Using my teacher taboo s.., p.51
Using My Teacher: Taboo Student Romance, page 51
Christ.
That gave me only a precious few minutes to prepare myself to be closed into a small room with a man I’d all but pined over for the last two years. I could only imagine what disservice my imagination was going to do me.
As I watched the man walk away, I tried not to fixate on his perfect behind – and it really was perfect. Even beneath the white cotton of his doctor’s coat.
Somehow, I managed to find a place to sit down as I groped for a litany that would get me through the coming experience. Something like Do not ravage the doctor, or Hands to yourself, Raven. If I repeated it enough times in my mind, maybe my thoughts would remain halfway decent.
I struggled to concentrate on the forms, filling out my information as best I could. Of course, Maggie and the glares she shot me over the reception desk weren’t helping matters any. I ignored her, flipping through page after page of what seemed to be a novella they asked me to compose about my medical history. No, I didn’t have a history of HIV or cancer in my family. I hadn’t had any surgeries in the past year. It was my first time at the center. As far as I could recall, the only things I’d ever been allergic to were strawberries.
Pursing my lips, I scribbled in the information as fast as I possibly could. I needed to get through this appointment before it became obvious to Doctor Tabor that I was undressing him with my eyes.
Though … I did seem to remember that during the encounter we had a week ago, he’d seemed … interested. Or so it had appeared.
Of course, in seven days, I’d had all the time in the world to work a slight brushing of his hand into a full on attempt at seduction in my mind – but I was fully aware that my mind wasn’t the real world. At least, not yet.
“Raven Johnston?”
Shit.
At the sound of my name, my head jerked up, my pen screeching to a halt in the middle of the page. I wasn’t even halfway done. How the hell had they called me back already?
My palms slightly damp, I rose to head towards the reception desk, intent on dropping off my papers, only to have Maggie shake her head at me, her mouth tight as she pointed towards the door to the examination ward. There, a substantially happier looking nurse was waiting for me, and some of the tension in my gut eased.
This was a doctor’s appointment - that was all. I was being a proactive adult. If anything, I shouldn’t be nervous. I should be patting myself on the back.
I managed to keep that outlook while the nurse took my height, weight, and vitals, before leaving me alone on the examination table. In fact, I kept my cool right up until the doctor entered the room.
And then I was reminded why I was so goddamned intimidated.
Tabor’s tall form slipped into the room and, immediately, he commanded every single iota of my attention. While, just a moment prior, I thought the space was actually pretty roomy for an examination room, all at once, it was much too small. The clean, spicy scent of the well-built man tantalized me as he took a seat on a stool before me, taking my clipboard from my stunned hands to look over the half-finished information.
For a long moment, all I could do was stare.
Admiring him from across a café and from up close were two totally different scenarios. From just two feet away, I could see the way his hair curled willy-nilly at the base of his neck, how weathered the pads of his fingers were and the inescapable depth of his blue eyes.
Which were currently fixed on me expectantly.
Oh, Christ, had he said something to me?
“I’m sorry … could you repeat that?”
To my embarrassment, Doctor Tabor only smirked – and I couldn’t even be angry. The man could probably be pissed at me and I’d still be drooling over him.
“I asked how long you’ve been on Yaz,” he replied without the slightest hint of hesitation.
At the question, my cheeks reddened slightly. I couldn’t help it. I supposed up until that point I hadn’t considered having a male doctor – a male doctor I was in lust with, no less – speaking to me about reproductive matters might be a bit incriminating.
“Um … about three years now?” I finally managed, swallowing thickly as he shifted in his chair, spreading his legs slightly.
I could definitely see the bulge of his package between, and I fought against staring at it shamelessly as I squeezed my thighs together firmly. From one single glance, I could tell that the good doctor was packing – and it didn’t help my situation in the slightest.
“And you’re sexually active?” He was flipping through my forms now, his tone casual. “Single or multiple partners?”
Christ, I was mortified. “Well, no partners right now.” I blurted out the words before I could stop myself and immediately wished the ground beneath my feet would open up and swallow me whole. I had to physically clench every muscle in my body to keep from writhing in embarrassment – and it was a very close thing, still.
“Really? None whatsoever?”
My eyes, which were firmly shut – popped open at the doctor’s mild inquiry. To my surprise, he was gazing up at me with an expression of mild incredulity, a brow arched.
“I … um … well, I’ve been busy with midterms,” I provided quickly, “And to be honest, I’m kind of burnt out on the whole thing. I know that everyone says your college years are for experimentation and all that, but I feel like most of it’s overrated.”
Now I was just babbling. Where on earth was this deluge of idiocy coming from? The more I spoke, the more amused it seemed the doctor became. What started as a mildly interested quirking of lips on his part soon became a full blown smile as he listened to me. When I finally fell silent, my face was flaming, my gaze concentrated on my converse-clad feet.
“I’d have to say that I agree with you there.”
I almost fell off the table, my head jerking upward to meet his gaze once more. “What did you say?”
“About the college experience,” he replied, humor evident in his tone. “I have to admit, it was a while ago for me, but the fact of the matter is: when you’re twenty and horny, you hardly know how to please a woman.”
“Christ … tell me about it.” By this point, my brain and my mouth had obviously stopped communicating properly. “They think all they have to do is shove their dick in you and you’ll see God.”
Did I really say that? Chalk it up to a week of stress on little to no sleep.
Doctor Tabor chuckled, shaking his head slowly. “I see. And do you?”
I blinked, suddenly lost. “Do I what?”
“See God?” He inquired, his voice suddenly low, his blue gaze fixed on mine. My heart rate doubled in the space of five seconds and, for a minute, I forgot how to breathe.
“I … no.” When I finally found my words again, I shook my head slowly. “Never.”
“Well, Miss Johnston,” Doctor Tabor stood to tower over me, and I craned my neck to look up at him, my mouth suddenly dry, “as a doctor, I might, then, suggest a bit of medical advice for you.” Bracing one hand on the table beside me, he leaned over, his scent and the warmth of his body enveloping me. “Follow your instincts. Take what you want. There are so few that do these days.”
For a long moment, I stared at him. I remembered the way he’d looked at me in the coffee shop the day he bought my scone – the hunger in his eyes. How he’d told me how much he liked to view women from certain angles …
In that instant, I must have lost my mind. Reaching up, I took the man’s face between my hands and drew it down to fuse my mouth to his.
I expected him to shove me away – to react in outrage. Anything except what he actually did.
And what he did was kiss me back. His tongue slid skillfully against mine, making me shudder as he sucked and licked at my mouth leisurely – unrushed. Unlike many of the groping college boys I’d been with, he took his time tasting and exploring, and I, in exchange, indulged in his dark, rich taste.
My fingers slid to the nape of his neck, curling into the silky hair I found there a moment before I latched onto his lower lip to suck gently.
Immediately, it was as if a switch had been thrown. A low growl escaped him, and he finally touched me, his hands going to my hips as he jerked me to the edge of the examination table. Nudging a knee between my thighs, he pressed himself against the heat at their crux – and I was suddenly aware of his very obvious erection. His mouth left mine for just long enough to murmur against my lips darkly. “I’ve been waiting for you to do that for years.”
My eyes widened.
He knew.
“Years?” My question was breathless – and instantly cut off as he kissed me again. This time, the gesture was far hungrier. His hands worked their way beneath me, lifting me slightly to curl into my behind and I moaned – a sound of two years pent up frustration. The doctor swallowed it, pulling me even flusher against his clothed cock.
“Fucking years …” he groaned, his mouth trailing over my jaw and down my neck to send fingers of sensation branching through my entire body. “You think I didn’t notice you spying on me?” He bit at the juncture of my neck and shoulder, and I whimpered. “Trying to keep secrets as you squirmed in your seat. A girl like you is impossible to miss, Raven. Those eyes, and that hair … and this body …”
As if to emphasize, he thrust his hips against me once, sharply, and my breath hitched as anticipation spiked through me. “You have no idea what I’m going to do to you.”
At the very notion, my toes curled. “Here?” I managed, on a low moan. “But what if we … what if I …”
“I have twelve-hour shifts for the rest of the week, Raven. Do you want my cock in you now or would you like to wait some more?”
Well, Jesus Christ, when he put it like that …
“Now is good,” I managed.
He chuckled darkly against my neck, long fingers reaching for the bottom hem of the hoodie I wore. “Glad we agree.”
As he worked the thick material off and over my head, my brain struggled to catch up with my body. Was this really happening?
My hoodie hit the floor a moment before Doctor Tabor kissed me again. His tongue flicked against my upper lip, making my thighs quiver, a moment before his hands slid upwards from my hips and along my waist to cup the warm weight of my breasts.
Almost immediately, my nipples hardened into taut, almost painful peaks and a whimper escaped me. “How long has it been for you, Raven?” As his thumbs circled the tips of my breasts leisurely through my bra, I groaned softly.
“Too long …” The doctor blazed a trail of stinging bites along my neck until he reached the deep vee of my T-shirt. There, he sucked at the soft skin leading down to my cleavage, leaving a series of vivid red marks in the wake of his hungry mouth. I shuddered, my fingers threading through his hair until they slid against his scalp.
I arched my hips halfway off the table, my breath leaving me in harsh gusts as I attempted to slide as flush against his body as humanly possible. I wanted him – no, I needed him inside me.
When I reached for the bulge at the crux of his legs, however, the doctor took my wrist in a tight grip, keeping me from my prize. A low whine of disappointment escaped me, and he chuckled softly. “Patience, Raven. All in good time.” With that, he reached down to begin slowly – torturously, rolling up the hem of my T-shirt.
I tried tugging at his hair in an attempt to get him to hurry, but that only earned me a sharp smack on my thigh that drew a soft moan from me. “Behave …” he growled against my neck. “Or I’ll fuck you so hard the whole office will hear.”
That didn’t exactly make me want to behave. When I started to squirm against him, the doctor quickly took my wrists in one of his large hands before wrenching my shirt upward until it covered my face and secured my arms. Only my mouth was left free, and that, he swiftly kissed before I could utter a single protest.
Then, his free hand tugged the straps of my bra down my shoulders before working the fabric down to my waist. The moment my breasts were exposed to the cool air of the office, I shuddered, my thighs clenching. My nipples tightened into taut beads, and the next thing I knew, searing, hungry heat enveloped one of them.
I stifled a cry as the sensation shot downward to pool between my legs, increasing the ache there tenfold.
Brendan’s mouth fastened onto my nipple, his tongue circling the tender flesh slowly before he began sucking and biting at it. I jerked, attempting to escape the grip he had on me and failing, and in retribution, he bit sharply at my aureole, drawing a soft cry from me.
“Quiet.” His command was low and firm – the briefest of reprieves before he latched onto my breast again.
He proceeded to drive me halfway out of my mind.
There was utterly no escape. I was held prisoner by his grip on my wrists and the shirt blinding me – and the doctor took full advantage of my predicament. His tongue slid over the sensitive underside of my breast before his teeth scraped over my nipple once more, making me whimper. If I thought he meant to pay me any amount of mercy, I was disappointed when he only moved to its twin.
He tortured me with his mouth and tongue until I was mewling softly, willing to do any and everything he required if I could just touch him.
After what seemed like an eternity, he finally drew my shirt the rest of the way over my head and released my arms.
For a brief moment, I was almost self-conscious. After all, I was bare from the waist up before a man I’d lusted after for almost as long as I’d been a college student. However, when I realized how intent he was – when I registered the blazing heat in his eyes and remembered the erection straining the front of his slacks, I forgot all my inhibitions.
And it was a good thing too.
“Come here, Raven.” The doctor beckoned me to the edge of the table as his hands went to his fly – and I don’t think I’ve ever assumed the position so fast in my entire life. I slid from the table and to my knees before the doctor, staring up at him with rapt attention as he undid his belt and zipper.
After years of dreaming what the man’s cock would look like in person, I was gratified to be as impressed as I’d imagined.
He was long, thick and beautifully swollen. The tip of his erection rubbed tantalizingly over my lips, and he didn’t have to say a word to induce me to take it into my mouth. I immediately swallowed it whole, and the choked groan that escaped him made my inner muscles contract in anticipation.
He tasted musky … salty and sweet at the same time – and utterly intoxicating. A low moan escaped me, vibrating up the length of his flesh so he cursed softly before his fingers tangled in the mass of curls at the base of my skull. “Fuck yes, Raven …” His hips jerked incrementally against his mouth as he worked himself into my throat. “Just like that.”
I didn’t have to be told twice.
My hands curling into the fabric of his slacks at his hips, I sucked on him powerfully, shifting on my knees to alleviate some of the pressure between my legs. Eagerly, I explored the length of him with my tongue, every subtle shudder and low sound that escaped him driving me insane with lust.
I wanted to taste every part of him – to lick him all the way down to his toes.
But he wasn’t having that.
Before I’d even found my stride, the good doctor used his taut hold on my ponytail to draw me from his cock with a soft pop. I whined softly in protest – even as Brendan jerked me to my feet to turn me and bend me over the examination table. “That’s quite enough of that,” he growled deeply before taking hold of the waistband of my yoga pants and jerking them– along with my underwear, down my legs.
I inhaled sharply as my lower half was bared to his gaze. I was wet enough that the cool air of the room seemed even more pronounced against the damp fold between my legs, and I shivered slightly.
Brendan’s breath turned suddenly ragged, and the next thing I knew, his hands were kneading the taut flesh of my thighs. “Gorgeous …” he murmured lowly, his voice colored with both lust and admiration.
I bit my lip, wiggling my behind in invitation as I offered myself to him. I was all but ready to beg him to take me. But when the man next touched me, it wasn’t with his cock, but rather, his mouth.
Brendan sank to his knees behind me, his tongue sliding between my lower lips hungrily, and I remembered just in time to muffle my shriek of pleasure against the back of my hand. My legs went weak and I gasped as Brendan shoved my legs apart, guiding one knee back onto the table. The gesture left me spread wide and vulnerable to his ravenous appetite.
Needless to say, I found it harder and harder to keep quiet with each passing moment. Brendan lapped at me, his tongue sliding over my entrance up to circle my clit over and over. Unlike every other man I’d ever been with – all of whom acted like going down on me was a chore they’d prefer to skip – the doctor held my hips in place as he groaned obscenely against my lower folds. Laying his mouth flush against my aching flesh, he suckled on my clit until my toes curled painfully and I was slamming my hand against the leather top of the examination table respectively in an attempt to bite back my screams.
The coil of what promised to be an explosive orgasm wound tighter and tighter in my lower belly. I writhed and whimpered, unable to decide if I wanted to buck back against the glorious talent of his mouth or escape the onslaught of his tongue. Little did I know: I wouldn’t have much longer to contemplate the decision.
In a swift motion, Brendan slid two thick, searching fingers into my slick passage as his tongue flicked rapidly against the swollen bundle of nerves between my legs. When said fingers crooked upward to find a spot I thought only I was familiar with, I came apart with a hoarse cry.
My orgasm crashed over me with the force of a tsunami, wracking my entire body in powerful shudders as it coursed through every nerve ending I had. If the doctor hadn’t been holding me, I might have ended up on the floor. Instead, I merely clung to the edge of the table that supported me, my breath coming in short gasps as I tried to gather my wits.
