“That bet has nothing to do with the way I feel about you,” I said. “It was a stupid thing to agree to in the first place.”
“I guess you won, though, huh? What’s the prize?”
“Just getting to be with you is good enough for me.”
“Aw, that’s sweet of you. But really, though, what was the wager? I’m curious.”
“Well, after he talked to you that day, he seemed to think that you had no interest in being with anyone at all, so he bet me that I wouldn’t be able to sleep with you. And if he won, I was going to have to take him to a playoff game of his choice.”
“And if you won?”
I thought back, trying to remember. It took me a second. “He was going to hang out with Declan a couple times a month so I could go riding. Or just have that time to myself.”
“So I guess you get that now.”
“I don’t even care if I do. Other than it’d be nice because you and I would have that time to be able to go out and do something, sans children.”
“How’d your parents react?”
“They were happy. Well, my dad started asking about how it was going to look since you’re Declan’s teacher and all, but I didn’t think it would be an issue. Are there rules against that?”
“I don’t know,” she said. “That wasn’t one of the things I asked during my interview.”
“Because I don’t want to get you in trouble or anything like that.”
“There’s probably some sort of ethics about getting involved with a patient, though, isn’t there?”
“I’m sure we could find you another doctor if it was going to be an issue.”
“I don’t even care about that,” she said. She pulled her shirt off, and there were those perfect tits of hers, and I started touching them, rolling her nipples between my fingers until they got hard. Her eyes were half-closed, and she was fumbling with the button on my shorts. She got it undone and unzipped the fly, then pushed my pants down so they were around my knees. She dropped down in front of me, and I felt her mouth go around the head of my cock and I leaned back, closing my eyes. If she’d only ever kissed one other guy before, I had to assume she’d never given anyone head, but she was doing such a good job of it I began to wonder if maybe I was wrong. She worked her tongue in slow circles, then she began moving her head up and down, moving faster the harder that my cock got.
I ran my fingers through her hair, tried to keep my breathing steady and not blow my load right then and there, though it was difficult because it had been a long time since I’d gotten a blow job, never mind one this good. I managed to work my other hand underneath her and reach down so I could grab my balls, pulling them down, away from my body, which took the edge off a bit.
She kept at it, alternating between taking me almost all the way in to just paying some serious attention the head of my cock, licking it as though it were a delicious lollipop. I reached out and grabbed the edge of the kitchen counter because I felt like I was about to fall over.
And then she was standing up, pushing her shorts down, yanking her underwear off. She leaned against the counter, hoisting one of her legs up, and I held onto her hips and spread my own legs apart so I could get at the right angle to slide my cock into her. She was so wet. I held onto her hips as I started to fuck her, leaning my upper body back from her so I could look at her as I did so. Her tits bounced up and down as we moved, and she threw her head back, her throat slender and exposed. I could see her pulse beating there, underneath the smooth skin. I brought one hand up and squeezed her nipple and she cried out, biting her lip, her pussy muscles tightening around me. I wasn’t going to be able to hold off much longer, the feeling was about to roar through me like a steam engine. Nothing I could do about it. I tried to hang on long enough for her to climax, and as I felt her muscles contracting around me, I pulled out, but instead of just standing there, she dropped to her knees again and took me into her mouth, right as I came.
Holy fucking shit.
Chapter Nineteen
Allie
“So, have you given any more thought to coming down here?” my mother asked. “The weather’s been just marvelous. There’s no better place to be than the city when the weather is this gorgeous.”
“It’s not like I live in a different hemisphere,” I said. “The weather’s been pretty spectacular up here, too. Minus all the smog and traffic and everything.”
“This isn’t Los Angeles, Allie,” my mother said. “There isn’t any smog here. And the traffic hasn’t been so bad, either.”
“Says the woman who hardly ever drives. Boston is specifically designed to cause as many traffic jams as humanly possible.”
“Oh, stop it. I’m just trying to figure out a time when you and Cole and Declan can come down here. I think that’d be really nice. Have you mentioned it to him yet?”
“No, but I seem to recall you mentioning it several times when you guys dropped in on us that day.”
“You say it like it’s a bad thing, us stopping by.”
“Well, I wasn’t expecting you.”