To her surprise a full-length mirror, similar to the one in the upstairs changing room, hung on a nearby post. Fully facing it, she gazed at her reflection, gasping at the lusty green-eyed stranger staring back at her. Her hair appeared as a wild, sexy mess.
She couldn’t resist but to push her fingers through her strands to make herself more presentable. Her cheeks looked the rosiest she’d ever seen them and her mouth appeared swollen and red from Evan’s kiss. She wished she
had
opened her mouth and let him in. Next time, she promised herself. Next time she would let him in and experience what pleasures he had to offer.
Her breasts boldly pressed against the tight latex and she swore her areolas looked bigger than lollipops as they burst against the fabric. She could still feel the imprint of Evan’s hands on her breasts too. Such hot, big hands.
She kicked off her shoes, grateful to be out of the heels. She was used to wearing running shoes, not sexy ankle killers. Continuing to stare at the mirror—truth be told, she couldn’t stop looking at her transformation—she reached up and pulled on the zipper. The raspy sound of it lowering split through the quiet air and she could imagine Brody and Evan on the other side of the screen, listening.
Roxie swallowed as another shot of nervousness shot through her. She forced herself to remain calm as she unzipped the suit the entire length right down to her mons. Peeling the smooth material aside, she allowed her breasts to spill free.
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her hand under her breast, much the same way Evan did, she lifted it, testing the heaviness.
Blowing out a tense breath, she let go of her breast and proceeded to peel the suit over her shoulders and then lowered it over her hips and down her legs, stepping out of it as it puddled on the floor. Picking it up, she noticed the crotch area was damp from her arousal. Very damp.
Quickly she folded it and placed it neatly on an open shelf, placing her shoes beneath it and out of the way.
Once again she inspected herself in the mirror, her gaze moving to her lower half this time. Would both men be pleased with her nude pussy? She kept herself immaculately nude down there, knowing that without hair she could feel sensations more than when she wasn’t bare. She dare not touch her pussy, for she could feel it swollen and pouty, the wetness pooling between her thighs.
Her hand fell upon the delicate paper sheet she would need to cover herself. As she got up on the table, the paper beneath her ass rustled and as she covered herself with the sheet, it crinkled too, giving away she was readying herself. The thing was practically see through and as she looked down she saw the outline of her nipples poking proudly against the soft paper. In this new position she could also feel the sharp push of the plug moving deeper into her anus, a gentle reminder of what would happen tonight.
She could hardly wait to experience two men impaling her. Despite her enthusiasm, Roxie tensed when she spied twin shadows against the privacy screen.
They were coming for her. Oh God.
Her heart pounded faster as the screen rolled away. Evan stood there, staring down at her, while Brody rolled the screen to the far side of the room. Fire and desire danced in Evan’s eyes and splashed over her skin, spreading down her body to between her thighs.
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“Looks like our patient is flushed, Doctor,” Evan replied in a sultry voice that had all her nerve endings tensing and taking notice. “We need to take her temperature. I suspect a fever.”
“Only one way to diffuse a fever, Dr. Evan,” Brody replied.
The squeak of wheels followed. Because Evan stood so big and tall beside the bed, he blocked her view. She suspected he was bringing that rollaway cart she’d seen earlier.
“Open your mouth, sweetness,” Evan instructed, then turned his back for a moment toward the cart behind him. When he turned around, he held what at first she believed to be a red and white candy cane but then realized it was actually a digital thermometer. She watched as he wiped it with a cotton ball. It smelled of peppermint.
When he aimed it at her mouth, she opened and lifted her tongue allowing the end of the thermometer to settle there.
His calloused thumb lingered along her bottom lip, stroking her softly. The urge to dart out her tongue and lick him hit hard. Before she could do it, he dropped his hand away. He turned and both men hunkered over that cart again.
“We’ll start with a breast exam. Do you concur, Dr. Evan?” Brody’s voice sounded thick and sultry.
“I concur, Dr. Brody. A breast exam sounds quite appropriate under the circumstances.”
The digital thermometer in her mouth beeped and both men returned their attention to her.
Her heart thumped a mile a minute as Brody removed it.
“Most definitely a fever. Miss Roxie, you seem to be all hot and bothered. You’ll need a complete physical examination before we can administer the cure.”
“And what is the cure, doctors?” she breathed.
Both men looked at each other, then back at her.
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She swallowed at their heated looks.
“The only way to douse a fever is to meet fever with fire. Lots of sultry fire administered by two doctors,” Evan whispered.
Oh dear me. Oh dear my.
Another flush of heat burst through her as Brody came to the other side of the table where she lay.
“Dr. Evan, please do the honors,” Brody instructed.
Roxie realized she was trembling again. Very nicely trembling and as Evan drew the paper sheet down, warm air brushed her breasts.
“Beautiful,” Brody whispered. His voice throbbed with lust. She breathed in roughly as Evan stared down at her nakedness.
“I’ve been dying to see you splayed out like this from the moment I heard you were going to be a patient,” Evan said. The deep and dark timbre lacing his voice had her feet pressing involuntarily against the stirrups.
He reached out and cupped the breast closest to him, his hand hot like a volcano, his fingers gripping her nipple with tender pressure and her eyes widened as he leaned forward and drew her nipple into his mouth.
He sucked her, taking deep hard draws. The intensity of the sharp pressure made her gasp as nerve endings snapped to life. He looked gorgeous sucking at her breast and she couldn’t help but reach out and caress the roughness of his beard-shadowed cheek. His skin felt like fire beneath her fingertips and he groaned at her touch, the erotic sound playing like lightning over her nerve endings.
“Looks like you have a breast man on your hands, Ms. Roxie,” Brody commented.
She ripped her gaze from Evan and found Brody’s brown eyes twinkling with amusement as he watched her. Warmth blushed through her like a brushfire.
“Your eyes indicate you need some cooling off. I’ll just have to help Dr. Evan with his examination.”
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Brody cupped her other breast, his calloused hand feeling quite nice against her flesh and he tweaked her nipple with his thumb and forefinger bringing her to this side of pain before licking her taut flesh with his tongue. The featherlight touch had her arching her upper back for more. Thankfully, he enveloped her nipple, taking her between his warm lips. Her sensitive nipples throbbed in their mouths and she could feel the pleasure tension bursting in her breasts as it spread into her lower abdomen.
Two tongues caressed and she whimpered at the erotic sensations. Twin peaks of electricity lashed and bit, making her squirm against the sinful sensations, and once again she pushed her feet against the stirrups, wishing for one of them to drop a head between her thighs.
Trying to distract herself from that intoxicating thought, she reached out and caressed Brody’s face as well, remembering Gina telling her that her ex-husband would be a tender yet dominant lover. The few times her roommate had spoken about Brody, Roxie had picked up the love in her voice for him. She didn’t understand why Gina had divorced him and didn’t understand why she wouldn’t be jealous knowing her ex would be having sex with her roommate. If anything, Gina seemed turned on by that idea.
Roxie doubted if she could be so giving with Evan.
She moaned out loud at that thought. Oh God, she needed to stop thinking of Evan as hers. He didn’t belong to her. They barely knew each other. Tonight was just sex and lust. Right? Right.
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Her body grew tighter and her nipples more sensitive. She’d never had two men sucking her breasts before. Intoxicating would be the word for it.
She watched in awed wonder as both men, one dirty blond, the other dark brown haired, their eyes closed, their full lips moving erotically as they licked and sucked and tenderly bit her nipples. She caught glimpses of how engorged and red her flesh had become beneath their succulent mouths. Could feel a whirlwind of erotic heat splashing around her, enveloping her, embracing her. Her thoughts disintegrated, her body took over, enjoying and bucking and wanting more.
“I’ve fantasized about you being my patient,” Evan said around her nipple. His dark brown eyes were almost black now and heavy lidded from lust. His lips caressed her nipple and she yelped as he nibbled a bit too roughly, but she creamed despite the hurt.
As if Evan had made her cry out on purpose to give Brody a sign, both men let go of her and returned to the rollaway cart. Looking down at herself, she creamed again at the sight of her heaving swollen breasts. Her nipples were so red and so peaked. She didn’t even recognize they belonged to her.
“Before we go any further with the exam, Dr. Evan, we need to restrain our patient,” Brody said. Sexual hunger flared in Evan’s eyes as he nodded.
Roxie blew out a tense breath. On the list of things to expect that Gina had given her, there would be a good possibility the men would wish to restrain her. The idea had turned Roxie on at the time, in reality though, she wasn’t so sure as a sudden shot of nerves jumbled through her.
Trust them, Roxie. Trust them
, an inner voice whispered.
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She almost laughed at that thought. Her? Trust? She’d always had a problem with trust but now she would submit. Yes, she could trust them to bind her.
“Safe word,” she whispered, letting them know she just might have an issue being bound by a couple of men she barely knew.
“What would you like it to be, sweetness?” Concern swept through Evan’s face but she smiled reassuringly.
She was okay. She would be fine. It would be fun and erotic.
“Fire,” she whispered.
“Fire it is,” Brody growled and smiled down at her as he came around to the other side of her bed once again. He held a couple of plastic cones in his hands and she recognized them as breast pumps. She’d never experienced using them before so this should be interesting.
She watched as Evan tenderly tied her wrist with the heavy-duty leather restraint she’d seen dangling off the side of the bed earlier. On the other side of the bed, Brody did the same. When they finished, she tested them for strength. They barely moved an inch.
Shit.
“She’s ready for her breast pumps, doctor.” Evan winked down at her.
Oh God.
“These will keep you aroused while we do your pelvic examination,” Evan reassured. He produced a tube of lube and squirted a liberal amount onto one palm. He took his time as he smoothed generous amounts of lube at the outer edges of her breasts, then Evan stood back.
“You may do the honors, doctor,” Evan instructed.
Brody moved forward, his gaze intent and serious as he placed first one and then the other plastic cup over her breasts. The edges of the plastic fit perfectly over the lubed areas and he pressed down gently then moved the cups until suction occurred.
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She noticed clear plastic tubes protruding from the top of each cup. He handed the tubes to Evan who rearranged them then brought them along the side of the bed to the cart where he plugged the ends into a machine.
“You’re going to feel some pressure and then a sucking sensation,” Evan said as he fiddled with a dial on the machine.
God, she felt as if she’d been dumped into some sort of science fiction movie, Roxie thought as she gazed at her pump-covered breasts. Damn if this sight wasn’t turning her on even more!
Evan could barely restrain himself. Heat flared through his body and his breathing was ragged and raspy. The blood pounded through his veins, heading to parts south, engorging his cock and balls until the pressure was literally making him grit his teeth to keep from groaning. Roxie looked riveting splayed out on the gyno table with her legs spread, her bare feet in stirrups, and her arms helplessly at her sides bound with leather restraints.
Her skin was so damn soft, his fingers ached to caress every inch of her. And her breasts, man, he’d never seen such beautifully shaped breasts. Never touched such perfect red nipples. He could still feel their hardness in his mouth. Could still taste the sweet flesh as he’d licked and sucked and sipped the taut point.
He was, he realized, aware of every move she made. The way the paper sheet shifted over her lower half every time she so much as moved. Every lick of her lip.
Every lowering of her eyelashes and every scent of hers from the delicate smell of soap she used on her skin to the soft peach scent of her shampoo.
Most of all he noticed how erotically she’d tensed when he began drawing on her nipple. Tensed even more when Brody joined him. He’d felt her body heat coming off her in waves. Had enjoyed it when she’d arched her back wanting more from them.
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