Chapter 99 Wanna Fuck My Therapist
JAXON’S POV
Her lips were moving but I wasn't listening.
Partly because my shoulder still hurt like shit after being slammed into by another player on the rink last week. Also because I was wondering what it would feel like to slide my dick between those rosy red lips of hers.
It started out as an innocent fascination by my therapistㅡ Doctor Trina. Then, it progressed into an obsession that continued to eat at me. Day by day, it got harder, staying in the same office as her during our therapy sessions.
She kept rambling on stuff that would make me feel better about not being able to partake in the finals of the hockey season. But I would just lay there, my dick hard in my shorts as I thought about bending her over the table and spanking her pretty ass while I fucked her.
“Jaxon?” She raised a brow, tapping her pen against the notepad. “You okay? Does that still hurt?”
Wire glasses framed her small round face, those damn red lips pulled down in concentration as she walked over to where I lay, leaning over me to gently touch my shoulder where it still hurt.
My breath hitched at the action. “No, I'm just mildly uncomfortable.”
Mildly uncomfortable didn't begin to cover it. My dick was about to puncture a fucking hole in my shorts.
She leaned back and I wanted to curse at that. “What's wrong? Need water? We still have an hour before this session is over, what's wrong? Can't continue if you're not comfortable.”
Water? No. What I needed was her fucking lips wrapped around my cock. She wanted to help, I needed to see her naked, knees to her chest as she touched her pretty pussy for me.
Fuck, it felt like so long since I wantedㅡ neededㅡ to fuck someone this badly.
I shifted on the bed, my gaze fixed intensely on hers. “It's nothingㅡ”
Her brows furrowed. “Where do I need to adjust?” Her hands reached for the pillow my head was resting on and she slightly moved it. “There?”
I slowly shook my head, clearing my throat. “My lower half.” I blurted out.
I was pushing it too far. Her eyes widened but surprisingly, she reached for the pillow under my hips, her gaze straying to the now evident tent in my pants and she quickly looked away, moving the pillow slightly. “Better?”
Oh, only if she knew how much the look of nervousness on her face only served to turn me on even more.
Her cheeks were dusted pink but at least she was still here and hadn't called the guards on me yet. A win was a win.
“No, Dr Trina. I'm still very uncomfortable. It's your job to make me comfortable, is it not?” I asked, my voice suddenly a bit too hoarse.
Her gaze snapped up to mine and I felt it. The sudden change in the air around us. Heavy and lingering. Her gaze darkened, all forms of play gone from her blue eyes. “This isn't about the pillows, is it?”