A Baumgartner Christmas (2 page)

“Doc!” she cried, feeling his
finger slip deeper into her ass, just one, the others still doing their work
deep inside her pussy. She imagined his cock there, so much bigger, the stretch
and burn of him, and she shuddered, knowing it wouldn’t be long and he would be
fucking her ass.

“I love your fucking pussy,” he
growled, his tongue flicking at the rigid bud of her clit, sucking at the
juices of her flesh. Carrie curled herself around him, grabbing onto his hair,
her body rocking on the little stool. Doc grabbed her hips to keep them both
from toppling it over, his tongue mashing her clit, burrowing his face between
her legs, the water cascading down his back.

“Doc! Oh!” She fisted her hands
in his hair, rocking up, working for her orgasm. “Make me come!”

He curled his fingers inside of
her, the one in her ass pressed deep, and anchored his mouth over her mound,
the first flutter of her climax clenching the walls of her pussy. Carrie cried
out, letting it overtake her, the hot, wet spasm of her pussy shooting
exquisite flares of pleasure blooming through her veins. She clung to him,
whimpering as his fingers slowly left her pussy and her ass, his head coming up
between her thighs.

He was grinning from ear to ear.

Carrie laughed, putting her arms
around his neck as he leaned in to kiss her, half standing now. She tasted the
hot musk of her pussy on his tongue and she lapped at it, drinking it in,
wrapping her legs around him as he positioned himself between hers. His cock
was in her before she knew what was happening, his aim so good it made her cry
out in surprise.

“Oh fuck baby.” He stopped as he
bottomed out, his mouth crushing hers, his cock throbbing, spearing her so
deeply it almost hurt. Her pussy was swollen from her climax, her labia thick
and pink and rubbed raw from his mouth. When she reached down to touch him, he
groaned, her fingers playing along the pulsing veins of his cock, searching for
that place where she began and he ended, that delightful point where they were
joined.

“Turn over.” He slid out,
grabbing her hips and pulling her to standing. Carrie let him maneuver her onto
her hands and knees on the stool. It was an uneasy perch, but Doc wasn’t
hearing any of her protests. He was searching for entrance, the hot, mushroom
head of his dick making a hot trail between her thighs, seeking deeper heat.

“Yes!” She cried out when he
found her center, invading her pussy from behind, pulling her hard into the
saddle of his hips. Carrie braced herself on the stool for his onslaught and
she wasn’t disappointed. His cock pounded her pussy with brutal force, his
groans mingling with her own, reverberating against the shower walls.

“Oh Doc, that’s so good!” she
gasped, daring to let go with one hand, a dangerous maneuver, but unable to
resist the siren call of her clit, pulsating hotly between her thighs. She
rubbed herself in time with his thrusts, taking him deep, deeper, again, more,
still more, his fierce assault rocking the stool on its legs. “Yes! Fuck! Fuck
me hard, baby! Do it hard!”

She loved it, and he knew it—that
hot pounding of their flesh together, the wet slap of their bodies, the flex of
his thighs against hers, the stroke of his balls against her hand and clit with
every new rush of flesh. He filled her completely, her pussy raw and aching
already from his stiff invasion. She couldn’t get enough of him.

“I want your ass.” He pulled out
quickly, making her squeal in protest, and she glanced back to see him greasing
himself up with soap, a handy lubricant.

If she thought she’d been full
before…

“Oh! God!” She gasped, her toes
curling as he used his thumb against the spongy head of his dick, pressing it
against the clench of her asshole. He felt massive, hazardously huge, and she
took a deep breath, rubbing at her clit, trying to relax and take him.

“Easy,” he murmured, moving his
hips slowly forward. She felt his thighs trembling and she trembled with him,
knowing the savage desire he was holding back as he took it inch by inch.
“Steady, girl. That’s it. Open it up for me. Ohhhh fuck, yeah, just like that.”

It burned and stretched and then
he was in, rushing past that hot clamp and pressing inside, leveraging himself
against her ass. She arched and bit her lip against the pain. It was a brief
stabbing thing, fading away to a gentle pulse, and then he was fucking her, his
breath coming far too hot and fast for it to last very long.

“Doc,” she whimpered, rubbing her
clit in furious circles, hoping to catch up to him. She loved the sounds he
made, those low, guttural cries, like a wild animal, growing more savage by the
moment. “Oh, please, please, please!”

She didn’t even know what she was
begging him for. She was too far gone, delirious with wanting him.

“Baby,” he gasped, working his
cock through the constricted band of her asshole again and again, driving into
her humid depths. “Oh fuck! Baby! Gonna come!”

And then he was filling her, the
primal thrust of his hips driving her against the tile wall, his cock sunk deep
and spewing white hot lava into her asshole. Carrie sobbed with the force of
it, his hands gripping her ass, his fingers bruising her hips, his body giving
another vicious shudder as he spent himself completely inside of her.

“Oh god,” she whispered, licking
her lips and looking back at him. “Oh baby, that was so hot. I want to come so
bad.”

He moaned and slid out of her
ass, his cock visibly throbbing and still half-hard against his thigh as he
turned her around on the stool again, his mouth poised over her pussy. She
squirmed happily, still urgently working her clit toward orgasm, anticipating
the hot press of his tongue to take her right over the edge.

That’s when Doc’s beeper went
off.

“Oh my god, Doc, no, don’t you
dare!”

He let out a frustrated groan,
but yanked the shower curtain open anyway, reaching for it. His beeper was
sitting on the side of the sink, next to his razor. Carrie sighed, leaning her
head back against the wet tile.

“I’m sorry.” Doc was already
rinsing off, his beeper back in its place. “I’ve got to go.”

“The hospital?” She knew, of
course. Who else?

He sighed, getting out. “Yeah.”

“Are you
sure
you want to
be a doctor.” She sighed, using her foot to turn the shower off. The water was
getting cold anyway.

“I’m sorry, baby,” he apologized.
She watched the towel making its way over the hard planes of his chest, the
ridges of his belly, his cock still persistently half-hard as he rubbed himself
dry.“I’ll make it up to you tonight. I promise.”

“Tonight?” She made a face,
pulling her knees up to her chest and resting her chin on them. “We’ve got that
Christmas thing tonight, don’t we?”

“Damnit, that’s right.” Doc ran a
comb through his dark curls. She loved the way that little Elvis-curl fell over
his forehead. “I can’t bail. I promised Wilson we’d be there for moral
support.”

Carrie rolled her eyes. “Is he
still pining over that Chlamydia chick?”

“Camille.” Doc smirked, grabbing
his boxers and pulling them on.

“Same difference.”

“I wouldn’t want to work with my
ex.” Doc yanked on his scrub pants, making it final—he was going to work and
there was nothing she could do about it.

“No, it sucks for him,” she
agreed, trying anyway. She couldn’t get the memory of him out of her mind, his
cock pounding her ass. She leaned back on the stool, spreading her thighs wide,
showing him as much pink as she could.

“Damnit, Carrie…” He was
definitely distracted, his scrubs shirt caught halfway down his chest. His
voice was choked, pleading. “Will you stop?”

“I can’t…” She whimpered, her
fingers parting her pussy lips, showing him, teasing the aching bud of her
clit. “It feels too good…”

Doc groaned, checking the time on
his beeper and then looking back at her as she played with herself. “I’m gonna
get in so much trouble.”

But he dove in anyway, his scrubs
getting wet where he leaned against the side of the tub, pulling her pussy
against his mouth. He went straight for the win, his tongue practiced and sure,
giving her just what she wanted—what she
needed.

“Yes,” she whispered, drawing her
knees up, spreading wide for him. Her belly quivered, her thighs spasming, her
climax so close she could almost taste it, but she wanted to hold off, wanted
him here, wanted it to last forever and ever…

“I love your cunt.” His dirty
talk sent shockwaves through her body, ratcheting her senses up even higher.
“So fucking hot.”

He spit on her pussy, as if she
wasn’t wet enough, and then swooped back in, rubbing his face all over her
flesh. Carrie whimpered, trying to hold off, knowing it was impossible. He was
going to get what he came for, whether she liked it or not.

“Gonna come,” she panted, her
eyes closing. “Oh baby, I’m gonna come all over your face!”

And that’s just what she did,
giving him what they both wanted, her body convulsing with electric heat, her
husband a conduit. She fed him every last bit of her orgasm, sliding off the
stool to the floor of the tub near the end, collapsing into a sweet, wet puddle
of jelly at his feet.

“There.” Doc grinned, wiping his
face with the back of his hand. “That should hold you for a little while.”

“You wish!” She called, her
hoarse voice belying her words, as Doc rushed out to get dressed.

“What are you doing today?” Doc
called from the bedroom.

“Laundry.” Carrie got out, drying
off and wrapping a towel around her head, coming out of the bathroom to find
him sitting on the bed, pulling his socks on. Her body was still flushed from
her climax.

He frowned. “Sure you don’t want
to wait for me?”

“Baby, if I wait for you, neither
of us will have any underwear.” Carrie snorted. “Besides, I have a laundry
date.”

“Oh?” Doc paused, his foot only
half in his shoe. “Who’s the lucky guy?”

She grinned. “Daphne.”

“Oh, Daphne.” He grinned back.
“You can fold her up and bring her home in a basket with you if you want.”

“Very funny.” She whipped the
towel off her head, using it to rub her hair dry.

Doc came up behind her, wrapping
his arms around her waist and nuzzling her neck. “Can you at least accidentally
get some of her panties mixed in with our laundry? Preferably dirty ones?”

“Doc!” She laughed, twisting in
his arms, mock-pouting. “You’d rather have her panties than mine?”

“Of course not.” He scoffed,
kissing her softly, drawn in by her mouth, her tongue. “But I wouldn’t mind
seeing your panties next to hers… especially if you’re both in them…”

“You’re incorrigible.” She
pressed herself fully against him, breathing in shampoo and aftershave and
another smell that was just wholly and completely “him.” It was a scent that
lingered about him and one she craved. She wouldn’t have admitted it, but
sometimes when he was gone, she would go to his closet and bury her face in his
shirts, a sensory reminder.

He kissed the top of her wet
head. “You know I love you and would do anything for you.”

“Oh, don’t mind me,” she said
airily, stepping out of the circle of his arms and stepping into a pair of
panties. “I’ll just carry those big, heavy baskets to the Laundromat all by
myself…”

He rolled his eyes, putting his
wallet and keys and things into his pockets. “You’re a very bad girl.”

“A bad girl?” Carrie crawled
seductively up onto the bed, presenting her ass to him like she had in the
shower, this time with the stretch of pink panties over her behind, looking
back at him with a smirk on her face. “A bad girl who needs a spanking?”

“Trouble,” Doc muttered, his eyes
getting that dark, wolfish look again. “I married trouble, I’m telling you.”

“But you love trouble.” She waved
her behind at him, a tease.

“You have no idea.” Doc groaned,
tackling her on the bed, making her squeal and kick beneath him as he kissed
her quiet.

Carrie smiled, tracing the line
of his lips as they parted. “Go save the world.”

“Only if you promise you’ll be
waiting for me when I get home.”

“Always.” She kissed the tip of
his nose.

Doc pressed his forehead to her
breasts, nuzzling. “I’m a lucky man.”

“Go,” she whispered, trying to
ignore the sweet sensations traveling from her nipples to her clit as he
caressed her. “Before I decide to lock the door and tie you to the bed.”

“Promises, promises.” He lifted
his head to kiss her again, briefly, before bolting for the door.

Carrie sighed, languishing on the
bed for a moment, running her hands over her body, remembering the way he
touched her, wishing they could have had a quiet, uneventful Saturday together.
She hated when Doc had to rush off to the hospital, but that was the life of a
first-year on-call resident—there was no getting around it—and in spite of the
inconvenient hours and calls, she knew her man was following his calling, doing
just what he was born to do. Somehow that made up for the empty feeling when he
had to leave her like this.