Page 30 of Deranged
She shifted in my lap, and I lifted her slight weight easily onto my desk. Instead of demanding ground, she waited, eyeing me as I cupped my hands under her knees and dragged her forward. My pen and notepad hit the floor, but neither of us cared. She leaned her weight back on her hands, and I eyed the line her body made from her neck to her hips.
“What are you going to do with me now, Doc?”
I licked my lips. “If you make another Freud quip right now, I’m going to spank you.”
A smile curled at the corner of her mouth. “Is that an invitation or a threat? I do love a good spanking.”
I chuckled. “You would.”
She cocked her head to the side, and I felt thoroughly flayed open. This woman probably knew as much as I did about psychology. No, more. She’s studied under a different kind of motivation than I had. Mine was ambition, hers for life, for her future.
“I think you’ve exhausted your Freud compendium.”
She let out a short laugh. “Are you willing to take that risk, Doctor.? There isn’t much you can do against a well-timed Freud joke.”
I stepped between her open thighs and pressed thumbs to the sensitive insides, and ran them straight up. She licked her lips and hissed out a breath. “I think I’ll be able to protect myself.”
Her eyelids had drooped, and I enjoyed the lazy look in her eye. The one that said she’d let me take my time, but when I finished, it would be her turn.
“Kiss me,” I said.
She leaned forward, wrapped her hand in my tie, and yanked my face to hers. I didn’t even try to fight.
She met my lips with a fierce kiss, pulled my tie as if she might mesh us further together by the anchor of fabric. I dragged her hips to the very edge of the desk so I could feel the heat of her against me. I wanted her naked and splayed, but I didn’t want to risk it with the hospital awake and alive around us.
I matched the smooth pass of her lips against mine and curled my hands around her thighs as she deepened it and meshed our tongues together. After a minute, she let my tie go and grabbed my belt buckle. Not one single part of me made a move to stop her.
She striped the leather from the brass and then worked the buttons until she could easily press her hand into my pants. When her skin met mine, I groaned along with her.
“I want you inside me. Right now.”
She released me, peeling her hands down her legs, she kicked her underwear and pants off, her slippers going with it. I shoved my own pants down to my feet and stepped up to her. I started to grab my pants again, but she shook her head. “No condom. I want to feel you inside me. Please.”
The softness and the heat of her pinged in my brain, and I couldn’t force myself to grab the condom. We could be careful. I’d be careful.
She guided my hips, and I used the tip of myself to rub against her clit. She hissed a breath and tried to rub back against me. “Patience, Love. I’m going to give you want you want.”
I gently slid inside her. She winced, and I realized she must be sore. “Are you okay?”
“Fine. Don’t you dare stop.”
I dragged her hips against me, and she leaned back and wrapped her legs around me to give us better leverage. The hot, wet heat of her body wrapped around me sent my already precarious control out the window. I wanted to fuck her into the desk hard enough to leave bruises on both of us. But she was already sore, and I feared hurting her. I focused on the wood grain over her shoulder and let her arch her hips, finding the rhythm she liked. Short shallow strokes that pressed my cock against her clit with every pass.
“You deserve to be splayed open on my bed. My face between your legs, taking my time,” I whispered as she fucked me from below.
She pressed her hand against my lips. “Shhh…I’m trying to come.”
Unbelieving she just shh-ed me, I pulled out of her. She cried out and glared. I narrowed my eyes. Pulled her off the desk and spun her to face the wood. Once I had her hips up on the wood again, I spread her thighs, her shapely ass so lovely and inviting, then I pushed back into her. She dropped her head onto the desk with a sigh.
Until I smacked the round of her ass with my hand. It produced a cute little yelp, and the clench of her pussy around me was my punishment and reward.
I held her in place and then lazily thrust in and out of her. She settled underneath me, I pressed the flat of my hand on her lower back and teased her with every stroke.
She wrapped her hand underneath her hips. She started rubbing her clit and letting out bursty little exhales against the wood of my desk, condensation spreading in front of her lips with each one.
The sight of her playing with herself sent me over the edge. I wrapped my hands on her hips and dragged her back into me with each thrust forward.
She said, “Fuck yes,” but it didn’t reach my brain with my own orgasm so very close. I pumped into her hard and fast, nothing gentle left to give her. She didn’t want it anyway.
