Story Title: Moonlight
Summary: Dr. Edward Cullen, attending to Dr. Bella Swan, has a secret fetish for the young resident. Dr. Swan thinks he's a gorgeous jerk. Both have sexy secrets that, once revealed, will change the entire course of their relationship. E/B pairing.
Disclaimer: The author does not own any publicly recognizable characters herein. No copyright infringement is intended.
BPOV
"Dr. Swan," I heard, the voice as deeply melodic as it was stern.
"What? I mean, sir?" I asked, willing my voice to remain steady.
"I asked you a question. What I shouldn't need to do is repeat myself," Dr. Cullen spoke, his tone frustrated.
"Scleroderma," I heard whispered from beside me by Dr. Weber—Angela, my friend and fellow first-year resident.
"Scleroderma," I said loudly, confidently.
"Correct. But next time, listen to my question rather than relying on others to give you the answers," Dr. Cullen said. "Now, do you even know what you just answered?" He asked, his sea-foam green eyes staring at me so intensely that I felt myself shake.
It was a pity he was so fucking handsome. If he didn't have such an awful personality, I might actually be attracted to the man. As it was, he was my attending and the most dull, predictable, and unnecessarily angry person I'd ever encountered.
Dr. Edward Cullen always looked exactly the same—reddish brown hair with strands of grey throughout, cropped short and combed neatly. His eyes almost matched the scrubs he wore daily under his long, white lab coat, a pristine stethoscope hanging from his neck.
He was tall, easily over six feet. He was 42, never married, and worked constantly. I never saw him sitting, drinking coffee, or eating. I was sure that was reserved for his office, but he never did anything in front of anyone that wasn't directly related to treating a patient.
His bedside manner was nearly as cold as his instruction to his residents, but still he was a world-renowned doctor and one of the most highly rated and sought-after physicians in the country.
I was lucky enough to even be a resident in the same hospital where he worked, let alone be under his tutelage.
"You, um, you asked about common, uh...overlap diseases with Lupus?" I stuttered, wishing I hadn't been so focused on my charts. I was exhausted, and I was desperately attempting to catch up on all my patients.
He chuckled, not out of humor. No, this was pure annoyance.
"I asked, Dr. Swan, about this patient," he said, nodding to the young girl lying in a bed, hooked to a ventilator, almost peaceful if not for the dire situation her body was in. "And what disease has gone undiagnosed in her for years. The reason she is now in need of a lung transplant," he finished. "It wasn't a difficult question; in fact, it was one of the easiest of the day, and yet you still couldn't pull the answer from that head of yours. Is your head filled completely with air, Dr. Swan, or are you just that incompetent?" Dr. Cullen finished.
My cheeks were no doubt a violent shade of pink as the other residents in our group looked at me, some with pity, most just happy these remarks weren't directed at them.
"No, sir," I said, my anger bubbling into my frustration and exhaustion.
"Are you bored, then, Dr. Swan? Is that why you can't seem to answer a simple question?" He asked.
I could feel my blood pressure rising, feel the flush of my face, the hot tears threatening to spill over. I tended to cry when I was mad, and right now I was fucking fuming.
"Are you saying you're boring, Dr. Cullen?" I said before I could even consider my words, and the malice that took over his face made me regret it, at least a little.
"Bella," Angela hissed beside me, a warning.
Dr. Cullen stepped forward, all the residents parting as he stalked toward me.
His body was so close that I could feel the heat of him, smell the peppermint on his breath, mixed with...cigarette smoke? I wondered briefly where and how he snuck away to do that undetected.
"You will not talk to me like that, Dr. Swan. I am your superior, and as such, I demand respect. This is my hospital, and you are merely a visitor. Do I make myself clear?" He spewed, his breath fanning over me.
God he was gorgeous. I hated him. But apparently my nipples didn't, and I was grateful for my lab coat in this moment.
I just nodded my head.
"Speak, dammit. Answer me when I'm talking to you," he demanded.
"Yes, Dr. Cullen," I said, much too loudly. I was glaring right back into his eyes, and the blaze of his stare mixed with the raw anger on his beautiful face made me throb.
Fuck him for being so hot and rude.
He huffed a breath before turning and waking away, saying nothing, and expecting us all to follow him.
"Bella, what the fuck?" Angela whispered quietly beside me.
"I don't know. He just gets under my fucking skin so bad. I hate him," I grumbled, because I did.
I didn't care if he was brilliant, known around the world for his work, and exceptionally good looking. He acted like a vicious troll, and even if it was his tactic to terrorize his residents, the whole asshole doctor shtick was overdone.
"Clearly. But you should be careful, B. He holds a lot of power over you," Angela said quietly.
"I know. I know, Ang," I mumbled.
I wondered if there was anyone in his life that held that kind of power over him, or if he preferred to dominate everyone he met.
Fucking jerk.
The rest of the day went by, thankfully, without incident. I had to get home and get ready for a long night of work, and I felt exhausted just thinking about tomorrow, being back here first thing in the morning.
At least I had the next few days off. I had some serious studying to catch up on.
I walked to my car—a piece of shit Honda I'd been driving since undergrad—and flopped into the driver's seat, grateful for even just a few minutes off my feet.
I turned on the air, the summer heat clouding my car in a haze. I was going to need a shower before work.
As I was riding down the ramps of the parking garage, I passed Dr. Cullen walking briskly, looking determinedly at his phone.
I slowed, waiting to see if I could catch which car he'd get into. The sleek black Mercedes? The bright red BMW? Probably that boring ass grey Volvo.
I was shocked, though, when I heard the loud roar of a motorcycle and saw it turn the corner in the parking garage, racing past me with Dr. Cullen sitting expertly atop it.
I guess we all have our secrets.
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EPOV
I was glad I drove my bike today. I needed to blow off some fucking steam.
I was finally heading home after 18 hours on the floor. Physically I was exhausted. Mentally, I was keyed the fuck up.
Dr. Isabella fucking Swan. Why I let her get under my skin the way she did, I hadn't a clue.
I knew she'd been studying her charts earlier and missed my question. She was smart as hell—one of my best residents in years, truth be told. But I could see the dark circles under her eyes, the slump of her body under the baggy scrubs. She was burnt the fuck out.
She'd find her way eventually. First year residency was fucking hard. I remembered those days.
I didn't know what she did when she wasn't at the hospital, but I imagined her in an apartment as shabby as the car she drove, nose in a book. She knew every question I asked her and many that I didn't.
Today had been an off day for her, and I took advantage of her. I don't know what made me do it.
But the fucking fury in her eyes when I got in her face? I'd be stroking my dick with that image in mind for weeks.
I was rock hard already, and the feel of my bike under me made me all the more horny. I couldn't wait to get home and beat off in the shower—the only release I've had for months.
When I had time away from work, I did fine finding women to bury my dick in. But lately, no one seemed good enough. No one had the right chocolate brown eyes, the long, silky brunette hair, the heart-shaped face begging to be coated in my cum.
Fuck me, I wanted Dr. Swan in a desperate mother fucking way. I had never, not once, even considered fucking a resident. But everything changed with her.
Her ass was thick and round under those frumpy scrubs. Sometimes I asked her to check the patients' catheter bags just so I could watch her bend over.
I'd get home and stroke my dick, wishing I had her bent over. I'd spray the shower wall with the cum I wished I was pumping into her.
This reaction to her wasn't healthy, and I had no fucking clue how to fix it. I couldn't get that beautiful, sexy creature out of my head for anything.
Tonight I was going to do something I hadn't done in a while. If a strip club full of bouncing tits didn't get her out of my mind, maybe a lap dance would. I was genuinely desperate at this point.
—
I parked my bike several blocks away, pulled my ball cap low, and walked briskly towards the flashing neon lights.
I hadn't been here in years, but as far as strip joints went, it was one of the more exclusive ones in the area.
It wasn't cheap to get in, but it was worth it, if for no other reason than the anonymity it provided.
I paid the cover and the bouncer let me in. The club was already dark and thrumming with loud, erotic music. I walked around, smirking at the crowd of horny assholes close to the stage, tossing money at their fantasies come to life.
I found a dark corner, a comfy leather seat with no one around, a small table in front of it.
When a scantily clad waitress came by, I ordered a Jack and Coke. I didn't feel much like drinking, but at least it'd be something to do.
The girls on the stage were beautiful, but they weren't doing a thing for my limp dick. I'd beat it into submission before I left the house, thoughts of Dr. Swan swirling around in my head until I had a load of cum circling the drain.
God, just thinking about her had me growing hard in my jeans, and I focused on the girls dancing ahead of me. There was a blonde with gigantic tits currently upside down on a pole, her nipples hard as she slid her naked pussy down the steel.
There was another woman with long, gorgeous dark hair, her ebony skin coated in a soft shimmer that was catching in the lights. Her tits were out, her nipples large and dark. My dick swelled at the sight of them, thinking about one in my mouth.
I took a sip of my drink to keep myself from rubbing my cock over my jeans as she did a split on the floor, her ass cheeks bouncing around a mere sliver of a G-string.
There was no denying that both of the women on stage were sexy as fuck.
But they weren't who I wanted, and as rock hard as my dick was, I knew I'd be going back home to abuse it some more at the thoughts of the brunette doctor who I couldn't get out of my head.
A delicate female voice came over the music then.
"Give it up for these beauties, Aurora Rose and Ella Elektra!"
The men around the stage cheered and continued to toss bills at the beautiful women as they both leaned down, putting their tits in the men's faces.
Aurora Rose held her giant breasts together and let the men slip money between them as she giggled at them, letting the horny bastards graze her big, pink nipples as they did.
Ella Elektra turned and bent over, shaking her gorgeous backside in their faces as they slid bills into the side of her G-string and rubbed their insatiable hands across her cheeks.
The women eventually left the stage, and the lights dimmed as several men sat down or walked away, presumably to finish themselves off in the bathroom. Horny pieces of shit.
Once the stage was cleared of all the money, the announcer came back on.
"Alright, you horny fuckers. It's the moment you've all been waiting on. Put your hands together for the sexy, the incredible, the dazzling Princess Belle!"
The crowd hollered and cheered, the greedy men nearly foaming at the mouth as the spotlight landed on a heavy, velvet curtain.
Sultry music started as a long, creamy leg poked through the opening. Princess Belle's skin was white as snow in the blinding light shining on her.
The curtains opened slowly and out stepped the dancer. She was more modestly dressed than I expected, though no less sexy.
She had a long, sheer robe on, a dark green color with giant furs lining it at all seams.
Her hair was long, dark brown and curled in a demure, vintage style, falling in long waves around her.
Her face was hidden behind a masquerade mask, so all I could see was the fair skin of her cheeks and the bright red lips, full and plump.
She was in tall heels, and the sheer robe revealed very small undergarments leaving little to the imagination.
She was perfect, and I couldn't keep my eyes off her.
My dick was throbbing and she hadn't even taken any clothes off yet.
Princess Belle swung a leg around the pole, letting her robe fall open to reveal her supple skin. Her stomach was tight and small, only to swell at her hips. Her ass was plump, juicy.
She delicately jumped and twirled around the pole, effortlessly gliding.
The glitter on her mask caught the lights, and the room was thrumming as they tossed more money at her, cheering her on.
Princess Belle used her legs to hold onto the pole and bent backwards so that she was upside down, letting her robe fall completely off.
Her tits were full and I could see a sliver of her nipple peeking around the tiny fabric of her top.
I wanted this woman in a desperate way. It was no wonder the crowd loved her so much.
She was elegant, sexy, and the most ethereal fucking creature in this room.
She slid down from the pole into a split then, her backside facing the crowd.
She leaned forward and shook her thick ass against the stage. The further forward she leaned, the more of her pussy could be seen. I was practically salivating at the site. I wanted to stick my face there and taste her so badly I was shaking.
Fuck me, I had to have this woman.
She turned then, and stood up, jiggling her tits before reaching behind her to untie the shimmering bikini top.
She tossed it at the crowd, and I felt pre-cum leaking from my cock at the sight of her perfect tits.
I envisioned pulling her taut nipples into my mouth, swirling my tongue around them.
When she pushed her breasts together, I thought about how amazing it would feel to shove my dick between them. I wanted to titty fuck her until my hot cum shot all over her face, down her fucking throat, into her hair.
She twirled some more around the pole, letting the crowd eat up her swaying hips and incredible tits.
She was a fucking vision, and suddenly I wished I was closer to the stage.
After she stepped away from the pole, she pulled at the tiny strings that kept her bottoms tied, letting them fall, letting the fabric billow to the stage.
Clad only in the shimmering mask, her voluptuous body writhed around the stage.
Her naked pussy looked delectable, and I couldn't stop myself from palming my cock over my jeans.
I was so entranced in the goddess on stage that I barely noticed the waitress approach.
"She's something, isn't she?" The woman asked. She was barely wearing more than the girls on stage had been, her long hair curly and fiery red.
"How much?" I asked, nodding to the woman on stage, giving the guests one more show while she twirled on the pole.
"Princess Belle doesn't usually do private dances," the waitress said. "But you can get a nice one from one of our other girls for $1,000," she told me.
This place was proud of its girls, and I appreciated that it wasn't cheap.
"I'll pay ten for her," I said, nodding again to the masked beauty on stage.
"Grand?" The waitress sputtered.
I nodded.
There was something about her—something I knew would satisfy me.
I just hoped she'd be willing to do a little more than dance for me, but if her beautiful breasts in my face and her pussy rubbing my clothed cock were all I could get, I'd fucking take it. I needed to feel this woman on me somehow.
"Let me talk to the boss. See what I can find out," she said.
"I'd really appreciate it," I told her with a wink, slipping her a large bill.
She smirked and walked away.
I turned my attention back to the stage, where Princess Belle continued to give a show.
Money was fluttering all around her, but she expertly danced around it, giving the audience what they came for.
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BPOV
"Yo Bella, I know you're going to say no—"
"No," I said quickly, shutting Jake down. I was 100% not interested in whatever he was about to ask. I just wanted to get dressed, grab some food, and get home to bed. It was late and I was done.
"Bella, listen. There's a dude out there willing to pay 10 G's for you," Jake said.
"What? Ten thousand dollars?" I asked.
Our private dances were expensive, but that was nine times the going rate.
"Yup. So, I suggest you think long and hard, cause that all goes into your pocket," Jake said, grinning around the toothpick that sat in the corner of his mouth.
Jake was the big boss here—muscled, gorgeous, and not in the least interested in any of us. He appreciated the art form of stripping, and he vowed to always keep us safe and respected. As far as bosses went, he was one of the best.
"I don't know, Jake. That money is awesome, but you know I don't do private dances," I told him.
I'd been moonlighting here since I turned 20. I never saw myself on a stripper pole, taking my clothes off for strangers, but once I started, the money was too addicting to quit.
Other than the clunker of a car I drove, I had a nice apartment, nice clothes, and most importantly, my med school tuition was paid in full.
I grew up in foster care, so I had no real family to help. I did well in school and got scholarships for undergrad, but if I had any hope of getting through medical school, I had to do something.
One of my foster sisters helped me get in here, and I hadn't looked back.
I'd been worried about taking my clothes off on stage, but it turned out to be the easiest part compared to learning to dance on a pole.
I was one of the more popular dancers here, mainly because I only worked a few nights a week. Absence makes the dick grow harder and all that.
But I didn't do private dances.
My rules, now that I was established here, were simple. I danced alone, and I didn't suck anyone's dick.
I was only here to make money dancing, and I made plenty of it without bouncing my ass on some geezer's lap.
But no one had ever made an offer like this before, and I'd become accustomed to a lifestyle that ten grand could help sustain.
The only reason I drove my shitty car to work was so that none of my colleagues grew suspicious. Residents didn't usually have nice cars unless it came from mommy and daddy's money, and I wasn't prepared to give myself away.
No one knew about this part of my life, and I intended to keep it that way. I wasn't ashamed of what I did, but I didn't need the drama it would invite into my already chaotic and stressful life.
"Come on, Bells. It's good ass money, and Vic said the guy is a total stud," Jake urged.
"Have you seen her boyfriend? A greasy blonde ponytail and a dirty tank top over a beer belly are not really my ideas of 'stud', Jake," I told him.
"Suit yourself. It's good money, though. I wouldn't turn it down," he shrugged.
"What's good money?" Rosalie asked, walking over. She'd wiped her face clean, her hair piled into a bun, and she was in a t-shirt and yoga pants. How I envied her.
"Some dude is offering $10k for a private dance from Bella," Jake told her.
"Ten grand! Bella don't be an idiot. Go bounce on that man's dick," Alice—or Ella Elektra as others knew her—said. She was still topless, her giant breasts standing proudly on display.
"That's easy for both of you to say. You do this all the time. You even have regulars. This is probably just some sleazeball with a stripper kink," I said.
"You think we don't have regulars with kinks?" Rose asked. "I have one who comes in every month, pays a grand, and then makes me take off my clothes so he can wear them. He puts them on and dances on me. And you know what? He's the nicest customer I have. We all have our kinks, Bella," Rose defended.
"True. Remember Mr. Banner?" Alice asked.
"Yeah. Didn't he die last year?" I asked.
"Yep. He was 97. He only requested me, because I reminded him of the black woman he was in love with back in the day. He couldn't be with her, but he still thought about her. And you know what? He paid a grand for me to sit in that room with him for an hour while we cuddled, he played with my hair, and he told me stories of her. Not all kinks are bad—or even kinky," Alice shrugged. "This man just might be really fascinated by you. And you know Jake's rules. If you don't consent or he does something fucked up, he's out."
"Fine. Fucking fine. This better be worth it," I said to Jake.
"Good deal, B," he nodded, stepping out of the dressing room and going to, presumably, take our paying customer to the executive suite.
It was the nicest room in the place.
Dark, luxurious red leather upholstered a wall to wall couch built in, and there was another pole in the room.
There was also a full bar for the paying customers to partake.
There was even a big bed covered in silk sheets and a sex swing in there for the more adventurous girls and their customers.
I had only ever hung out there in off hours, but never danced in there.
I just hoped I wasn't about to dance on some sweaty, gross perv.
I went into the dressing room and took off my robe. I found a sparkly black top and G-string at my dressing station and slid them on.
I decided to pull my mask back on—if he'd liked me out there, he'd probably appreciate staying in character for this.
My lipstick hadn't budged but I powdered my sweaty face and used a rag to freshen up.
"Bella, you ready? He's in there waiting," Jake said.
I nodded and followed him to the executive room. Jake opened the door for me, and I stepped in.
The lights were dim, and all I saw was the silhouette of a man in the corner.
He looked tall and lean. I couldn't see his face.
My heart started pounding, my nerves picking up. I'd only ever done this a few times before in my earlier days—and those had been $20 lap dances.
I suddenly wasn't so sure I was capable of meeting $10,000 expectations.
"Hello, Princess Belle," I heard, and the voice had an eerie familiarity to it. It was rich, sexy, smooth.
"Hi, mister...?" I said, trailing off.
"You can call me Doctor," he said, and I had to suppress a laugh.
Great, some guy living out his fantasy of being a doctor. Did that make me a patient? A nurse? Surely, he wouldn't like that fact that I really was a doctor. That would emasculate the shit out of him.
"Hi, Doctor," I said, letting my voice drop low and sultry.
"Come here, gorgeous," he said, and suddenly I didn't really care what fantasy he wanted out of this. His voice alone was making my pussy tingle.
This might not suck after all.
I walked forward slowly. The dimness of the room and my lack of peripheral vision from my mask made the task a little more difficult.
His legs opened, and he spread his arms across the backs of the couch. He looked relaxed but still somehow tense.
"What can I do for you tonight, Doctor?" I asked, stepping forward into his open legs.
He had a ball cap on and kept it so low that I could only just see his mouth in the darkness.
"Can you turn around for me, angel? I'd love to feel that incredible ass rubbing on my cock," he said hoarsely.
His voice was pure sex, and I could feel myself start to shake. Up close I could tell that he wasn't at all the sleazy old pervert I assumed.
Well, he may still be a sleazy pervert. But from here, he was sexy as fuck.
I did as he asked and turned around, facing away from him.
I bent over and put a hand on each of his knees, giving him a prime view of my ass.
The G-string I was wearing cut between my pussy lips, so I knew he was seeing them, too.
I heard him groan as I started to sway to the soft, low music playing in the room.
"Do you like that, Doctor?" I asked.
"Fuck yes," he whispered.
I stood up a little then, bending so that I was rubbing my ass against him.
I could feel a monster cock under his jeans, and my pussy started to throb.
There weren't any rules that said we couldn't fuck the customers. Jake pretty much told us to do what we wanted, as long as it was consensual.
We had a panic button nearby just in case, but otherwise, we could do what we felt comfortable with behind these closed doors.
I couldn't believe myself, but at the feel of the hard cock against my ass, I was kind of hoping the Doctor would let me see it.
"Fuck, just like that. Can I touch you?" He asked as I continued to grind against him, my hands on his knees.
"Please," I whimpered, and immediately I felt large, warm hands on my hips.
He pulled me harder onto him so that his cock was right between my ass cheeks, and we both moaned.
"Lean back, gorgeous," he said, and I did exactly as he said, letting his hands slide around to my stomach.
"I want to touch your tits. Can I touch your beautiful tits, Princess Belle?" He asked as I roughly rubbed against him.
"Fuck yes," I moaned. I didn't know what was coming over me, but the erotic voice and the strong thighs I was sitting on had me ready to get my pussy pounded by this stranger.
He reached up then, sliding his fingers under small scraps of fabric covering my nipples and lifting it up and over my head.
His hands grabbed my breasts, my hard nipples between his long fingers as he squeezed and pulled.
"Do you like that, baby?" He asked.
"Yes, Doctor. Feels so good," I said, my hand reaching behind me and feeling for his head. My fingers wove into his hair.
He moved one hand and pulled my hair off my neck, his breath warm against my bare skin.
"Can I taste you, Princess Belle?" He asked.
I nodded and then felt soft lips and a warm tongue against my neck.
"You're fucking delicious," he whispered. "But that's not where I want a taste, angel," he said.
I slowed my movements, briefly contemplating if I was about to let this man eat my pussy.
"Stand up and bend over for me," he commanded, and fuck if I wasn't ready to give him what he wanted.
I stood, put my hands on his knees, and bent forward again.
I felt his hands on my ass, rubbing my cheeks softly before his mouth started kissing and licking my bare ass.
"Fuck, your ass is perfect. I bet your pussy is perfect, too. Can I taste your pussy, angel?" He asked.
My only answer was to whimper and back closer to him as his hands and mouth lavished my ass cheeks with wet kisses.
He pulled my G-string to the side, and before I could even catch my breath, his tongue was in my cunt.
I was dripping wet, and the feel of his mouth on me was making it hard for me to stand.
He was moaning as he devoured me, his tongue drilling into my tight hole before easing down to my clit.
He pulled my clit with his lips and sucked, then licked back to my entrance. I thought he'd stop there, but then he licked my asshole, and I groaned loud.
"Fuck, don't stop," I begged.
He licked from hole to slit to clit and back, over and over until I finally screamed out, my cum gushing out of me and coating his face.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," I moaned, my legs shaking as he licked me until I couldn't take anymore.
"That was the sexiest fucking thing I've ever seen, angel," he said, and I stood on shaky legs.
I couldn't believe I was supposed to be dancing for this man and instead he'd paid ten grand to eat the actual fuck out of my pussy.
I really hoped he wasn't done with me, because I was completely ready to ride this man's dick.
I turned then, and he was watching me. In the light I could still only see his mouth, glistening with my pussy juices. He'd pulled his hat back on.
"You feel like taking a ride, angel?" He asked.
"Fuck yes," I said, stepping forward.
"Take off that mask, beautiful. I want to see your face while I fill that sweet pussy with my cock," he said.
I did as he said, and my eyes adjusted to the dim light around me. As soon as I looked at him, he tipped his hat back and caught my eyes.
We both gasped.
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EPOV
"Dr. Cullen?" She said at the same time as I whispered a hoarse "fuck."
"What the fuck?" She squealed, backing away and covering herself with her arms.
I stood up then, realizing I had to say something.
"Dr. Swan, I..."
"You what? What the fuck are you doing here? How'd you know I was here? Why didn't you fucking say something before I just stuck my whole pussy in your fucking mouth?" She cried, still desperately trying to cover herself.
"I swear I didn't know it was you. I had no idea you worked here. You've been in the mask the entire time. I just...I just wanted the brown-haired goddess I'd been watching on stage," I admitted.
"You really paid ten grand for me? What is this? Are you going to leverage this against me? Try to get me kicked out of my residency?" She asked, her voice shaking.
"What? No, of course not! Dr. Swan—"
"I'm naked and you just ate the fuck out of my pussy. Please just call me Bella," she said through gritted teeth.
"Bella, I promise I didn't know it was you. You were just so fucking sexy up there," I told her honestly.
"Is this something you do often, Dr. Cullen?" She asked.
"Edward. Please call me Edward. And no, I don't come here or to any place like this ever. And I certainly don't buy lap dances. Tonight is different," I said softly.
"Why?" She demanded.
"Because I was trying to get someone else out of my mind, and you reminded me of her. I thought maybe a night with you would help," I admitted.
"Who on earth did I remind you of? Some porn star you're obsessed with?" She asked accusingly.
"If you must know, it's you. The doctor version of you. I think about you often, and I was trying to get you out of my fucking head," I told her. No use hiding it now.
"Me? But you treat me like shit. You're rude and arrogant and today you made me feel horrible. You hate me," she said softly.
"I don't hate you. Not even a little bit. Might be easier if I did," I told her.
"Then why are you so awful to me?"
"Because you can handle it. You argue back. You aren't afraid of me. And you're the most brilliant doctor I know. I do it to keep you motivated," I told her. It was the truth.
"Well I'm glad your torment has a reason. But I think you should go. I need to go say a few prayers that you don't use this against me. I'll tell Jake to refund your money," she said, turning to walk out.
"Bella, wait!" I said to her, and she turned.
"I don't want the money back. And I'm never going to tell anyone about this," I promised.
"Then what do you want?" She asked.
"You. I want to finish what we started. I want to fuck you until neither of us can move," I told her.
"Fuck," she whispered.
"That's the idea," I grinned.
"I'm not fucking you for money. Despite what just happened, I don't usually do this. And I've never fucked a customer. I only dance for the money. It pays good and I can keep myself out of debt for school," she said.
"I figured as much. I'm not judging you, Bella. Not at all. I think it's pretty badass of you, actually," I told her.
"Yeah?" She asked.
"Definitely. Now, I completely understand if you want to leave. I'm still not taking the money back, but I will absolutely leave you alone. This is your work and I respect that, and if you want me to fuck off, just say the words," I told her.
Bella stood quietly in front of me, no doubt evaluating what a fucking perv she thought I was.
"I don't," she said finally.
"You don't what?" I asked.
"I don't want you to fuck off," she said softly.
"What do you want then, Bella?" I asked.
She dropped her arms to her sides, giving me a full view of her giant breasts and her wet pussy.
"I want to finish what we started," she said, stalking towards me.
She walked us backwards until my legs hit the couch, and I sat, watching as she stood over me.
My dick was harder than it'd ever been, and if I didn't take it out soon, it was going to bust the zipper of my jeans.
"Do you want this, Bella?" I asked her softly.
"Yes. I have ever since the first day of residency," she told me.
"Tell me what to do, then. I'm yours," I assured her. I'd do anything she asked me.
"You can start by taking out that giant cock of yours," she purred.
I needed no further instruction, and I unzipped my pants, pulling my cock free of my pants.
"Holy fuck, Doctor," she whimpered.
"You want to fuck me, angel? Slide that gorgeous, juicy cunt down my cock?"
"Shut up, Doctor," she commanded. "If we are doing this, I'm calling the shots. You do what I say," she told me.
She didn't wait for an answer before she spread her legs on either side of mine and lowered herself, letting my cock slide between her pussy lips.
"Fuck," I moaned, the heat of her more than I could have ever imagined.
She moved back and forth on my cock while I held her hips, letting her control the movements as she slid me against her clit, between her wet lips.
"Suck on my tits," she demanded, and I greedily buried my head against her, letting my tongue ravish her nipples.
"That's right, Doctor. You do as I tell you. Do I make myself clear?" She asked.
I mumbled but didn't speak, and she stopped her movements completely.
I looked up at her, and her hand grabbed my chin roughly, pulling my face up to look her in the eye.
"Speak, dammit. Answer me when I'm talking to you," she commanded, throwing my words from earlier back at me.
"Yes, Bella," I answered dutifully.
"That's Dr. Swan," she said. Huh, my girl had a kink, too.
"Now, I'm going to slide this, what did you call it, juicy cunt? Right down onto your cock. And you're going to fuck me until neither of us can walk straight," she told me.
"Let me fuck you raw, Dr. Swan. Let me see that beautiful pussy sliding up and down on my cock," I told her.
I held my cock up straight and she eased onto me, taking in just the tip at first.
"Fuck," we moaned together.
"So fucking tight," I groaned.
"So fucking big," she breathed, continuing to inch down my cock as far as she could.
With her hands on my shoulders and my hands on her hips, she began to ride me, her beautiful pussy taking my cock perfectly.
We both looked up to the mirrored ceiling, and she leaned back a bit so that we could watch my cock slide in and out of her.
Bella bounced on my dick like her life depended on it. I was pretty sure my life did depend on it at this point.
I wasn't sure I'd ever get enough of her.
I pulled one hand away from her hip and moved it between us, using my thumb to rub her swollen clit.
"Make me cum, Cullen. Make me cum all over your cock," she moaned, moving faster and harder as I rubbed her, feeling her wetness coat my entire hand.
"Fuck, don't stop," she begged, and every time she came down, I thrust up, hitting her as deep as I could.
"Fuck, fuck, FUCK!" She yelled, and her legs shook as she stilled, unable to continue riding me as her orgasm rocked her entire body.
"Fuck," she breathed quietly, leaning forward against me, my hard cock still inside her.
"You okay, baby?" I asked her.
She sighed and nodded.
"I don't think I can keep riding you," she told me, and I had to stop myself from crying out when she pulled herself off my dick. I was so fucking close.
Before I could say anything, she dropped to her knees in front of me and took me into her mouth.
"Holy fuck," I moaned, the sensation of her warm mouth mixing with her hot cum nearly sending me over the edge.
Bella didn't waste any time using her hands and mouth to pump the ever loving fuck out of my cock.
"Fuck, I'm so fucking close," I told her, my hands on her head, weaving into her hair.
"Yes, fuck, I'm about to..." I said, and Bella pulled off, still pumping me with her hand until my cum shot out.
It coated her face in long streaks, hitting her cheeks, her open mouth, dripping onto her tits.
She pumped every single drop from me, both of us moaning as my hot cum seemed to endlessly stream out.
Once I was done, she stood and grinned, moving to grab a clean towel from a cabinet nearby.
After we cleaned ourselves up, I beckoned her to come sit beside me on the couch.
"I'm sorry for being such a dick to you at work. I'll stop," I promised her.
"Are you kidding? I was wet as fuck earlier when you yelled at me. Please don't stop," she urged.
"Really? God Bella, I think about you all the time. I actually beat off in my office some days, just thinking about your beautiful face, this gorgeous ass," I told her, using the arm
I had around her to squeeze her cheek. "I don't think I can handle never doing that again," I told her.
"Oh, Doctor. Now that I've had a taste, I know I won't be able to handle it," she said, leaning forward and placing her lips gently on mine.
"So we can do this again? Maybe I could take you out sometime?" I asked her.
"I'd like that," she whispered, and somehow after everything that just transpired, she managed to look bashful.
"God you're so fucking beautiful," I told her, this time putting my lips on hers in a deeper kiss.
When we pulled away, she giggled.
"What?" I asked with a smirk.
"Nothing," she laughed. "I just can't believe I ever thought you were dull."
Wait, what? I'd show her dull.
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THE END