Medicine Man (Page 51)

Again a burst of a laugh, angry, incredulous. “You’ve thought about everything, haven’t you?”

I nod. “Yes.”

“But you forgot something.”

“Wh-what?”

“You forgot how big I am,” he says with gritted teeth. “I’m pretty fucking big and you’re tiny, aren’t you, Willow? So fucking tiny and snug that you were worried someone might hurt you. Do you know what happens when a man fucks you standing up? Do you know what will happen if I do?”

Swallowing, I shake my head, twisting in his lap. All this big and tiny talk is messing with my lust, dialing it up several notches.

“I’ll have to jam my way in. I’ll have to fucking shove my cock inside your cunt, and every time I pull out, the gravity will pull you down. Do you know where you’ll feel me, Willow?” He doesn’t wait for my answer, all big and brooding and stationary. “In your fucking stomach. You’ll feel me in your soft stomach. I’ll be so deep inside of you that you won’t ever get me out. Do you want that, Willow? Do you want to feel that? Because even I can’t save you from that hurt.”

I should be nervous, I know. He’s not exactly painting a very pretty picture. I don’t want to feel anything in my stomach.

But then again, if it’s him, I don’t mind.

Except…

“Have you done this before?” I ask, disgruntled.

Something about that makes his lips twitch. “Not with a virgin, no.”

The way he says the V word, like it’s a curse, makes me want to smack him in the head. What does he think virgins are? A different species, from another planet? Born and bred in captivity?

I wiggle over him, accidentally rubbing his dick over my pussy. Or maybe not so accidentally. Maybe I did it on purpose because I’m so fucking horny.

“I asked you for it, didn’t I? I can handle it.” I hover over his lips and whisper, “You being in my stomach. I’ll be as good as any other woman you’ve fucked.”

He’s silent for a beat before finally, finally pushing back against me.

“You won’t be.”

My heart breaks a little at his statement.

At his confidence.

But I don’t get to voice it because he changes direction and goes to the wall. The wall I pointed out to him.

My back hits the brick just as he mutters, lowering me to the ground, “You’ll be better and that’s the whole fucking problem.”

At first, I can’t believe he said that, but then I can’t help it; I smile.

He growls, though. “Stop making things difficult, Willow. Or I’ll leave right now.”

I shake my head. “Sorry.”

He goes down on his knees then, taking my pajamas and my panties with him. That was so sudden that I don’t have the time to prepare or do anything but gasp.

“Simon, I don’t –”

My speech cuts off when he snaps his eyes up. “You asked for it, didn’t you?” At my small nod, he swallows. “So, I’m doing it. But that’s it. From here on out, it’s my show. You’ll do as I say. Because if I get even a little bit of indication that this is hurting you in any way, I’m going to stop.”

I fist his hair. “No, okay. I won’t say anything.”

“Good.”

I bite my lip and my stomach clenches at the sight of him on his knees. The top of his dark, messy-haired head reaches my heaving breasts. But his face is bowed; he’s looking at my pussy and I curl my toes at his intense stare.

Simon pushes my top up, dragging it across my trembling stomach with his splayed palms. His touch is so possessive, so rough and so tender at the same time, and I breathe really slowly, really carefully to absorb everything.

“The first time I saw you, you were on your knees, picking up the pages of your book,” he whispers, his eyes on his own hands as he watches them tug my nightshirt up.

I remember that. I remember that so well. I hated the idea of him. Another jerk of a doctor. Another man with a God complex who would mess with my life.

He did mess with my life. He still is. But in a very good way. A very, very good way.

“I couldn’t see you that way. I have no idea why. I didn’t even know your name. I hadn’t even seen your face. I just…” He watches my stomach as it slowly comes into view. “I just knew. That you didn’t belong there. On your knees.”

I press my lips together, trying to keep my tears at bay. They are happy tears though. So happy.

Such a strong longing grips me. It’s almost like panic. What if this doesn’t work? What if he can never lose his demons? What if after seven days all of this is over?

I can’t believe I’m freaking out like this. When I’m half naked in front of him and he’s about to do things to me. Delicious things.

But then Simon presses a soft kiss on my trembling stomach and all my negative thoughts go poof. He sucks in the flesh, nipping it with his teeth, making me moan.

He lets the spot go and looks up, at last, his hands under my heaving breasts. His breaths are wild, and every inch of his expression has been washed over by lust. “You really are a snow princess.”

His thumbs caress the undersides of my tits and my hips roll off the wall, trying to get closer to him, to his touch. My nipples are sore, poking through my shirt.

“Right now, I don’t feel like a snow princess,” I admit shakily.

“Yeah, what do you feel like?”

“All hot and burning up.”

With a lopsided smile, he pushes my top up even higher, exposing my breasts to the night. My back bows and my hands find his neck, latching on.

“Where?” he asks. “Where do you feel hot, Willow?”

“M-my breasts.”

He covers them – my heavy, horny, achy tits – with his hands. “Does that make it better?”

As much as I love his touch, it’s making everything worse. It’s making me even hotter. “No.”

Simon kneads the flesh, before rolling my turgid nipples between his fingers. “How about this?”

I swallow, clawing at his neck. Good thing I don’t have sharp nails right now or I’d draw blood with how tightly I’m holding him. “More. Please, more.”

His puff of warm breath is a chuckle and I arch my hips again. I want something. I want him. My channel is pulsating with so much need. It’s like a fever.

“Maybe I should do this.” Letting go of my nipples, he gathers my mounds, massaging them, making me hiss and grit my teeth. It’s like he’s touching all my pleasure points at once and it’s so good that I can’t even take it. My body is short-circuiting.

Then he presses my achy flesh together, making a valley.

“Isn’t that what you do, Willow? In your bed? When you think about me? You press your tits like this and imagine me fucking them?”

He brings my breasts together, only to pull them apart. Over and over. Slowly, methodically. Every push and pull sends sparks down to my core. There’s a heaviness that’s growing inside my stomach.

I tip my face up to the ceiling. “Yes.”

Then I feel something that makes me moan and steals my breath all at the same time. I whip my gaze down and find Simon at my breasts. His mouth is puckered and latched on to the underside of it. He’s sucking the skin as he would suck on a nipple and I whimper out his name.

He looks up, smirking, all the while making a meal of my breast.