“Will you quit cursing?”

“Do you not get that some sick fuck is out there toying with you! This is the wrong fucking time for Dragon and Dance to be gone!”

“You said they went to spend Thanksgiving with Crusher and Dani and to celebrate them adopting a little boy. Will you relax? It’s probably just some kid trying to scare me, or playing a very sick joke.”

“You’re being naïve, Doc. There are some twisted people out there, and I’m not sitting around on my ass while they target my woman. Fucking hell! Why didn’t you tell me, you’ve been getting these notes?”

He’s been going on like that for the last hour. I got Matty in bed, and he called his club, then yelled and growled. He threw a pillow across the room, cursed some more, then called the club again. Rinse and repeat, even.

All this was kind of sexy for the first thirty minutes. The last thirty however, it has become annoying. When he picks up the phone to talk to Freak—yet again, I’ve decided I’ve had enough. I get up, and walk to the door that leads into the hallway. He’s not even paying attention to me. I could be in California right now for all he knows. I mean, I know I’ve had a long day at work, still, shouldn’t I be able to get my man’s attention when I leave a damn room? I pull my shirt over my head and throw it down. Next, I pull off my scrubs, and then kick them out of the way. I might have kicked them a little harder than I needed to, because they land against a picture on the coffee table. The frame falls and slams on the coffee table with a loud ‘thunk.’

“Yeah, Freak. I want a prospect here watching over the property. Until we determine what this is, we need to treat it as serious. I’ll be here the majority of the time, but I can’t be here 24/7 I need to make sure my….” he stops mid-sentence, jerking his head up at the sound. “Skye?”

“I’ll be in the bedroom if you’re interested,” I tell him, unlatching my bra and throwing it at him. I count it as a win, when it lands on his head and then slides down. He grabs the bright white cups with his free hand and tightens his hand on it. I make sure he gets a good view of my chest, then shimmy out of my panties, throwing them to the side. When I’m standing in the room completely naked, I stare at him, daring him to do something.

“Bedroom, Skye. I want you by the bed on your knees,” he growls, and chills run over my body. I think I’ve won. So, I smile in agreement and head towards the bedroom.

“Freak man, I’m going to have to go….” I hear him in the background, so I pick up my pace, practically running to my room.

I kneel down by the bed, anticipation is running through my system. All it took was his order, and my nipples pebbled like hard stones. Heat swamps my system, and desire coats the inside of my thighs. This man has my body on fire and he hasn’t even touched me.

“Skye this isn’t some damn joke. Some asshole has targeted you here,” he growls.

He’d be more convincing if he wasn’t undressing. I guess I should be more worried. But really, this has been going on for a while now and nothing has really happened. If the police or hospital security were more concerned, maybe I would be too. They’re not, so I can’t bring myself to be. Instead, my eyes are glued to this amazing man in front of me.

His body is like a work of art. He’s tall and hard chiseled perfection. His dark skin calls to me. I love the way the light caresses it. I want to follow it with my tongue. For so long, I ignored anything that made me feel like a woman. Bull not only brings that back to life, with him everything is more intense than it ever was with anyone else. I lick my lips as he palms his hard cock and strokes it. Moisture gathers on the tip, and I instinctively lean towards him.

“See something you want, Doc?”

Nervous butterflies flutter in my stomach. I do. I absolutely do. I worry for a second, but he’s clean now. I’ve seen the reports, and I’ve been imagining his taste for days.

“Bull, please.”

He sits on the bed, and I lean up, bracing myself on his knees, thinking finally—I’m going to get what I want.

“Don’t touch me, Skye. Sit back down,” he barks. I look up at him confused, but I do it. I do it automatically. I don’t even think to argue with him.

His hand holds his balls, rolling them, and then he gives his cock one long stroke. I can’t stop the whimper that breaks free at the sight.

“Bull, please.”

“You see something you want, Doc?” he asks, and he tugs hard on his dick so the tip is almost at my mouth, and I think he’s going to give it to me. I want to stretch to get it, but I’m afraid he’ll stop after his last reprimand. My tongue though, comes out and curls, silently begging. At the last minute, he points the tip down, and I feel his heated pre-cum caress just under my collar bone. I wait for more, but instead, he reaches beside him and produces a bottle of lotion. I hadn’t seen him grab it, I was too engrossed in his body. It’s my vanilla and sugar lotion that I use all the time. He looks at the bottle with a leer. “Have I ever told you Doc, how much I love the way you smell? I dream of it. I’ve jerked off to it a hundred times. It reminds me of sugar cookies and that only makes me want to eat you up.”

“Fuck, yes…” I moan, purposely giving him the word he loves to hear out of my mouth the most.

“Hold them perfect tits out for me, Doc and get up on your knees. Now.”

I do as he orders. When he commands me in that tone, my whole body convulses in need. He holds the bottle over me and a thick creamy strand creeps out, catches the side of my breast and then runs slowly down the deep valley I’ve created. He makes sure to do that several more times, my body shivers from the mixture of the cold lotion and the way I’m needing him.

“Move over here woman and get between my knees, then wrap them tits around my cock.”

Who knew I could get so turned on by this? I do as he tells me, loving the way his dick lays against my skin, so big and warm. My eyes trace the veins, and the way his pre-cum already has him slick, before I envelop him in my breasts. I never really understood why men went crazy, because I had larger breasts, but now I’m thankful, because they wrap his cock tight, and I hold him into my body. He uses my shoulders to guide me, and shows me the motion he wants. Slowly, I follow his lead, letting his strong, hard member tunnel through. At the end of each thrust the tip of his dick pokes out.

My eyes are drawn to Bull. His gaze is intense, watching as he fucks my breasts. Every muscle on his face is tight—so rigid and precise. I’m dying to see him lose control. Make him go over the edge, like he makes me. With that in mind, I lick the tip of his cock every time it peeks through. I flatten my tongue and gather the pre-cum from the tip. When the salty liquid hits, it detonates on my taste-buds, I moan.

Bull’s uncircumcised, and while the foreskin is covered with a mixture of him and the lotion, the head of his cock is all him and it’s delicious. When my tongue licks his head, his body shakes. I look up to see his scorching gaze on me. His hands overlap mine as he grabs my breasts. His thrusts get firmer, more intense, jarring my whole body, and I love every minute of it.

“Did you like the way I taste, Doc?” he asks, and his voice is guttural, animal-like in nature, his eyes are glued to my chest, and the way my tongue licks the crevice of his head, every time he finishes a thrust to expose it.

“Yes, honey. I want more. I need to be covered in you,” I tell him, and I don’t know where the words come from, but I know I want it.

My words seem to be exactly what he wants, he tunnels faster, and I can see his balls literally pulse. He lets go of my breasts to pull his dick out from the valley we created. He strokes himself. Once…twice, and then jets of creamy, white cum bursts forth and lands on my breasts, stomach, my thighs, and then across my chin and lips. When he finally finishes giving it all to me, a giant shudder rakes through his body. This time when he looks at me, he’s still intent, but gone is the cocky Bull that normally comes out to play. In his place is a man who looks as if he is going to eat me alive. The thought alone is thrilling. I lick the stream of cum that landed on my lips, using my finger to gather it off my chin too. I’m doing it to further tempt him, to tease him—because I can.

He stands and then picks me up in his arms without a word.

“Wait. Where are we going?” I ask, holding onto his shoulder and neck.

“We’re going to shower. Then, after I clean you up, I’m going to eat your pussy until you beg me to stop, and then I’m going to fuck you against the wall.”

His words thrill me, and just to show my approval, I bite the tendon that runs on the side of his neck before telling him the only word my brain can seem to form.

“Hurry.”