Forbidden Touches Page 3

  “It’s all right, doc. I’m just gonna need a little...help.” He shrugged carelessly. “If you want this case study to work and all.”

  She took a deep breath. She did, but not for the reasons he was guessing. No, the reasons were quite different, quite selfish. Ever since they’d been talking about his issue, her panties had gotten soaking wet.

  “Explain to me your activation requirements,” she demanded.

  His smile was small—either he was pleased that she was curious, or he knew that she blundered already.

  “We have zero drive. Nothing whatsoever. I guess the teenage years wouldn’t be much of a problem, eh, doc? It takes the opposite sex to be attracted to trigger it. The release of their pheromones, the warmth of skin on skin. I can’t get off on cold magazines and dirty vids. It would be like trying to read a foreign language. Nothing is there.”

  “I see. And mood-setting and ambiance? I imagine an office wouldn’t do?”

  He shuddered. “Not only is it unsexy, I’d be on edge. Waiting for interruptions. No, a home location is best.”

  “Okay, what then? How about if I just allow you access to my apartment to use whenever you want?”

  He looked blank. “By myself?”

  “Well, yes. I mean, the setting will be there. The warmth. It should smell of me—hell, you can even use my bed.”

  “You want me to rub one out sitting on your bed?”

  Her cheeks burned. “Masturbate, yes.”

  “Let me say this once again, doc. I’ve never had a drive. Even if I could get one triggered by being in your place with some scent and leftover pheromones on the sheets, I’ve never done this before. I would have no idea how to begin. How do you masturbate?”

  “Me?” The squeak in her voice was appalling.

  “Yes, you.”

  “It’s different for men and women.”

  “You’ve intimate knowledge?”

  “Well, of course.”

  “See, I don’t. I never had the urge. Consequently, I’ve never spanked the monkey. I don’t know what to do. You’ll need to help me figure it all out.” He leaned back and smiled benignly.

  Chapter Three

  Blaze:

  “Me? Help you?” To say Dr. Irina’s face was stunned put it mildly. It made Blaze want to jerk her chain more often.

  “Yes,” he said. “I’ve never looked at porn. Magazines or vidcams. If you want a sample of my sperm, we will need to approach it another way.”

  While he made a mental note to get rid of all the pictures of nude blondes who resembled her that were plastered to his wall like a shrine, something he said obviously made sense to her. He wasn’t expecting it to. Quite frankly, he was expecting a fight. He expected to be tossed from her office.

  He didn’t expect when she blushed and apologized for her blunder in not realizing he hadn’t been activated. He almost cringed at the thought of what could possibly be going through her mind.

  But she was also curious. He could see it in the heavy lidded, sultry look she had. The way her lips parted on a breathy gasp, the way her tongue licked the delicate pink of her perfect bow lips.

  “I’m not sure how things are done in your outside world.” He tried to look as confused and unthreatening as possible, even smiling shakily. “But I’m sure you understand we don’t fit in there.”

  She nodded. “We’ll have to take this slow, Blaze. And understand it’s just for science. At the end of the day, we’re still doctor and patient.”

  He didn’t point out he had a new doctor, not again. Instead, he acknowledged that she needed this. She needed to believe things were her way. That would be the only way to seduce his female, and frankly, it was time Dr. Irina Mescar realized she was his.

  “I understand.” He held his hands out to be as non-threatening as possible. “I just don’t know how...” He tried to look helpless.

  It worked.

  “No need to be embarrassed.”

  He’d never point out that the flush coming out over his skin wasn’t embarrassment but arousal that he’d finally found a way to penetrate this...tension...that always came between them. No, especially not since the flush that tinged her cheeks was obviously mortification.

  “I’ll help you, but not here.” Her eyes glanced around the sterile office.

  Oh, sure, she’d expected him to jack off in here, but when it came to her helping, she realized it wasn’t exactly mood-setting?

  “We’ll go to my apartment,” she said suddenly. “It’s just down the west wing.”

  He refrained from pointing out he knew exactly where her quarters were.

  “Afterward, I can race the sample right back here.”

  And he could lounge in her apartment, exploring what made the sexy doc tick.

  “Besides,” she muttered. “I can’t imagine what would happen if someone knocked and pushed the door open to find me on my knees before you.”

  Fuck. The mental image of Dr. Irina Mescar on her knees before his spread thighs made a stirring of blood thicken his cock.

  He wanted to grab her by the back of the head and jerk her mouth to his where he’d thrust his tongue in her mouth and his cock in her pussy.

  Suddenly it dawned on him that he was going to have to act helpless. It was how he’d gotten the most reaction from her. He nodded and looked confused as if he had no idea what her being on her knees might mean.

  It worked. Her beautiful face looked determined as she patted his knee. “Come on.”

  She flicked on the “No Service” light that would light up her office door and grabbed a small plastic cup with a lid.

  He almost groaned at the thought of the doc taking the fun out of this. But then he thought of her soft, white hands possibly milking his cock into the cup, and clinical testing flew out the window.

  His best friends, Covet and Reson, were never going to believe this. They had bets that he’d never attract the doctor’s personal attentions. Hell, she fought hard enough. But now, with her new program in place, he could feel her control slipping.

  He followed her along the hallway, and her finger pressed onto the doorpad of her apartment made the door swing open.

  “Have a seat,” she said. “First thing would be to get you comfortable. I know this is awkward, so let me tell you I don’t expect anything from this first visit. If it happens, fine. But I figure it’ll take two or three sessions to relax enough.”

  “Really?” He allowed himself to look relieved, as if this had been his biggest fear. But mentally he was thinking how to keep himself from climaxing for two to three visits with the luscious doc.

  Would she show him her sweet little body to tantalize him?

  As he sat on her sofa, trying to look tense, she sat next to him and took his hands. Oh, if he’d only known earlier that this was all it took to get her to come to him.

  “It’s okay,” she soothed, rubbing his hands with her thumbs. “Let’s just relax. There’s no need to expect anything else. It’s just us, Blaze. You and me.”

  “I’m just not sure how to...you know.” He wanted to cringe at the longing in his voice, but she took it as embarrassment.

  “I’ll show you,” she said, her voice back to being clinical. “First off, what sort of fantasies do you have?”

  “Umm”—he racked his brain, quick—“the doctor/patient kind?”

  “Okay, good, that’s good,” she muttered. “Makes sense. A doctor is a trustworthy individual. A person in a position of trust. Of course someone so innocent would associate it sexually. It’s a healthy reaction, of course.”

  “Your breasts,” he blurted out. “I always wonder what a female’s breasts look like.”

  Oh, bingo. Pretending this wasn’t about her and any breasts made him curious worked like a charm.

  She took a deep breath. “I can show you. But you remember the ground rules? As soon as we leave this apartment, things go back to normal. It’s just a doctor and a patient. Strangers.”

  There
was no way they’d be strangers when he was done with her. He nodded anyway, but repeated what she needed to hear. “Everything changes when we leave this apartment.”

  The relieved look on her face was worth it. “Good.”

  She reached down and lifted the medical suit from the bottom hem, revealing a smooth, flat belly. Creamy skin was revealed and then...a scrap of white lace bra. The top was pulled over her head, loosening the bun she normally wore her hair in. She stretched her hands up to untie the knot of hair, letting waves of blond cascade down around her shoulders.

  The bulge in his pants was painfully swollen. The sexy doc had no idea the white lace of her bra was so thin it was see-through. Her pink flesh showed underneath. And her nipples were fat cherries, poking through the thin lace.

  “Are you okay?” she asked, biting her lip as if she worried.

  He forced himself to nod shakily. “Should I be doing something, too?” he asked awkwardly.

  “Oh, god, no,” she said, with a laugh. “No pressure, remember? You just tell me what you want, and I’ll make you comfortable with it. You want to see breasts. I’ll show you.”

  As she spoke, her hands moved up behind her back to unhook the bra. He heard the release pop free and then witnessed the lace loosen over her breasts before she shrugged it over her shoulders.

  “Glorious,” he whispered, his voice reverent. And she was. Round, full breasts that were placed close together, pinkish-tan nipples placed smack dab in the center. Her shoulders, pointed and delicate, the lines of her collarbones strangely sexy.

  “Thank you,” she whispered. “Would you like to touch them?”

  “Can I?” The eagerness in his voice wasn’t hard to fake. This was a dream come true. “I have another fantasy,” he said suddenly, his hands stopped in midair.

  Her eyebrows rose. He’d have to back down.

  “I’d like a woman to tell me what she likes. I’d like to be the man who knows how to please her. Teach me, doc.”

  She nodded. “Cup them fully.”

  The first touch almost made him groan out loud. Her skin was sweet, fine silk. The plump breasts in his palms were warm, and he used his thumbs to caress the soft skin at the sides. He didn’t miss how her breathing deepened with her breasts in his hands.

  “After a woman seems aroused, then you can go for the nipple. Brush a light touch over it.”

  He groaned, and her breath caught. His thumb skimming over her nipple was heaven. It hardened under his touch and he pressed his thumb on top of it.

  “That’s it,” she whispered, her voice sultry.

  “Do you like it?”

  Her nod was jerky.

  “Would you like it if you were on a real date with someone? If you were going to have sex with him?”

  She swallowed and then nodded again.

  “I want to see more. Will you show me more of you, doc?”

  Her swallow was almost imperceptible this time, but he was able to track the small movement of her graceful throat.

  She hooked her fingers in her waistband but before she could pull them down her hips, he spoke again.

  “Do you mind if I take off my clothes, too?”

  She shook her head, indicating she didn’t mind. But her pretty eyes darkened with what he imagined was lust.

  He took his time removing his clothes, knowing he had to ignore the length of long legs being exposed by her. Hell, if he didn’t ignore what she was doing, he’d shoot his load without even being touched. This was too important not to drag on.

  Taking off his clothes slowly had the desired effect. She licked her lips as she sat with her legs together, primly on the sofa, her beautiful breasts flushed and quivering and barely a peek of her smooth mound from between her closed legs.

  His cock was as hard as it had ever been, a rigid pole that didn’t move. Her eyes focused on it, her pupils dilated and her tongue wetting her lips.

  But his control was beginning to break. He leaned over her, forcing her to lean back on the sofa arm.

  “Spread your legs, doc.” His voice was a growl, deep and husky, and her eyes widened as he climbed onto the couch. “Let me see.”

  “Blaze, I’m sorry, I didn’t think this through...”

  “It’s too late. I’m not going to fuck you, but I need this. I need to release; I’m not sure how or why, but you got me like this, and you’re going to show me that pussy to get me off.”

  She audibly swallowed before nodding her head. She opened her legs. Very slowly reached down and used two fingers to separate the plump lips, revealing the pink of her bare pussy.

  He was able to study her to his heart’s content, realizing for the first time that while she, as his doctor, knew how his body looked, he’d only had his imagination to go on when he thought of hers.

  This was so much better than his imagination.

  Her legs were spread wide, one folded along the top of the couch. Her other leg fell wide open, draped to rest on the floor. He could see her opening, the sweet, tight spot where one day he’d sink.

  “What do you want me to do?” He hoped she’d tell him to touch her. To taste her. To lick her until she came around his tongue. Yet he knew that wouldn’t happen, not on this first time.

  “Touch yourself.” Her voice was husky and warm. “Please.”

  He squeezed his fist around his cock and stroked it hard, pretending it was her pussy around it instead of his hand. Her pussy clenched at his words and her honey leaked out. By the glimmer in her eye and that instant drench that flooded her plump lips, she imagined it, too.

  It would have been a wonderful idea to not come, but at this moment, the erotic sight of his female under him, naked as the day she was born, there was no fucking way he could hold out.

  Instead, he stroked himself hard as he stared at her opening, thinking about how hard he wanted to thrust in and out of that tight, wet hole, to mark it, make it his.

  Make her scream his name.

  And then another idea hit.

  He wrapped his hand around his throbbing dick, holding it still. Her hot gaze snapped up to his face. He squeezed himself, holding off the impending orgasm from knowing her eyes were glued to his dick this whole time.

  “What’s wrong?” She angled her hips slightly, giving him a view of her spread pussy that almost broke his control.

  “I need...” he made his voice broken, the way it had been in the beginning when they started. “I need your pheromones. Your lust needs to trigger my orgasm.”

  That pink tongue flicked out to wet her lips again. “What do you mean?”

  “Doc, I need to watch a woman get off in order to make me come. The sight, the sound, the...smell.”

  Chapter Four

  “That’s it?”

  This was easier than he thought. He nodded. “Will you make yourself come for me? I’ll help you.” Oh, he was willing to help. He was so willing to help.

  “No, that won’t be necessary. I’ve done this many times.”

  His cock literally jumped at the words. That was definitely spank-bank material.

  She dipped her fingers into the slick honey gathered at her lips and smeared it up over the fleshy pearl that peeked out.

  “Talk to me, doc. Tell me what a woman wants.”

  “Not direct stimulation, at first. The clit is too sensitive. Circle around it, on top of it. But rubbing the clit is the fastest way to come.”

  “Not being inside?”

  “It’s hard for a woman to reach inside herself. Unless she has a toy, that is.” Her hips began to undulate, making it hard for him to focus on anything but this driving need between them.

  “I could reach inside you.”

  She bit her lip, and by the tiny little clenches of her opening, he knew she was tempted.

  “Just once, doc. Never again. Just to teach me.”

  She nodded briefly, and his hand left his own dick like he’d been burned. He dipped his finger into her slick juice, amazed at how silky it felt. She
moaned at the contact he made with her fleshy lips and he slowly circled the opening of her body.

  Her hand worked faster at her clit.

  “Oh, Blaze, push inside. Just a little, please.” She begged so sweetly, and he’d give her what she wanted if it killed him.

  He pushed his thick digit into her, and her eyes rolled back. Her hand that had been circling her clit rhythmically froze, but her pussy pulsated around his finger.

  “Curl it,” she demanded, her voice wild with need.

  He curled his finger, finding the rough spot against her wall that made her moan loudly.

  “Blaze, Blaze, Blaze,” she chanted, dancing her hips against his hand.

  “Fuck, doc,” he growled, and the timbre of his voice made her eyes snap open. “One day you’ll have your samples and all your other needs from me. And then I’ll have you.”

  He wasn’t sure if that was okay or not, but her body exploded around his hand, squeezing his finger so tight he couldn’t imagine his whole cock fitting in there.

  Her nipples darkened, and so much fluid gushed from her in the pulsating waves as she screamed his name. That was when he decided.

  His name would be the only one she ever screamed.

  His fingers were slick with her juice when he rose over her and stroked his cock. It was embarrassing how quickly he shouted and shot thick jets of cum across her belly. His orgasm was magnificent...ruined only by the brief moment in which the doc reached for the plastic cup and scraped his cum from her belly into it.

  Damn if one day he wouldn’t have her without that fucking plastic cup in the way.

  IRINA HURRIED DOWN the hallways of the main hub, specimen in hand. She could feel the warmth of the sample through the cup. Jesus, that was the hottest thing she’d ever been through. Her body still tingled from retrieving the sample, her first ever.

  Or was her body tingling from the man she’d retrieved it from? Holy smokes. Blaze. Incredibly sexy, masterful, innocent Blaze. There were no words. He’d touched her. He’d had his wonderful fingers inside her vagina.