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  I was frozen as he reached up with two fingers and flipped open the front clasp, exposing me. The chill in the air made my nipples peak, which Jacob assisted with the tips of his fingers. When his lips closed around one sensitive nub, I couldn’t stop myself from running my fingers through his TV-perfect hair. He slumped back into the couch and started unbuttoning his shirt, his eyes fixed on mine.

  “So, if there hadn’t been a blizzard tonight, would we be here right now?”

  I eased off his lap until my knees hit the floor. Growing impatient with his slow undressing, I pushed his hands aside and finished opening his shirt in record time.

  “Does it really matter, Jacob?”

  “No. But remind me to thank Don for making you such an essential part of our newscast.”

  I threw his shirt over my shoulder and practically ripped the white T-shirt from his muscled torso. My eyes dropped to the flash of silver in his belt buckle and in my moment’s hesitation, Jacob opened his pants, exposing the proud curve of his erection pressing against the black fabric of his boxer-briefs. His pricey wool pants were soon alongside the rest of his clothes on the ugly station carpet. All that stood between me and his cock was a flimsy bit of cotton. I’d lost count of the minutes and hours I’d wasted at work imagining this very thing. As I peeled the last layer of impediment away, my breath caught in my throat at the sight of his gorgeous dick, hard and thick.

  Wrapping my hand around the base, I took the tip into my mouth, closing my eyes as he let out a deep sigh and slouched down on the leather. I laved my tongue over every inch of him, taking the time to suck each of his balls into my mouth, before enveloping him completely down my throat.

  “Fuck. That feels so good.”

  His hand twined in my hair, the gentle tug making my hand drop into my panties. I was soaking wet and as my fingers slid over my swollen clit, I moaned around his cock. Just as my tongue swirled around the flared tip of his cock, he shifted away from me. Looking up at him, I saw a quirky grin on his face.

  “Your turn, Kenna.”

  He pulled me to my feet and playfully shoved me back on the couch, right on top of my stolen fleece blanket. My pants and thong were gone in an instant and Jacob spread my legs wide, taking his time running his hands up the insides of my thighs. I stared at the water-stained ceiling as he parted my pussy lips with his thumbs, my whole body trembling in anticipation and lust. The tip of a finger slid inside me at the same time his lips made contact with my clit, making my back arch off the couch. He teased and toyed with me, pouring pure gasoline onto an already raging fire. As he probed me deeper, his husky voice rang out in the small space.

  “God, you taste so good. Even better than I imagined.”

  I gasped as he took the words from my brain, the soft swirl of his tongue making it impossible to even contemplate a response. My hips moved without my consent, pushing me ever closer to the edge. Jacob’s rhythm was ever changing and when I felt one finger become two inside me, I couldn’t stop the moans from coming out of my mouth. My logical brain knew I should be quiet, but it seemed beyond me at that moment. Just as the pleasure started to overwhelm me, Jacob disappeared from between my legs. I propped myself up on my elbows just in time to see him returning from his desk with a condom in his hand.

  “Sorry for the delay. I wasn’t exactly expecting this tonight.”

  “Says the guy with condoms in his desk at work.”

  “Call it wishful thinking. I’ve always wanted to fuck in here.”

  “Glad I could help.”

  “Me too.”

  He kissed me and sat down on the sofa and I watched as he rolled the condom onto his cock. Once again, he pulled me into his lap, my wet cunt mere inches away from the head of his dick. Our lips met again as he tried to urge me on, but I was enjoying his torment a bit too much to give in so soon. He sighed as I nibbled his neck, letting the space between us diminish until I felt him between my swollen lips. I tilted my hips and let him rub over my clit before smiling down at him.

  “Please, Kenna. You’re killing me. Haven’t I waited long enough for you?”

  I eased down onto his cock, his mouth falling open as I finished my slow slide.

  “I think we’ve both waited long enough.”

  I expected a frenzied fuck, but instead we moved slowly, deliberately, as if to relish each sensation. Jacob’s hands cupped my tits, his thumbs strafing my nipples as he moved in and out of me. The friction of my clit rubbing against him was exquisite, as were his lips around my nipple, sucking and licking.

  “Jacob.”

  His name came out of my mouth in a whisper, but he replied with a groan. We started to move faster, our bodies both careening toward the edge with abandon. I cast a glance toward the window, where the snow was still falling softly just beyond the glass. He took my attention back with a hard kiss, his hands cupping my ass as he fucked me. I swiveled my hips hard against him, giving me just the nudge I needed. My head fell back, and my moans grew choked and broken as I came. Jacob held me through each shudder, until I couldn’t move anymore, my body heavy and spent. He thrust into me one last time, grunting softly against the crook of my neck, his embrace tightening as he came.

  It took all the rest of my strength to climb off him and collapse onto the couch. After Jacob cleaned up, he lay down beside me, pulling the fleece blanket over us both. Our bodies entwined as my eyes fell closed; his fingers stroked up and down my back.

  “Jesus, Kenna. That was amazing.”

  “Right back at you, Jacob. Sorry I kept you up so late.”

  “It’s okay. Jan in makeup will just have to work extra hard tomorrow.”

  He kissed me softly and pulled me tighter.

  “It’s a shame this snow’s going to stop by morning.”

  “Why’s that?”

  “Because it would have been nice to be snowed in with you again tomorrow night.”

  “Well, maybe we’ll get another storm soon.”

  He chuckled, and I could feel the vibrations through his chest.

  “It’s funny you should say that. There’s supposed to be another storm front coming through this weekend. Maybe just to be safe, you should come to my place after work on Friday. You know, just in case we get trapped again.”

  “Sounds like a plan.”

  “And, Kenna?”

  “Yeah?”

  “Don’t forget to bring a blanket.”

  DOCTOR’S ORDERS

  Sasha White

  It was the car that first caught my attention. A red 1974 Triumph convertible. Even though it was my first day of work at the hospital, and I was late, my feet slowed as I walked past that car. I’ve always loved a fast ride, and that car promised one.

  It didn’t take long to learn who it belonged to either. Dr. Tyler was the name all the nurses whispered with a giggle and a sigh. He was handsome, charming and a neurologist. He wasn’t a hot young stud like television’s McDreamy; he was better. And as the months passed, I learned more. Dr. Ty played golf and the piano with equal ease. He spoke to the staff with kindness, not condescension. And when he serenaded his date with his smooth deep voice at the hospital’s Christmas party, there wasn’t a dry pair of panties in the room by the time he was done. Even the older nurses watched him with a gleam of desire in their eyes.

  Me? I stayed away from him as best I could. Strong, intelligent men were a weakness of mine, but I’d learned early on in my career not to play where I work.

  That didn’t stop me from fantasizing though, and after the shit week I’d just been through, a Dr. Ty fix was just what I needed.

  I heard his laugh as soon as I entered the lecture theater, and my pussy gave a little quiver of anticipation. After settling into a seat in the back corner, I sent a quick prayer skyward that no one would sit nearby, and watched the small group of men near the stage. They all wore the white coats of their shared profession, the same one almost everyone else in the theater wore. The joy of working in a teaching hospital was be
ing able to attend lectures on specialties that weren’t my own.

  At this point in time I really didn’t care what the topic was, all I cared about was sitting in the back staring at Dr. Ty and listening to that smooth voice use big fifty-dollar words as I did my best not to come in my pants. At the end of his lecture I stayed in my seat, head back and eyes closed as everyone around me streamed out of the room. When I was surrounded by silence, I opened my eyes and straightened up in preparation for leaving, only to find the man himself standing in front of me.

  “I’m sorry to be so boring as to put you to sleep, Dr. Barrow,” he said.

  Heat crept up my neck and I debated what to do next. I knew what I should do, and it wasn’t what I wanted to do. “I wasn’t sleeping, Doctor,” I replied, hoping he’d take the bait.

  “What were you doing?”

  I stood, a small smile playing at my lips. “Fantasizing,” I said, then walked away.

  Come on, come on, come on, I thought as I neared the theater’s exit. Don’t let me down Dr. Ty.

  “Dr. Barrow,” he called out, sending a surge of pleasure through my veins. “May I ask what you were fantasizing about?”

  I turned at the exit and faced him. He was less than ten feet away, his head tilted slightly, his lips curled in an inviting smile. It wasn’t just his voice that turned me on, or the big words. It was the glasses, the intelligence that gleamed in his eyes and the brain that made him such a success in his field. When I said he wasn’t McDreamy, I meant it. He wasn’t some thirtysomething stud with a full head of thick, curly hair to wrap my fingers in and a rock-hard body to ride all night long. He was a good fifteen years older than me, his hair was a little graying and his waistline a little soft. But he was smart, and strong, and as I watched him walk toward me with that flirty little grin, all I could think about was getting him on my gynecological table, strapping his feet into the stirrups and turning that powerful brain to mush.

  “I’m not much of a talker, Doctor, but if you feel you’re up to it, I’d be happy to show you.”

  His eyebrows jumped and his eyes brightened at my challenge. My heart pounded and my insides quivered as I waited for his answer. I was breaking one of my own rules, but at this point I just didn’t give a fuck.

  “What exactly would showing me entail?” he asked as he sauntered forward.

  “Getting naked,” I replied. “Beyond that you’ll just have to follow me to find out.”

  That said, I left the theater. Chest tight and thighs slick with desire, I strode down the hallway toward the exam room I’d just been dreaming of. Solid footsteps followed me, and I breathed a sigh of relief. He was coming. This was going to happen.

  He surprised me by not flinching when he followed me into the examining room and saw me standing next to the gynecological table, a hand caressing one of the stirrups. “Ready?” I asked.

  He moved forward as if to kiss me, and I stepped back, a hand on his chest. “Oh, no. This isn’t about romance, Doctor. It’s about pleasure.”

  “Excuse me?”

  “Strip.”

  Since I was already shrugging out of my lab coat and reaching for the buttons on my blouse, he quickly followed suit. When he was naked, he moved toward me, hands reaching. Again, I stepped away.

  “Linda?” he asked.

  “My fantasy, right, Dr. Ty?”

  “Yes,” he said, sounding just the tiniest bit unsure.

  I gestured to the exam table. This was a make it or break it moment. “Hop up and put your feet in the stirrups then, please.”

  We stared at each other for a moment, and the gentle throb between my legs kicked up a notch. Just when I thought he was going to reach for his pants and leave, Ty took a deep breath and climbed up onto the table.

  My breath caught in my throat and I grinned at him. “You’ve always been sexy, Tyler, but never have I wanted you more than I do right now,” I said.

  His hard-on had deflated, but my words made his cock twitch again, and I started slow. Gliding my hands up his naked legs, I was sure to keep my touch light so that the hair dusting his skin stood up to tickle the palm of my hand. I ignored the softness of his cock and continued up over his chest to toy with his nipples. His hands twitched on the table, and I knew he was unsure of what to do with them. Curious to see what he would do, I didn’t offer any direction. I tickled the shell of his ear and walked around the table to the other side. Only when I reached the end of the table again and stood between his spread thighs did he speak, his voice quivering just a little.

  “What are you planning on doing down there, Dr. Barrow?”

  The anxious question sent a shiver of delight through me. Bending forward I nuzzled my cheek against his inner thigh, and let my breath tease the sensitive skin of his balls as I answered.

  “I plan on making you speechless with pleasure, Dr. Tyler,” I replied before taking his cock in my mouth and sucking.

  There’s something beyond erotic about taking a man in your mouth when he’s soft and feeling him grow inside you. I could count his heartbeats by the throb of his cock as it stiffened against my tongue. I wrapped my lips around him and took him as deep as I could. Soon, his hardness filled my mouth and my hand was gripping the base, holding Ty still as he tried to thrust.

  Now that he was hard, it was time to play.

  Stepping back, I went for my purse. It didn’t take long to find what I was looking for, and the sound of the Velcro tearing open echoed loudly in the room. I dug the fingertip vibrator out of the little pack and slipped it on. Holding up my hand to show Ty what it was, I walked back to where he lay.

  “What’s that?” he asked, ignoring the condom packet I tossed on his belly.

  “It’s a vibrator,” I replied. “Most stores advertise it as a massager for headaches and neck pain, which it does work on, but because of its size the options for use are only as endless as your imagination.”

  I pressed the tiny switch and watched Ty’s face for a reaction as I slowly lowered my covered fingertip toward his hard nipple. He gasped when I brushed it lightly over the rigid tip. Encouraged, I brushed it once again, more firmly. No gasp this time, but his mouth opened soundlessly and his body arched against my hand, wanting firmer pressure.

  Teasing him, I brushed my covered fingertip over his other nipple and placed my lips on the abandoned one, sucking gently at first, and then strongly, before starting to nibble sharply with my teeth at the same time as I rolled the other nipple between the vibrating pad and my thumb. The silence continued to be broken only by the occasional gasp or moan of pleasure.

  I felt his hand for the first time then. His body lay still as he let me play, but one of his hands slid up the back of my thigh and over my ass, where his fingers dug into the plump cheeks before relaxing again. I continued to lick and nibble at his chest, my hand traveling south as his fingers gripped, then relaxed, like a cat kneading a pillow before it lies down.

  The muscles in his thighs tensed when I cupped his balls, and a shiver ran through him. He lifted his hips with a groan and twisted his body, lifting me up onto the table to straddle his face. Firm hands gripped my hips and he pulled me down until I was almost sitting on his face. His tongue thrust between my swollen pussy lips and licked up and down, learning the dips and swells between the slick folds until he nudged against my entrance. I shifted my weight until I was lying between his thighs, and he could feel my breath on his eager cock.

  My tongue snaked out and swiped a taste of the precome leaking from the tiny opening. “Oh yeah,” he groaned.

  Using the forefinger and thumb of my free hand I circled the base of his cock and pulled it away from his belly before placing a long, slow, wet lick up the underside to the head. I licked it like a lollipop for a few seconds before finally taking him completely into my mouth and going to work. I began slowly, with firm strokes up and down and gentle suction, my tongue playing along his shaft inside my mouth, but his own busy tongue kept distracting me. I knew I should be goin
g slower, should be enjoying having this man naked in front of me, toying with him, teasing him and stoking his passion higher and higher until he begged. But right then, I was the one who was ready to beg.

  Determined to give as good as I got, I reached around his leg and pressed my vibrating fingertip against the soft skin between his balls and his asshole as I humped his face.

  “Ooh god,” he moaned. “You’re good.”

  His cock was pulsing against my tongue, and I knew he couldn’t take much more. I pressed my fingertip firmly against the tender area under his balls before sliding it toward his puckered hole and picking up the speed of my strokes. His cock throbbed against my tongue and his balls pulled up against my chin, signaling he was about to come. I tightened my grip on the base of his cock and pulled back. “Not yet, stud,” I warned.

  A soft “Arrgghhhh,” was the frustrated response I got.

  Sitting up, I reached for the condom pack, ripped it open and rolled it down his impressive length. Shuffling forward on my knees, I gripped his cock in one hand and braced my body with the other on one of his knees before impaling myself on his shaft.

  “Ugh!” he grunted.

  “God, you feel good!” I sighed.

  “Oh yeah, baby. That’s it. Ride me.” Ty’s hands snaked down and gripped my hips to hold me as he used his feet in the stirrups to brace himself and thrust upward. I moaned with each thrust as he hit deep inside me, and I slid my hand between us. A shock of pleasure ripped through me when the vibrator pulsed against my clit, and my pussy clenched.

  “What?” Ty grunted.

  His hands gripped my waist and his hips pistoned up and down as he panted like a freight train. His thick cock rammed up into me again and again and my cunt tightened, the first tremors of an orgasm gaining power. I was quickly losing my sanity as pleasure washed over me, so I reached between his spread thighs and played my fingertip over his tightly puckered hole.

  “Oh shit,” Ty cried. “Oh fuck.”

  Triumph filled me as I realized I’d done what I’d been fantasizing about for months. I’d reduced the charming and intelligent Dr. Tyler to animalistic grunts and monosyllabic groans of pleasure.