Doctor Clause (Doctors of Eastport General)

Chapter Twenty

Leeona

Number four left her tingling. Much the same as her first time experiencing multiple climaxes, most of her body was overstimulated.

“Drink,” Stephen said, handing her a glass of ice water. He was still fully clothed, albeit with a bulge in his pants.

Lips smacked, tongue exploring the cavern of her mouth. It was completely dried out and screaming for even a trickle of liquid, yet she hadn’t noticed until he told her. The first sip was pure luxury, moisture coating lips, teeth, and tongue, but just a tease. She inhaled deeply before taking the rest in one swig. A cool sensation travelled to the back of her throat, the water sliding its way down in gulps.

“Easy,” Stephen chuckled. “There is plenty more.”

Her arm became a napkin, wiping the bits of liquid which hadn’t made the voyage with the rest from her face. “More.” The glass extended, only a few cubes remaining at the bottom.

“I think it’s time to clean up a bit,” Kyle said. “Do you mind if I take her in the bathroom for a bit?”

“Be my guest,” Stephen said.

“Come on then.” Kyle winked playfully. “It’ll give your body a chance to relax.” He placed her glass on the nightstand. “You can drink the shower water, if you want.”

“You want me to move?” she asked, brow arching. She was lucky to still be awake.

“Yeah,” Kyle laughed, gripping one arm tightly. All it took was a slight pull to bring her to her feet, legs surprisingly stable.

“But...” She glanced over at Stephen for instruction. There was none coming. He was laid back on the bed, hands locked behind his head without any signs of moving.

“No buts,” Kyle said. “It’s just you and me.”

He was supposed to watch. He was supposed to be a party to their activities. So far Stephen hadn’t contributed much to the evening’s romp. Now, she was alone with Kyle in a different room.

“We won’t be long,” he said, letting the tap run. Water cascaded over his fingers. “Hop in. It’s quite warm.”

One foot followed the other; a waterfall and multiple jets hitting her skin at the same time. The stream fell over her head, face and shoulders, washing away fatigue. Even her erogenous zones were feeling rejuvenated.

“Peppermint or cinnamon?” Kyle asked, holding up two bottles of body wash.

“Peppermint,” she answered without thought. That minty-fresh feeling left by using toothpaste and mouthwash was the jewel in her crown when it came to hygiene rituals.

He stepped in behind her. “Peppermint it is.” He began slowly, lathering up her skin, before moving on to any parts which might be still sensitive.

“Mmm,” she moaned, enjoying the feeling of all her cares being washed away. “Whoa!” Eyes opened wide to a creeping sensation, offering a pleasing tingle all over her body. “What is this?”

“Peppermint,” he mused. “You chose it.”

“If I had picked cinnamon?” she asked.

“A warming sensation,” he replied, stepping out for a moment.

Zip.

A black bag opened.

“What now?” she asked.

“A little landscaping,” he said, returning with a razor and scissors, and taking one knee in front of her. “It’s not a proven science, but from my experience, women have increased sensations directly related to the amount of pubic hair they have. Don’t worry, I won’t leave you bald eagle. I’m just going to tidy things up a bit. Spread ’em.”

He spoke and her legs moved as if they were his own.

“Stay still,” he instructed, the razor gliding close to her inner thigh. “Just a bit more off the top. It’s just like having a trim, isn’t it?”

Teeth grated over her bottom lip. Having a trim never felt that good before.

“Okay,” he said, still facing her nether region, “it’s time for the test.”

“Test?” she asked. “Oh.” His tongue was already probing all the freshly shaved areas. He was right. It was more sensitive now.

He stood, lifting her off the floor, her back pressed against a tile wall. Instinctively, legs wrapped around him, his thick shaft penetrating her like a spear. It was sharp. It was hard. It was intense. It was divine.

“He’s not here,” he whispered in her ear, thrusting in and out. “He isn’t watching. This is just the two of us. Do you like screwing another man?”

She gasped. That wasn’t the plan. This was about the three of them enjoying a sexual experience together. Why hadn’t Stephen joined them? Why had she forgotten he was still on the bed?

“You don’t have to answer.” He bit the lobe of her ear. “I already know you like it. You want me to fill you with my cum. Don’t worry, I slipped a condom on while I was grooming you.” He plunged in harder, farther. “Scream my name!”

She was a puppet, and he held all the strings. It wasn’t the same as with Stephen. He was in charge but always asked for her input, and considered her feelings. Kyle was all about control. When he spoke, she reacted. Her body was his to do with as he pleased.

“Kyle!” The next climax came at the same time.

“Again!” he demanded. “Make it loud enough for Stephen to hear. I want him to know the fifth time was all me.”

“Kyle!”

His body shuddered. She felt every bit of his intense orgasm.

“Good girl,” he praised. “Let’s go see what your lover is up to. I hope he’s not mad.” A sly grin crossed his lips. “Don’t worry. You still have at least one more in you. Once you come for him, everything will be right as rain.”