Seducing the Straight Husband 3 Read online

  ONE

  “Come on, where the hell is he already?” I paced back and forth across my office. I ran my fingers through my hair and sipped on a little more whiskey. I sent my last patient home an hour ago, and my hot-as-hell fuck buddy was supposed to have been a half hour ago.

  “This is stupid,” I muttered. “We need to just start meeting at a motel room.”

  No, that’d be a waste of money, I thought. Maybe my house? No, that would be even worse.

  Over the week I had convinced myself that Travis Clark was still nothing more than a piece of meat, my piece of meat. My hot-as-hell fucking bastard who loved fucking me! And that’s all he was. If I invited him over to my house, that would be a form of letting him in. I’m a therapist, I know these things. Allowing that beautiful fucker into my personal space is the last thing I need. Inviting him into my body is the first.

  I checked my watch again. “What the hell is taking him so long?”

  Stupid, I thought. This whole thing is stupid. How did he still have me standing on edge like this when we’d already hooked up a handful of times?

  It’s because you have feelings for him, I thought to myself.

  “No,” I whisper. “No, I don’t.”

  My office door opened. Then I heard his deep, beautiful and seductive voice, slow and yet forceful.

  “Talking to yourself, Doc?”

  My breath became a little shorter. My hands started to sweat and tremble. The office seemed a little dimmer as the blood left my brain and I become light-headed just knowing that finally, finally my man had arrived.

  I turned around and face him.

  He stepped through he doorway and closed the door behind him. “And here I thought you were supposed to be helping crazy people.”

  Fuck, I thought. My eyes wouldn’t leave him. I couldn’t tear them away if I tried.

  Travis Clark, that muscled out, beautiful straight bastard, he’d actually dressed up this time! Nice slacks, black and fitting over his hips and round butt. A dark blue, button up shirt, even buttoned at the sleeves. And his hair was slicked back, and his face clean shaven. It made his entrancing eyes stick out that much more. And the smell of him! Holy fuck the smell of him! It was his scent, musk mixed with cologne he’d put on.

  I took in a deep breath of him. I couldn’t stop myself. My body reacted before my mind could. My mind had completely shut down. Its mechanisms had gone primal, primal for this hunk near my office door. I set down the glass of what little whiskey there was.

  “You look like you’ve been waiting for me,” he said.

  I walked forward to him. Fast and out of control. “I’ve been waiting too fucking long.”

  I grabbed him by his shirt collar and pulled him to me. His body was against mine, so close I was drowning in that drug of a scent. His body was warm, and his erection pressed against me, poking through his slacks like an angry member ready to play. I held him close to me, his lips so close they were almost touching mine. I almost pulled him all the way to kiss me, but I held back. I held back because I’d never been like this before, wanting someone so passionately that my body literally ached just to have them so close.

  Travis breathed heavier. “What the fuck are you doing, Doc?” he whispered. “Don’t stop now.”

  There was a fire in his eyes, a gleam that reflected back to the heat in mine. Our gazes would rip into one another if they could. His lips curled into a slight grin. He put his hands on my waist and pulled my lower half against him. His cock was rock hard now inside his slacks. “I said don’t stop.”

  And that was all he needed to say.

  My head clouded and I lost full control of myself.

  I grabbed his head by the back of his neck and pulled him to me. I tilted my head, parted my lips and pressed them against his.

  His hands squeezed my body. My waist and my sides. My thighs, and he rubbed my chest.

  Our lips pressed hard against one another, and then they danced. Grinding against one another. Tasting one another. He tasted like wine. I tasted like whiskey. He opened his mouth enough to let me slip my tongue inside. I let my tongue glide over his, massaging his. His tongue whipped back against mine in the same kind of dance our lips were making.

  The office felt warmer. It seemed dimmer. The few seconds my eyes opened, only halfway, it seemed like we were in a fog, a blurry haze caused by our explosive wanting for one another.

  “Fuck,” Travis moaned. He stopped kissing my mouth, and he started kissing and sucking on my neck. “Oh fuck, Doc. I’ve been thinking…” he kissed me, “about this…” he nibbled on my ear, “all fucking day.”

  His hands found their way to my butt and squeezed. He grabbed two handfuls and played with my butt, shaking and massaging it.

  The pleasure radiated to the rest of my body, making me want to buckle to my knees before him.

  He took off my suit jacket and tossed it to the floor.

  I started undoing the buttons of his shirt.

  He undid the buttons of my shirt even faster while whipping my tongue with his.

  He turned me around and pulled my shirt open. He slid it off of my arms and tossed it where he’d thrown my jacket.

  He pulled me back against him. I could feel his erection against my butt, hard and firm and eager for me. I felt his mouth on the back of my neck – his hands running up my torso underneath my undershirt. He grabbed the bottom of my undershirt and lifted it over my head and tossed it onto the floor with the other clothes.

  He bit on my ear gently. “Did you wear what I wanted you, too?”

  You fucking beautiful bastard, I thought.

  My eyes closed. I reached my hand behind me and felt the back of his head, running my fingers through his hair. “Yes.”

  He reached around me and undid my belt. “You better have worn what I told you to. If not, I think I’ll have to punish you.”

  “Fuck,” I whimpered.

  Maybe I shouldn’t have worn what he wanted me to, just to get him to spank me.

  He unbuttoned my pants. He undid the zipper.

  He slid his warm hands down my hips, inside my pants. He felt the lace of the underwear he’d asked me to wear this time.

  “Fuck,” he growled into my ear. “Doc, you’re so fucking hot.” He bit my ear lobe as he toyed with the lace of my underwear. “Let’s get everything off of you.”

  He knelt down behind me. He untied my shoe laces. He grabbed onto my ankles as I stepped out of them, leaning on the wall for balance. He slid off my socks. He tossed all of them aside, leaving me in nothing but pants and his surprise underneath them.

  He stayed on his knees behind me. He put his hands on my waist, sliding his fingers under the waistline of my slacks.

  I reached behind myself and felt the back of his head as he started to kiss the skin of my hip. I felt his hands and his shoulders. He moved slow, putting his lips on me gently and yet firm.

  He pulled down my pants.

  My body trembled with a small fear that he might not like what he’d see underneath my clothes. I had never done anything like this, worn anything like this for another man. But he had requested it of me the day before, saying it was a fantasy he’d always wanted to fulfill, and I wanted to be the person he fulfilled it with.

  “Fuck yeah,” he said as he pulled my pants to my ankles. He guided my feet to step out of them. He tossed my pants to the side. It was as if he’d unwrapped a present, and the present was me, wearing a pair of pink, lace underwear the barely contained my rigid hard cock.

  “Do you like it?” I asked, turning my face to see his.

  He wore a smile and a horny gleam in his eyes. He rubbed up my thighs. He grabbed a handful of my but
t and squeezed. “Fuck yeah, Doc. You look amazing in this.”

  He kissed the small of my back. He massaged my thighs and the flesh just under my butt.

  My body trembled as a wave of pleasure went through me. He was teasing me, making me want his hands and cock and lips so bad it hurt.

  He stood up behind me. He bit my ear again. He wrapped his arms around me, strong and masculine. He felt my stomach and chest. He went lower, gently caressing my cock through the lace with his fingertips.

  “Fuck,” I whimpered.

  “Go to the couch,” he ordered.

  He pushed me forward.

  I stumbled a little, and he immediately reached forward and grabbed me to steady me.

  “Whoa, you okay?” he asked.

  I turned to face him. I couldn’t stop smiling at him. “I’m great.”

  I held onto his hand, walking backwards as we made our way to my couch that we had had sex on twice before now.

  “How do you want me?” I asked.

  “Lie down,” he told me.

  I laid down across the couch as I was told.

  Travis undid the rest of the buttons from his shirt. He stepped out of his shoes. He tossed them aside. He slid off his undershirt. He undid his belt and zipper.

  I bit my lip, watching him undress like it was slow tease. I ran my fingers over the tingling skin of my body. I had goosebumps.

  He took his pants off.

  I could see the bulge in his boxer-briefs.

  He slid his fingers under the waistline of his underwear and pulled it down. His thick prick sprang forth like a happy dagger, long and hard and bouncing and throbbing for me. He kicked his boxer-briefs aside and stepped forward.

  “You’re too hot for your own good,” I told him.

  He smiled, showing me those dimples. He put a finger to my lips. “Shh, stop talking, Doc.”

  He lowered his face onto my chest. He started kissing and doing circles on my skin. When he spoke I could feel his hot breath on me. It felt so good my eyes closed and I started squirming against the hot leather of the couch.

  “I’m going to make you wish you could come ten times in a row,” he told me.

  I put my fingers on the back of his head. “What are you going to do to me, Travis?”

  He licked around my hardened nipples. He sucked them into his mouth and nibbled on them. “I’m going…” he kissed my stomach, “to make you feel…” he kissed my lower stomach, “hotter and better…” he kissed just above the waistline of the lace underwear I wore, “than you’ve ever felt, Doc.”

  My hands raised above me. I grabbed onto the arm of the couch and squeezed. My body was raging. I was dripping precome. I was drooling for him. I was trembling for him. I was so ready for him to take complete control of me.

  I felt his tongue on the outside of my underwear, running along the shaft of my prick. “Fuck,” I whimpered, starting to squirm. He gathered some of the lace into his mouth and tugged on it. He let it go, letting it pop back against my body. He took it back in between his teeth and pulled it further. I could hear the lace tear a little. He let it go again and it popped back against me. “Oh fuck, Travis!”

  He licked along the lace, along my cock, then my taint, then teasing me by putting his warm tongue so close to my wanting little asshole that I started to moan louder.

  “Oh my God, Travis,” I begged, “just give it to me already. Please.”

  He smiled with devilish satisfaction as he ran his hands up my thighs. “You want it already, Doc?”

  I nodded. “Uh huh.”

  He spun me over onto my stomach.

  I squirmed against the leather of the couch, writhing and wriggling.

  His lips landed on my back, just above my butt. His tongue ventured lower. His fingertips slid under the waistline of my underwear and tugged down on them. He pulled them down, slow, an aching tease. My fingers clawed into the end of the couch. I started biting down on the leather.

  He finally tore my underwear off of me. I could hear the rip of the lace and his grunt as he destroyed it. He tore them off of me and tossed them on the floor. I was bare naked before him, all for him, all for his total control. We were bare naked together. I could almost feel our energy intermingling with one another, combining and crashing and becoming one.

  He squeezed my ass cheeks hard. He spread them.

  I arched up as I felt his hot, wet tongue plunge into the most sensitive part of my body. No one on earth could do to my asshole what Travis could with his lips and tongue.

  “Fuck!” I cried out.

  He grunted and ate me out like it was the last ass he’d ever taste.

  My fingers clawed into the couch. "Oh God," I groaned.

  He leaned up to take a breath, keeping my butt firm in the grip of his hands. "I swear to God, Doc," he said with heavy breathing, "I never knew eating ass could be so addicting." He spanked.

  The sharp jolt of the spank sent a shockwave through my body that made even my cock twitch. "Fuck," I whimpered.

  "Yeah," he growled. He grabbed my hips and raised them. He pulled me up onto my hands and knees. "Give me that ass, Doc."

  "Oh, you fucking bastard," I moaned with delight.

  He spanked me again. The pain felt hotter, leaving my flesh warm and tingling.

  "Fucking bastard!" I moaned louder.

  He growled as he leaned forward. He slipped his tongue around my hole, doing circles and flicking it and driving me fucking wild.

  "Fuck, Travis," I moaned. I lay down on my shoulders. "That feels so fucking good."

  He moaned with his tongue in my ass and spanked me. He whipped his tongue up my taint and to my hole. Ravenous and insatiable. My body was his heroine, his drug and igniting all of the passion within him.

  I rocked myself back against him and felt his tongue slip in. Now, I wanted his cock inside me so bad. Precome was pouring from my prick and onto the couch.

  He leaned up. He grabbed me by my shoulders and brought me up against him. He wrapped his arms around me like a python. "I'm ready to punish your little sweet ass, Doc."

  I wanted him to pound me, take control and fuck me so uncontrollable until my brains were out of my head. But I also wanted to fight for some control, show him I wasn't completely his. Despite the longing I felt in my body, I pulled away from him. "Not so fast, you fucking bastard."

  He reached out to grab me but missed. "What do you mean, not so fast?" He moved closer to me across the couch. "Doc, if you don't let me fuck you right now I'm going to lose my fucking mind!"

  The heat and fire in his eyes was gorgeous to me. It was a wild desire, madness and passion. I'd never seen it before in another man, and this fucker had it for me!

  He grabbed me and held me still while I faced him. He smirked as he cradled by balls and hard cock. "Don't try and act like you don't want my cock inside you, Doc."

  I grabbed onto the back of his neck. My eyes were drowning in his. I heaved, and my nostrils flared as I fought my urge to give into him.

  This was a fight now. A fight for control. A fight not to become his completely. And I was determined to win. He wasn't going to fuck me. I was going to fuck him.

  I pushed him by his chest back down onto the couch.

  He smiled back at me. "What are you trying to do, Doc?"

  I ran my hands over his chest and his stomach. His skin was glistening in sweat, shining muscles in the lamp light of my office. I licked his neck.

  He started breathing heavy again.

  I sucked on his nipple.

  He put his hand on the back of my hand and ran his fingers through my hair. "Fuck, Doc. Just ride me already."

  I leaned back up with a grin on my face, knowing I was getting him back under my control. I leaned into kiss him.

  He closed his eyes and tilted his head, ready to put his lips on mine.

  But I pulled away with a cheeky smile. "Not so fast, bastard."

  He bit his lip with a smile. "You're a cunt, Doc." He took a firm gri
p on the back of my neck. "Suck my cock." He pushed my head down.

  I opened my mouth willingly. His control was too hot to resist now. His large, throbbing cock slid in between my lips. He pushed my mouth halfway down on his shaft. I could taste his precome. I obediently sucked on his rod, getting it drenched and polished. I played with his balls. They were full and raised, ready to bust.

  His hand raked down my back and found my asshole. It was wet enough that he slipped two fingers into me with ease.

  "Fuck," I groaned with his cock in my mouth.

  He spanked me. "Stop teasing me, man." He lifted me off his cock and pulled me into his lap. "Let me fuck you already!" He jammed his tongue into my mouth.

  I kissed him back. I was lost in the haze of sex and lust. His tongue was strong and fast on mine. Our lips were a mangled mess of heat.

  He went to lay me down, but I still had a little bit of fight left in me.

  I pushed him back against the couch and got on top of him, spreading my legs around him, teasing him by letting his cock rub against my butt.

  He grabbed one ass cheek into each hand and squeezed me hard, so hard he left marks. He growled like an animal. "Get my fucking cock inside you now or I'll throw you on the floor and fuck you until you scream."

  This guy had my engine revving like a fucking monster truck. I wrapped my hand around his throat. "You're going to sit still and let me ride your dick, or I'll kick you out of my office right now."

  He smiled back at me with that spark in his eyes. "You're a freak, Doc."

  I reached behind me and stroked his cock. "So are you."

  "Fuck," he groaned. He was aching to be inside me.

  And my body hurt for him, begged for him.

  "Put your hands at your sides," I told him.

  He squeezed my ass. "No, why?"

  "Do it, or I won't fuck you."

  He glared at me and removed his hands from me. He held onto the leather of my couch.

  I lined up the head of his cock with my asshole.

  His nostrils flared. He breathed heavy and fierce.

  I slid his rod into me. It stretched and filled me. I only took the first two inches.

  His eyes widened and his mouth opened like he was in agony. "Oh fuck," he whimpered.

  I wanted to go all the way down, but I resisted. I held onto his shoulders while raising myself back off him. I took his cock all the way out and then slowly put it back into me.