Falling for the Dr (A Small Town Medical RomCom)

I tensed for several long moments and my elbows buckled as the pleasure worked its way through me. A low, keening cry escaped as my body vibrated and then fell limp. “What a talented mouth you have, Dr. Rutledge.”

Cal’s blue eyes instantly blackened and he stood to his full height, giving me a nice view of just how hard he was behind his zipper. “Thanks. It was my pleasure.”

I laughed nervously. “Really? Because it felt like my pleasure.”

“It can be both,” he said, chest heaving, mouth slick from my arousal. The sight turned me on. A lot.

“It can,” I agreed and sat up so I could get my hands on him. This was my night with Cal, and I planned to take full advantage of every minute. My hands went to his waistband, unsnapping the button and tugging on the zipper. I was eager to shove his pants down and reached inside his boxers to grip his cock in my hand. “Nice and hard, just how I like it.”

His head fell back, legs unsteady while I stroked his impressive length. It was hardly fair for a man to be so damn gorgeous and a doctor, with the body of a cross-fit trainer and a cock with so many inches of fun. But tonight, I was benefitting from that unfairness, and I reveled in it.

“Teddy.”

“That’s my name,” I panted and finally shoved his pants and boxers over his hips, so I could get a taste of Cal. He’d shown up with slightly damp hair and smelling of toothpaste, so I knew he was fresh from the shower, and as I leaned forward it was all man musk and ocean scent. I inhaled deeply, gripping him tight before I slid my lips around his cock.

“Oh, fuck!” His hips bucked eagerly, and I smiled at the way he tried to hold himself back.

Not tonight. I pulled him closer to the table and released his cock from my hand so I could grip his tight ass, a move that took him deeper down my throat. It was more than I could handle, but I was determined, and when he tried to pull back, I pulled him forward.

“Teddy,” he growled, but it turned into a moan when I swallowed around his length at the back of my throat. “Fuck, Teddy.”

I closed my eyes and focused on the sounds Cal made as I sucked him off, the moans and groans, the strangled noises when my tongue swiped his sack. His legs started to tremble, and he gripped a handful of my hair to stop my movements.

“No more, Teddy. I need to be inside you. Now.”

“Yes, please.”

My body trembled with need and dripped with desire. I flipped onto my back and spread my legs, sliding one finger deep on a low moan. “You fucking temptress,” he growled and pressed into me in one blissful stroke.

From there, everything was a hot, fiery blur. Cal’s big, capable surgeon’s hands palmed my tits and he pounded fast and thrust deep, hitting that spot over and over and over again. It was almost uncomfortable, but I was so wet, so sensitive that I reacted purely on need. My legs tightened around his hips, sending that last inch to the perfect spot, which Cal hit with impressive accuracy.

“Cal,” I panted, my hands on top of his while they massaged and teased my tits.

“I feel how close you are, Teddy. Let. Go.” He punctuated those last two words with deep strokes that pushed me right over the edge again.

I shook and trembled while his hips continued to stroke into me, sending my pleasure up and up, refusing to let me come down from this high until he was good and ready.

“Oh, Cal.”

Another, smaller orgasm, ripped through me just moments before his own roar of pleasure echoed in the kitchen.

“Fuck! Teddy!” His body jerked hard, sending him deeper and amplifying my own pleasure until my muscles began to ache.

Slowly, I relaxed as I came down, pleasure making every inch of my skin sensitive to his gentle, caressing touches. A small smile crossed my face because, holy hell, that was even better than I imagined it would be.

So much better.

Cal

I wasn’t quite sure what in the hell had happened between stepping inside Teddy’s place and getting naked, but it was fucking fantastic. She was more than beautiful, she was stunning in her simple yoga pants and T-shirt—but out of them, completely naked, she was a wet dream come to life. She was long and lean, strong with curves in all the right places. And her tits, man, I couldn’t get enough of them. They were beautiful and big, with enough jiggle to keep me hard all night long. The way her hips continued to stroke, the way she still squeezed my cock after three orgasms, had me still hard and aching.