Page 13 of Psychotic Obsession

“You passed out while trying to fuck the other doctor, and I was busy.”

“Busy staring at her like a weirdo?”

Yeah. I guess, in a way, he’s right.

I don’t reply, turning back to watch her again. Even without any makeup on, like at work, she’s beautiful, and my heart beats faster when she stretches and arches her back, knocking the duvet down past her chest.

Her nipples are hard.

Justin will see.

“Leave,” I tell him. “Go back to the car. I’ll be down in a minute.”

“You’re a bossy motherfucker, do you know that?” he retorts, shaking his head as he leans back into the bathroom, grabs his coat, and vanishes from the hotel room.

My conscience is telling me to wake her up, but the voice in my head has other ideas. Since I never usually let my inner self take the reins, I give in to temptation and move carefully across the bed, settling beside her and gently gliding the pad of my thumb across her mouth as slowly as possible.

She licks her lips and I pause, my eyes widening at the wet touch against my skin.

Did she just…lick me?

My dick hardens as I run my forefinger and thumb together, my breathingheavy as I look down atmydoctor.

I chew my inner cheek and watch her, pondering if I should leave or not. She’ll freak out if she wakes up and sees me here. I’m sure I put enough sleep meds in her water to keepher unconscious a little while longer, same with her friend and Justin. It’s a miracle he’s awake right now.

As soon as we got Gabriella to the hotel, I got to work on my plan. I didn’t want to leave, and my doctor was adamant everyone had to get out of the room so she could sleep. So, I helped her along with my own meds, a strong prescription that usually knocks me out within ten minutes.

Who knew spiking bottles of water from the hotel’s vending machine would make my plan run so smoothly?

All I want to do is look at her right now. I can study her features, touch her mouth and eyelids and nose, and not worry about her screaming at me to get away or people telling me I’m overstepping.

When I know she’s still in a deep sleep and her friend is still passed out in the tub, I lean in, keeping my eyes on her face as I run the pads of my fingers down her throat, feeling her pulse racing, matching the tempo of my heart.

The touch is innocent in a way, but fuck me, my cock is jumping in my pants, begging for me to stroke it. Her face stays the same, although I can see her pulse speeding up in her throat as I lower my head and kiss the tip of her nose.

Then, I drag my mouth down, feeling her breath against my lips.

Can I make out with her while she’s asleep?

Is that wrong?

Against the law?

I inwardly punch myself in the dick, because of course it is.

However, I don’t move. I keep my mouth an inch from hers and press my fingers to her pulse, slightly gripping the expanse of her throat.

Her breathing picks up, and she parts her lips in her sleep while I try not to blow my load from this alone. I’ve never donethis before, and I’m sure it’s a rule breaker if I ever want this girl to marry me.

Good thing she’ll never find out, but by the way she’s whimpering in her sleep, her nipples tightening against the material of her shirt, it might be a kink. Might not be. I could possibly bring it up to her years down the line and ask if she likes somnophilia.

Maybe she’ll let me fuck her while she’s passed out.

My phone buzzes in my pocket, but I ignore it, knowing it’ll either be my mom or Justin. They can wait. I’m currently in fucking heaven while I touch my doctor without her knowing.

It’s definitely wrong, but it feels more right than anything else.

Her back arches a little, a soft moan falling from her lips when I let myself have this and capture her bottom lip between my teeth, my mouth watering, needing to taste everything.