Chapter 240

Randy’s POV

Emily smiled at me. “I have an hour. What would you like to do?”

“Let’s make this as much of a fantasy as possible,” I said.

“Well, everything went smoothly today, so I could be in the mood to have fun,” she agreed. “What would you like to do?”

“Why don’t you take off everything except the lab coat?”

“Oh, you have some playing doctor fantasy, is that it? You’d like to live out your naughty fantasies?”

I gave her a guilty shrug. “I can’t say the thought hasn’t crossed my mind.”

She turned around and started adjusting her outfit, slipping her pants down and messing with her blouse. I hurried to undo my own pants, letting them fall to the floor and pulling my shirt off.

When Emily turned back toward me, she wore nothing on the bottom, and on the top, her lab coat and blouse were open to expose her lacy bra.

“Oh, fuck, that’s sexy,” I groaned.

My cock stiffened. The dirty doctor fantasy had sounded good inside my head, but seeing it in front of my face was hot in a way that I couldn’t really describe but I could definitely act on.

In a few swift movements, she removed the things from the top of her desk, setting them on her chair and rolling them out of the way. She pointed me to the flat surface.

“Time for your exam,” she said. “I want to see everything.” She emphasized the last word, and my erection bounced in anticipation.

I hurried up on the top of the desk, and she pushed me until I was lying back.

“If I want to examine you, I’ll need a bird’s eye view,” she said.

She climbed up, straddling me so that she sat directly on top of my length, folding it within herself. With gentle fingers, she fanned her hands across my chest, tracing the lines of my muscles and running her fingertips around my nipples.

“Hmm . . . Everything seems to be nice and firm,” she said. “You’re in good shape.”

She shifted her hips so that her slickness slid over my length. I lay my head back and closed my eyes in pleasure.

“Let’s see how your physiological responses are,” she purred.

She continued rubbing her silken petals across my shaft. My physiological responses were definitely fine because, with each pass, my cock leaped, trying to find a way inside, desperate to get the main part of the event going.

My breathing quickened, and a little moan left my lips. I reached up and took a handful of each of her breasts, rubbing my hands across them, encouraging her to speed up her movements as my own urgency mounted.

She quickened her pace, but it wasn’t good enough because I wasn’t inside yet. Reaching down, I grabbed her hips and stilled her, then used my hand to press my tip to her entrance. That was all the encouragement she needed, and she shifted, taking my length inside her.

Now the gliding changed to riding as she pushed herself up and down along the length of my cock.

“Yeah,” I murmured.

She whispered. “God, yes,” in response.

I gripped her hips to help control the speed of the thrusts. Though she was riding me, my body wanted a certain tempo. To help her quicken her pace, I put a hand between her legs, rubbing her clit.

Emily responded immediately. Our skin slapped together, setting an audible rhythm to match the need of my body.

She started to moan, then bit her lip, holding the sound back. After all, we were inside her office.

Suddenly she stopped sliding along the length and frantically rubbed her mound at the base of my cock, biting her lip and whimpering with orgasm.

The moment she’d ridden that out, I pushed her back up, off my lap, and flipped her over, pulling her to the edge of the desk so I could thrust in from behind. With one hand, I gripped her shoulder so that I could ram myself up and inside with the urgency my body desired. She’d had hers. It was time for me to cum, as well.

But giving her a second orgasm would be a nice thing to do, so I reached my hand between her legs and continued to rub at her clit. She whimpered and moaned into the wood of her desk, gripping the edges on either side with white knuckles.

I pushed the fabric of her doctor’s coat out of the way and leaned across her back, trying to hold myself in, waiting until she started to cum. When her whimpers went from desperation to delight, I let myself go, thrusting until my balls slapped against the skin between her legs.

Faster and faster, I pushed myself as she rode up and over the edge. Just as her panting started to die off, release burst in front of my head and throbbed through my shaft, pulsing my cum deep inside her body.

I managed to keep my exclamations to a few groans of “Fuck, yeah.”

And it was a “Fuck, yeah,” moment. This was one of the best orgasms I’d had in a long time.

I bent forward, panting into her neck. “That was amazing,” I said. “We should play doctor more often.”0

She giggled and nudged me off her back. “That’s fine and dandy for you to say,” she murmured. “But I could actually get in trouble for having sex in my office. I might be a good doctor, but they’re not above banning me from using the hospital. So don’t think this is going to become an all the time thing. It was more of a celebration for the birth of your friend’s children.”

“Hmm,” I murmured, nibbling at the base of her neck. “A fitting way to celebrate since we were practicing the same way they were conceived.”

I sighed, kissing her ears. “How long do you suppose before we’re trying to make our own children now?”

She pushed me all the way off. “A while,” she said. “I like my practice, and I’m not in a hurry to split my time between being a physician and infant care.”

“You’re a doctor. I’m a beta,” I murmured, putting my pants back on. “I think, like Justin and Helen, we can afford a nanny whenever we decide we want one.”

“In time,” she promised, leaning in to kiss me.

That kiss drew our bodies together, and in moments, we had our hands down each other’s pants. She gripped my cock, and it grew hard under her fingers. Beneath my fingers, fresh wetness added to the slick we’d already created inside her.

She whimpered and wiggled against my fingers, leaning her still-bare breasts into my chest. Both of us moved our hands faster, drawing out pleasure in the other. Just as I was getting to the point where I knew I’d be able to cum again, she pulled her hand away and turned around, fastening her blouse back up.

“Put your shirt on,” she ordered.

I arched an eyebrow but followed her directions. She hurried back into her panties and pants.

“Are we done, then?” I asked, trying not to sound too disappointed. After all, we’ve gotten off once already. My erection was already wilting.

She turned back to me, tongue pressed against her teeth. “Not yet,” she said.