Doctor Clause (Doctors of Eastport General)

Chapter Nineteen

Leeona

The holidays were over. Everything on her list was checked off. There was nothing left to ask for. Tommy’s health was improving. There was a man in her life. And, she’d found herself, after digging out from under layers and layers of lies and misconceptions. Nothing was weighing her down anymore. Nothing was holding her down either. She’d been freed, mentally, physically, and sexually. It wasn’t the end of the journey though. There was more to learn. There was more to experience. Stephen was the gateway to all of it. His suggestions were always spot-on... but this latest proposal came out of left field, blindsiding her. She’d never considered the possibility.

She enjoyed being watched. Just the idea of experiencing new sensations was thrilling. The question was: how much more was she ready for?

“We’ve talked about this,” he said. “If you have any doubts, the evening’s plans stop right here, right now. There is no pressure... no one is forcing you.”

“I know,” she replied. “I’ve had plenty of time to think it over, and I want to.” Trying new things was what life was all about. It took her twenty-eight years to figure that out. Marrying as a teen because of a pregnancy was the biggest mistake of her life, not that she’d change a thing given the chance. Tommy was born from that union. He was her pride and joy. Being his mother was her true calling.

Knock. Knock.

It was time. She inhaled deeply, moving to the spot she first stood in front of Stephen, with the same rush washing over her. It was the not knowing—it was the curiosity—it was the anticipation, and every second of it left her dripping from exhilaration.

“Come on in,” Stephen said, shaking a man’s hand.

First impressions were key to all of them. She needed to spark interest in him and vice versa for the night’s activities to go off without a hitch.

“Have a seat. I’ll grab drinks. Your usual okay?” Stephen asked.

“Mmm,” his friend responded, not taking his eyes off of her.

“Leeona, this is my good friend, Kyle,” Stephen said, his back to them at the mini-bar. He turned around briefly, eyes twinkling with the same excitement she was feeling.

She nodded a silent greeting. Introductions were a formality. Regardless of knowing his name, he was a stranger—a stranger who was about to have her in any way he wanted—a stranger who was about to be the third man to be inside her.

Stephen poured drinks—whisky on the rocks. He sat on one side of the sofa, while his friend took the other side, discussing old times as if she wasn’t even there. His head turned mid-sentence, intensely gazing at her. “Leeona, why don’t you strip?”

Her entire body flushed with a heightened sensitivity, heat increasing between her legs, nipples tingling as they stiffened.

This was it.

The best night of her life was about to begin.

All the preparations for this part were left up to her. Complicated wasn’t sexy. She’d made it simple. The silk robe which had been her sole protection against lust-filled eyes fell, forming a pile around her feet.

“So this is the girlfriend,” Kyle said, standing. “Not much on theatrics, huh?” Every step he made was carefully executed—the theatrics he’d mentioned. In this evening’s production, his role was clear. He was a pack alpha, forming a bond. Once in place, there’d be no defying him. She’d be willingly at his mercy.

A quick glance at Stephen told her no help was coming from him.

“How many?” Kyle asked.

“Four,” Stephen replied.

“Just four?” Kyle mused. “We can do better than that.” One hand grabbed a breast, gently massaging it. “I’m thinking at least seven or eight.”

She gasped, the realization of what the two men were discussing finally registering. Four was the most times she’d climaxed in a single night. That was on the verge of insane. Now, these two were planning on doubling it.

“Move in front of Stephen,” Kyle whispered in her ear, one hand still playing with her breast, the other pushing her gently on the back to position her exactly the way he wanted—within touching distance of both men. “It doesn’t take much to get this little rabbit ready, does it?” His fingers fell between her legs. A second later, two were inside her, probing her most private area. “Join me.” His instructions weren’t limited to just her; he was telling Stephen what to do as well.

No time was wasted in following his friend’s lead. Her stance widened at his touch, allowing both men to finger her at the same time.

“Oh!” she panted. “Wow!” The feeling of having two different sets of fingers, alternating pushing in and out at the same time, sent her spiralling over the edge.

“One.” Kyle said, chuckling. A light touch from him was enough to move her body. “Head on Stephen’s lap,” he instructed.

She complied, as if his words were the only option, her mind still reeling, juices still flowing. Her legs fell open, exposing herself to him. Instantly, his tongue took over for the fingers. The licking, flicking, and sucking began.

“How does she taste?” Stephen asked, using his time for a little nipple play. He pinched, she moaned. He twisted, she groaned.

“Delicious,” Kyle replied.

That one word sent waves rippling through her body, his mouth keeping the contractions going. A condom passed over her head.

Rip.

She knew the sounds. He was getting ready to take her while her body was still flowing with erotic spasms.

“Two,” Kyle snickered, pushing inside her in one thrust. “How does it feel to have a stranger inside you?” He pumped harder. “How does it feel to know your lover is watching another man go balls deep in your pussy?”

“Ooo!” she screamed.

He stopped moving for a moment. “Do you like my dick?” he asked.

She squirmed not wanting to answer, but the need for him to move growing intensely.

“Tell me you want me!” he insisted. “Tell me how good my dick feels. Tell me in front of your lover how much you want me to continue.”

Stephen said nothing.

She was too far in the throes of passion to defy him. “It feels good. Please! I want more. I want it faster. I want it harder. Take all of me.”

He chuckled, thrusting deep inside her. “That’s a good girl,” he said. “Keep begging the stranger to screw you.”

Inhibition flew out the window. “I want to feel you come!” she screamed, feeling her own climax begin.

He pulled out. “Not yet,” he said. “That was only three. There’s plenty of time to feel me lose my load inside you. Don’t worry. I may plan on taking my time enjoying my best-friend’s woman, but I assure you, you will feel me come! I am going to leave my mark on you; one your lover won’t be able to erase. By the end of the night, you’ll be screaming my name, not his.” He glanced over at Stephen. “Let’s move to the bedroom. I have a few more things to try. Did you bring the toys?”

Toys? What toys were they talking about, as if she wasn’t even there?

Stephen nodded. “I made a treasure chest. Use whatever you like on her.”

“Are you holding out okay?” Kyle asked.

“Mmm,” Stephen nodded, carrying her like a princess to the other room. “I may need to jump in soon, but I want to hold off for as long as I can.”

“You always did prefer one big explosion to several little firecrackers,” Kyle said.

Her body gently floated down the bed, rather than being tossed on there like a rag doll—the calm before the storm. Her stranger wasn’t a stranger anymore. In the past hour, she’d come to know him intimately. That’s why watching him rummage through a small wooden box of toys was both frightening and thrilling all rolled up in one, much the same feeling as going on a roller coaster for the first time.

She turned over, not wanting to see what was coming. That was a mistake. Her own lack of vision chose the pleasure aid for them.

The squeezing of the tube.

The feeling of the lube.

The little pink gem on her bottom puckered, clenching then releasing as fingers probed around the outside. Then the cold of silicone stretched her hole open.

“What is that?” she asked, gasping.

“A little bullet,” Kyle whispered. Vibrations began low and steady. “Don’t worry, it’s made from body safe material, and...” He snickered. “...doctor recommended. It’s meant to expand the area while stimulating at the same time and won’t go all the way in. I thought it was time we got your body ready for double penetration.”

“Double penetration?” she echoed.

One hand reached around, playing with her sensitive nub. “It’s time to tie the record,” he whispered in her ear from behind. The vibrations increased threefold, letting her know he was in charge.