Isabella’s POV
He chanted my name, fucking his fist like a madman. My knees weakened, but I couldn't look away.
My heart hammered against my ribs. Heat flooded my face, shooting straight between my legs in a rush that left me soaked. He was thinking about me while jerking off? I never pegged Dr. Henry for this kind of filth. It was wrong. So fucking wrong. But my body didn't care.
My thighs trembled. Hidden behind the cracked door, steam curled around my bare legs. I was paralyzed by the raunchy sight of him completely naked under the spray.
Every move made his ass flex, tight and hard, clenching as he pumped. His massive hand gripped his cock, knuckles white, stroking with rough pulls that created a wet, slapping rhythm against the rushing water.
That dick was massive. Way thicker than anything I’d ever seen. Heavy veins bulged along the shaft, pulsing with a dirty heartbeat. I squinted through the steam. The engorged head turned a bruised purple every time his fist slid over it. Slick precum leaked in sticky strings, washing away only to ooze again.
Fuck, look at that cock. He’s so hard it looks painful.
He groaned, the deep sound vibrating straight into my soaked pussy.
“Fuck, Isabella… just like that, baby,” he growled. His filthy voice echoed off the tiles. His hips thrust forward, fucking his fist like he was burying every inch deep into a tight cunt. “Take it. Let me stretch that pretty pussy wide open. Yeah… squeeze around my dick. You’re so fucking wet for me.”
I squeezed my thighs together, but it only made my clit throb. My cheer panties were drenched, clinging to my swollen lips. My nipples jutted against my top, aching with every shaky breath. I bit my lip to kill a moan, gripping the doorframe until my fingers cramped.
He’s jerking that huge dick, imagining he’s ruining my hole.
He sped up. His fist flew along that veiny length, the wet shlick-shlick getting louder, nastier. He was close, chanting my name like a curse. His heavy balls drew tight, slapping against his fist with every brutal stroke. His abs clenched as his body went rigid.
“Isabella—fuck, gonna flood that tight cunt—take every drop—” he snarled. His voice broke into a raw roar that made my pussy clench around empty air.
The shock of hearing him cum to my name made me gasp out loud. I stumbled backward, my elbow slamming into the wood doorframe with a loud thud.
The wet slapping sounds stopped instantly.
"Who's there?" his deep voice barked over the running water. "Isabella? Wait—"
My heart hammered in my chest. My sneakers squeaked on the wet tile as I spun and bolted toward the main office. I barely reached the exam table before the bathroom door swung open.
I froze. I kept my back to him, trying to steady my breathing while my soaked panties clung obscenely to my lips. Heavy footsteps crossed the room. When I finally turned, he was right there. He was dripping, dark hair slicked back, water running down his sharp jaw. His half-buttoned polo clung to his wet chest. A white towel hung dangerously low on his hips, barely hiding the thick outline of his spent cock.
The heavy shaft pressed against the terrycloth, still thick and semi-hard. The distinct bulge of the head twitched as my eyes darted down. He hadn’t even dried off; droplets slid down his hard abs, disappearing beneath the towel.
Fuck, he looks even bigger like this—undone and raw.
He masked any surprise, snapping straight into doctor mode. Those big hands guided me onto the exam table. “Let’s check that ankle,” he murmured. His voice was controlled, but his eyes were dark.
He began the exam like nothing happened. Strong fingers wrapped around my calf, massaging the muscle with firm strokes that sent sparks shooting up my thigh. The heat of his palms scorched my skin, sliding higher with every pass, his thumbs pressing into the sensitive flesh behind my knee.
I squirmed under his touch, shifting my hips back on the table. The paper sheet crinkled, exposing a distinct wet spot right where my bare ass had just rested.
Dr. Henry froze. His eyes dropped to the slick stain on the paper, then dragged slowly up to my hiked skirt. The damp patch on my panties was completely visible.
Then, his gaze flicked past me, catching something on the floor near the bathroom. My ID lanyard. I must have dropped it when I bolted.
He bent, scooping it up. The strap dangled from his fingers as he straightened. Water dripped from his hair onto the linoleum. His gaze locked onto mine. His voice dropped—dark and rough.
“You were watching me, weren’t you, Isabella?”
My stomach flipped. I stammered, cheeks burning hotter than the steam. The filthy memory of his cum shooting while he growled my name made my thighs squeeze together.
Fuck. I’m caught.
But I couldn't deny how my cunt was still slick, or how his half-naked body standing right in front of me made everything throb harder. I made my choice. I slowly parted my thighs, giving him a clear view of my soaked lace. I looked up, biting my lip as a soft, needy breath slipped out.
He took the signal instantly, stepping closer. Our faces were inches apart. His minty breath fanned my lips. One massive hand gripped my high thigh, right where the skin was soft. His fingers slid up, brushing the damp edge of my panties. He was on the brink of slipping under the fabric and crossing every rule.
The tension felt so thick I could taste it. I arched my hips up a fraction, pressing directly into his touch. His heavy dick visibly twitched under the towel. My nipples ached. We were both flushed, breathing hard.
Suddenly, a loud knock slammed against the door.
“Doc? You in there?” a player yelled from the hallway.
Without waiting for an answer, the knob twisted.