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Chapter 16

Aria

" D id you know Doctor Blythe hasn't been at work in three days?" Gabriella tosses another chip into her mouth. "Supposedly, he's never off sick or anything."

"Yeah, I heard. He didn't sign off on Ivy's transfer either, so we need to wait until next week now."

We got the devastating news yesterday that Ivy’s trials weren’t going to plan. Blythe thinks it’s time to send her home and not waste more money or make her anymore uncomfortable. When I sat down in the meeting, I was spoken down to when I asked for alternatives or for more time, and Tobias butted in by asking for another week, but Blythe told him to leave the office.

He has been removed as my assistant, since more cases have come in for him to help with and all I need to do is tidy up a few files and make arrangements for Ivy. Then, sadly, I need to fly back to Scotland and deal with my real life problems.

Now, Blythe and Tobias have been off work, although the latter has been messaging me nonstop, informing me he had to drive back to his mom’s place to sort out a few things.

Gabriella is going out with Justin and promised she wouldn't come home, so I invited Tobias over. As soon as he accepted, I ran to the shower, washed, shaved, and tidied up.

I may or may not be wearing lace under my pajamas, and I may or may not have bought a bottle of wine for us both to drink. I know he claims he can't drink, but what harm is a few glasses in the hotel room while watching a movie?

Gabriella kisses both of my cheeks before leaving, telling me she loves me and hopes I have lots of dirty sex.

I watch TV for a bit, jumping up when I hear a knock on the door.

Tobias is dressed in light grey gym shorts and a tight black gym top, looking hotter than usual with messy hair, his chiseled jaw a lot more defined after a clean shave.

"Hey." He smirks, looking down at my bare legs and back up to my eyes. "Are you going to let me in?"

"Maybe," I tease, leaning against the door frame. "What's the password?"

He narrows his eyes at me, a smile playing on his lips as he lowers his voice to a whisper. "Let me in..." he steps closer, his mouth delicately grazing mine, "so I can eat you out."

I don't hesitate for a second. I press my lips against his, and he instantly reacts, kicking the door shut and wrapping his arms around my waist, lifting me up so my ankles can cross behind his back.

Tobias walks us to the bed, mouths devouring each other, the butterflies in my stomach going fucking crazy. My fingers twist in his hair, and he pushes his tongue past my parted lips, tilting our heads to deepen the kiss.

He doesn't carefully place me down. No, he throws me, and I nearly fall off the other side of the bed.

"You're an idiot," I laugh, but he cuts me off with his mouth on my neck and his hands pinning my arms above my head.

"Let's see if you still think that when I'm done with you," he pants, biting my bottom lip. He nudges my legs open with his knees and settles himself between my legs, his strained cock pressing against my aching center.

I wince as he bites and sucks on my neck, gripping my hair, angling my head to the side to give him more access, his other hand on my hip, slowly moving under my waistband.

My heels dig into the back of his thighs, urging him to press harder against me.

"I'm going to fuck you into oblivion, Doctor."

The excitement goes south, and I roll my hips, moaning into his mouth as he pulls my hair.

I whimper as his fingers dip under my waistband, his hard cock pressing against my inner thigh, silencing my gasps with his mouth again as he shoves two fingers inside me.

My eyes roll.

No distractions or interruptions.

I mentally pat myself on the back when Tobias rips open my shirt to reveal the black lace, and when he pulls down my shorts and tosses them aside, I chew my lip, watching his eyes travel the length of my body.

With parted lips and a hooded gaze, Tobias leans forward, hovering above me, tongue running along his bottom lip. I watch his mouth, aching for him to kiss me again. "You have no idea how badly I want you, Doctor."

My breathing hitches, and I feel myself heating up, the hairs rising on my arms from his intense eye contact. I gulp, moving my hips up to create some contact, his hard cock rubbing right where I want him. "Then take me," I say, desperate, running my hands up the sides of his face until my fingers push into his hair, and his eyes close momentarily.

Tobias fervently crashes his lips against mine and drops his weight, gripping my hair with one hand, taking my breath away as his tongue pushes past my lips and moves against mine.

"You're mine, Doctor," he growls, nipping my bottom lip with his teeth, making me gasp when his hand cups my soaking core. "This." He applies a little pressure, and my eyes flutter closed at the sensation. "This is mine. No one else gets to touch you." I nod, my eyes rolling as he pushes the material aside and shoves a finger inside me, making me clench. "Words, Aria."

"Yours," I whisper, my mouth falling open as he pushes another finger deep inside me, curling his fingers and slowly retracting before vigorously pushing into me again. My hands drop from his hair and I grab my own, strangled moans stuck in my throat. "God."

"Tobias," he corrects.

He shifts, pressing a kiss to my inner thigh before he looks up at me through his dark lashes. I feel the swirls of frustration already building in my spine.

My legs shake, and he pins them down at my knees, spreading them wide. A moan leaves my mouth as he presses another hot kiss higher, still keeping eye contact with me. I whimper, my head falling back.

He bites down on the flesh close to the apex of my inner thigh, and I grip his hair in a tight fist, my lip securely between my teeth with the building pleasure. His hands move under my legs to grab my hips. "I want you to share every single part of your body with me, Doctor. I want to own it."

"Take it," I moan, his hot breath blowing against my aching core, writhing beneath him. I need him to stop teasing me, to get it on with before I grab his face and forcefully face fuck him. "Please, Tobias."

"Please what?" he asks, dipping his fingers under the material on my hips, slowly pulling the black lace down before he goes back into his position between my legs. "You want me to lick your pussy, don't you?" His tongue runs just a bit to the side of my slit, my sex throbbing for him to move to the left a touch. "You were so sweet on my fingers, Doctor. Tell me what you want me to do."

"Taste me," I say, my voice hoarse, moving my hips up to his mouth. "Please, Tobias.”

His tongue flattens over me, slowly gliding up my wet core, and I gasp. My toes curl from the explosive sensation of his repeated strokes, mouth falling open. The intense feeling stops suddenly, and Tobias looks up at me as he hums, his eyes shutting briefly. "So fucking good. I'm going to make you come with my mouth, and then you're going to ride my cock until you pass out. Is that what you want, Doctor?"

My fingers tighten in his hair, urging him to go back to what he was doing. I nod with a whimpered yes, sucking my bottom lip in anticipation. My eyes roll back again as soon as he closes the distance, sucking on my clit harshly, alternating between pushing his tongue into my entrance and teasing over my bundle of nerves, his thumb circling the sensitive spot while he devours me. "Tobias," I cry out, fire ripping through me as I see stars.

"You react so well to me. So fucking wet."

A string of curse words and moans leaves my mouth, my back arching with each hot lick of his tongue, every muscle contracting as he eases two fingers inside me, keeping his mouth on my clit, sucking, licking, thrusting his fingers into me as I gasp his name.

The tension in my spine heightens, and I tug on his hair, my back arching more, hips raising to meet his fingers.

"You're close, Doctor. Come for me," he commands, his fingers thrusting into me faster, harder, his lips sucking hard on my clit. My legs tense, eyes squeezing shut, a blinding orgasm hitting its peak. My walls clench around his fingers as I pulse through each spasm, ploughing into me vigorously, pushing me over the edge.

"Keep going," he orders, my strangled moans growing louder, my heart completely bounding out of my chest. "Hold on to that feeling." He sits up and presses down below my navel, pumping his fingers into me more aggressively, adding another, stretching me.

His mouth is shiny from my arousal, and he licks his lips while he watches me, his rigid cock pressed against my leg. "All fucking mine," he growls, gritting his teeth as sweat drips down his forehead.

I'm powerless, the stimulation ripping through me,my body on fire. The waves of pleasure bursting through me have me moaning and convulsing on his hand as my entire body spasms, consumed by euphoria.

I raise my head from the bed, my mouth falling open with no sound coming out, my eyes widening as Tobias keeps going, riding my orgasm until the very end.

Tobias retracts his fingers and smirks at me. I'm boneless on the bed. He leans on his side next to me, pushing the cup of my lace bra aside to run his wet fingers over my hardened nipple. The feeling makes me slam my knees together and whimper, still trying to catch my breath. Trailing his fingers from my chest, over my throat, my jaw, he runs his middle finger along my lips. "Open up," he says. "I know you like to taste yourself."

Slowly parting my lips, I groan as Tobias pushes his finger in, pressing down on my tongue. "Suck," he orders, and I comply. I hear him deeply exhale out of his nose when I start to suck, tasting myself.

He stares down at my mouth, his bottom lip between his teeth. He moves his hand away, sits up, and pulls down his shorts, the hard, impressive muscle between his legs hanging free. "I'm going to fuck your mouth now, okay?"

Tobias doesn't give me a chance to move; he sets his knees on each side of my chest, his cock in his firm grip with his other hand woven through my hair, guiding my head until the tip presses against my lips. "Open that mouth for me."

Teasing him, I smile, shaking my head before I lick the swollen crown. He groans, his grip on my hair tightening.

Growling, he gulps as my tongue runs up the underside of his cock, watching his jaw tense when I reach the tip, savoring his precum.

"So beautiful," he says, biting down on his lip and sucking it in. His head falls back when I run my tongue up his length again, tracing the thick veins until I close my mouth over him. "Fuck, Aria."

Rolling my wet tongue around the swollen tip, I suck lightly, popping it back out of my mouth once more, making him huff in frustration. I try to reachup to grab him, but he snatches my wrist, his other hand still in my hair. "No. I want you to touch yourself."

I feel the butterflies return, the ones that have me soaked between my legs. "Again?" I ask, and he nods, easing forward while my lips are parted, the tip touching my teeth. "You're impossible to please," I say against the warm flesh, opening my mouth for him once more.

"Impossible?" He tilts his head and pushes his hips forwards, inch by inch, and I swallow him until he hits the back of my throat, making my eyes water as I gag. "I'll be satisfied when you stop talking, Doctor," he growls, and I narrow my eyes as he smirks downat me.

Using the grip on my hair to control my movements, he slides his thick cock down my tongue, hitting the back of my throat with each thrust.

I continually gag, my core already needing him again. He releases my wrist, and I do as I'm told, reaching down between my legs while I suck on his head. The saltiness on my tongue makes me hum in approval, the vibrations of my mouth causing his eyes to roll.

I plunge two fingers into my wetness, making me suck harder on his crown, swirling my tongue around the head before I swallow him again. My arousal coats my fingers as I circle them over my clit. It's an erotically foreign feeling, pleasuring myself while Tobias thrusts deeper into my mouth, grunting, swearing, his eyes screwed shut as his leg muscles tense.

I spread my legs wider, using both of my hands now to touch myself, Tobias still on his knees above me, rolling his hips erratically. "Fucking... You're..." He struggles with his words, my eyes watering as I stare up at him losing control, blowing out his cheeks as his movements become sloppier, my mouth slippery with saliva.

My eyes flutter closed as I start to feel myself building, the tension in my spine returning in full force. With my thighs crashing together, I moan with him still deep in my mouth. Tobias leans back and forces my legs open, pulling my head with one last thrust, moaning my name repeatedly as his cock stays buried to the hilt, making me gargle as I feel his salty cum runs down my throat.

I lose myself then, my walls contracting around my fingers as Tobias watches me fall apart.

"It wasn't too rough, was it?"

With us both lying on our sides, facing each other, Tobias' fingertips explore my body, running up and down my ribs. I shake my head, licking my lips as I stare at his face. His dimples are deep, his eyes a light shade of blue, almost grey. Although his hair is a mess right now, he's still fuckable, handsome, even.

"I didn't pull your hair too hard?"

Shaking my head again, I reach up to run my fingers through his brown locks. "I liked it.”

He hums deeply, rubbing a palm up and down my arm, wrapping it around my waist to pull me flush against him. He gives me a soft kiss on the lips and presses his forehead to mine. "When do you leave?"

I don’t want to have this discussion with Tobias. I dodged it as much as I could. Although it has only been a few weeks, I do think I'll miss him. Why do I feel emotional at the thought of leaving?

"Next week," I say, hooking my leg over his hip. "My flight's on Thursday night."

"I tried to help," he says, tucking a strand behind my ear before running his palm up my thigh, stopping at my knee on his side. "Doctor Blythe didn't budge."

"I know. I'm sorry."

The corner of his lip tugs up, and he settles his head closer to me on the pillow. "You don't need to say sorry, Aria. It's going to suck when you go, though."

Teasingly, I lean forward and kiss the side of his throat, licking the skin until I reach his earlobe, biting down playfully. "Will you miss me?" I whisper, his body tensing as I reach down to grab his semi hard-on in a firm grip, slowly pumping him in my palm. "Because I might just miss you."

He buries his head in the crook of my neck, running his palm up my spine and grabbing the nape of my neck. When his wet kisses press against my flushed skin, I moan, feeling his lips trail up my jawline until he reaches my lips, instantly diving into a deep, passionate kiss.

I gasp as his free hand drops between my legs, pushing a finger inside me easily. I feel him throb in my hand as I bite down on his bottom lip, tugging it until it snaps back into place. "So wet for me again," he groans before shoving his tongue into my mouth, both tilting our heads to deepen the kiss. Breathlessly, he pulls back for a second. "I need you, Aria," he admits, taking deep breaths as we look into each other's eyes before roughly kissing again.

We stay in this position, consuming each other in every way possible. I'm stuck in a seductive trance I never want to break free from.

Tobias eventually shifts us so he's hovering above me, still knuckle-deep as he curls his fingers, his thumb moving side to side on my clit, making me drop incoherent words against his parted lips.

Pumping his cock in my hand, twisting my wrist when I reach the tip, I feel his head bulge as I smear his precum with my thumb.

Tobias jerks back, and I release him from my hand, looking up at him kneeling between my legs, his fingers still attacking my core. His blue eyes are burning into me, and I gulp, feeling his fingers retract from my sex, making me whimper. "I might lock you up so you can't go back to Scotland."

I giggle, but he cuts me off with his mouth, his tongue pushing past my lips to run along mine. "I might like that too," I tease, my fingers lacing in his hair. He groans against my lips, biting me playfully, and I feel his crown press against my entrance.

"Don't tempt me."

The heat moves up my neck as he trails his lips up to my throat, leaving tingles in their wake. Tobias bites the skin along my jaw playfully, whispering in my ear while pressing himself against my core.

Tobias smirks when he reaches my mouth, and I gasp as he finally eases his head past my soaked entrance, only to instantly pull out again. I groan in displeasure, hooking my ankles around his calves, raising my hips to feel his head press against my clit, a surge of pleasure rushing through me as he grinds up, running the underside up my slit.

"I want you to trust me with your body," he says, leaning up on his elbows to look down at me. I chew on my lip, nodding, knotting my fingers through his hair tighter, watching his eyes flutter closed at the contact. When he looks at me again, his eyes drop to my mouth, his tongue flicking out to lick his own before crashing down on mine, consuming me more than ever before.

With Tobias' lips glued to mine, I roll my hips up, feeling the tip of his length push through my dripping sex once more. The tingling sensation runs up my spine, and I want more, so much more.

"Wait," Tobias breathes, pulling away from me, his hands on each side of my head, still slightly inside. "How many glasses of wine did you drink?"

I've honestly lost count of the number of times we've gotten close to actually having sex, only to be interrupted. Tobias may be confusing me more than anyone I've ever come across, but my God, I'm about to kill him. "Two," I reply bluntly, blinking. "Same as you."

I frown at him as he sits back on his heels, leaving me empty once more. "You're sober, right?"

I can't help the annoyed tone in my voice. "Tobias..."

"I just don't want to fuck you when you're drunk," he admits, lifting a shoulder. "Surely you understand that?"

"And shoving your dick in my mouth an hour ago was okay?" I reply, and he tilts his head at me.

I reach up and intertwine my fingers around his neck, my nose nudging his as his eyes close. I place a kiss against his lips before traveling to the skin below his ear. "Relax," I sigh, pulling him to me and wrapping my legs around his waist. "I'm not drunk, Tobias. I want this."

He shivers at my touch. “Say that again.”

“I want this. I want you.”

Tobias' entire control vanishes, his facial features now calm, gentle, as he runs his thumb along my cheekbone, the corner of his lips curling up, dimples denting deep. The once fierce-looking man is now staring into my soul with adoration, making butterflies go wild inside me.

"You're so beautiful, Aria. I have no idea why you’re letting me anywhere near you."

My heart shouldn't be flipping right now, but it is, and I'm blushing, chewing on my inner cheek. "I could say the same to you. You should be worried about me breaking your heart.”

“Yeah?”

I nod. “Yep. Especially with the way you’re looking at me right now.”

I’m joking, obviously, but his eyes shine through the darkness. “Hmm.”

Humming, he shakes his head and kisses me once again. It's soft, and instead of crushing my mouth, hungrily devouring me, he's passionately claiming my body, making my head sink into the pillow as the underside of his cock rocks against me.

His head pressing to my entrance, he straightens his arms and looks down at me. “You’re sure?”

There’s no cockiness in his voice. No smirking. No boldness that he’s about to fuck my brains out. If anything, he looks worried.

“You’re shaking.”

I slide my hands up his sides as his arms tremble, his breaths rushing out like he’s nervous. “Sorry,” he whispers, closing his eyes and lowering his forehead to mine. “I don’t want to hurt you. And I…” He stops, annoyed with himself. “I’ve only done this with one person.”

“We don’t have to if you’re not comfortable.”

He shakes his head. “I want to,” he replies, and my back arches as he slowly enters me. He eases in, inch by inch, until he fills me. Letting out a burst of air, he places kisses on my throat as he slides out to the tip and thrusts back into me, making me whimper and dig my fingers into his back.

Slow and deep, Tobias thrusts into me as his lips crash down on mine. The fullness, the way his hips push me further into the mattress, the feeling of his body covering mine… My breath hitches, and a gasp spills into his mouth from my own.

I whimper as my spine arches, taking him deeper and making him groan against my ear.

Slowly, Tobias rocks his hips into mine, and I can feel every inch of him filling me. With each thrust comes a warm feeling, the heat creeping up my chest and neck. My eyes stay on his as we watch each other, enjoying the feeling as our bodies finally connect, our eyes burning every time we pull away from a kiss.

"I don't want you to be afraid of me," he admits, panting against my mouth, gripping the pillow on each side of my head. His controlled movements are slow but deep, completely burying himself in me and making my heart rate rocket.

Moaning, I try to reply, but he cuts me off with his mouth once again, his tongue darting past my lips, tilting our heads while our bodies move together.

I expected him to be rough, but his nerves are palpable, and I can feel the shaking of his bones with each thrust and kiss and whimper into my ear. The fact someone like Tobias is nervous about sex pickles my brain.

But there’s also something special about it. He obviously doesn’t screw around, or this wouldn’t be a big deal for him. He’s letting himself have this, and he’s doing it with me.

A warmth builds inside me, and I’m not sure if it’s from the revelation that Tobias might care for me, or if it’s that mixed with how good his cock feels buried inside me, swelling with each rock of our hips.

I feel my walls clenching around him, suffocating his cock each time he ploughs into me, the invisible force between us strengthening, his movements becoming harsher, quicker, more intense. "Fucking hell, Aria," he moans, burying his head into the crook of my neck, panting against the flushed skin. "So fucking...fucking wet."

I can't speak, my voice strangled, my lungs gasping for air as his pace speeds up, pummeling into me erratically, forcing my eyes to roll to the back of my head. My toes curl painfully, every nerve in my body on fire.

I have no idea how I'm going to fly back to Scotland and forget this guy exists. It's like he knows every single action that will drive me crazy, every single part of my body that needs attention, effortlessly making me writhe beneath him, moaning out his name in pure ecstasy.

He knows where to put his mouth to make me soaking wet, where to grab me to make me whimper, how much pressure my throat can take under his grip, just enough to drive me into another blinding orgasm.

I feel my walls close around him, his cock buried deep, his hands gripping my hips as he perches up on his knees. He wraps an arm around the small of my back to lift my hips, the other hand swirling circles around my sensitive clit. "Come for me, Doctor," he growls, his movements quickening as he keeps his cock buried deep, pressing against a spot that sends shockwaves up my spine.

My mouth falls open, our eyes still trained on each other, his blurry form above me. "Tobias," I cry, the sensation too much to handle. "Harder," I beg, my body spasming beneath him, pulsing around his cock.

I can feel his own body tensing as he does as he’s told, his fingers stopping suddenly before he grabs one of my breasts, his other hand still holding me up before he starts to ram himself inside harder, making me scream his name.

I close my eyes when he pulls out of me, spraying cum over my stomach and chest, my head hitting the pillow, panting, breathlessly trying to speak.

I watch Tobias, my lungs slowly refilling. Licking his lips, he lazily rubs his hands over my chest, smearing his cum into my skin before running his thumb along my bottom lip. I dart my tongue out and taste him, humming my approval as my eyes close.

"Do I taste good, Doctor?"

Nodding, I smile up at him, wetting my lips when he removes his thumb.

Tobias grabs a towel and drops down on the bed next to me, perched on his side as he wipes his cum off my body. "Can I see you again?"

"What do you mean? We work in the same ward."

Shaking his head, he shifts to sit on the edge of the bed, wrapping his arms around my legs and pulling me to him. He looks at me, his eyes a dark shade of blue now, nearly overtaken by his dilated pupils. "No, I mean like this," he says, kissing my hip, making those annoying butterflies appear again.

"I leave next Thursday, Tobias. Would it be wise to do that?" I ask, tilting my head at him and cupping his face in my palms. “This will end when I leave. What if we catch feelings?”

For some reason, my words annoy him. He scoffs and forces a derisive laugh.

“You really think you’d break my heart? I’d need to have one first.”