Authors Notes: As you may notice, this is my first time writing for 6+years. I am excited to be back, and I appreciate all the kind words and support over the years for my silly(but hopefully fun and sexy) story lol. It's daunting to continue a story after such a long time, but I feel like I still have a good sense on where I wanted this story to go, so I hope I do it justice.
The moment Zoe opened the front door, she could tell something was off.
"Hey Doc," Nate said, standing there in his usual tight grey hoodie and athletic shorts, but this time he looked a little pained.
"Nate, you alright? Come in," Zoe said, immediately stepping aside.
He limped slightly as he walked in. "Tweaked my wrist during practice. Coach says it's probably just a sprain."
"Oh no," Zoe said, ushering him straight into the living room. "Let me see. Sit down."
Nate sat on the couch and held out his arm. His skin was warm beneath her touch, his massive frame dwarfed the couch as he shifted, trying to get comfortable.
She gently examined his wrist, turning it from side to side. "Looks mild. I can bandage it up for you, but you should still get imaging to be sure."
"Yeah, I will," Nate said, watching her closely. "But I guess that's the sperm sample routine out the window for now, huh?"
Zoe looked up at him, blinking. The sample collection. The morning. The lunchtime. And now... "You mean because of your wrist?"
"Yeah, I can't do it left-handed," he said with a shy laugh. "Tried once when I hurt myself before. Nothing."
Zoe hesitated, caught somewhere between clinical duty and something much, much murkier. Her heart began to race. She could already smell the faint mix of sweat and his musky cologne from their earlier encounter. And now this... helplessness in his voice. The ache.
"Well," she said, trying to keep her tone neutral, "we can't let the data set fall apart halfway through. I suppose... as your physician, I could find a way to assist." Her voice wavered slightly at the end.
Nate said nothing, but his eyebrows lifted slowly. He sat up straighter. His good hand rested on his thigh.
"Just until you're recovered," Zoe added quickly.
In her office upstairs, the tension was electric. Zoe pulled on a pair of latex gloves, the sound snapping the silence. Nate stood in front of her, tall, broad-shouldered, quiet.
"You can lower your shorts," she said, barely above a whisper.
Nate's fingers slid into the waistband and pulled them down in one smooth motion. His semi was already forming, heavy and thick. Her breath hitched involuntarily. Even half-hard, it was intimidating.
Zoe reached out, her gloved hand wrapping gently around the shaft. It was hot, solid, with a weight that surprised her. She had to use both hands to truly manage it. As she stroked slowly, she could feel the veins pulsing beneath the surface. She coated the mammoth cock in lubricant, though she wondered if she even needed to with the amount of pre-cum leaking from its tip. She couldn't help but stare at it with a look of pure fascination and lust. Every vein. Every ridge.
She was familiarising herself more with her neighbour's cock than she had ever done with her husband's penis. It was just far more incredible. Beautiful. Masculine. Enticing. The slick, sloppy sexual sounds of her actions brought her mind back to reality, and she noticed that she had begun stroking his big, thick cock with both hands -- faster, with more vigour and enthusiasm.
"Does that feel okay?" she asked, voice husky.
"Feels amazing," Nate murmured, his eyes locked on hers. "Better than I ever imagined."
She didn't scold him. She didn't remind him to stay professional. Instead, her hands kept moving, her fingers tightening just slightly. The friction of the latex enhanced every glide. Zoe felt the moisture soiling her own panties. She was wet. And she was enjoying this.
As his cock swelled, thickening, lengthening in her hands, Zoe found herself leaning closer, drawn to it like a moth to flame. She wanted this as much as Nate did. She bit her lip, her pulse drumming in her ears.
