Instinctively, I wrap both legs around his waist, and cling to him, my arms around his shoulders as he holds me there against the door, suspended.
“One warning.” He catches my eye, smirking. “You’re going to have to be much quieter than you normally are, if we’re going to get away with this.”
My heart skips a beat. Damn. Two minutes alone in my bedroom with him and I’d already forgotten my entire family is in this house. Now that I concentrate on it, I can hear the sounds of the party outside, voices downstairs, flooding back into my senses.
I catch his eye and match his daring smile with one of my own. “Challenge accepted,” I tell him, tossing my hair to one side, defiant.
But I don’t know how hard it’s going to be. Especially when he pins me back against that wall and drives into me, in one smooth thrust, his cock spearing between my lips and deep into my pussy. I moan, and he catches my mouth in a deep kiss to muffle it, my groan swallowed in his lips as I feel his thick cock stretch my pussy, filling me completely, making me ache with sweet release.
He draws back a little, just a couple inches, and pumps into me again, over and over, slowly drawing further back, until he’s thrusting in and out of me completely, the whole length of his shaft diving into me each time. I keep my voice down, containing myself to little gasps of pleasure. But it’s hard. It takes all of my concentration not to cry out in pleasure, especially when he tilts me back a little, to angle himself inside me, and the tip of his cock drags over my G-spot, adding a gentle, constant pressure there that drives me wild.
My toes curl where my legs are clamped around his waist, and my nails dig into his shoulders for balance.
“Is it everything you wanted, dirty girl? My cock inside you, filling you up…”
“Fuck yes,” I gasp, between hard pants. “God, you feel so good.”
“I fucking love your sexy pussy,” he replies, and I can tell his breath is starting to get labored too.
“You feel so fucking good,” I reply, my voice going a little louder as I forget myself, forget everything except how good his cock feels buried inside me as he fucks me harder, faster…
“Naomi?”
We both freeze in mid-fuck, my legs wrapped around his body, his pinning me against the door. Fuck. Mom.
“Naomi?” she repeats, and I hear the dreaded creak of her footsteps on the stairs. She’s downstairs but coming up here.
Shit, shit shit. Quickly, Jason releases me and drops me back to the ground. When he pulls out of me, it causes an almost physical ache to spread throughout me. It makes me want him back inside me again, no matter what, and damn the consequences. But I have to pull myself together now.
It takes me a moment to be able to respond. First, I have to catch my breath, and then I have to turn away from the sight of Jason, standing there, naked and hot as hell, his cock rock hard and standing at attention, red and flushed with desire, glistening with my juices. God, he looks fucking amazing.
I force myself to turn around and face the door instead. “Yeah, Mom?” I shout.
“We’re about to cut the cake, Naomi. Where are you?” Her voice drifts closer.
“I’m just changing, Mom,” I shout through the door, my brain whirring through excuses quickly. “I, uh… I spilled something on my dress.” Jason and I both glance at my dress, which is now wrinkled from our efforts. Well, it’s not a complete lie. I am definitely going to have to change now anyway.
“Well, hurry up,” Mom snaps, but thankfully her voice starts to fade in the other direction, as she starts to retreat back down the corridor. “We’re not going to wait around all day for you.”
I don’t stop holding my breath until the creaks on the stairwell stop, and we’re alone on the top floor of the house again. Only then do Jason and I both burst into relieved laughter, and he catches me as I sink into the door with relief.
“That was too close,” I murmur, as I reach down for my panties.
Jason just laughs, shaking his head, as he steps back to let me dart past him for a change of clothes. What am I doing?
But somehow, even as I redress and prepare to face the party again, I can’t bring myself to regret it. Not with Jason standing right here. As much as I may not know about him, and as terrible an idea as it probably is, I can’t deny, I’m starting to fall for this guy.
12
Three days later, I’m due in the hospital for a follow-up appointment, just to double-check that there are no lingering injuries from the car accident. I haven’t seen Jason since the day of my cousin’s party, although he did end up driving me back to my hotel room and spending the night yet again.
He’s texted since, but I haven’t replied. I still am not sure if I should be doing this. All of Monica’s warnings keep running through my mind.
But today, I’ll have to see him, like it or not. After all, he is my doctor. So I take way longer getting dressed in the morning than I normally would, changing my outfit a few times before I finally settle on a simple skirt and blouse—and skimpy panties underneath, just in case. Hey, can’t blame a girl for being optimistic.
I wind up running a little late for my appointment, after all the changing and checking myself in the mirror before I left the house. My stomach does little anxious flips as I draw into a parking space out front and step into the building. I can’t help but be excited about this, even though it should just be a routine visit to the hospital, not anything exciting. All I can think about is the last time I saw him. Everything we did in my hotel room afterward.
The way it felt to kneel on the carpet in front of him and take that thick, hard cock of his between my lips. I let him take control, thrusting deeper and deeper into my mouth, until the tip of his cock touched the back of my throat. I relaxed, letting my muscles go slack, and Jason’s voice came out a deep groan as he came in my mouth. I lapped up every drop, licking at him and savoring the taste, just like his scent but headier, thicker, in a way that made me hungry for him all over again.
We stayed up most of the night that night, and even now, three days after, it still makes me shiver, heat pooling between my legs just to think about it.
That’s what’s on my mind as I stride through the front doors of the hospital, my breath hitching in my chest in anticipation of seeing him. But I’m not even all the way inside the building when I catch sight of someone familiar. Someone who makes my breath catch in an entirely different way than Dr. Jason Robinson.
Because across the lobby, pinning some poor unsuspecting person against the wall as she yells something that somehow hasn’t drawn any other attention yet—a quick glance around the room proves why. It must be lunch hour, there’s no nurses or anyone else in sight—is Mrs. Randall.
My heart begins to beat faster, this time with anger. I ball my fists at my sides and stride across the lobby toward her.
“How dare you do this to him, to me,” Mrs. Randall is shouting when I reach her side.
My eyebrows shoot up in surprise when I realize who it is she’s cornered to s
hout at. The girl from my flower shop, the mousy-looking, shy one. Angel Robinson. Immediately, my heart goes out to her, this poor other girl suffering from Mrs. Randall’s wrath. Whatever she has going on with Jason, whatever the situation, she surely can’t deserve this kind of treatment.
“Hey,” I interrupt, raising my voice.
Mrs. Randall whirls on me like she’s ready to keep shouting. But the moment she realizes who it is, her face blanches.
“Good to see you again, Mrs. Randall,” I say, starting right in before she can get another word in edgewise. “It’s funny I should run into you here of all places. Do you know why I’m here?” I narrow my eyes. “I’m here for a follow-up appointment on the injuries I sustained when you ran me off the road.”
The shy girl, Angel, darts a glance from me to Mrs. Randall and back again, as though she wants to add something, but isn’t sure whether she ought to.
Mrs. Randall’s mouth purses. “As I have told you before, Ms. Jordan, I don’t know what you are referring to. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I was just—”
“What, berating this poor girl?” I interrupt, arching an eyebrow.
Angel dares a little smile, which she flashes at me.
“How dare you,” Mrs. Randall puts in, voice lowering with fury.
At that moment, another voice interrupts all of our glares. “Ladies?” All three of us turn to find Jason striding across the floor toward us. His eyes dart from me to Mrs. Randall and then finally land on Angel, widening. “Is everything all right?”
I open my mouth to explain that no, everything is not all right, this woman here practically ran me off the road, caused all my injuries, and now seems to be berating this Angel girl for no reason, when Mrs. Randall cuts across me with a broad smile.
“Of course, Jason. Everything is just fine here.” She plasters on a bright smile that even I can’t mistake. Is she… flirting with him?
My eyebrows shoot up my forehead. I shoot a glance at Angel to see her reaction. She’s glaring at Mrs. Randall now, fists balled, and she looks angrier than ever. But before either of us can contradict the woman, she’s already slipping past us toward Jason.