One Hot Doctor by Sarah J. Brooks

Chapter 12

Thomas

Cora is quiet on the ride home. “Are you okay?” I ask her.

She lets out a loud sigh. “Yeah, I’m fine.” After a beat, she continues talking. “No, I’m not. It’s my mom. How could she have thought that it was okay to dress like that and bring Ian with her?”

“She clearly did think it was okay. You shouldn’t let it bother you too much. I have an aunty who went through a similar stage about the same age.” I chuckle at the memories. “My cousins ranted and involved all of us to try and talk some sense into her, but nothing worked. She didn’t care what anybody else thought.”

“What happened?” Cora asks.

“Nothing. She stopped all by herself long after everyone stopped nagging her.”

“I don’t think my mom will stop,” Cora says. “We’ve decided to stage an intervention.”

I squeeze her knee and continue driving. It’s not my place to convince Cora of the futility of trying to control a grown-up’s life. I guess some things you just have to learn for yourself. “I like Riley and her husband. They’re good people.”

Cora smiles. “Yes, they are.”

The change of topic works, and soon she’s chatting away and laughing, her good mood restored.

We get to her place, and when I turn off the car, instead of getting out, I snap open my seatbelt, lean toward her, and cup her face. “I’ve been wanting to kiss you all evening,” I tell her before kissing her. No. Make that devouring her. She tastes like honey, and her lips melt into mine so that I can’t tell where they end and mine begin.

I caress her cheeks, and she scrapes her fingers through my hair. She makes little groans that make me want to strip her naked without a care of who sees us.

Cora draws back. “Let’s go upstairs.” Her voice is dripping with need.

“Good idea,” I growl. We reach for our respective doors simultaneously and get out of the car.

I take her hand, and we walk to the elevator. I’m glad there are no people around as my dick is obscenely hard, making a spectacle of itself in the front of my pants. In the elevator, I pull Cora against me and dry hump her. I brush my lips against her soft ones, but before we can get into it, the elevator comes to a stop, and the doors open.

Anyone watching us would think that Cora and I are going to put out a fire. We hurry to her front door, and she hands me her keys. She strokes my cock, and I let out a groan and get the wrong key on the first try. I warn her, “If you keep that up, we’re never going to get inside, and I desperately need to eat you.”

Cora grabs the keys from me and opens the door. She kicks off her shoes and drops her purse on the floor. I’m hot on her heels as she walks down the hallway. She removes her clothes as she walks, and I take her cue and unbutton my shirt. My pants are next, and I almost trip as I try to get them off and walk at the same time. Cora is down to her bra and panties when we reach her bedroom, and I’m down to my boxer briefs.

She comes into my arms, and as soon as our skins touch, I feel as though I’ve been lit on fire. I cup her ass and squeeze it. Our mouths find each other, and I thrust my tongue down her throat.

I want to touch every part of her. My hands roam over her back, and when I feel the straps of her bra, I snap it open. I push her breasts together and lower my head to take a taut nipple into my mouth. I tease it with my tongue and graze it gently with my teeth. I thumb the other nipple and then swap places and suck the other one. Her nipples have become bigger, a perk that comes with pregnancy. It fills my mouth and becomes even harder with every flick of my tongue.

Cora’s cries are music to my ears. I could come just from the moans and twists of her body.

I’ve always imagined if I had sex with a pregnant woman, I would not be able to switch off the voice of my profession. With Cora, it’s crazy that I don’t even remember that I’m a doctor. All I care about is pleasuring her and discovering more of the sensitive parts of her body.

I kiss her belly, hook two fingers on the hem of her panties, and pull them down her curvy hips.

“I want you on the bed,” I tell her. I swat her playfully on her gorgeous ass as she moves to the bed. She lies on her back, and I push her legs apart and lie between them. “I love your scent, babe.” I nudge her thighs further apart and pause for a moment to take in the sight of her pussy gleaming with juices.

Cora raises her hips. “Eat me.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

I swipe the length of her slit with my tongue, gathering all her pussy juices with my tongue and swallowing every drop. I lose track of time as I lick, suck, and fuck Cora with my tongue and fingers. I pleasure her until she explodes with an orgasm, but even that doesn’t satisfy my insatiable baby mama. She hooks her hands under my arms and pulls me up. She doesn’t need to tell me what she wants. I want it just as bad.

I get into a kneeling position, hold the base of my cock, and guide it to her sweet entrance. Any other time I would take the time to tease her but not tonight. I’ve been craving her all night, watching her talking and laughing and walking.

I press the head of my cock into her pussy and then plunge into her in one thrust. Cora cries out as I fuck her over and over again. Rivers of sweat drip down my face. Her inner walls clench the length of my cock, milking me with every thrust and withdrawal. I support myself with one hand, and with the other, I find her clit, and I rub it rhythmically.

“Thomas!” she cries.

I thrust harder, and before I can count to five, her body spasms, and she whimpers as she comes. I give in to my own release and keep pumping until I’m completely emptied out.

I withdraw my semi-hard cock from Cora’s body and lie next to her on the bed. She inches closer, and I pull her to lie on my chest. I stroke her hair as our breaths slowly return to normal.

“I’ve become addicted to sex,” Cora says, her tone tinged with a laugh.

“That makes the two of us,” I tell her.

I sense that she wants to say something else, but she doesn’t. I’m glad about that. I don’t want Cora to get carried away and mistake what we have for something else.

As much as I like her, I’m happy the way we are. I like this undefined thing that’s happening between us. We’re having a lot of fun without heaping expectations on each other. It’s the perfect non-relationship.