My Bad Boy Doctor

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For sensitive readers, I guess I should let you know you can ignore this chapter if sex bothers you.

26 Dec 2021: Apparently people get upset that there's no sex right away in the first half. For those who need this spoiler, it's after the break.

I'm also going to politely request that you don't advertise your smut stories/reading lists on here or loudly proclaim you're done with this story. This was a first draft I haven't had a chance to revise yet. Read or don't read, but don't be rude. I'll delete the comments before I mute you.

Everyone else, enjoy!

Blake and I had sex.

We didn't make love or indulge in tender emotion. This was full-blown passion where we fucked each other eight ways from Sunday until our heads spun. And every time we climaxed, we did it again.

It was amazing.

Long after dinner and after a stint in the hot tub, Blake and I lie in his bed, bodies entwined and relaxed. He traces the contours of my body, occasionally stopping to roll my nipples between his fingers.

I splay my hand against his chest and my head rests against his shoulder. I'm so elated and comfortable that I never want this moment to end. Every fiber of my body buzzes in satisfaction as I curl into him.

With a deep sigh, he cups my breast. "You are so beautiful," he hums. "I can't get enough of you."

I smile, inhaling the scent of sweat mingled with us as I bring my hand down until it wraps around him, making his breath hitch. "I could say the same for you," I say, squeezing until I feel him harden in my grasp.

It feels powerful to know I have this effect on him, and I'm ready to assert myself again, to take control and have him panting my name. I want to do so much to him, now and many more times to come.

Sensing what I'm about to do, he reaches for a condom on the nightstand and tears it open before rolling it over his length. He doesn't resist when I climb on top and settle over him, and I'm on fire the moment we connect. I have all the control as I rock back and forth, moving at different tempos to draw out the pleasure. My climax is already building in my chest, the pit of my stomach, and between my thighs, and I can tell he's close too.

It isn't until until we cry in unison, gripping each other as pleasure washes over us in waves, that I realize I'm the bad girl in this relationship, and he's the good boy next door. Every trope I conceived about him was actually subverted where I'm playing out the role I set for him in my fantasy while he's cast in mine.

It's thrilling and frightening at the same time, to think I could be the one to hurt him if I'm not careful. The last thing I want is to toy with his emotions.

Breathless, I roll onto the bed, high from my release. Blake moves to clean himself off before joining me again, nuzzling my neck. His mouth is hot against my ear and his hands sizzle everywhere he touches me.

"Be my girlfriend, Kelly."

My heart skips at the words. This man has just asked me to be his. Is it the sex speaking or does he genuinely want this? I'm not sure, and that's what scares me. What if he changes his mind tomorrow morning and realizes this was a mistake?

As if he reads my mind and knows all of my insecurities, he sits up, drawing me into his lap. There is nothing separating our bare skin, and the moment is intimate as my breasts touch his chest and our hips meld together. Even in the darkened room, I can see the seriousness in his eyes and the longing in his face.

His fingers dig into my back, sliding low until they settle on my backside. Each touch sends a shiver down my spine. He's freaking serious.

I'm terrified and have no idea how to respond.