Jack tossed her on the bed and shrugged out of his suit jacket. With her face freshly scrubbed and her hair blown out to reach her waist, she looked young.

Innocent. The way she chewed at her lip while she watched him unbuckle his belt didn’t hurt, either.

“Come here,” he said.

Jack gripped her thighs and pulled her onto her back. He tugged the bottom of the dress up to her abdomen to reveal a slip of a black G-string and matching black thigh highs. Jack reached down and moved the tiny black fabric of her underwear to the side.

She was already wet, but before he could run a thumb across her clit, Addy leaned up on her elbows.

“Are you here to examine me?”

“What?”

“The nurse said a doctor was going to come in and examine me. Are you my doctor?”

Addy looked up at him through her thick lashes with a glint he’d never seen before.

“Uh, yeah,” he said.

He didn’t think it was possible, but he felt himself grow even harder. The stiffness pushed against the fabric of his trousers.

Addy glanced to the chair in the corner where he’d tossed his coat and stethoscope when he got home. “Where’s your coat?”

“What?”

“I thought doctors wore white coats.”

He smiled and released her thighs. Jack felt her eyes on him as he slipped into the coat and draped the stethoscope over his neck.

“What brings you in today?” he asked as he turned to face her.

“I’m kind of shy to say.”

“It’s alright, Miss…”

“Smith,” she said quickly.

“Miss Smith. I’m a medical professional, you can tell me.”

“Well, doctor, I… I’m a virgin,” she said.

“Oh?”

“Yeah, I just turned eighteen… but the thing is, I’m ready to do it. I’ve been trying to practice. Masturbate, you know? And I just… I’m not sure I’m doing it right.”

“I see. And do you know who you’re going to ‘do it’ with?” he asked.

“Not yet,” she said with a shake of her head. “I wanted to make sure I could, you know, get myself off first. And then… can I show you?”

“Show me what?”

“How I touch myself. Maybe you can tell me if I’m doing it right.”

“Yeah, that… that’s a good idea.”

Addy reached between her legs and slipped two fingers between her lips. As she pulled the G-string even farther to the side, she slid her fingers across her clit and into the wet folds. She shuddered at her own touch.

Jack stood over her, his cock pressed firm into his trousers. Addy’s eyes closed and she moved into an intimate rhythm of her own he’d never seen before. She seemed naked in a way he’d never noticed.

This was her, the real her. He felt honored to be here, to be allowed to watch. She dipped her middle finger into her opening, just enough to add more wetness to her clit.

“That’s good,” he told her. “How do you taste?”

She brought her fingers to her lips and sucked.

“It’s so good,” she said. “Sweet. You want to taste?”

“I probably should, just to be certain.”

Addy returned her hand to her opening and buried two fingers deep inside.

“Here, doctor,” she said, and offered her hand to him. It was warm, as sweet as he remembered.

“Why don’t you try playing with your breasts now?”

She grinned up at him and pulled down the black neckline to reveal her hard nipples.

“Like this, doctor?” she asked as she traced her areolas with her fingertips.

“Yeah, just like that,” he said. “Miss Smith, I think if we’re going to really address your concern, it’ll call for a more intensive exam.”

“Oh?”

Jack dropped to his knees while Addy slowly circled her clit. “Put your hands over your head.”

“Yes, doctor.”

As Addy lifted her hands overhead, he pressed her thighs wide apart and licked her sweetness from her opening to her hood in one long stroke. He heard her draw in her breath.

“It’s what I suspected,” he told her.

“What is it?”

“You’re getting yourself off just fine. But you need a good fucking if you really want to feel better.” Jack slid a finger into her and Addy instantly pushed against him.

“But doctor, I’ve never done that before,” she said. “I wouldn’t even know who to ask.”

“No boyfriend?” He started to fuck her faster with his finger while he sucked on her clit.

“No…” she said, breathless. “I’m too busy with cheerleading and homework…”

“Cheerleading and homework,” he repeated. “Since you’re such a good girl, I can take care of it for you, then. As a medical professional, of course.”

“Yes, please, doctor.”

Jack rose to his feet and dropped his trousers to the ground. She leaned up and looked at his throbbing length with hunger.

“Can I?” she asked, as she reached for him.

“Have you done this before, Miss Smith?”

“No,” she said with a smile. “But I’m a good student. All As.”

“I don’t doubt it. Can you open your mouth? Stick out your tongue?”

She smiled up at him, flattened her tongue as she stuck it out and said, “Ahh.”

“Just stay like that,” he said, and slid his tip across the warm wetness of her tongue. “Open…”

“Like this?” She opened her mouth and pulled him to the back of her throat.

“Jesus.”

He gasped and raked her hair into a ponytail in his fist. Addy kept her gaze upward as she sucked and licked his cock. Jack wanted to burn this into his memory—the way she looked right then, her cheekbones pronounced and that fire in her eyes.

“That’s enough,” he said. “I’m—fuck, I’m getting close.”

“Did I do good?” she asked as she released him.

“Real good.”

Jack reached down, gripped her thighs, and flipped her onto her back. Addy let out a squeal. As he gripped her hips and pulled her toward him, she played with her breasts and held his gaze.

With her legs wrapped around his waist, he teased her with his tip. Addy let out a groan as he slapped her clit with his head, soaked in precum.

“Don’t tease me,” she said.

“I know what’s best for you,” he said.

Jack positioned himself at her opening and entered her, just half an inch.

“Yes,” Addy gasped. “More.”

Jack’s thumb pressed into her clit as he entered her slowly, inch by inch. By the time he filled her completely, she panted and squeezed her legs as tightly as she could around him.

“You feel so fucking good,” he said.

“Just fuck me.”

Jack fell on top of her and began to thrust into her. Addy called out his name, slightly muffled by the white coat. He found her lips and kissed her deep as she clawed at his back. With one hand, she pushed at something close to his shoulder—the stethoscope.

“Don’t stop,” she urged as he slowed down. “Please don’t stop.”

“Hold on,” he said, and held up the instrument. “Can’t diagnose you without checking your heart—”

“Jack, come on, I’m close,” she begged.

“Who’s Jack? Delirium, even more reason to finish the exam.”

“Jack—” she gasped as he pressed the cold metal of the diaphragm to her heart.

He pressed the eartips in and his head filled with her heartbeat. It was already elevated, a fluttering kick.

“Jack, what are you doing?”

He kissed her and she melted against him. Her little gasps and moans made a cacophony along with her heartbeat as he thrust deeper into her.

“You’re going to make me come,” she whispered.

She didn’t have to tell him. Her heart made it clear, a thunder in his head.

“Come for me,” he said.

“Is that… fuck, is that an order?” Her heartbeat jumped up again. “A doctor’s order?”

“Come for me, Addy.”

He’d never heard such a hammering before. As Addy’s wails filled the room, as he felt the clenching of her center and the rush of wetness from between her legs, her heart battered wildly, filled his head entirety with her.

“Jack,” she called, and clutched him closer.

I fucking love you, he thought as her heart began to slow. I love you, Addy.

But somehow, the words wouldn’t come out.