Healing Touch: Play Doctor, Book 2 (30 page)

Before he could instruct her, Becca lifted her head as far as possible and took his balls in her mouth. She suckled them for a few seconds until Kurt lifted up and readjusted. “Too much more of that and I’ll come all over you like a fountain.”

The monitors went wild.

“You want me to?” He caressed his wife’s softly rounded stomach as he stared at his inventions working her.

She mewled, completely at his mercy and loving it.

“Who am I to argue?” Clearly, this was one of his favorite activities. No way could he hide the mask of desire sweeping over his face. With two fingers, he pressed his cock down until it rested in the valley between Becca’s breasts. His other hand plumped one side of her chest, smooshing it around his cock.

Luke assisted by reaching over to do the same for the other mound, snugging Kurt’s erection between dunes of softness. He hesitated long enough to ask Brielle, “Does it bother you that I’m touching her while I’m fucking you?”

“No.” The glide of his cock inside her, now fully inserted, showed her just how much he needed her. “Just don’t stop. God. Please.”

“I can multitask.” He grunted.

Kurt roared when Becca inclined her head enough to lick whatever parts of him she could reach as he rode her chest, picking up steam. Brielle’s vantage made it clear the haphazard delight of his balls, perineum and maybe even his ass drove the doctor wild.

The raw lust on Kurt’s face as he staked his claim had Brielle getting drunk on the passion they all shared. When his cock emerged from the far side of Becca’s breasts and nudged Luke’s forearm, which still secured Becca for his friend, a shock wave rippled through Brielle.

“You like that, huh?” Luke did too if the increase in the pace and force of his thrusts were any indication.

“Yes. Yes.” She panted her response, uncaring about her total loss of decorum.

As if their ecstasy fed off one another’s enjoyment, Kurt was pushed higher by Brielle’s reaction. He threw back his head and growled, “Here it comes, baby. All for you.”

He spasmed on top of Becca, his lab coat rustling as he shook. Then pearly white streams poured from him with enough force to blast the first one halfway to his wife’s pussy. The strand draped over Luke’s forearm. The next shot blasted Brielle’s lover full-on. She sighed when the next two or three fell short, dribbling over Becca’s breasts and the space in between.

By the time droplets accompanied each flex of Kurt’s muscles, he’d moved on to smearing them over Becca’s nipples.

“Oh damn.” Luke slammed into her now. Combined with the scenery and the Licker, Brielle figured she didn’t stand a chance.

But Luke sealed the deal by retracting his arm. He laid it on the side of the table right next to them and licked a swath through his friend’s come, which ran in rivulets through his golden hair.

Both Becca and Brielle shattered in unison. The sight too much to bear.

Their shouts mingled and complemented one another, joined by the harmony of Luke’s grunts and cursing as he flooded Brielle’s pussy. Bare, he scorched her with the heat of his seed, which splattered her still-rippling tissue.

She could feel him overflowing her, and was sad for the fluid squeezing out around his thick shaft when she craved all of him inside her. Rapture stole every trace of rationality. The only thing she could do was experience.

Kurt slithered to the linoleum, bracing himself on his knees as he caught his breath. He puffed as though he’d run an entire marathon in the past three or four minutes. The sawing motion of his hand made it clear he pumped his cock. She was surprised to see the tip of it above the examination table from his post on the other side. Still hard.

“Brielle. So good.” Luke covered her back with kisses, stopping only to bite lightly on her shoulder. He held her as his cock began to shrink inside her, spilling more of his release onto her labia and thighs.

“That’s only eight. Ladies, you’d better get back to work.” Kurt didn’t waste any time or allow his wife to cool off.

Luke wrapped Brielle’s wrists in one of his hands, reminding her that she hadn’t once felt the need to flinch or retract them.

“Can you stand, Cookie?” he whispered. “I’ll help you. I’d love to see this. Hell, it might get you fucked again if luck is with us.”

Anything that involved Luke’s cock in her pussy was good with her.

She wobbled as she stood, but managed to get to her feet—this time facing the table. Kurt was busy disengaging the probe, though he left the Licker in place. “We don’t need any more proof of her reactions, do we, Brielle?”

“No, Doctor.” She couldn’t say what possessed her to mimic Becca’s polite address. If the dilating of his pupils was any indication, it’d been the right choice. “The results are obvious.”

Becca was wasted. Thoroughly replete, yet about to be pushed higher.

Kurt hummed. “It’s going to have to be something good to get her there again.”

He prowled to his supply station, taking two latex gloves from the box on the counter. He drew them on with an exaggerated motion. Becca undulated on the table, proving how much she loved his show.

Wondering what debauched creation he’d showcase next, Brielle was surprised when he bypassed cabinets, drawers and even the tools on his rolling cart.

“Sometimes simple is best.” Kurt dug in his pocket once more for the tube of lubrication.

“Are you going to attempt what I think you are?” Luke paused his kneading of Brielle’s breasts and ass and whatever else he could reach, as though he hadn’t been able to put his hands on her enough. Thank God, because she needed more too.

Brielle whimpered, and he recommenced the caresses, keeping her from dipping into a sated catatonia. She nearly begged him to stop, to let her rest, but it was too marvelous to end prematurely.

“Do you think I’m about to show you just how far Becca has come in her training to accept all of my hand inside her?” Kurt’s quicksilver eyes flashed his dirty intentions. They glowed as brightly as the supernova featured in the poster hanging outside Brielle’s cubicle in the Science Department below them.

She’d never be able to sit at her desk again without remembering this day.

The time her eyes and soul were opened to so many possibilities.

The truth of the matter was that Kurt and Becca didn’t need anything other than each other to be deliriously happy. All the trappings and extras were simply bonuses. Sprinkles on a decadent sundae. Something they enjoyed together. A statement of their trust, loyalty and dependability, as well as the total devotion they already exhibited for each other.

Kurt satisfied himself by delighting his wife. She reveled in the attention and the joy it brought him to dominate her completely. Could Brielle give that to Luke?

She glanced over her shoulder. Her boyfriend—she loved thinking of him like that—was mesmerized. Not by Kurt’s advance between Becca’s spread and trapped legs.

Brielle caught him staring at her own expression.

“I want to show you everything,” he explained.

“I can’t wait.” She touched his cheek. “I just wish there was something I could give you.”

“You already have.” Luke hugged her to his chest. She was surprised to feel his erection trying to make a comeback. “You impress me more every minute. So much progress. Such a short amount of time.”

“He’s right about that.” Kurt shifted his focus to her for a moment. “It’s somewhat incredible actually. I wouldn’t have thought it possible when I read Becca’s case notes earlier this week. It won’t be easy, Brielle. There will be lots of struggles to come. Up days, down days. But I’m sure you’re going to triumph.”

“We’re here to help.” Becca struggled to speak. “However we must.”

They all laughed at her fake sacrifice.

Until Kurt transformed her chuckle into a groan by inserting his slick middle finger into her pussy while the pinky of his other hand invaded her ass.

“Um,” Brielle blushed.

“Yes?” Luke kissed the nape of her neck.

“I thought that was a one-way street.” She grimaced at her naiveté.

Kurt nearly bust a gut, triggering more needy sounds from Becca as his hands jiggled within her. “You’re so freaking adorable. I swear on my pair of Jung’s spectacles that’s something Luke would have said when we were little.”

Coming to her rescue, Becca must have been able to tell the rosy cheeks Brielle sported had more to do with embarrassment than excitement. “They were really early bloomers. I had no clue either. Then Kurt corrupted me.”

“And you loved every second of it.” Her husband added a second finger to her ass and two more to her pussy.

“Still do. Will forever.” She let her head drop back onto the table as she accommodated his foray into her body.

“Would you like to find out what it feels like too?” Luke grazed his fingertips over Brielle’s ass and the cleft of her buttocks. “Just a little. It’s not something you want to rush.”

“Does that mean it hurts?” A trickle of unease spoiled her curiosity.

“Not if you do it right.” He flicked the tip of one finger across her rear entrance. “I won’t fuck you there. Today. Not with my cock. But you can take a finger or two. Hell, Becca’s about to swallow an entire fist, I think you can handle my pinky.”

“What?” Brielle lifted her face in time to see Kurt put all four fingers of his right hand inside Becca’s pussy. It didn’t seem like she should be quite so…stretchy.

“We’ve been practicing,” Kurt reassured her. “This has been one of Becca’s fantasies for a while. She’s never gone all the way. Lately, she’s come close before she calls mercy.”

“Not today.” Becca’s mouth set in firm resolve.

“That’s what you said last weekend,” Kurt goaded her.

“Don’t like failing you.” She sighed.

“Baby, you’re doing great.” He changed direction in an instant. “I frankly never expected you to take all of me. You’re so little.”

“More.” She strained at her bonds, attempting to bear down on his hand.

Luke reached into Kurt’s pocket and swiped the lube. He squeezed a blob into his palm and washed his hands together until the synthetic goop absorbed some of his heat. Then he smeared a substantial portion on Brielle’s ass and used the remainder to slick his index finger.

“Take a deep breath, Cookie,” he instructed. “When I tell you, let it out and push against me. Nothing too hard. Nothing too fast.”

“You’re sure this will work?” She shifted uneasily.

“Positive,” Luke said at the same time Kurt and Becca confirmed the plan.

Brielle nodded. “Okay. Do it.”

Pressure built against her bottom. She flinched.

“Come back here.” The strict tone from Luke surprised her. “You’re not going to run away from what you want. No more.”

The slap of his other hand on her tensed cheek reverberated through the laboratory.

“Careful, Luke,” Becca warned. “Not too much yet.”

“No!” Brielle shouted.

Everyone tensed.

“That was a ‘no, don’t stop’. Not a ‘no, don’t spank me’.” She cleared her throat. “Please.”

Luke’s laugh never got old. The warm sound rained over her like a refreshing shower. Complete with lots of steam and something even more fun than misusing her detachable showerhead.

He imparted another light tap, then a third. When she concentrated on the combination of sting and sugar, sweetness began to outweigh the sparks.

Brielle moaned, encouraging Luke to rub the areas he’d agitated.

Just as she recovered, his finger returned to her ass. “Remember, breathe out and try not to tense up. That will only make it hurt worse.”

She followed his directions, her muscles clenching when the tip of his digit wormed inside, animating areas of her she never expected to enjoy. Inspired, Kurt added his thumb to Becca’s pussy. He folded his hand so his fingers formed a shape like a shadow puppet, or maybe a duck’s bill.

“Breathe with me.” Although the doctor spoke to his wife, Brielle synched her respiration with Becca’s and Luke utilized the pattern to his advantage as he plundered her virgin hole.

For each exhalation, Kurt worked his hand a bit farther into Becca’s pussy. He continued to stretch her with every screw of his fist, which turned as it advanced, working inside the petite woman. She clawed the table now.

“Almost there.” Kurt spoke low and urgently to her. “You’ve got this, Becca. I need to feel you around my wrist. I want to be embedded in you. Permanently.”

“Push.” She gritted her teeth.

“Yes, ma’am.” He granted her wish.

There was a moment when Brielle thought they would be disappointed. Kurt’s hand lodged at the mouth of Becca’s taut pussy. He stared into his wife’s eyes, and Brielle saw him about to quit.

Then his knuckles compressed or Becca’s body relented or both. His fist sank into her steadily yet with some degree of resistance, as if it were plunging into a bucket of mud.

Luke groaned almost as loudly as Becca. “I can’t stand this.”

Brielle wondered what he meant until his cock returned, nudging her dripping slit, wet with the remnants of his orgasm as well as her own. He must have excelled at Twister because he somehow managed to keep his finger, now joined by another, in her ass even as he delved deeper with his cock.