Page 78 of The Love We Deny
I raise an eyebrow.
“Yeah,” he nods. “Yesterday.”
“And the discomfort began this morning?” I ask, sliding a finger up his shaft, watching him shiver.
“Y-yeah.” His voice has gone unsteady, a far cry from his usual teasing confidence. “This morning.”
I wrap my gloved hand around him, and he makes a sound that has my cock twitching in my scrubs. “Is everything okay?”
“The gloves.”
“What about them?”
“Nothing, j-just feel strange.”
I watch his face as I stroke him slowly, feeling every inch of him, enjoying my chance to explore his body as much as I’m enjoying getting to tease him for once. “This is a very manageable condition,” I tell him as his hips shift up to meet my hand.
“Is it?”
“Mhm. Very common.” I tighten my grip, watching his mouth open on a silent moan. I can tell by the tension in his body and the way his knuckles are white, gripping the edges of the table, that he’s already close. Maybe I underestimated the effect of my sex ban.
That thought makes me smile. No one has ever been this desperate formebefore.
“There’s something else we could try,” I say, slowing down, thumbing a dribble of come from his tip. “If this isn’t sufficient.”
“What?” he asks, looking up at me, his chest heaving.
“Another treatment option.” I keep my tone clinical, like we’re actually discussing medication. “Highly effective, I hear.”
“Yeah, okay. What is it?” I let him go. “Don’t—” He sits up on his elbows to watch me. “Come on, don’t stop.”
Ignoring him, I go to the cabinet, opening the bottom drawer where I keep the things I don’t ever need. I find what I’m looking for and turn back around with a small packet in my hand.
Will looks at it, and he looks at me, and his eyes widen.
I’ve never seen him this expressive before.
I like it.
“W-what is that?” I approach the table, putting a hand on his thigh. “Bend your knees for me.”
“Fuck, no fucking way,” Will says, letting me guide his leg up so I can reach his hole. I’ve never done this before,in this way,but I’m comfortable enough with the anatomy that I don’t feel any nerves sliding a single gloved finger inside of him.
Will, on the other hand, flinches, reaching for my arm. “Relax,” I tell him, letting him get used to the stretch before I move.
“I’m trying,” he grits out, squirming beneath me, his cock leaking even more onto his stomach.
I find what I’m looking for as soon as I’m ready to, and Will Davis, the man who has never shown any vulnerability in front of anyone as long as I’ve known him, who laughed in my face when I told him I wanted him, whines on my table as I rub against his prostate.
“How does that feel?” I ask, even though I can see the answer in his face.
“Jesus—” He cuts himself off with a moan. “How are you so good at that?”
“I’m a doctor,” I remind him, setting a rhythm, hitting his prostate with every thrust of my finger. When I wrap my gloved hand around his cock again, he gives up on watching, on talking, laying back with another helpless sound.
“Nolan, fuck,” he moans, tightening his grip around my arm and the table. I speed up, knowing he’s got to be close. He really was pent up when he came in here.
“Gonna come,” he warns, followed by a sound I’m grateful Victoria isn’t here to hear, his body coming off the table as he coats his stomach with his come.
