CHAPTER 6: DOCTOR'S VISIT 2

VERONICA

The heavy click of the examination room lock brought excitement into every part of my body. The sterile, white-walled room suddenly felt hot, the sharp scent of rubbing alcohol completely overridden by the musky, electric pull of raw, unadulterated desire.

Chloe’s lips were soft, trembling beneath mine, but as I deepened the kiss, her initial shock melted into a desperate, frantic hunger. She let out a soft whimpering sound, her hands rising to grip the lapels of my cream blazer, burying her fingers into the fabric as if she were drowning and I was the only thing keeping her afloat. I slid my tongue into her mouth, hot and demanding, taking what I wanted while Mex let out a low, ragged groan right against my ear.

His large hands weren't gentle anymore. He gripped my hips through the tailored trousers of my pantsuit, his fingers digging deep into my skin as he pulled my rear hard against his groin. I could feel him—thick, rigid, and completely ready, straining against his professional slacks. The contrast of his pristine white lab coat rubbing against my back while he aggressively ground his pelvis into me sent a jolt of heat straight to my core.

"God, Vero," Mex choked out, his lips pressing messy, burning kisses along my jawline, his breath scorching my neck. "You're going to ruin me completely."

"Shut up and help me with her," I commanded against Chloe’s mouth, my voice a low, gravelly purr.

I broke the kiss, leaving Chloe breathless, her eyes glazed over with a dazed, completely submissive lust. I didn't give her time to think. I reached for the straps of her pastel sundress, sliding them down her pale shoulders. Chloe shivered, her head tossing back as I bared her chest to the cool air of the clinic, followed immediately by the heat of my hands. She wasn't wearing a bra. Her breasts were small, perky, with tight, dusty-rose nipples that hardened instantly under my touch.

"Mex," Chloe gasped, her voice cracking as she looked over my shoulder at her fiancé. "Mex, look at her... look what she's doing to me."

Mex didn't just look. He reached around me, his tanned, heavy hands covering one of her breasts while I manipulated the other. The sight of our contrasting hands on his fiancée's body was a visual drug. Mex’s thumbs rubbed her nipple into a tight peak, and Chloe arched her back, a loud, echoing moan escaping her lips.

"You like that, don't you, Chloe?" I whispered, dropping to my knees right in front of her.

I didn't care about the cold linoleum floor. I grabbed the hem of her sundress and hiked it all the way up to her waist. Underneath, she was wearing a pair of simple, white lace panties. They were already visibly soaked, a dark, damp patch blooming through the centre of the fabric. I chuckled, a throaty, triumphant sound.

"Look at this, Doctor," I called up, looking up through my lashes at Mex, who was watching from above, his chest heaving, his hands resting on his belt buckle. "Your perfect little bride is absolutely dripping for a stranger."

Chloe covered her face with her hands, a deep blush spreading across her cheeks, but she didn't step back. Instead, she parted her legs a fraction wider, an unspoken invitation.

I didn't make her beg. I hooked my fingers into the elastic of her lace underwear and slid them down her slender legs, letting her step out of them. Her centre was bare, pink, and glistening. I leaned in and pressed my mouth directly against her clit, my tongue swiping upward in a long, broad stroke.

Chloe screamed. It was a loud, uninhibited sound that bounced off the tiled walls of the exam room. Her fingers immediately tangled into my dark hair, holding me tightly against her as my tongue worked over her wet flesh with a ruthless, practised rhythm. She was so sweet, tasting of pure, unadulterated arousal. I sucked her hard, swirling my tongue around the hypersensitive knot of nerves until her thighs began to shake violently.

"Mex! Hold me, please, I'm going to fall," she cried out, her knees buckling.

Mex stepped in instantly. He caught her from behind, lifting her effortlessly and placing her small frame onto the edge of the leather examination table, right next to where the unused medical instruments sat. He stood between her knees, his face flushed, completely consumed by the madness I had introduced into his sterile office.

I stood up, smoothing back my hair, my eyes locked on Mex. "Your turn, Doctor. Let's see what you're working with these days."

Mex didn't hesitate. He tore off his white lab coat, letting it flutter carelessly to the floor, followed immediately by his tie. Shaking hands, he fumbled with the button of his trousers, and when he lowered his zipper, his thick, heavy length sprang free. It was throbbing, fully engorged, and leaking a clear drop of anticipation at the tip.

Chloe let out a soft, breathy gasp from the table, her eyes wide as she stared at him. "Mex... it's so big."

"He's excited, Chloe," I teased, stepping up right next to him. I grabbed his shaft, my warm fingers wrapping around the thick base, sliding all the way up to the head to smear his pre-cum across the crown. "He's never had both of us before. Have you, Maxwell?"

"Never," Mex growled, his hand coming up to cup the back of my neck, pulling me into a rough, bruising kiss that tasted like Chloe and pure desperation.

While he kissed me, I reached down and undid the button of my cream trousers, letting them drop to my ankles. I stepped out of my heels and pants in one fluid motion, leaving me in nothing but my white silk button-down shirt and a matching lace thong. I reached back, hooked my thumbs into the lace, and stripped it off, completely baring myself to them.

The heat between the three of us was staggering. I hopped onto the table right next to Chloe, leaning back on my elbows, my legs spreading wide. My own core was completely slick, aching for the friction.

"Chloe, come here," I commanded.

The blonde crawled over on her hands and knees, and her sundress bunched around her waist. She hovered over me, her eyes dark with a newfound, feral confidence. She lowered her body, straddled my chest, and pressed her dripping wet centre right against my mouth. I didn't waste a second. I took her in again, my tongue darting deep inside her while my fingers reached down to guide Mex.

Mex stepped up to the edge of the table, his eyes locked on the sight of Chloe riding my face. He positioned his thick, rigid length right at my entrance.

"Vero, I'm going in," he panted, his hands gripping my thighs, spreading them as wide as they could go.

"Do it," I mumbled against Chloe’s wet skin.

With a heavy, breathless grunt, Mex drove his entire length deep inside me in one smooth, ruthless thrust.

"Ah! God!" I screamed, the sound muffled by Chloe’s thigh. He was huge, stretching me completely wide open, filling the hollow ache inside me with a staggering amount of heat. The friction was instant and intense. Mex didn't waste time; he immediately established a brutal, driving rhythm, his hips slamming against mine with a heavy, wet rhythm that made the examination table creak and rattle against the wall.

Chloe let out a loud cry as the motion jolted her, her inner muscles clamping down tightly on my face. I sucked her through the chaos, my hands gripping her hips, pulling her down onto my mouth while Mex brutally pounded me from below.

The double stimulation was mind-breaking. The cool leather of the table beneath my back, the weight of Chloe’s soft body on my chest, and the relentless, deep strokes of Mex’s thick cock stretching me to my absolute limit sent my senses into overdrive. I arched my back, my hips rising to meet every single one of his thrusts, wanting it deeper, harder, faster.

"Mex, faster!" I ordered, pulling away from Chloe for a brief second to catch my breath, my chest heaving. "Don't hold back!"

Mex growled, his grip on my thighs tightening until his fingers left red marks on my pale skin. He increased his pace, his thrusts becoming frantic, desperate, and entirely unhinged. Every time his pelvis slammed against mine, a loud, wet slap echoed through the room.

Chloe was losing her mind. She slid off my face, turning around on the table so she was on her hands and knees right next to me, her tight, round rear sticking up in the air. "Mex, I want it too. I need it."

"Hold on, Chloe," Mex gasped, his face drenched in sweat, his chest heaving as he continued to hammer into me. "Vero's... Vero's so tight... she's crushing me."

I laughed, a wild, uninhibited sound of pure dominance. I reached over, grabbing Chloe by the back of her neck, pulling her face down into a deep, sloppy kiss, sharing her own taste with her while Mex continued to tear me apart from behind.

The friction inside me was building to a violent crescendo. My internal muscles were spasming, clamping down on Mex’s shaft like a vice with every frantic stroke. I could feel the telltale signs of a massive orgasm rippling just beneath the surface.

"I'm close, Mex! I'm going to come!" I screamed, my head tossing back, my fingers digging into the leather padding of the table.

"Come for me, Vero. Do it," Mex panted, his pace turning completely savage, his body shaking with the effort to hold back his own release.

A second later, a violent, blinding orgasm ripped through my entire body. My vision went blurry as my inner walls convulsed violently around his cock, triggering a chain reaction. Chloe, watching my face contort in pure ecstasy, let out a loud, high-pitched scream as her own climax hit her, her body collapsing onto the table in tremors.

Mex couldn't take the intense suction of my climax. With a loud, guttural shout that sounded completely animalistic, he delivered three more deep, heavy thrusts before burying himself to the absolute hilt inside me. He stiffened, his entire body shaking as he spent his warm, thick release deep inside my core, filling me to the brim.

For a long, agonisingly beautiful moment, the only sound in the examination room was the ragged, desperate gasps of the three of us, our bodies tangled together in a sweaty, exhausted heap on the medical table.

Mex slowly pulled out, a wet, heavy sound following his exit as his release began to leak down my thigh. He stumbled back a step, catching his balance against the counter, his chest heaving as he stared at his fiancée with wide, dazed eyes and me. Chloe was curled up next to me, her breathing shallow, a satisfied, completely ruined smile on her face.

I casually sat up, completely unbothered by the mess. I smoothed back my tangled dark hair, looking down at the two of them with a sharp, wicked triumph gleaming in my eyes. I slid off the table, my bare feet hitting the cold floor, and began to casually gather my clothes.

"Well, Doctor," I purred, pulling my white silk shirt down and reaching for my cream trousers. "I must say, that was an exceptionally thorough physical."

Mex let out a breathless, disbelieving laugh, rubbing a hand over his face as he looked at his ruined office, then at his fiancée, who was now looking at me like I was some kind of dark goddess.

"You're a demon with a tied tube, Veronica," Mex muttered, though there was nothing but awe in his voice as he began to clean himself up with a paper towel.

"Only on weekdays, Mex," I smiled, zipping up my trousers and stepping back into my high heels. I walked over to the table, leaning down to press a soft, lingering kiss to Chloe’s swollen lips. "Congratulations on the wedding, Chloe. You picked a good one."

Before either of them could say another word, I adjusted my blazer, checked my reflection in the cabinet glass, and unlocked the door. My phone beeps with a message from Christopher. "Where the hell are you?"