Sang Unleashed

Chapter Nine

So, I feel like I should issue a warning here. At the risk of spoilers, I hope you all like butt stuff. :)
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Dr. Green opens the door to his condo for me, followed by Mr. Blackbourne. After I slide my shoes off and set them by the door, I head straight to the kitchen.

“So what am I making for dinner?” I ask.

“What would you like to make, Miss Sorenson?” Mr. Blackbourne says quietly in my ear. I shiver and step away from him.

“No distracting the cook” I reply.

“No offense, Owen” Dr. Green says, pulling me into a hug from behind, “but I want to eat, talk and then kick you out as fast as possible.”

I giggle at Dr. Green’s attempt at bossing Mr. Blackbourne around.

“Oh good, she needs medicine now” Dr. Green says on a sigh. “Turn around and get your medicine, Pookie.”

I giggle again, but do as I’m told, savoring the kiss.

“My doctor gives the best medicine” I sigh.

“Putting on a show is not a good way to convince me to leave quickly” Mr. Blackbourne says, pressing himself into my back.

I lean back into him and just enjoy being kissed and loved by my two men. Well, two of my men. My grumbling stomach makes both of them pause and pull away. I scowl at my body for betraying me.

“Right, food” Dr. Green says. Before I can argue, he places a finger on my lips, “nope, doctor’s orders. Feed the Pookie.”

“Miss Sorenson, might I suggest something simple?” Mr. Blackbourne says. “Some pasta or sandwiches, perhaps?”

“I think I can manage something better than a sandwich, Owen” I respond laughing.

I walk to the cupboard and examine the contents. Dr. Green has gone shopping recently. I double check the contents of the refrigerator for ingredients and turn to let Mr. Blackbourne and Dr. Green know what I’ve decided to make, but they seem to have disappeared. I walk into the living room and find them sitting on the couch, arguing quietly. I can only make out every few words, but I understand enough to know they aren’t arguing about me.

“What’s wrong?” I ask.

Dr. Green rushes to me, apology in his eyes. “I have to go. Only for a few moments, I promise.”

I turn my attention to Mr. Blackbourne, seeing consternation on his usually stoic face. “What’s wrong?” I ask again.

“Miss Sorenson, please do not worry” Mr. Blackbourne says. “But it appears that Luke has injured himself at the diner. Sean is going to check him out, but it isn’t serious.”

I nod woodenly, unable to quite form words yet. I look back to Dr. Green, questioning him with my eyes to explain quickly.

“Broken glass. Barely drew blood, but I still want to check him out” Dr. Green explains. He quickly kisses my lips and runs to the door, pausing to grab his shoes and his keys before rushing out.

I follow him to the door, closing and locking it behind him. I press my back to the wall and sigh. I hope Luke’s okay. I reach into my bra to text him and pull out my phone to see he’s already texted me.

Luke: Tell doc not to come. I’ve had paper cuts worse than this.

Sang: Too late, he just left.

Luke: North overreacted.

Sang: Really? That’s a surprise…

Luke: Ha Ha

North: I didn’t overreact. He’s still bleeding.

Sang: Dr. Green is on the way.

North: Good. Sorry Luke ruined your date.

Sang: I’m just starting dinner, hopefully he’ll get back just in time to eat.

Sang: Luke’s health is more important than a date.

North: Love you.

Sang: Love you more.

Luke: Love you more than you love North.

Sang: Quit peeking at texts. I love you too.

I settle my phone back into my bra and walk to the kitchen, Mr. Blackbourne following behind me.

“Feel better?” Mr. Blackbourne asks, knowing that I was checking on Luke.

“Yes” I reply, smiling. “North says he’s still bleeding, but I know Dr. Green will take care of him.”

“Of course he will” Mr. Blackbourne says. “Did you decide what we’re having for dinner?”

“I’m making stuffed manicotti” I reply. “It’s actually not bad that this happened, because this might take awhile.”

“Sounds good. Can I help?” Mr. Blackbourne offers.

“You can start by giving me details about my assignment that starts tomorrow” I say.

“Sean will probably want to be here for that conversation” Mr. Blackbourne replies. “He’s going to be lead on the assignment since I’ll be busy with the school all week.”

“Is that something that happens often?” I ask, curious now. It’s not often I get any of them to talk about Academy business, even though I guess I am Academy now. “Where you’re busy, so he takes the lead?”

“No, not since his residency at the hospital started” Mr. Blackbourne answers.

“Why now, then” I ask.

“That is something else you will need to discuss with Sean” Mr. Blackbourne says. “But I can tell you that he’s doing it to help our family.”

“You mean he’s doing it for me?” I ask.

“No, Miss Sorenson” Mr. Blackbourne says, “he’s doing it for the boys, Kota, specifically. They want more time with you, we’re working on making sure that happens.”

“So he’s taking on more responsibility so that they can spend more time with me?” I ask. I’m both touched at his thoughtfulness, and ashamed that he has to take on more work because of me.

“Not really, no” Mr. Blackbourne explains, “since he’s been removed from the Ashley Waters job, we took that as an opportunity to utilize him elsewhere, while also improving team morale by giving them more social time.”

“But what about his social time?” I ask.

Mr. Blackbourne offers his millimeter smile and shakes his head, “Sean isn’t capable of sitting still for long and the only hobbies he’s had since I met him was to stir up trouble. Right now, he only wants to spend time with you in the hours that he’s not working. As long as we can make sure he’s able to do that, he’ll be happy.”

“Is it always going to be like this?” I ask. “Trying to schedule time with everyone?”

“I don’t think so” Mr. Blackbourne says. “I think that once everyone is living under the same roof, it will be much easier to manage our relationship.”

I smile at Mr. Blackbourne’s inclusion of himself in our family unit. He often refers to us as a family, but that might be the first time he’s included himself in what we have.

“It’s time to stuff the pasta. Do you want to help with that?” I ask, moving to the countertop with all the ingredients. I’m including spinach in the mix and am tempted to send North a photo.

“I’d be happy to” Mr. Blackbourne responds. “What would you like me to do?”

“Just set the pasta on its side and fill it, level, with this mixture” I explain.

We both set to work and quickly fill all 10 of the manicotti. I smile when I realize that I’m cooking like I’m going to be feeding the whole family.

“He’s going to have leftovers for weeks” I laugh.

“If this tastes as good as it looks, I might take some home with me for later” Mr. Blackbourne replies.

I pour the sauce over the pasta and place it in the oven. I set the timer and turn to Mr. Blackbourne.

“We have 10 minutes before I have to add the cheese” I say quietly. “What should we do in the meantime?”

I smile up at him, hoping he takes the hint. He pulls me into his arms and leans down to kiss my cheek, slowly making his way to my mouth. Before he makes contact, he pulls back and meets my eyes.

“Ten minutes, Miss Sorenson” he says.

“A lot can happen in ten minutes” I reply, reaching up for a kiss.

“Just this” he whispers back. “Tonight is his.”

I nod my head, understanding. Dr. Green has claimed me for the night. Even though he isn’t here at this moment, he wants to be the only one to touch me and be touched by me tonight.

Our lips finally connect and I open up to deepen the kiss, wrapping my arms around his neck to pull myself closer. Mr. Blackbourne makes a noise of approval in the back of his throat and grips the sides of my shirt in his fists, not daring to let his hands wander. We stay like that, kissing and holding onto each other, until the timer dings. We slowly pull apart and Mr. Blackbourne takes several large steps away from me, adjusting his pants on the way.

“That was…” Mr. Blackbourne says.

“Too much?” I ask, unsure if I pushed him too far. North once told me that you can only push a man so far, and then he ran off to the bathroom.

“That was hot, that’s what that was” Dr. Green says, coming into the room and wrapping his arms around me. “If I wasn’t so selfish, I’d invite Owen to stay just so I could see the rest of the show.”

“I’ll be alright” Mr. Blackbourne says, clearing his throat. “Sang, the cheese?”

“Oh! Right!” I exclaim, remembering dinner.

I set about adding cheese to our dinner and reset the timer for 5 minutes. “We have about five minutes until we can eat, who’s setting the table?” I ask.

“I’ll do it” Mr. Blackbourne says, turning to get plates, glasses and silverware.

“I have to say” Dr. Green whispers in my ear, “coming home to dinner with my girlfriend is something I could get very used to.”

I giggle, “dinner with your girlfriend and her other boyfriend?” I ask.

“Or boyfriends” he replies.

I sigh, loving the idea of a home with all of them. I lean my head back into him and kiss his jaw. “I love you” I whisper.

“I love you too, Pookie” he responds happily. “What’s for dinner?”

“Stuffed manicotti” I reply. “How’s Luke?” I prompt.

“He’s fine. He’s had paper cuts worse than that” Dr. Green says, a twinkle in his eye.

“Good. So North really was overreacting?” I ask.

“Not exactly, but he’ll be fine” Dr. Green answers.

I huff, knowing I won’t get a proper report until I talk to North. But before I can pull out my phone to check, the timer dings on the oven.

“Will you get that?” I ask, pulling out my phone to text North.

“I will, but just wait for the weekly report, Pookie” Dr. Green says, popping my thigh.

I nod unhappily, worried about Luke. We make our way to the table and Mr. Blackbourne has lit candles and filled all the glasses with water. There are napkins and place-settings made up to make the table look fancier than I’m used to. Luckily, I came prepared for our semi-formal dining and am wearing a nicer skirt and blouse than I usually wear.

Once seated, Mr. Blackbourne serves all of us and we quietly begin to eat, making casual conversation. We’re almost finished when Mr. Blackbourne’s phone rings.

Answering it and then putting it on speaker, he sets the phone on the table and nods to me to stay quiet.

“Go ahead” Mr. Blackbourne says.

“I know I’m on speaker and I know Sang can hear me” Kota says, “no need to make her be silent.”

“Miss Sorenson doesn’t need anyone to make her be silent” Mr. Blackbourne says, “she does so naturally.”

Kota laughs and mumbles, “yeah right.”

That earns a small laugh from Dr. Green before Mr. Blackbourne motions for him to be quiet.

“Go ahead” Mr. Blackbourne repeats.

“Jessica got a B and has asked me to tutor her, but I don’t see how I’ll be able to with my upcoming schedule” Kota starts with himself, one.

“Depending on the class, I could probably help” I offer.

Mr. Blackbourne raises an eyebrow in my direction and I just return his gaze with a pleasant smile.

“It’s pre-Algebra” Kota responds, “and she would probably appreciate your help a lot more than mine, actually.”

“Why’s that?” I ask.

“Explain later, move along” Mr. Blackbourne says, cutting off our back-and-forth, obviously ready to hear about everyone else.

Kota goes down the list of all of us, reporting everyone’s schedules and small details about their household needs. Apparently, Luke was cleaning up a shattered glass and sliced the pad of his thumb pretty bad. Dr. Green gave him two stitches and sent him home with a couple pain pills and instructions to sleep tonight and report back to him in the morning. I manage to keep quiet through the rest of the conversation and only offer Kota a quick ‘I love you’ before they disconnect the call.

“It seems, Miss Sorenson” Mr. Blackbourne says, “that you are in need of some discipline.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about” I reply honestly. The words that Mr. Blackbourne is saying are ominous, but the look in his eyes promises pleasure.

“Ha!” Dr. Green exclaims. “No spanking Pookie tonight. All mine.”

“Spanking?” I say bewildered.

Dr. Green turns to me and smiles lasciviously, “yes, he wants to spank your bottom and then bury himself in you when he’s done.”

“Oh” I reply. “That sounds...interesting.”

And it does. I’ve never been spanked before, but the guys all smack my thighs often enough that I know they won’t hit me hard. Given the right motivation, I can see how that would lead to sex and I’m not necessarily opposed to the idea.

“Perhaps another day, we can explore that particular brand of discipline, but for now we should discuss your assignment” Mr. Blackbourne offers.

“Oh yeah! Pookie, we’re going to have so much fun” Dr. Green says enthusiastically. “I get to be your perverted boss.”

I laugh and look at Mr. Blackbourne in question.

“He isn’t wrong” Mr. Blackbourne states simply.

“I thought it would motivate the kids to talk if they saw someone touching you in a way you didn’t like, and then telling that person to stop” Dr. Green explains.

I nod my head in understanding, “that is a good plan, but there’s one problem Dr. Sean. I can’t lie, my face gives me away.”

“I thought of that as well” Mr. Blackbourne says. “We’re hoping that the public display of affection will make you uncomfortable enough to push his hands away.”

“His hands” I repeat, shocked. “How perverted is he planning to be, exactly?”

“Not too bad” Dr. Green promises, “just a little hand-on-bootie.”

I shake my head, “you’re right, Mr. Blackbourne. I’ll be plenty uncomfortable.”

Both of them laugh at my admission, knowing how comfortable I’ve been touching them in private, to know that I’ll still be shy Sang in front of strangers. A tiger doesn’t change its stripes, I suppose.

The rest of dinner is full of laughter and jokes, mostly innuendo, and I’m excused from the dining room so that the two of them can clean up. I head upstairs to plug my phone into the charger and check my overnight bag. I see that Gabriel has again neglected to give me underwear or pajamas, but I see a note sitting on top of my shower bag.

In his closet is your nightie. Love, Meanie.

I shiver at the thought of wearing the purple and pink nightgown that barely covers me. I know I don’t have to wear it, but aside from being embarrassed about wearing something so skimpy, I’m curious about the reaction the article will get from Dr. Green.

Shaking my head, I head back into the kitchen to see two containers are sitting on the counter and Mr. Blackbourne has put his suit jacket back on and is speaking quietly to Dr. Green. They both look up when I come back into the room and are both visibly disappointed that I haven’t changed my clothes.

I giggle and walk into Mr. Blackbourne’s arms. “Are you leaving?” I ask.

“I’m kicking him out” Dr. Green replies for him.

“I’ll miss you” I say, looking up into Mr. Blackbourne’s eyes.

Instead of responding, Mr. Blackbourne leans down and places a sweet kiss on my lips. He pulls away and grabs his leftovers. Before he reaches the front door, he looks back at the two of us and shakes his head. Worried, I look at Dr. Green and raise my eyebrows in question.

“I asked him if he wanted me to send him some pictures to use for later” Dr. Green says. “He was appalled that I would suggest such a thing. Now I think he’s thinking about it and regrets his decision.”

I meet Mr. Blackbourne’s eyes and smile at him, “maybe you can make my rear end pink and send him a picture of that” I say to Dr. Green, never taking my eyes off Mr. Blackbourne.

Dr. Green laughs, but Mr. Blackbourne just shakes his head again. I have to agree with Dr. Green, he seems to regret his decision to say no to pictures of me. Maybe we can send him something.

I turn my attention to Dr. Green once Mr. Blackbourne shuts and locks the door behind himself.

“Hi” I giggle.

“Don’t you start” Dr. Green giggles back. “It’s impossible to be romantic if we’re giggling.”

He stops my giggling with a quick kiss and directs me toward his bedroom.

“I’m going to hop in the shower” he says. “Why don’t you get some pajamas on and we can watch a movie or something.”

I smile, knowing it will be ‘or something’ based on my options for pajamas, which are nothing or the nightie. Once he’s in the bathroom and I hear the shower running, I open his closet and locate the bag with my nightie in it. Without thinking too much about it, I slide the garment out and lay it on the bed. I leave the underwear in the bag. It seems like a waste to wear them. I return the garment bag to the closet and slide out of my clothes. I stand in front of the nightie and just stare at it, knowing that the fabric will be cool and smooth on my skin. But still, I can’t bring myself to put it on.

I hear the shower shut off and hurry to throw the item on my body and scurry to get under the blankets. A few moments pass before Dr. Green opens to bathroom door, resting his shoulder against the frame. He’s clad in just a towel and doesn’t appear to have any night clothes in his hands. Suddenly, I’m shy and nervous again. Unsure if I’ll be able to be as forward with Dr. Green as I had been with Mr. Blackbourne.

Dr. Green steps into the room and walks to the foot of his bed, turning to face me. He raises his eyebrows at me, huddled under the blankets on his bed.

“Are you hiding from me, Pookie?” he asks.

I shake my head, “not exactly.”

“I thought you wanted to watch a movie” he changes the subject.

I shake my head again, “or something.”

He smiles, “I like or somethings. I’m going to take off my towel and then you’re going to show me what you’re hiding under that blanket. Fair?”

I nod my head, knowing I’ll be much more comfortable if he’s naked. He turns so that he’s facing away from the bed and holds the towel so that it’s open, but still covering him from behind. I smile at his teasing and giggle when he looks at me over his shoulder and waggles his eyebrows. When he drops the towel, I’m surprised to see he’s wearing tiny hot pink boxer briefs. It takes a few seconds for the sight to register and I roll over on his bed in a fit of uncontrollable giggles.

I feel the bed dip beside me and hear Dr. Green giggling with me. “That’s the Sang I like to hear.”

“I thought...you hated...my...giggling” I manage between bouts of giggles, trying to control myself.

“I love hearing you laugh, Pookie” he says. “I just can’t walk around giggling with you all the time. I’m a doctor, I have to be professional.”

Once I have myself under control a bit, he lifts my chin to meet his lips in a kiss. I return the kiss eagerly, letting the blanket fall to my lap and leaving the top half of my body exposed. Dr. Green pulls back to look down and smiles at my nightie.

“I like this little scrap of material the boys got for you” he says.

“I think this particular scrap of material is for you” I smile at him.

“Will you let me see all of it?” he asks. “Will you stand up for me and turn so I can see?”

I nod, feeling much more relaxed now that Dr. Green has broken the ice with his hot pink boxers. I pull the blanket back and turn to stand. I hear a sharp intake of breath and glance back, seeing Dr. Green staring at my lap and the exposed flesh that the nightie is showing. I smile at him and finish standing from the bed for him. Since I’m facing away from him when I stand, I make a slow about-face so that he can take in all the details.

Once I’m facing him, he indicates that I should come back to the bed. I follow his instructions and am surprised to see his phone out once I’ve settled beside him on my knees.

“I’d hate for Owen to miss seeing this” he says smirking devilishly.

I smile sweetly for the photo and wait for Dr. Green to send it. After several seconds of just sitting, waiting for him to bring his attention back to me, I get curious. I look over his shoulder at what he’s looking at and see that he’s sent the photo to all 9 members of our team and everyone has issued a response. All of them differing versions of being jealous, but thankful for the photo.

“You shouldn’t taunt them like that” I say. “You might make someone upset.”

“They’re not really upset, or even jealous” Dr. Green replies. “Just happy to see our girl smiling and looking tasty.”

I smile in response, “thank you, but I was more referring to the fact that North has keys to your condo and might come kidnap me.”

Dr. Green’s smile turns to a frown and he quickly types a message to the group.

Dr. Green: I know she’s lovely. No stealing her while I’m sleeping.

I laugh and shake my head. North is too busy covering for Luke to come kidnap me now, and he’ll go straight home to make sure Luke is alright when he’s done at the diner. He’s the last one we have to worry about tonight.

Sean takes my lips in a light kiss, pulling my body down on the bed so that we’re facing each other. He deepens the kiss and begins trailing his fingertips up and down my thigh. I pull my leg up to place it over his hip so that I can be closer to him. He squeezes my thigh when I rub my core against the bulge in his hot pink boxer briefs.

“Wait” he says panting, “this is going to be over before it begins if you keep doing that.”

“Do we have to stop if you cum right now?” I ask curiously. I’ve been intimate with a few of the guys now and the times we were together were cut short when they came, but how long do they need before they can do it again? Mr. Blackbourne made me cum several times during our time together, but he only finished once. How often can a man cum?

“Ah, Pookie” Dr. Green sighs, “I forget how little experience you actually have. No, we wouldn’t have to stop everything, but it would take a little while before I would be able to get another erection.”

“But you could get another one tonight?” I ask.

He smiles at me, “Eager, are we?” he teases.

“Yes” I smile back, “and I want to know what your limitations are, physically I mean.”

“Well, for most guys my age, the recovery time varies from 15-30 minutes” he replies.

I frown, still confused. If the recovery time is so short, why have all the guys acted like they couldn’t do it after a little recovery time? Nathan specifically, since we were alone together all day after our shower.

“What would make a guy not want to try again after prematurely ejaculating?” I ask.

“You mean, why did the guys not ever try again after you made them jizz all over themselves?” he clarifies. “I think those situations have variables that I might not know about, but for the most part I think that they were a bit embarrassed. And probably perfectly content with whatever did end up happening.”

“I guess that makes sense, though none of them should be embarrassed with me. We’ve all seen each other at some inconvenient moments” I say.

“That’s true, but a guy’s ego when it comes to sex doesn’t always make sense” he says laughingly. “But you have efficiently distracted me enough that I think we can get back to us.”

Before I can reply, he rolls us so that he’s on top of me, kissing me deeply and rubbing his length against my thigh. I moan into his mouth and run my fingertips lightly up and down his back. I lift my hips so that his erection presses against my core again and sigh into our kiss.

Dr. Green groans and pulls his head away from my mouth and shakes his head at me, giving me a stern look. I return his look with one of my own, upset that he pulled away from where I wanted him. Instead of responding, he slides himself further down my body so that his head is level with the hem of my nightie. He takes it into his teeth and pulls it up so that he’s baring my body to him. He settles his head back down to my pelvis and traces small kisses all over me. I grumble at his teasing, but grab his hair as soon as his tongue makes contact with my center, right where I need him. He concentrates all his attention on my bundle of nerves, alternately licking me fast and then slowly causing me to squeeze my eyes shut and clench my thighs on his shoulders.

“Sean” I groan, tugging at his hair, begging him to let me go over.

Dr. Green pulls back enough to look up at me, a smile on his glistening lips. “Yes, Pookie?”

I frown at him, frustrated that he’s completely unaffected by the torture he’s putting me through.

“Tell me what you need, Pookie” he coaxes.

“I need more” I groan.

“More of what?” he asks.

“More of you” I say, helpless, unable to explain exactly what I need from him.

“You want me to keep licking this delectable little pussy?” he says, shocking me. That sounded really dirty. I’ve never heard any of the guys talk like that before.

“Sean!” I exclaim.

He laughs, “it’s just dirty talk, Pookie. Don’t you like it?”

“I guess you just surprised me is all” I reply, still unsure.

“How about I tell you all the things I want to do with you, and then you tell me if you don’t like the dirty talk, okay?” He asks. “Because right now, I want to bury my face back into your pretty folds and lick this clit until you cum all over my face.”

“I think I like hearing the dirty talk” I say, “but I think I’d like feeling what you describe more.”

“It is better when I can whisper it in your ear while I’m buried deep inside you” he replies, causing my skin to burn with anticipation.

“Oh God,” I moan, “please do that.”

“Please do what, exactly?” he asks on a laugh. “Give the dirty talk a try, Pookie.”

“Um…” I hesitate, unsure what to say, “I want to feel you inside me?” I say it like a question instead of a statement causing Dr. Green to laugh.

“We’ll work on the dirty talk later” he says. “For now, I want to finish tasting you.”

I nod my agreement, but he doesn’t see it because he’s already turned his attention back to working me towards orgasm with his tongue. He continues alternating fast and then slow, but eventually adds two fingers and starts rocking them in and out of me, pushing me higher and higher. Instead of slowing down this time, he keeps his rhythm fast and I’m falling over the edge on a loud, long moan. He continues stroking me slowly, bringing me back down to earth at a steady pace.

I sigh and relax my stiffened body back into the bed and wait for Dr. Green to join me back at the head of the bed. What I don’t expect is for him to push his tongue into me. I gasp at the unexpected sensation. He can’t possibly expect me to endure more of that, can he?

His exploring tongue continues its torture, causing me undulate against him. He grasps my thighs to hold me against his lips. The angle that he holds me has my entire mid-section lifted off the bed. His tongue ventures further down, past my center and toward my rear.

“Sean…” I gasp at the new sensation, “what are you…” My question is cut off when his tongue begins to torture me in a new, and quite exquisite way.

He doesn’t ever enter me back there, he’s simply exploring every inch. I’m not sure if his intentions were to give me pleasure, or if his roaming tongue is for his own benefit, but I can’t help but enjoy what he’s doing.

I’m reminded of his mention of sex with him in that way when we talked at Mr. Blackbourne’s house. I had assumed that he was only mentioning it because that was another way for him to share me with one of the others. Now though, it’s quite obvious that his request is because that’s something he thoroughly enjoys himself. And if sex back there feels anything like what he’s doing right now, I can honestly say that I think I’ll enjoy it as well.

I’m brought back to the moment when Dr. Green’s tongue centers on my back hole and pushes. He pushes lightly, much like some of our sweeter, exploring kisses. I stiffen at the sensation, but the moan comes out of my mouth without any thought. He places a finger at my clit and circles it lightly before delving, again gently, into my previously unexplored entrance. My body begins shaking and the moans are coming out of my mouth almost unendingly. I feel another orgasm coming quickly.

Dr. Green pulls away, just before I’m able to go over the edge and I can’t help the whimper that comes out of my mouth.

“Don’t worry” he says, crawling up the bed to settle his throbbing erection between my legs. “I’m going to take care of you.”

“Please, Sean” I whimper again. “I need you.”

“And I need to be inside you” he replies gruffly.

He readjusts his body and slowly guides his length into me, setting my whole body alight again. This orgasm is fast and hard. Dr. Green’s thrusts are slow and purposeful. Unlike with Mr. Blackbourne, it doesn’t appear that Dr. Green is going to finish at the same time as me. Does that mean we’re done and he doesn’t get to finish? Am I supposed to lay here and let him finish?

“Do you need a minute?” Dr. Green asks when my body stops quivering.

“A minute for what?” I ask, still panting.

“To change positions, of course” he smiles down at me. “You didn’t think we were done, did you?”

I shake my head, “I’ve only done this once, remember?”

“Oh I remember” he responds with a grin, “which is why tonight is going to be so much fun. I get to teach you all the different ways a man and woman can make love.”

“All of them?” I ask, smiling. I might be inexperienced, but I do read a lot and my books tell me enough to know that there are many different ways to make love.

“Maybe not all” he concedes, “but I’ll have fun trying.”

I laugh and move my hips a little to remind him that we’re actually in the middle of something right now.

“I think I’m good to go, doctor” I say slyly.

Slowly, he pulls out of me and looks at me seriously. I return his look with one of my own. While his is calculating, mine is one of confusion. Why did he pull away from me?

“Trust me?” he asks.

“Of course” I reply automatically. “I love you.”

“I love you too” he smiles at me. “Now get on your hands and knees and face away from me.”

“O-o-okay” I say hesitantly. Very confused now. I’m aware that this is a sexual position from some of my racier books, but I always thought this was something the boys would want to do later. Much later. If ever.

I get into position and feel the bed moving behind me. I hear Dr. Green rummaging in a draw and then feel him return to position behind me. The heat of his breath hits me before his tongue again begins its exploration of my ass. Before I can buck away from him in surprise, he wraps his arm around my waist to hold me against his mouth. He takes several long, languid licks and then pulls away.

“Remember to trust me” he says.

I’m confused about what he means, but lose the thought when he returns his erection to my center and enters me from behind. The new angle is extraordinary. I can feel him deep inside me, much deeper than he was before. I try to pull away so I can move against him, but he still has his arm wrapped around my waist. He’s just holding me against him, breathing heavily on my back.

“Sean?” I ask, wondering what he has planned.

“Did you like what I was doing with my tongue?” he asks in return.

“Yes” I say honestly. It started out as an odd sensation, but quickly turned into something else. Something amazing.

“I’m going to use my finger this time” he says. “Is that okay? You can tell me to stop at any time and I will.”

“Just your finger?” I ask, wondering again what he has planned.

“For now” he replies, “I just want to see if you like it.”

I try to look at him over my shoulder, but his head is resting on my back so I can’t make eye contact with him. I want him to see the trust in my eyes, so I gently call his name. When he looks up at me, I smile at him.

“I trust you” I say simply.

He nods his head and removes his vice grip from my waist. When he repositions himself behind me, I can feel the movements inside me as well and I can’t help but to move a little as well. We both groan at the feel of him seated so deep in me. He slowly pulls out and with equal slowness, pushes back in, repeating the pattern several times. I settle my forehead against my hands on the bed, letting my elbows rest next to my breasts.

We both enjoy the feel of him rocking in and out of me for several minutes. His hands never stop exploring my back and ass in gentle caresses. I stiffen when his hands leave my body, knowing that he’s about to do something different and new. When his rhythm of thrusts doesn’t change, I settle back into my relaxed position and wait. I hear the pop of a cap and am tempted to turn and look at what he’s doing, but he asked me to trust him so I stay put with my forehead resting on my hands.

I feel his finger, wet with something kind of slimy, rub the area around my tight hole in a gentle massage. The cool fluid feels odd to me, but I stay relaxed and waiting. He pauses in his thrusting and pulls himself almost all the way out of me, still I stay relaxed and waiting. When he pushes his length into me again, I feel his finger slide into my tight hole in the same tentative, gentle way he used his tongue. He matches the thrusts of his penis with the probing of his finger, adding a twist with his finger every time his pelvis bottoms out.

At first the feeling is strange, slightly uncomfortable, but the more he probes, the easier it becomes to accept him. Before long, I’m returning his thrusts with thrusts of my own, silently begging for something more, faster.

“Sang?” Sean asks, his voice strangled.

“Yes” I reply hoarsely, barely able to think. “I like it. Don’t stop.”

My admission breaks a dam in him and he’s suddenly picked up the speed of both thrusting and probing. I stop trying to match his tempo and just let him take care of me. I’m enjoying the feel of having him inside me in both ways, but I’ve reached a plateau and know that I won’t be able to go over this way.

“More Sean” I say panting, “I need more.”

“Do you want me to take you here?” he asks, indicating ‘here’ with another twist of his finger. “I promise I’ll be gentle.”

“Yes” I groan, “please, Sean. I need to cum.”

He groans in response and slows his thrusting before coming to a complete stop. I hear the cap pop on the container of slimy liquid again and then feel a generous amount poured on my back entrance. He works the liquid into me and then moves my body so that my legs are spread further apart.

“Don’t tense up, okay?” he asks.

“Okay” I say, willing to agree to anything he says if it means he’ll let me cum.

He uses his left hand to grip my hip and his right hand to reach around and press on my clit lightly giving it just enough attention to make me moan, but not enough to send me over the edge. I feel his tip at my ass and take a deep breath, releasing it on a groan at the pinch of pain when he starts probing my ass the same way he did with his finger.

“Are you with me?” he asks, increasing the pressure on my clit so that I no longer feel any pain, just pleasure.

“Oh my God” I moan in response.

“Good or bad?” he asks, pausing his movements.

“Don’t stop” I demand, pushing my ass back on him further.

He resumes the circling pressure on my core and presses himself further into my behind. When he’s fully seated, he stops and lets me adjust to the feeling.

“Sean” I whine.

“I have to go slow or I’ll hurt you” he replies through what sounds like gritted teeth.

Remembering similar words from Mr. Blackbourne, I pull away from him slightly and then push myself back on him, repeating the pattern several times. My motions seem to jump start him back into action because he meets my thrusts and takes over again, moving gently in and out of me, never stopping the circling pressure on my clit. As his thrusts pick up speed, so does the pressure.

“Sean,” I moan, “I’m going to cum.”

“I’m with you” he replies. “Let go for me. Cum with me. God, you feel so good.”

I fall over the edge and slam my ass back against pelvis, grinding hard against him. My orgasm is so fierce that I can’t even make a sound. He follows me over on a groan and slumps forward to lay across my back.

We lay like that for several moments, trying to catch our breath. Dr. Green lets out a laugh and kisses my spine, causing a shiver to racket my entire body.

“You’re so perfect, Pookie” he sighs.

“That was perfect” I reply.

“Yeah” he says and then groans, “but now we have to clean-up before round two. Take a bath with me?”

I nod at his suggestion of a bath, unsure if my body will be capable of a round two. We settle into a warm bubble bath and I lean my back against his chest, letting him run a loofa over my arms and legs. I close my eyes to enjoy the sensation and the next time I open them, it’s because the water has gone cold. I turn my head and see that Dr. Green has also fallen asleep.

“Sean?” I whisper.

“Yes, Pookie?” he mumbles back.

“We should go to bed” I say, louder now, “the water’s gone cold.”

“Hmm?” he replies, still mostly asleep.

I pull myself away from him and turn, watching his eyes open at the blast of cool air that hits his wet chest once my body’s no longer blocking it.

“Well” he laughs, “if that doesn’t wake you up, I don’t know what will.”

“Let’s get to bed” I say, yawning.

We make our way back into the bedroom, both of us too tired to bother even properly drying ourselves. We curl up under the covers, holding tightly to each other’s naked and still damp bodies, and I fall quickly back to sleep.

I once again wake to the sound of angry male voices. I can make out Mr. Blackbourne and Dr. Green easily enough because they’re expected, but it takes me another moment to recognize Nathan because I’m not expecting him here.

“You have school and she needs sleep” Dr. Green whispers.

“Just let me talk to her for a minute” Nathan argues, “if she tells me to go, I’ll go.”

“Tell us what you wish to discuss with Miss Sorenson and I will decide if it is urgent enough to warrant waking her at 5 a.m.” Mr. Blackbourne replies.

“I can’t” Nathan says, “it’s a secret.”

My eyes pop open at that. A secret? We don’t keep secrets in this family.

“What’s a secret?” I say, slowly sitting up.

All three men pause their argument by the door to look over at me. Too late, I realize the blanket has fallen to my lap, exposing my naked torso.

Blushing, but determined to get the information, I say “what’s a secret, Nathan?”

“Can we talk privately?” he asks, meeting my gaze, begging silently.

“Mr. Blackbourne, Sean, can we have a moment?” I asks.

“Of course, Miss Sorenson” Mr. Blackbourne says, “but I will expect some kind of explanation.”

I nod my agreement and wait for the two older men to leave the room. “What’s a secret?” I ask Nathan again.

“Our shower therapy” he replies, “I want to surprise them all once you’re all better.”

I smile, liking the idea of surprising our family with good news about me for once.

“Okay” I readily agree, “but why are you here this morning? Don’t you have school?”

“Yeah” he says, “I thought if I got here early enough, we could do a little therapy before I have to go to school.” He phrases the last part as a question.

“I can’t this morning” I shake my head. “I’ve had two hours of sleep. If I try to do something stressful like that, I would probably pass out.”

Nathan smiles at my admission of staying up late with Dr. Green. “And what were you doing up until 3 a.m., Miss Sang?”

I roll my eyes, but smile in response. “You want details? Actually, we ended up falling asleep in the bathtub.”

“Exciting night with the doc, then Peanut?” he teases.

“We had fun before the bath” I say, feeling the need to defend Dr. Green.

“I bet you did” he replies, “and I hope you get a chance to show me all the things doc taught you soon.”

I blush again, but still manage a smile at the memory. Dr. Green likes to talk dirty. I wonder if I’ll ever be able to do something like that on my own, without prompting. I would have doubted it a week ago, but I’m learning a lot of things about myself that I never would have guessed this week.

A knock at the door signals our private conversation is over so I call for Mr. Blackbourne and Dr. Green to come in.

“Pookie, tell Mr. Grumpypants and Mr. 5 a.m. to go away so we can get back to sleep” Dr. Green grouses when he crawls back into bed beside me, giving Nathan and Mr. Blackbourne a nice view of the rest of my naked body in the process.

I shoot Dr. Green a glare, but turn to Mr. Blackbourne once I’m covered back up. “Nathan and I will be working on a surprise for the family” I start explaining immediately. “I don’t know how long it will take us to be ready to show everyone, but we would like a couple of hours at least three days a week to work on it. We may bring in one or two other family members to help at some point, but we would like this to be secret until we’re ready to share it.”

“Should I be concerned, Miss Sorenson?” Mr. Blackbourne asks.

“I don’t think so” I reply. “It puts me in no real danger, but it might stress me out. Hopefully, though, when we’re ready to share it with the family, we can offer them a happy surprise.” I say smiling.

“I don’t think…” Mr. Blackbourne starts.

“Trust your family, Owen” I cut him off. “Nathan will take care of me.”

“Fair enough. Mr. Griffin, I will trust you with Miss Sorenson’s safety and well-being. I will schedule one or two hours of privacy for you a few times a week. Please let me know when you bring other individuals in so that I can give them time off as well.”

“Thank you” Nathan replies.

“As for you, Miss Sorenson” Mr. Blackbourne turns to me, “you and I will be having a discussion about discipline in the very near future.”

I glance at Nathan to see he’s confused about Mr. Blackbourne’s meaning. I return my gaze to Mr. Blackbourne, “you mean if I interrupt you again, you’re going to bend me over your knee and spank me?” I tease with a smile.

Mr. Blackbourne returns my smile and I melt into a puddle on the bed.

“Now, go away” Dr. Green whines, “I’m still sleepy.”

“Very well, Sean. Mr. Griffin, let’s see ourselves out” Mr. Blackbourne says, ushering Nathan out the door.

The next time I wake, it’s to the feel of hands ghosting over my side, inching their way closer to my breasts. I sigh in contentment and nuzzle my back closer into Dr. Green’s chest.

“Good morning, Pookie” he whispers in my ear.

“Good morning, Sean” I whisper back, smiling when his hand finally find its way to my breast now that I’m awake.

“I love waking up to your beautiful, naked body next to me in the morning” he says quietly. “It’s like a dream turned to reality.”

“And I love waking up to your hand doing delicious things to my body” I reply, turning onto my back so that I can greet him properly.

Our quick good morning kiss turns deep and seering. Before I can realize what’s happening, he’s settled between my legs and begging for entrance.

“Wait” I gasp, before I let this go any further. “We have work.”

“We have time” he says, running his nose along the length my jaw, making me shiver. “Let me love you.”

I wrap my legs around his waist and eagerly invite him in. He uses both arms to hold most of his weight off me, but presses gentle kisses all over my face. His thrusts are soft and gentle to match his lips pressing to my cheeks, eyes, nose, and finally my mouth. I accept his soft love-making and the feelings swell inside me to almost bursting. Before, we had fiery passion and nothing we did could be considered sweet, but this morning I can feel every bit of love the good doctor has for me. My emotions are all over the place and I can feel the tears rolling down my cheeks at the tenderness he’s giving me this morning.

“I love you, Sean” I whisper in his ear.

“I love you, sweetie. You are so amazing. And wonderful. Beautiful” he replies, before burying his face in my shoulder.

His thrusts have picked up speed and are coming a bit erratic now. I can tell he’s getting close, but I think my heart is too full for my body to accept anymore pleasure. For the first time, I’m going to watch one of my boys come apart in my arms.

I feel Dr. Green’s hand snake its way in between us and reach the juncture of my thighs. All thoughts of him going over without me flee my mind as soon as he puts pressure on my sensitive bundle of nerves.

I give a hoarse cry when my body catches up with my heart and my entire universe explodes into a happy halo of lights behind my eyes. I feel Dr. Green jerk to his own release inside me and we ride the waves of our climax together.

Once the aftershocks of our lovemaking has died down, Dr. Green collapses half on me, half on the bed and sighs.

“You, Pookie, are an amazing, wonderful, beautiful lover” he praises.

“Why did that time seem so much more emotional, Sean?” I ask breathlessly.

“I don’t know, Sang, but it touched my heart in a different way too” he replies.

“I wish we could stay here in our own private bubble of love all day” I complain.

“But Pookie!” Dr. Green exclaims, jumping from the bed. “Today we get ice cream!”

The promise of ice cream for breakfast, which is technically lunch, is the only reason I crawled out of bed and dressed in my jeans and ice cream parlor uniform shirt after a quick bath.

Our shift at the parlor is just for show, so we’re only required to be there for two hours or so each day this week. Our job is to go in, get ourselves into position and wait for the children to show up. The first day, I’m supposed to stop Dr. Green from touching my butt and then take the kids the ice cream they ordered. I was told we would take their reactions to that as a sign of how to proceed for the rest of the week.

The ice cream parlor we arrive at is attached to a busy strip mall and has a pepto bismol colored sign with a white ice cream cone and the name 2 Scoops printed on it. Dr. Green and I hurry inside, excited to get our rather unhealthy breakfast/lunch before we have to work.

The inside of the shop is decorated in all whites and pinks with a long glass counter directly across from the door. There are only a half dozen tables inside and bars with stools lining the two walls along the side. All the napkin dispensers are shaped like banana splits. I love the shop immediately.

“Welcome to 2 Scoops. How can I help you?” The perky girl behind the counter greets us.

Dr. Green walks to the glass counter with me following close behind to see what flavors of ice cream they have available.

“What do you think, Pookie?” He asks. “Cup or cone, two scoops or three?”

I smile at him and turn to the girl that’s waiting patiently. “May I have a waffle cone with the coffee & donut and the cinnamon roll flavors, please?”

“Pookie, sweetie, no chocolate?” Dr. Green asks with obvious surprise.

I smile at him again. “Not for breakfast!”

He laughs and orders the same, but adds a Reese’s cup scoop to his.

Once we settle down at a table off to the side, I decide to tease North a bit. I pull out my phone and snap a picture of my ice cream breakfast.

Sang: Look, no chocolate!

I can feel Dr. Green vibrating with laughter beside me and giggle a bit myself.

“Don’t start that” he grumps. “I can't cure your giggles while we're on assignment.”

I giggle more and feel my phone vibrate with a response.

North: Baby, no. You'll rot your teeth!

Sang: A little sugar won't hurt. Now get back to work, you're supposed to be in class.

I put my phone away and turn back to Dr. Green, surprised to see he’s almost finished with his cone.

“Hurry and finish up, we have to be behind that counter in about 15 minutes” he says.

I hurry to finish my ice cream, but can only get half of it down before I’m full. After I throw our trash away, Dr. Green leads me back to the perky girl at the counter to let her know who we are.

“Oh good” she says. “You're early. I have a hair appointment and I don't wanna be late. The store’s all yours for the next three hours. Have fun. Bye!”

She says all this while taking off her apron and grabbing her purse. Before Dr. Green or I could think to stop her, she’s out the door.

“Do you know how to work a register, Pookie?” Dr. Green asks.

“Not like this one.” I shake my head in reply. “The one at the diner is much newer than this kind. Do you?”

“Uh oh” is Dr. Green’s only response.

We both walk over to the register to see if we can figure it out, but neither of us can even make the screen light up. It looks like a sideways iPad on a stand that swivels, but the button that usually turns Nathan's iPad on didn't do anything.

“What do we do?” I ask Dr. Green on a whisper of frustration.

“Owen will send a rather large check to the company after this week is over and we will be giving away lots of free ice cream” Dr. Green responds on a laugh. “What else can we do?”

I laugh with him, but it's forced. That seems like a lot of money to spend on ice cream that he doesn't get to eat. My very first assignment with the Academy and it's already costing Mr. Blackbourne lots of money. I don't think he'll be very happy with either of us. But what are we supposed to do? The employee was supposed to train us before she left for a long, paid lunch. She either forgot or thought it wasn't necessary.

The bell jingles to let us know we have customers. I look up and see Mr. Buble come in with five small children, none older than 10 just like Mr. Blackbourne promised. I smile at them.

“Welcome to 2 Scoops!” I call in greeting.

“Good Afternoon” Mr. Buble greets me in return. “Go pick your flavors and then you can help me find us some seats” he instructs the children kindly.

I hear a cacophony of yelling and can just barely make out some of the flavors being yelled at me across the glass. Laughing, I hold up my hands as if in surrender.

“One at a time, please” I ask, still giggling. “Get in line and we’ll get everyone some ice cream.”

“You tell ‘em, cutie” Dr. Green says from somewhere behind me. And then I hear, and feel, the loud smack across my ass.

“Sean!” I splutter, once I spin around to see him leaning on the work table behind us.

He just smiles at me in delight. It takes several deep breaths and a few moments for me to remember that I'm supposed to reprimand him for that. In all honesty, it just made me want to find someplace private for us to go so he could do it again.

“You will not do that again” I say to him as firmly as I can muster at the moment.

His answering mischievous grin lets me know that the want in my eyes when he spanked me wasn’t missed by him. I turn back to see the shocked faces of all the children and I just smile back at them. “Now who wants ice cream?”

The rest of our time at 2 Scoops is spent with Dr. Green trying to touch me and me swatting his hands away. After about an hour, I wasn't even thinking. I just subconsciously smack his hand every time I see it. Which is funny when he’s just trying to make an ice cream cone. I never get a chance to talk to the kids, but they’re watching me the entire time.

When it’s finally time to go, the bell jingles again announcing more customers. I look up, ready to greet them when I spot two out nine of my favorite people on earth.

“Victor! Silas! Welcome to 2 Scoops, can I get ya something?” I ask happily. Happy to see them and happy to leave soon.

“Are you on the menu?” Victor asks with a wink.

“In about 10 minutes I am” I reply cheekily, causing Silas to snort a laugh.

“Oh, so now you want to play and flirt” Dr. Green says playfully beside me. “I’ve been getting my hand smacked all day for trying to flirt with her and she goes all goo-goo eyed the moment you two walk in.”

“That’s right, boss” I reply, smiling back at him, emphasizing the word ‘boss’.

“Hey, Vic?” Dr. Green looks to Victor curiously.

“Yeah, Doc?” Victor replies, tilting his head.

“Can you see if you can figure this register thing out while I say bye to Pookie real quick?” He asks.

“Um, sure, but what were you doing about ringing up the ice cream until now?” Victor asks, confused.

“We’ve been giving it away for free” Dr. Green replies cheerily, grabbing my hand and dragging me into office, leaving Victor and Silas laughing behind us.

Once in the office he hugs me close and plants a tension filled kiss to my lips, conveying exactly how difficult today has been for him. Being so close to me, being allowed to touch me, but knowing every time I have to turn him down. I had my doubts about this mission at the beginning, but I never realized it would be this hard on him too. I return his kiss with equal fervor, letting my own frustrations with the day be known to him in the way I grip his body tightly to mine, and the way I suckle on his tongue every time it passes my lips.

“You kiss me like that after every shift and I might survive this week” Dr. Green murmurs when we finally pull apart for some much needed air.

“Spank me like you did earlier and our cover will be blown in a nanosecond” I reply to him in a hushed voice, not wanting to break the little bubble of love we created.

“That is good to know, Pookie” Dr. Green says on a laugh. “Let’s get you back out there to Victor and Silas before they come barging in and kidnap you.”

I smile at him and give him another lingering kiss as a thank you for understanding that my time with them is important to me too.

We return just in time for me to see Victor scanning his card on the credit card machine. Feeling frustrated that he probably just gave the ice cream shop a lot of money without even asking for us to guess how much we sold, I stomp my way over to him and poke him in the side.

“You didn’t have to do that, Victor” I say on a sigh. “We were going to have Mr. Blackbourne write them a check.”

“It’s okay, Princess” Victor replies. “I used his credit card.”

“Oh. Well, I guess that’s okay” I say, relieved Victor isn’t tapping into his funds for my assignment. “Can you teach me how to work the machine?”

“Yeah, about that” he replies. “Why didn’t you just tap the screen?”

I laugh in embarrassment for not thinking of that myself. Especially since that’s how we wake the machine up at the diner.

“It’s okay, Aggele” Silas speaks up from the other side of the bar. “We all had first assignment jitters our first time in the field.”

“You all screwed your first assignment up within the first five minutes?” I ask, hoping he says yes, but knowing that’s not what he meant.

“No, Pookie” Dr. Green jumps in. “But none of our first assignments with the Academy went smoothly. It gets easier every time. I promise.”

Feeling sufficiently soothed, I look back at the clock seeing the ice cream shop girl should be back any minute.

“You go ahead and go with Silas and Victor” Dr. Green offers with a smile. “I can wait for her to get back.”

“Are you sure?” I ask, not wanting to leave the assignment early just because I’m excited about tonight. Nervous too, but mostly excited.

Before he can reassure me, the perky clerk bounces into the shop and hurries to deposit her things and get back to work just as quickly as she disappeared three hours earlier. Shaking my head, I just turn and head for the door with Silas and Victor. Dr. Green follows us a few seconds later after thanking the clerk and confirming our time for arrival the following day.