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The walls in the clinic were exceptionally thin. So thin, in fact, that you barely had to strain to hear the conversation in the exam room next to you. You were in Harvey’s office, sitting and swiveling in his office chair while eavesdropping on the examination next door. Probably some kind of Hippa violation, but you didn’t really care. What you cared about was your boyfriend, who you hadn’t seen for a week.
Planting season was tough, left you stressed out and punchy. Surprising Harvey in his office felt like a good way to blow off that steam. And surprised he was, when his exam was over and he was free to come back to his office, freezing at the door when he saw you. He opened his mouth in a greeting, but you raised your finger to your lips. Maru was behind the front desk and his next patient was in the waiting room. You didn’t want anyone hearing you and interrupting your plans.
Harvey closed his mouth, a hint of a flush starting in his cheeks. He closed the door, started to walk towards you, but you held up your hand: stop.
He did.
You flipped your wrist, extended your index finger: down.
Harvey obeyed. He moved slowly, keeping his eyes on you. Shifting down. One knee on the floor. The other. One hand on the floor. The other.
And your palm up again, finger crooked, motioning him forward.
He shuddered, kept his eyes on you, and started to crawl to where you were seated. His tie hung down, the tip brushing against the floor as he moved. Slow, drawing it out, foot by foot, until finally he was kneeling in front of you with his hands resting on your legs.
“Good boy,” you said. He closed his eyes, took a breath, squeezed a little tighter at your knees. You traced a finger down his cheek, ran your thumb across his lower lip, then wrapped your grip around his tie. Harvey’s eyes crinkled up and his hands drifted up to the button of your pants, but you stopped him with a yank. He froze, eyes turning questioning. Up, you mimed, a finger pointing at the ceiling, and with an air of uncertainty Harvey obeyed.
Now that he was standing, you were at eye level with his crotch. Beautiful. Just the right height to unbuckle his belt, pull fabric aside, and draw out a cock that was already pulsingly hard. Harvey’s gasp when you wrapped around him felt loud in the quiet room. You raised your finger to your lips again, looked him firmly in the eye. He swallowed, nodded, clutched at the bottom of his shirt to hold it out of the way.
Hands first. One, yours, wrapped firmly around Harvey’s shaft. He sucked in a breath, twitched under your palm, and you made a happy little sound. So easy to please, your doctor. So responsive too, the tip of his cock already beading with precum as you worked him. Slow stokes, spreading his wetness down his length, loving the way he drew in a breath every time you squeezed as his base.
You loved it so much you couldn’t help but join in, sneaking your fingers down your waistband and working yourself with the same rhythm you pumped him. Harvey moaned once he realized what you were doing. You shot him a disapproving glance in return. Quiet, the look said, and Harvey’s flush deepened. He closed his eyes, cupped his palm over his mouth, and the tip of his cock grew even wetter.
Perfect. So quiet. Just the creak of the chair and the slick of your hand against him. Harvey’s hips were moving now, hitching forward in tiny thrusts. You could tell he was trying to hold himself back, trying and failing, too overcome by the feel and the sight of you, and it made the simmering in your stomach flare into a roar. You lost yourself in it, those few moments where it was just the two of you. Where you were the only one who got to decide where Harvey was and where his attention lay. It lay on you, and the way your head lolled back as you worked yourself over the edge.
Harvey followed quickly, trying and failing to smother a grunt. You could feel the way his body pulled itself up and in, the way his release came from somewhere deep and needy. It landed on your chin and your chest, dripping down your neckline, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care. All you cared about was the way Harvey was looking down at you, like you were the one who hung the stars in the sky.
“Well done, sweetheart," you said, and he dropped to his knees and wrapped his arms around your legs.
You could hear Maru talking in the waiting room. Harvey’s next patient would be ready soon. But you still had a little more time. A few more minutes to run your fingers through his hair and murmur gentle praise. Those few quiet moments were yours, and you intended to claim every last one.