Good Time Doctor

“Was it?” he asks me, as he tosses the towels into the trash.

I arch an eyebrow. “Was it what?”

He points at the two remaining words, underlining them with the slash of an index finger. Good time. “I like to think it wasn’t completely false advertising.”

I snort. But when he reaches for me again, I slide my arms up his, to his shoulders, and then slowly drape my wrists around his neck. “Oh, it was most definitely not false advertising.”

“Good.” He leans down to kiss me, and this time I don’t tell him to stop. His hands drop to circle my waist, and I arch up against him, eager, already feeling the hard press of his cock through his jeans, digging into my belly. I squirm against him, and he chuckles against my mouth, his eyes flashing to mine, dark with lust already. “Someone’s eager tonight.”

In response, I slide a hand down between us to cup his cock, tracing my fingers along the outline before I squeeze gently, just hard enough to know that he feels every inch of my fingers on him. “I’ll say he is,” I respond, grinning.

“You know, I do have one complaint about our time together so far, Naomi.” He tilts his head, amusement dancing in his expression.

I stick my jaw out with a defiant smirk and meet his gaze. “Oh, really? And what’s that, Dr. Robinson?”

“You are so fucking impossible to get out of my mind.” His hand slips down between us, tracing over the front of my blouse, over the counters of my breasts and down to the tight skirt I’m wearing. His hand flattens against my belly, dips lower, and his fingers curl against me, brushing my clit, just hard enough to make me gasp. The gasp shifts into a weak little moan as he strokes me lightly, his fingers shifting side to side against me. “I can’t stop fantasizing about all the things I want to do to you, all damn day, every night…”

My eyes flutter half shut, and I arch my body up against his, even as I slide one hand down to trace his abs in front of me, my fingers digging into his solid muscles, bracing myself against him. “You’ll forgive me if I don’t apologize for that, won’t you?” I glance up at him from under my lowered eyelashes and bite my lower lip, just a tiny bit.

In response, he tilts my head to one side and kisses his way down the edge of my jawline, along the slope of my neck, his teeth grazing lightly over my bare skin. “Mm, I might find it in my heart to forgive you. If you make it up to me.” His eyes flash with amusement. “We can start with one of those fantasies.” His hands find my skirt, and he tugs it up my body, higher and higher.

I catch my breath and dart a glance at the door. The stall is down a lesser-used corridor, but it’s still right off the main lobby. Not to mention there’s the bar across the lobby and this is the closest restroom. “What if someone comes knocking?” I ask, arching an eyebrow.

“Then you’ll tell them you’re busy.” His grin widens. “Assuming you can manage to speak without moaning, that is.” He finishes hiking my skirt up past my hips, and his hand slips between my thighs again, his fingers already knowing exactly where to touch, how to stroke along my pussy lips to make me tremble with want, as he pushes his hand farther between my thighs. “Judging by how wet you are… and how noisy you tend to be… we’ll see if you’re up to the challenge.” He winks, and I twist against his hand, arching up into him, even as I long to protest.

“But… if someone catches us…”

“What are they going to do, kick you out of your room?”

My cheeks flush. “It’s just…”

“Are you worried about being caught? Being seen in here like this?” He pushes my panties aside with one thumb, and this time, when he drags his fingers along my pussy, he presses his thumb over my clit and rotates it gently against me, until I’m grinding my hips against him, thrusting into his palm, aching for more. “That just adds to the heat, doesn’t it? That thrill of danger. The thought that you’re right; someone might catch us.”

My breath hitches in my throat. But he’s right. There is something even sexier about it all, the thrill of this, the illicitness. So when he runs his hands over me again, I arch my back and let him take control, my head falling back as he cups the back of my neck and kisses the front, his lips alternatingly tender and hard against my skin.

“Was this your fantasy, then?” I peer down at him with a smile. “Teasing me somewhere almost public?” I arch one eyebrow.

“Part of it,” he replies. His free hand still strokes my pussy slowly, moving in slow circles that make me wet with want, although he never starts to stroke me faster, harder, not in a way that would bring me closer to a peak. It’s like he’s waiting, building the fire in me before he’ll let me release it.

At the same time, his other hand slides around my hip, and without warning, he spins me toward the sink to bend me over it. “The other part of my fantasy is fucking you here,” he says, his voice hot with lust.

I arch my back toward him, craning my neck over my shoulder to watch the show as he undoes his fly, one handed, his other still toying with my pussy. As he draws down his jeans, and his boxers soon after, I reach behind me to catch his cock in one fist, drawing my hand up and down his length in slow strokes, savoring the thick, steel girth of him. His shaft is so thick my hand barely fits around it, my fingers not even able to touch on the other side of him. I shiver just to think of how he feels when he puts this cock inside me, and it makes me even wetter, something I can tell he notices by the low, throaty chuckle he makes as he slowly presses one finger inside of me, feeling the wet slickness of my pussy, eager in anticipation for him.

“Oh, god, I love it when you touch me like that,” I whisper, shivering. I can feel him inhale sharply behind me, sense the hard press of his cock against the back of my thigh.

“And I love it when you talk dirty, with that filthy, naughty mouth of yours,” he replies, slowly stroking that finger in and out of me as he talks.

I arch my hips back against him, eager for more. “Fuck me, Jason.”

“Oh trust me, I will.” I can hear the smirk in his voice, and it makes me turn to catch his eye. “First, though…” He winks at me. “I need to be sure you’re nice and ready for me.” He slowly starts to lower himself behind me. My breath catches as he suddenly bites my ass, hard enough to leave a mark. I gasp, and then gasp again as he gently slaps my other cheek, before he grips both ass cheeks in his hands and spreads them wide behind me. “It’s been too long since I tasted all of you,” he says, his breath hot against that sensitive spot between my cheeks.

I shiver, not just from the heat of his breath, but from my memory of our first night together, up in my room, with me pressed against the big windows overlooking town, and him licking my ass from behin

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He inches toward that same spot again, licking and sucking and nipping at my ass cheeks, alternating from one to the other and back, all while his hands gently massage my ass. Occasionally he lightly slaps me again, just hard enough to make me gasp and jump, to leave a slight stinging red patch on my ass, which he quickly kisses better.

Then his tongue reaches the slit between my cheeks, and he traces the length of it slowly, with the very tip of his tongue. When he reaches the tight little pucker of my ass, I give a shiver, my toes curling inside my shoes, my hands fisted tightly around the sink that I’m bent double over, for balance. His tongue lashes back and forth along that pucker, before it dips lower, between the folds of my lips and then up and back again, along my ass, lapping at me harder, more firmly, until I’m quivering with want.

“Fuck, I need you, Jason,” I groan, my voice echoing a little in the tight space. “Please, fuck me.”

He pulls back just far enough to smirk at me, and then he slides his finger back inside my pussy. “Do you want me to fuck you here?” he whispers, his breath still hot against the cheeks of my ass.

“Y-yes,” I manage to gasp in response, especially as he adds a second finger, and starts to stroke inside me. My walls clench hard around him in anticipation.

But not as much as my whole body does when he pulls his fingers out of me and stands again, positioning himself behind me. I feel the tip of his cock trace up one thigh and down the next, bare. He starts to bend to reach for his jeans, but I stop him with one hand on his wrist, glancing over my shoulder.

“I… I’m on the pill if you want to try…”

He arches an eyebrow, catching my meaning with a smile. “Do you want to feel my raw cock inside you this time, Naomi?” he asks, voice low and husky. “Is that it?”

I swallow hard against the sudden tension in my throat and manage a nod.