A Necessary Distraction

Lexi’s grades had barely survived her first semester when stress found a permanent seat in her stomach. After two weeks of pacing the dorm floor she made an appointment, and that was how Mick found her. Blue eyes met his across the exam table and her mind wandered past the clipboard and into his lap. She imagined his hands moving lower than a doctor should allow. At the next visit the examination lasted longer, the paper gown rustled, and her pulse beat louder than the blood-pressure cuff. On the third visit she confessed. Her fingers toyed with the hem of her skirt while she told him exactly what she wanted. Mick leaned back, watched her until the silence grew heavy, then stood and locked the door. He turned her toward the table and pulled the gown off her shoulders. Lexi arched into his palms as they slid down her spine. When he bent her forward, skirt hiked, his mouth followed the curve of her ass. He pushed inside her in a slow, steady drive, her breath fogging the stainless steel. Mick kept the rhythm measured until her thighs shook. Then he gripped her hips and finished deep, filling her mouth a moment later when he turned her around and told her to swallow every drop.