Daring The Hot Doctor

“He really did that!” Gia cried, hurrying over to snatch her phone from the center table in her living room.

Checking out the tenants' chat group, she saw photos of her last night's outfit pinned on the chat.

Crazy comments from co-tenants read,

*Shameless*

*We can’t have our kids and this sex toy live under the same roof*

*Kick her out!*

The caption on her photo read *Indecent Dress Code Violated By Gia Anderson Again*

Gia turned to Nancy, an aged grandma neighbor who had strangely been the only person friendly towards her since she moved in last month.

“I’m pretty sure it’s that bastard again. Why won’t he let me be? This is the tenth time this week and I feel violated!” Gia growled in anger, kicking her feet in the air while Nancy laughed before sipping her tea.

“Let’s look at the bright side. He’s probably too smitten by your gorgeous butt to take his eyes off.” Nancy teased.

Gia thought that Nancy’s joke sounded too cheesy for a grandma her age, but brushed it off as she recollected last night's scene on the rooftop.

“Yea but now I’m sure his eyes are gonna be kept off for a longer while this time.” She gave a smug smile as she poured herself a glass of scotch.

“Maybe forever.” Gia added as her complacent gaze landed in Alan’s room direction, then flickered back to Nancy’s arched brows.

“You also think Alan’s not bad looking either. Like a hunk too hung up on his white-collar job to let his eggs, explore some more.” Nancy joked, and she scrunched up her face, knowing she didn’t mean actual eggs but -his eggs!-

“Nancy! OK, time to leave now, I think I’ve influenced you enough.” Gia uttered, helping Nancy up, then to the door.

“Look, I used to be the Kim Kardashian of my time and I tell you pumpkin, good boys love to sink their faces in experienced meat like yours.” Nancy revealed.

Past midnight Gia yawned and stretched lazily, crawling out of the sheets as the knock on her door sounded more urgent than the first time.

Dressed in nothing but skimpy lingerie, Gia grabbed a small jacket, tying it around her waist as she opened the door.

“Who’s this so earl- her expression went pale as Alan’s tall, well-built figure was standing with a fruit basket held in one of his hands.

His veiny arm strained from the weight while he had a small smile.

“Good mor-

On impulse, Gia slammed the door shut, backing away with a flustered expression.

“I’m seeing ghosts now?!” She coughed a sharp laugh, shaking her head as she headed back to her room.

The knock sounded again.

“It’s rude to keep a neighbor out here in the cold. I’m just here to talk.” Alan’s masculine voice called out and Gia’s eyes widened with her hands flying over her mouth.

He’s really alive? What happened to his words of preferring to die than sleep with her last night?

Relief somewhat flooded her veins, yet she couldn’t fathom why she felt that way.

She had prayed for Alan’s disappearance every night and day, albeit the mere sight of him turned her on.

“Will you open up or what?” Alan asked impatiently.

And with decisiveness flashing her eyes, she flung the door open, raising her chin,

“What do you want?” She asked curtly, folding her arms across her chest.

Alan raised up the fruit basket to her face with a slow smile,

“Peace treaty. I figured out, since you snapped me back to reality last night and kind of saved my life, I should apologize for bullying you since you arrived here.” Alan rapped his words, pushing past Gia, who hurried to block his way.

“I didn’t say you could come in. Get out!” Gia pointed towards the door with a scowl and Alan coolly dropped the fruit basket.

Putting his hands up in the air, he moved backwards.

“Just when I thought we could start off from where we stopped yesterday.” Alan hinted a mischievous smile as he whirled around.

“Wait!” Gia found her lips moving of their own accord.

Thinking back at what Nancy said earlier today about Alan’s appearance was an understatement.

The first day she had moved in, she had spotted Alan locking up his apartment while on a phone call and did her heart skip several beats for this Greek god? Definitely.

His raven hair was slicked in a neat trim with stern gray eyes that stood above his high bridged nose perfectly placed inches near his sexy pink lips.

Overall, Alan had a sharpened V-shaped jaw that screamed gorgeous and the way his muscular torso flexed under his corporate suit got wetness pooling in her panties at every glance.

Alan’s frequent complaints about her indecent dresses had always riled her up and got her clit throbbing in need for him all at once.

She had thought he was utterly disgusted with her existence. That’s why she made him that dare.

But now the main character in all her wet dreams and masturbating fantasies was standing right in front of her, asking if her dare deal still stands.

To hell with her beef with him, she’d rather have him die between her thighs than at the foot of a building, she thought inwardly.

“You want to screw a disgusting wench like me, why doc? Oh I know! You wanna collect more evidence that I’ve been sleeping with co-tenants to get me kicked out for real. Smart move.” Gia jested, letting out a snicker, but Alan’s dark stare roaming over her half-naked body had heat steaming out of her pores.

For the first time in forever, she felt nervous around a man.

“You don’t know what you’ve done for me- pausing his words, Alan's voice was low and raspy as he grabbed Gia’s waist, crashing her into his chest.

She gasped against his hard rock chest, the warmth of his muscles knocking her senses out.

“To me.” He finishes his sentence.

With a lust-filled gaze, Alan fisted his fingers into Gia’s red hair, pulling them back to feast his eyes on her moist full lips.

“Get your hands off me.” Gia trembled slightly as she tore herself away from him and landed her bare butt on the couch.

The jacket around her waist came undone and Alan stifled a groan as her creamy thighs were left exposed and calling out for him to lick, suck and nip every inch of her delicate skin till she passed out.

Gia’s eyes popped out of their sockets as Alan instantly dropped to his knees in front of her half-spread thighs.

“Are you for real? What silly game are you playing because I’m not interested.” Gia’s voice broke in between words while Alan’s Adam apple bobbed with his darkened eyes traveling over her plump tits, down to the skin in between her thighs.

Meanwhile, Gia could feel her clitoris walls seep out warm cum with the heat of his gaze on her.

“I’ve dreamed of sucking these juicy tits for so long, will you let me, Gia?” Alan’s eyes were almost red with need as he snaked his fingers behind Gia’s bra expertly unstrapping it.

Her ballooned boobs came spilling out of the fabric showing her peak hard nipples and her eyes watered with mutual need.

“Fuck I knew they’d be this beautiful.” Alan groaned, leaning to trail the tip of his nose from her belly button up to the middle of her breasts.

Letting a finger slide into her lingerie, he snapped the fabric against her tender skin, jerking Gia, who let out a muffled moan.

Maintaining intense eye contact with her, he felt for her quivering thighs and repeated the motion.

“Stop it Alan.” She hissed, albeit throwing her head back as her thighs instinctively spread wider, allowing him more access.

“Make me.” Alan’s finger finally slipped beneath her lingerie only to feel the slime of her arousal smearing into his nails.

“You’re so wet for me, isn’t it slut?” Alan gave a dirty growl as he dipped his finger into her moist clit entrance, and she mewled, arching her hips to take his finger deeper.

“That’s it, good girl. So f***ing tight and obedient. Do you want me to make you come, slut?” Alan husked, but Gia's head shook a No as their eyes locked.

He inserted a second finger, causing Gia’s resolve to weaken as her eyes rolled at the back of her head.

Feeling exhilarated like she was touching the ceiling as he slowly pushed those thick fingers that she’d dreamed about day and night, her body quivered in excitement.

“Don’t lie to me. Do you want my big fingers inside of you?” Alan voice was low and urgent.