Page 74 of Aftershock
Only when I reach my building do I slow down and text Alaric.
Me:Miss you too. And I’m a little sore. If only I were dating a doctor who could help me with it…
His response comes just as I step out of the elevator.
Alaric:Bad girl.
Alaric:Why are you up, really? Talk to me.
Heat spreads through my body, my smile wide.
Once more, he’s making time for me when he’s either cleaning up after Harold or already home and about to go to bed.
I’ll make it worth his while.
Me:Other than my sore pussy, I…
Me:*Cough, cough* I don’t know, Dr. Lockwood.
Me:Wait, can you do that?Be my doctor?
The lights are off at home. Hope’s probably already asleep.
I lock up behind me, go to my room, and kick off my shoes when my phone flashes.
Alaric:Not while we’re dating.
Alaric:However, there are ways to address that cough.
“Oh my God,” I whisper to the empty room. He didn’t say anything explicitly dirty, but the meaning is there, in his restrained, professional words.
I want more.
Me:That’s a relief. Because other than my pussy, my throat’s been feeling really empty too. And I’m thirsty. All the time.
Alaric:With the right treatment, it can be manageable.
Me:What treatment?
Alaric:It’s a bit unconventional.
My teeth sink into my bottom lip to stifle a moan.
Me:I’ll do anything at this point.
Alaric:Like letting me shove my cock in your pretty mouth?
Me:Anything, Doctor.
Alaric:Whatever I shoot down your throat, you’ll need to swallow it too.
Alaric:But you can’t tell anyone, or I risk losing my license.
Wetness pools between my legs. My nipples pebble into hard peaks as I think about his cock stretching my lips, hitting the back of my throat.
I get wetter when I imagine him groaning as he empties himself into my mouth and orders me to swallow.
I’ve never done it, but with him, I ache for it.
