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  I heard him, I turned and suddenly I was in his arms. One of his hands at the back of my head, fingers buried in my hair. His mouth on mine, tasting of bourbon and cigars, his lips pressing, his tongue probing, meeting mine, the scrape of stubble.

  That's all I thought it would be, a passionate kiss, a grinding of bodies.

  His other arm had looped around my waist, drawing me in and his dick was suddenly hard against me.

  I reached down, both hands on his butt, holding him there, enjoying the hardness, the feel of his erection against me.

  Then I remembered some of the things Katie had said. He liked risky sex. Years ago, the first time they'd visited his parents, he'd shown her his childhood bedroom and while his parents were downstairs he'd fucked her on his old bed. Hard and fast and moments later she'd been down in his pop's den, sipping iced tea and being polite.

  And now, he was with me at Heidi's dinner party, with his wife waiting somewhere nearby, ready to go, waiting for her coat. Something took over me then. Like I say, I'm a bitch.

  I squirmed free of his grip and he must have thought that was it, then I dropped to my knees, found his zip and slid it down, undid the single button at his waist and pulled his pants and shorts down to his knees.

  I looked up as he glanced towards the door.

  "You like it like this, don't you?" I said. "A bit of risk. I can see that you like it like this." At my eye level his dick was filling out, standing to attention. It was long, and a good girth. I reached up and wrapped my hand around the base of his shaft, and he gave a soft gasp.

  I could still taste the cigars and bourbon of his kiss, but now... a saltiness as my lips slid over the head of his dick and my tongue swirled around it. Circling my tongue round and round, I started to run my hand along his length, stroking at first, then gripping harder, feeling the skin slide smoothly over his hardness.

  I knew Katie didn't like to do this, and that's exactly why I was doing it then. Like I say, I'm a bitch. A slut. Right then, I was his slut.

  He wanted me to go all the way like that. I wondered how long it had been since he'd come in someone's mouth? I was tempted. He buried his hands in my hair, as if he would never let me go.

  But I wanted more.

  My mind went back to that first fantasy image of him, of me with him. I wanted that. Now.

  I pulled away, keeping my hands on his dick as I stood, as I kissed him again, briefly, on the mouth.

  I glanced at the door, suddenly remembering what a stupid fucking risk this was that we were taking.

  Heidi had a shower-room en suite. I led Reuben through there by the dick.

  Pushing the door shut behind me, I unfastened my skirt, let it drop, and stepped out of it. Now his hand was down there, on my pussy, grinding against me through the thin satin of my thong while my hands continued to work his dick.

  "Fuck me," I said. "I need you to fuck me."

  Voices in the bedroom interrupted us, and then Reuben's hand was over my mouth, smelling of my juices. I didn't need silencing – I'm not stupid – but his hand over my mouth and his strong body forcing me up against the wall felt so damned good!

  One hand still on his dick, with the other I pulled my thong aside and then I felt what I had imagined so vividly earlier. The swollen bulb of his glans, nuzzling against my pussy lips, every movement sending a thrill through my body.

  A slight change in position, a bending of his knees, and he was pressing against my opening, starting to enter me. Slowly, tenderly, he filled me, sliding in until he had lifted me clear of the ground.

  I wrapped my legs around him, and felt a complete loss of control as I surrendered to his strength.

  His hand left my mouth, and he supported me with both hands, one under a thigh, the other beneath my ass.

  Outside: voices still. We had to be so quiet!

  He started to thrust: long, slow movements, with me jammed hard against the door, my whole body sliding up and down as he moved. Each time he withdrew I wanted to beg him to fill me again. Each time he slid back in I felt filled as I've never felt filled before.

  I tipped my head to one side and he kissed along my jaw and down my neck and his stubble scraped and scratched. I'd be red from that and everyone would see and I didn't care because all I could feel right then was the rasp of him across my neck and the way he filled me and ground against my clit.

  He must have sensed it building inside me because he kissed me then, filled my mouth with his tongue so that I couldn't cry out as my whole body spasmed in orgasm over and over again.

  Now, my arms looped around his neck as my body slumped and my climax ebbed. He started to thrust harder and surely whoever was out in the bedroom must hear exactly what was happening if they were still there.

  Moments later, his body tensed and I felt a hot explosion deep in my cunt as he filled me with his juices.

  I felt him start to soften, a delicious change, suddenly everything more sensitive, sensitive in a different way, and slowly, tenderly, we slumped against the door.

  My feet found the floor, taking my weight from him, and his cock slipped out of me, still semi-hard.

  Again, I remembered Katie telling me how she disliked sucking him and that wicked part of me thought of how I'd cheated him of a full blow-job and he really should have one. I slipped to my knees and took him in my mouth again. His dick tasted of me, and of his semen, and as I sucked him deep he started to stiffen again.

  A hand on his ass, a hand cupping his balls, I took him deep, and then he was hard again and I wondered just how he'd gone from climax to this so quickly.

  He didn't last long. With one more thrust of his body, a final spurt of come hit the back of my throat and then I kept on gently sucking and sucking as he became soft.

  §

  I don't know how long we were in there. Only minutes, I think. A quick fuck. A knee-trembler.

  The bedroom silent, I sat on the edge of the tub while Reuben slipped out to search for coats and leave. I didn't know what he would say to Katie when he went out to find her. I didn't know if she would be suspicious, or if she would just be pissed with him for taking so long. I didn't know if anyone had noticed our absence and made the obvious deduction.

  I didn't know. I didn't want to know.

  In my head I knew that this would never happen again, even if in my heart I knew something completely different.

  I wanted him. And I would have him.

  Like I say: I'm a bitch, a slut.

  And I was going to have that man.

  ***

  Forbidden Fruit is the first part of an eight-story erotic romance sequence, collected together as Wings of Desire. Full details on Polly’s website.]

  About the author

  Writing under other names, Polly J Adams is a successful novelist, with several novels published by major publishing houses and optioned for movies.

  As Polly J Adams, she writes best-selling erotica, relationship stories crammed full of explicit sex. Among Polly's most popular stories are the Girls Club series, with some stories collected as Bad Girls and Bad Girls 2, the Billionaires’ Sex Club series, the paranormal erotic novella, The Touch, and the popular Knee-tremblers and Indulgence series (gathered together in Wings of Desire) about a young woman's relationship with the wealthy owner of a New England sex club.

  Working as PJ Adams, she writes erotic romance - love stories with that added heat, including The Object of His Desire and Four Temptations.

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  ***

  Filled by the Doctor

  By Cerise Lush

  “Clara, you’re going to be late for the dentist!” I heard my mother yell from down the stairs. Crap, was it noon already? I had roughly half an hour before we had to leav
e, so I needed to make every last minute count. I was already dressed in one of my shortest skirts, an airy black-and-white checkered one, and thrown on a low-cut, black top exposing the curviness of my décolletage, thanks to my new push-up bra, and accentuating the tan I’d worked so hard on all summer.

  “Just a minute!” I called out when I heard my mom knock on the door. She’d kill me if she saw me wearing this. I grabbed an over-sized hoodie and pulled it over my revealing top just in time for her to open the door. Fortunately I seemed to be covered up enough for her to not mention anything.

  “You think you’ll be ready in half an hour? Have you brushed your teeth?”

  “Not yet, I was just about to! Yeah, don’t worry about it, I’ll be done in twenty minutes, tops!” I responded as convincingly as I could, flashing her my best innocent smile.

  “Okay…” She didn’t seem to believe me, but I just needed her to leave me alone so I could get ready properly.

  I started this ritual a few years ago, though I never took it this far with the sluttier clothes. I remember flipping through the channels on TV late at night and stumbling upon one of those adult channels, though I didn’t realize it at the time. It actually looked quite boring as everyone was dressed in lab coats, so I assumed it was an episode of ER and was about to flip past it to get to a good show. That was until the scene switched to the slim, but voluptuous, woman lying on the hospital bed completely naked. What the hell? I remember thinking. So I kept watching it, making sure to turn the volume really low as to not get caught, and went through the wild ride of the doctor doing a “check-up” on the woman; feeling her up in all the right spots. Convincing her that it was a routine test, with a healthy supply of medical lube and needing to make sure that she was alright down there. I still get wet thinking about that movie, if you can call it that, though I could never find it again no matter how hard I looked. After that, consciously or subconsciously, I’d always try my hardest to take good care of my health and teeth to make sure my doctor and dentist would see me as a good patient.

  Time was running out—damn my daydreaming. I grabbed my iPhone and ran for the bathroom. After applying light makeup and a rose-colored lipstick, I expertly curled the bottom of my long, blonde hair with a straightener so it’d frame my face in just the right way and fall in layers right above my breasts. Then I carefully flossed in between my teeth with a floss pick with my right hand, using my left hand to quickly flip through my phone for the perfect video and let it buffer. Some of the videos gave away too much with just the thumbnail, others looked boring with how little they showed. So when I saw the video with the dentist holding a clipboard and the woman subtly spreading her legs, I knew that that’s the one I had to watch. I put in my headphones, locked the bathroom door, and pressed play.

  At this point I was already done flossing (I always timed that perfectly), and grabbed my electric toothbrush. I slowly began brushing my teeth while watching the video, pretending that I’m the woman in the video, softly moaning with her moans into my toothbrush. My hand slowly reached down and under my skirt, pushing my thong to the side and feeling my already wet mound. I dipped two fingers in, lubricating them, and slipped my fingers over my clit and started rubbing circularly while watching as the dentist teasingly unzipped his fly, grabbed the patient’s head and eased his cock into her mouth. Mmm. As he started thrusting in and out of her mouth, I began rubbing harder and faster, not being able to stop my moans anymore. Done brushing my teeth at this point, I thrust the end of the toothbrush in and out of my mouth, swirling my tongue around it as if it was the dentist’s cock. I knew this wouldn’t be enough to satisfy me this morning; I desperately needed to be filled. I did the only thing I could and yanked the toothbrush out of my mouth and shoved it into me, handle-side in, as far as it would go. My eyes rolled to the back of my head as I fucked myself with my vibrating toothbrush and rubbed myself furiously at the same time. When I regained focus, the dentist was finally pulling out of her mouth and lifting the patient’s dress up. He grabbed onto her hips and started pounding into her, and I couldn’t hold it back anymore. I bit onto the hand towel to muffle my moans as I felt the tingles erupt into one of the most intense orgasms I’d had all month. Wave after wave of pleasure hit me and my knees went weak, I carried on thrusting the toothbrush into myself as I pulled my other hand away to steady myself up against the counter, riding out the last of my climax.

  Thank god I got that out of the way. I carefully rinsed my toothbrush with soap and hot water, washed my hands, and wiped the sides of my thighs with the hand towel as I’d gotten so wet I was dripping. Finally, I felt ready to face the day and tackle the dentist’s office.

  Throwing my necessities into my purse, I headed downstairs.

  ***

  “There you are! I was just going to come get you to see what was taking so long,” my mom teased, and I felt my face slightly flush.

  “I was just putting on some makeup, I’m thinking of going to the mall after to see Tora, so…”

  “Thanks for keeping me informed!” She responded half-sarcastically, and I couldn’t help but laugh.

  “I don’t need your permission, mom, it’s just the mall!” You’d think with my leaving for college in the fall she’d be a little more relaxed about my free time, but nope.

  We carried on joking as we headed over to the car, but every time we’d stop talking I could feel the nervous butterflies stir up in my stomach. Today was different than all of my other visits; I’d always taken such good care of my teeth that whenever I’d go there it’d be just to get my teeth cleaned. Last time I had a cavity I must’ve been seven or eight or something, and it freaked me out so bad that I started religiously taking care of my teeth. So when my dental hygienist pointed out last visit that I had two cavities and needed to come back within a few weeks to meet with a dentist to get them filled, I couldn’t help but feel both scared from the last time and excited that I’d be meeting yet another dental employee. I had no idea who the dentist was and I couldn’t really remember the process of getting a tooth filled. I tried looking it up online and knew that they had to numb your mouth somehow, but that’s really all I remembered.

  “Don’t worry, sweetie. It’ll be fine! Just be happy you never needed braces—that would’ve been more painful than this.” I gave her a pointed look. Yeah, like that helps. “Oh yeah, and before I forget to tell you, I won’t be able to wait for you this time because I’m helping your aunt with an errand. Can you get Tora to pick you up? I guess the mall’s so close you could probably just walk or bus there anyway, but here’s some money for the cab and some shopping if you find anything good,” she rambled on, reaching into her purse with her free hand to fish out a fifty to give me.

  “Thanks, mom.” Alone at the dentist? Goodness, anything could happen now! I giggled at my own half-joke and noticed my mother glancing at me confused. “I just think it’s funny that you were giving me trouble for keeping you informed when you didn’t keep me informed either!” Damn, I’m a good liar.

  Laughing, she responded, “I guess it runs in our family.”

  Finally pulling into the parking lot, I grabbed my purse and jumped out of the car, taking my phone from the side pocket. It was flashing its stupid battery-eating LED light and I saw that I had a text from Tora: You down for shopping or not? xo. I began typing in my response as we walked towards the entrance: Yeah, can you pick me up from the dentist’s office? I should be done in about an hour and ready to partay haha jk.

  Lol ya was the only response I got. Good enough for me!

  Gliding towards the receptionist, she smiled brightly at me. “Hi Clara! Go ahead and have a seat, Dr. Hunter will be out in just a moment.” I smiled back and nodded my understanding, heading over to the lounge to take a seat.

  “Clara darling I’m just going to go ahead and leave now, but I trust that you’ll be okay! If you need anything just call me, okay? Love you!” She pecked me on the cheek and darted back out through the sliding door
s.

  “Bye!” I called out after her, and turned my gaze back to the hallway where the dentist should be heading in from. Except there was already a man standing there wearing a white coat, and I swear he was checking me out.

  “Mom not staying?” he asked, nodding his head towards the door, and I shook my head no. “You must be Clara. I’ll be your dentist today; I understand you’re going to be having two molars filled today? One on each side?”

  “Yes,” I responded, hoping I contained my surprise. That’s my dentist!? Holy wow, he’s much younger than I expected. All of my dentists and doctors had always been at least in their forties or fifties, but Dr. Hunter must have been fresh out of dental school—he couldn’t have been older than his mid-twenties. As he led me towards his office, which happened to be on the other side of the dental office—in an area I’d never even been close to seeing before—I got a good chance to study him. He was trying to make small talk throughout the walk, attempting to make me comfortable, I’m sure. He didn’t really smile, though he did give a polite smile a couple of times and of course it was gorgeous, with perfectly straight white teeth. He had a light tan and dark brown hair with even darker brown eyes that burned into me every time he’d turn his gaze over to me. I followed him and responded with short yes and no answers, hoping that my responses made sense as I was already getting lost fantasizing about him. He stood at least a foot taller than me, and I could see the outline of his body even through the white coat. Delicious.

  “Clara?” he turned to face me now, looking puzzled.

  Shit. “Sorry, I didn’t hear you. What was that?”

  “I asked when the last time you were in was.”

  “Oh, sorry. Um, it must have been two weeks ago or something. This was the earliest appointment I could have gotten. Did you study here? To become a dentist, I mean.”