A slow grin spread across his face.
“Maya—” His voice was rough. “I don't know what you're talking about.”
He faked shock. I knew he was just teasing me.
He tried to step back. I didn’t let him.
I chased his lips, brushing mine against them as my hands cupped his face. My thumbs stroked his jaw. I felt the muscle jump under my touch.
“You want this too,” I whispered against his mouth. “Stop lying. I felt it. I saw it. The way you looked at my pussy yesterday. The way your cock got hard while you fingered me. The way you almost licked me when your breath was right there. Don’t lie to me, Knox. You want to fuck me just as badly as I want you.”
His eyes were dark. I felt his fingers tremble inside me. They twitched deeper as he tried to keep control.
I kept talking, rubbing my lips over his. I tasted the salt on his skin.
“I’ve wanted you for a year. Every day. Every time you stood next to me in surgery, I imagined these hands on me instead of the patient. I touched myself last night thinking about your fingers. I came so hard saying your name I almost cried. And when you told me I needed to be fucked… God, Knox. I almost begged you right there on that table to do it.”
His breathing went heavy. The heat rolling off him burned. I felt how hard he was against my thigh. Thick and throbbing through his trousers.
I smiled against his mouth.
“Keep stroking me,” I murmured. “Don’t stop. Please.”
Something in him snapped.
His grin widened.
“Alright,” he growled.
He shoved a second finger into me without warning. The stretch burned. My head fell back.
“You want the truth, Maya? I’ve been craving this tight cunt for a long time. Years. Every time you walked past me in those scrubs, I wanted to bend you over and ruin you. But I’m your senior. And your brother’s friend. So I kept my hands to myself.”
He curled his fingers, rubbing that swollen spot. My thighs shook.
“Not anymore.” His free hand fisted in my hair, forcing me to look at him. “You asked for it. Don’t you dare blame me when you can’t walk tomorrow. I’m going to stretch this pussy until it remembers the shape of my cock.”
Pure need exploded through me.
“Yes,” I breathed. I ground down on his hand. “Ruin me, Daddy. Fuck me hard.”
“Fuck, Maya…” He groaned like the words hurt him. “You’re going to be the death of me.”
He yanked his hand away, pulling his scrub top and T-shirt over his head in one motion. He bared his broad chest. My empty pussy clenched.
He slid his hands under my ass, lifting me off the chair. I wrapped my legs around his waist. My dress hiked up. He carried me to the recovery bed against the wall.
He laid me down and followed. His mouth crashed onto mine in a deep kiss. My toes curled. His tongue stroked mine. One hand shoved my dress up to my waist. The other stayed between my legs. Three fingers pumped slowly inside me.
He pulled them almost all the way out, then slammed all three back in at once.
“Nnnghhhhh!” I screamed.
The stretch was brutal. My cunt had never taken anything that thick. The sudden fullness ripped a broken cry from my throat.
“Knox! Oh my God! Fuck!”
“That’s it,” he rasped. His fingers started a hard rhythm. “Take it. Your tight pussy is soaking my hand already. Listen to how wet you are.”
The wet sounds of his fingers plunging in and out filled the room. Every thrust dragged over that swollen spot. My vision blurred. I felt how stretched I was around him. My walls fluttered and clenched, trying to pull him deeper.
He kissed me like he was starving. He swallowed every moan. His free hand shoved the top of my dress down, exposing my tits. He pinched one nipple hard. I arched off the bed with a sharp cry.
“You like that?” he growled. His fingers kept their brutal pace. “You like being finger-fucked by your brother’s friend on an operating table like a dirty slut?”
“Yes—” The word tore out of me. “Yes, Daddy, I love it! Harder! Please!”
He went harder.
Three fingers slammed into me over and over. They curled and scissored, stretching my hole until the burn melted into pure pleasure. My juices ran down his wrist. Every time he bottomed out, the heel of his hand ground against my clit. Stars exploded behind my eyes.
I was so close it hurt.
“Look at you,” he muttered, his eyes locked on my face. “Fucking yourself on my fingers like you’ve been starving for it. Your cunt is gripping me so tight. You gonna come for me, Maya? You gonna squirt all over my hand again like the needy virgin you are?”
The filthy words pushed me right to the edge.
I grabbed the back of his neck and yanked his mouth back to mine. I kissed him desperately. The orgasm built like a wave. My hips rolled up to meet every thrust. The wet slap of skin on skin echoed. I dripped onto the mattress.
“Knox—I’m gonna—fuck, I’m gonna come—”
“Do it.” His voice was pure command. “Come on my fingers. Soak them. Let me feel this tight pussy break for me.”
I shattered.
The climax ripped through me. My whole body locked up. A broken scream tore out of my throat. My cunt clamped down around his fingers in pulsing waves. Fluid gushed out of me in a hot rush, soaking his hand and his trousers. I kept coming, shaking into his mouth. He fucked me through it with deep strokes until I twitched, oversensitive.
When the last tremor faded, he slowed. He didn’t pull out. He stayed buried inside me, his fingers stroking my fluttering walls. He kissed me softer now, deep and claiming.
I lay there trembling. My dress rucked up around my waist. My tits bare. My thighs still spread wide around his hips. His fingers were still buried to the knuckles in my dripping cunt.
And all I could think was that I never wanted him to stop.
“Knox, please. I'm not satisfied.”