecting on her big, gorgeous eyes.

I couldn’t hold back any longer. We rushed toward each other and began kissing once again, our hands moving over one another’s bodies. I squeezed her breasts through her dress, feeling the circular firmness of her nipple. I went down, down over her stomach and to the hem of her dress, pulling it up and revealing the dark blue thong panties she wore underneath.

One arm around her waist, I lifted Abby and brought her over to the nearby stairs, setting her down on the black-and-red runner that went up them. I sat next to her and began kissing her deeply once more, opening her legs and taking hold of the soft, velvety skin of her inner thigh.

I traveled up, my mouth on hers as I reached the border of her panties. I could feel the heat from her center, then the wetness as I placed my hand on her through her thong. She moaned through the kiss, grinding herself against my hand.

I teased her for a time, loving the way she looked writhing in pleasure as I made slow circles around her clit, the wetness spreading by the moment. But I was ready to give her more. I pushed down her panties, exposing the patch of curls above her pussy. I returned to where I had been only moments ago – but this time with no fabric in between.

Her lips were slick and wet. I spread them open and moved inside of her, Abby opening her eyes wide as if in surprise at how good it felt. She was tight and warm, her walls gripping my index and middle fingers as I buried them into her wetness. Once inside of her, I curled my fingers up to hit her G-spot, my thumb pressing against her clit.

“Oh…holy fuck,” she said, her voice coming out in a low moan.

I moved my fingers in and out of her, synching my motions on her clit to make sure total pleasure was running through her body. With my left hand I took down the straps of her dress, once more revealing what had to have been the most perfect pair of breasts I’d ever seen in my life. It was almost criminal how sexy she was.

It was at that moment, watching her draw closer and closer to orgasm, that I realized what we were doing was —

“Wrong,” I said aloud. “This is a bad idea.”

She opened her eyes and smiled.

“A little late, don’t you think?”

I shook my head. “Seriously. I’m so much older and —”

She grabbed my wrist, as if sensing I was about to pull out of her.

“Don’t you dare say it. I don’t care how old you are. All I care about is how good this feels right now. Please don’t make me beg for it.”

I went back to it, pushing my fingers into her and rubbing her clit. Abby kept on moaning, grinding against me. Then her eyes closed, and her mouth opened, soft, plaintive gasps flowing out. Her muscles tensed and her face relaxed as she came. I fingered her through the orgasm, making sure I didn’t stop until she was done.

Her body relaxed as her orgasm faded, the smile returning.

“I hope you’ve got more where that came from.”

I grinned. “You know one of the first rules of being a writer?”

She cocked her head to the side, curiosity on her face as her chest heaved up and down with full breaths.

“What’s that?”

“Show, don’t tell.”

Before she had a chance to react, I scooped her off the stairs. An excited squeal left her mouth as I carried her down onto the main floor, then through the entry hall and into the lounge just off to the right. The lights flicked on automatically as we entered, warm, amber light casting over the room of plush, red couches and chairs arranged atop a huge oriental tapestry, tall bookshelves along the walls and a marble fireplace on the southern side.

“This is a hell of a space.”

I set her down on the largest of the couches, loose tendrils of hair surrounded the eager expression on her face. She licked her lips as I slowly moved my hands over her curves once more. I stopped at the bunched-up fabric under her breasts, pulling it down until it was to her hips, then pulling it down until it was to her thighs. When I reached her feet, she kicked it off along with her shoes, both falling to the floor in a heap.

“Stand up,” she said.

I raised my eyebrows. “Someone’s in a bossy mood.”

She laughed, then clasped her hands together. “Pretty please, Doctor Frost?” she asked.

I stood before her as she’d asked. She turned her attention to my cock, which was by this point on the verge of ripping through my slacks. Abby placed her hand on it, once more rubbing me through the fabric. “Now, where were we before that police car spoiled our fun?”

“I believe you had my cock in your mouth.”

She grinned. “That’s right. Let’s pick things up where we left off, then.”

Her hands were a blur of motion as she opened the zipper and belt and yanked down my pants far enough to expose the pair of black boxer briefs I had on underneath. She flicked her eyes up to me one more time before reaching into my underwear and taking out my cock.

Without another word, she opened her mouth and took my head into it, her tongue making slow, lazy circles around the most sensitive places. The feeling was so incredible that all I could do was tilt my head back and let out a long, low groan of satisfaction.

I glanced down to watch her work, to see her take as much of my many inches into her mouth as she could, then slide her gorgeous mouth back up my length, letting my head pop out. She wrapped her slender fingers around me, kissing me up and down.

It was almost too much to take. When I’d had enough, when Abby had brought me to the brink, I lowered myself enough to place my hands on her arms and raise her to a standing position.

“As much as I’d love to finish in that beautiful mouth of yours, I want more.”

She grinned a sexy grin. “Is that right? How about you tell me what you want, and I’ll see if that works for me.”

The grin stayed on her lips, and I knew she was teasing me, getting me to say out loud what I wanted.

“Right now, I want you bent over that couch in front of me. Does that work for you?”

“That most definitely works for me.”

We kissed deeply one more time, her heavenly taste so delicious that it was nearly overwhelming. Then she pulled back, that seductive smile still on her lips. I placed my hand on her waist and turned her around, Abby bending over before me and taking hold of the back of the couch.

By that point I was wild with lust, on the verge of losing control like a wild animal. Never before had a woman made me feel the way Abby did.

Her ass was as perfect as the rest of her body. I grabbed my cock by the base and placed it at her opening, Abby’s lips wet and warm and ready for me.

With a slow, deep push, I was inside of her.

My eyes flashed wide with realization – we’d forgotten something.

“Pill,” she said, as if reading my mind. “I’m on the pill.”

That was that. With the worry gone, I focused on the sensation of being inside of her, how her walls were stretched around my cock, gripping tightly. I pulled back and pushed into her again, the pleasure building as moans poured out of her.

I built up my rhythm, colliding with her body over and over, each drive bringing me closer to the orgasm that I could barely restrain. Then she gripped me hard, a shriek of pleasure exploding from her as she came again. I held back, making sure I didn’t cross the point of no return.

When her orgasm faded, Abby fell forward onto the couch into a sitting position, her body glistening with sweat.

She smiled.

“Please tell me you have more.”

I matched her grin with one of my own.

“Most definitely.”