Her Older Sheikh (Sheikh Breaks My Heart #9)

Thirteen

S o that's how he's going to play it.

I'm not sure whether to laugh, run away, or drop to my knees in gratitude because...

Andie's right.

I have no idea why, but he does make me happy, albeit in the wildest and craziest ways. I can barely breathe just because I'm this close to him, and I know this will sound silly, but this doctor of mine just feels beautiful, you know?

Even with a medical mask covering most of his face, that's just how he feels to me, and what I do see is more than enough to make the butterflies in my stomach lose their minds.

His hair is an ebony mass of short, dark curls that has me dying to know whether they're as soft as they look, and my heart has been working overtime ever since I felt his piercing green eyes travel over my figure.

I know height isn't a factor for some girls, but as someone who's always been taller than most people her entire life - I really, really appreciate the fact that Dr. Somebody is tall enough that I need to crane my neck just a little to meet his gaze.

However...

What's really the most attractive thing about him is the fact that his boner is apparently so, so massive...it's actually managed to rip the seams of his scrubs open, and well, hello there, Big, Big Dick.

A part of me knows I should probably stop staring at it, but I'm finding it impossible to drag my gaze away from my first ever real-life sighting of an actual, honest-to-goodness cock.

Well, okay, it's more like seeing the tip of an iceberg or just the pink, fleshy peak of Mt. Cock, but still.

"Temptation?"

The lazy tone of his voice makes my toes curl.

Right, right.

I'm Temptation right now , I remind myself, and so...

I blink up at him in complete innocence. "I'm sorry, Doctor. I just heard this ripping sound. Did you hear it, too?"

"I'm afraid I didn't hear anything."

I nearly choke at how easy it seems for him to lie straight to my face, and while real-life Leah is dying to say something that's not Temptation-like, let's just sum it up with the same eight words: so that's how he's going to play it?

Dr. Somebody suddenly steps forward, and my breath catches.

"If there isn't anything else..."

I watch him reach for a pair of medical gloves, and I can't help but notice how he has all these beautiful muscles just flexing at his every move.

He's just so, so hard all over, I can't help but think it's impossible for this man to be a doctor in real life.

I mean...

I've seen so many doctors because of Io's illness, and none of them was this ripped, much less this, um... stuffed?

A snapping sound draws me out of my thoughts, and I see Dr. Somebody holding a pair of stethoscopes in his hands.

"Shall we begin?"

I automatically nod even as my heart begins to pound.

He plugs his ears and presses the chest piece against my hospital gown.

" Mm ."

It's my first time to hear him make a sound like that, and like everything he does, it's wicked and sexy as hell.

"I can't seem to hear your heartbeat clearly enough."

His tone is perfectly clinical like always, but even I know where this is going.

"I think I'll need to check your heartbeat a little more...closely."

I know I'm going to sound like a broken record here, but the same thought still ends up replaying inside my head: so that's how he's going to play it?

"May I?"

I don't even hesitate. "Yes, Doctor."

His gaze glitters as I utter the words, and heat builds deep in my belly.

Oh my.

He obviously loves hearing me say those two words.

I totally didn't expect that, but you can bet I already have it mentally filed under Most Important Things to Remember about Dr. Somebody.

My body starts to tingle as he reaches for the hem of my hospital gown. "May I?"

"Yes, Doctor."

I say the words again because I mean it, but I also say it because apparently...

Temptation is an "innocent" tease, and when my gaze darts down to his crotch—-

Did that bulge behind his pants just get bigger?

I think I need to stare harder, but I'm unable to, since Dr. Somebody has already started lifting my gown up, and oh God, oh God, oh God...

"Can you hold your gown up for me?"

He lets go as soon as I have it up securely, which also effectively blocks my gaze of his face.

"Mm."

So this is how it feels to have a man stare at your breasts...without seeing him.

I do still have my bra on, but like that matters when the whole thing's transparent.

"Doctor?"

My breasts are feeling heavier by the second under his gaze, but the fact that he hasn't said a word starts to worry me.

"Is there something wrong?"

I know I haven't the biggest boobs in the world, so maybe—-

"The opposite actually," Dr. Somebody drawls.

Gulp.

"I'm sure you've already heard this over and over, but you have the prettiest tits I've ever seen."

"Um..."

"It's a scientific observation, mind you."

I know I should stay in character, but I'm unable to prevent my lips from twitching.

That line was definitely something only someone as gullible as Temptation would accept.

"I hope I haven't made you uncomfortable."

"Oh no, Doctor." My voice comes out all soft and whispery.

"I'm glad to hear that."

I don't have a chance to answer, with Dr. Somebody catching me unaware as he presses the cold, smooth chest piece against the sensitive flesh of my left tit.

Oh God.

"Now..."

His voice is suddenly firm, and a sexy little shiver runs down my spine.

"Can you take a deep breath for me?"

On one hand: I'm seriously impressed at how he's playing his role to the hilt.

On the other, though: I see what you're doing, Dr. Somebody.

I totally see it, and...

Inhale. Exhale.

I love it.

"Again."

I inhale and exhale, but as my chest rises and falls, I also make a conscious effort this time to give my tits a little... bounce.

It's instantly effective, with Dr. Somebody dropping an 'F bomb' under his breath.

"Is something wrong, Doctor?"

I see him drop his stethoscope back on the tray in the corner of my eye.

"Your heartbeat appears regular..."

The sudden thickness of his voice makes my toes curl.

"But there are a couple of tests I'd still like to do, if you'd permit me?"

"What kind of tests?"

"Your tits are vulnerable to the same set of symptoms you've suffered from in the past."

"Oh no." It almost feels sinfully fun to just act really dumb like this.

"I'll need to examine your tits with my bare hands, so I can check for any irregularities."

His bare hands?

I am so down for that.

"May I begin?"

All I can do is nod, but when several moments pass, and nothing still happens—-

Has he changed his mind for some reason?

Should I be worried—-

Oh.

The sounds that follow make me realize he's peeling his gloves off, and before I can even draw my next breath, I feel his large bare hands brush against my skin—-

Oh God.

My bra is gone in a flash.

Aaaah.

I suddenly remember wondering about whether his hands were big enough to swallow my tits——

Yeees.

And they are.

They so are, and I just love how those big, big hands of his are now kneading and squeezing my breasts with such consistency .

"This type of motion is what allows me to familiarize myself with the shape and form of your tits."

He delivers the words like he's lecturing me, and I would've laughed if I weren't so busy trying to keep myself from moaning out loud.

"And when I start squeezing them harder like this..."

Oh God.

"It helps me detect any irregular masses."

My tits are aching like they've never ached before. Can this squeezing please go on forever?

"And as for these..."

He suddenly captures both of my pouting nipples between his fingers, and I give up trying to be silent.

"Doctor!"

I moan the word out loud, but this only makes him pinch my nipples again and again and again. "Oh God, Doctor, please!"

"Have you ever tried pinching them on your own?"

I start to shake my head when I remember he can't see me, and so I end up choking out 'no', since it's impossible to speak clearly with Dr. Somebody now furiously rubbing my nipples between his fingers.

"That's too bad," he murmurs. "This is actually another clinically proven way to self-medicate when you're feeling the usual discomfort."

A whimper is the only response I can give him, with the way he's now plucking my nipples like they're the sweetest fruits to plunder.

"I still have one last test to perform."

There's more?

Seriously?

But...what else is there left to do?

I feel like he's already done every—- oooooooooh.

I nearly lose my grip on the hem of my hospital gown the moment his lips close over my nipple.

Oh God.

I actually forgot he could do something like this, and aaaaaaaaah.

He's started suckling on my nipple, and it feels so unbelievably good.

Yes, oh God, yes.

I have no idea what this test is meant to find out, but I really don't care if he isn't able to come up with a proper alibi for it.

All I want is for him to keep sucking and sucking and sucking—-

Nooooo!

Why has the suckling suddenly stopped?

"D-Doctor?"

"I'm afraid there's bad news."

Bad news?

"Your vulva has suddenly started leaking."

Oh my God .

His hands are suddenly covering mine, and he guides my hands down until my hospital gown is bunched around my waist, and my dazed gaze ends up clashing with his.

Oh.

I'm briefly disappointed to see that he's remembered to put his mask back, but I forget all about this when I hear his next words.

"I'll need you to lie back...so I can see what's wrong."

My heart threatens to jump out of my chest at what he's asking of me.

"I tend to be rather thorough when examining a patient's vulva, and there's a strong possibility that you might experience some soreness between your legs afterwards."

I know he's basically telling me that this is my last chance to back out, but...

Why would I do that when I love everything he's doing to me?

"Would you like to have us continue on another day?"

I look into his eyes and slowly shake my head.

"You're sure?"

"Yes, Doctor."

A moment passes, and then I just all of a sudden know that his lips are curving into the sexiest smile behind his mask.

"Good girl."

It's my first time to hear him purr in person, and desire licks me all over at the sound.

"Now..."

His tone is so, so much thicker now, and I can't get enough of it.

"I'll need you to lie back down..."

The butterflies inside my stomach make their presence felt as I do as he asks.

Dr. Somebody briefly walks away before returning with a wheeled pair of gynecology stirrups.

Clicking and snapping sounds follow as he attaches them to the consultation bed before locking its wheels into place.

"Legs up..."

I feel a little dizzy as he props my legs up on the cushioned stirrups. They feel comfortable under my skin, but what's not comfortable at all is how my new position has my legs wide open before him.

"I'll need to cut these open..."

What?

My eyes widen when I find him suddenly holding up a pair of scissors to my gaze.

Wait. Wait. Wait.

I don't know whether to feel silly or appropriately terrified as the shiny blades of his scissors disappear in the next moment.

"It's alright," Dr. Somebody murmurs.

My heart starts to hammer as his big, strong hand presses down against my belly.

"You have nothing to be afraid of."

Something cold and smooth touches my skin.

Scissors.

And then I stop breathing as he starts cutting my panties.

Snip. Snip. Snip.

"There."

I only start breathing again when he steps back, and I find myself still in one piece.

"Did I scare you?" he asks lazily.

"Yes," I whisper.

"You don't seem to be lying..."

"I'm not—-"

"But it seems as if fear isn't the only thing I've made you feel."

His fingers are suddenly stroking my folds, and a moan slips past my lips.

"You're leaking again, Temptation."

"I...I..."

"Does this mean you're experiencing the same discomfort again?"

"Yes," I whimper out.

"I'm sorry to hear that."

I don't think even someone as innocent as Temptation is going to buy that, not with that wicked glitter in his eyes.

"I think there's something I can do to ease your discomfort," Dr. Somebody suggests, "but I'll need to probe further. May I?"

"Y-Yes."

The word is barely out of my mouth when I feel him slowly pushing one finger inside of my pussy, and... ooooooooooh .

So this was what he meant by 'probing', and all I can do is writhe when moisture starts coating my thickening folds.

"I'll need to probe deeper..."

Another whimper escapes me as his finger thrusts deeper into my cunt

" Mm ."

Will I sound like a masochist...if I say I just love how he's still able to sound convincingly contemplative even when he's fucking my pussy with his finger?

"I think I feel something..."

His finger traces the wall of my pussy, and I nearly buckle off the bed.

"This requires further probing..."

And there goes a second finger inside of my pussy, and I start seeing stars.

"How are you feeling right now?"

" Stuffed, " I gasp out, since it's true.

"And what about now..."

A gasp spills past my lips as his fingers plunge knuckle-deep into my pussy.

"Oh God."

"Should I repeat this kind of...probe?"

"Oh God—- yeeeeees!"

The stars I've been seeing turn into an entire galaxy as Dr. Somebody finger-fucks me into an orgasm that ripples endlessly through my body. Pleasure starts gushing out of me, but his fingers continue thrusting in and out of me, and all I can do is cry out again and again until I lose track of time.

I'm not sure if I actually ended up dozing off after that.

All I know is that I'm wearing my bra again when Dr. Somebody wakes me up.

"I'm sorry, Temptation."

My heart leaps to my throat. Why is he apologizing all of a sudden? Did I disappoint him? Turn him off? Did I—-

"There's an emergency at my workplace—-"

I flinch as soon as I hear his words. Has he forgotten that I'm not actually stupid? Why is he using such a lame excuse to leave me all of a sudden?

"If you want to end this, then just say—-"

Dr. Somebody suddenly cups my face. "Look at me."

The biting note of command in his voice is impossible for me to disobey, and my gaze reluctantly lifts to his.

"I'm a doctor in real life, and I'll give SFI the green light to confirm this for you."

He says a bunch of other stuff after that, but I can't remember any of it since my brain is still frozen in confusion.

Did he just say he's what?