Chapter 6: Examination Turns Filthy

Mike’s thumbs paused their slow circles on the inside of her thigh, then drifted higher with unmistakable intent. The calloused pad of his finger traced the crease where soft skin met the outer swell of her mound, brushing directly over one swollen, still-dripping lip. Electricity jolted straight through Sarah’s core, sharp enough to make her hips buck upward before she could stop them. A fresh rush of slick heat spilled from her, coating his knuckle.

“No...” The word left her in a breathless whisper, cracked and unsteady. “I feel well ... stop, please, this isn’t ... I’m fine...”

Jake’s low chuckle vibrated against her other leg as his own fingers mirrored the path, gliding along the opposite fold until both men framed her bare slit with deliberate, teasing pressure. “You don’t sound fine,” Jake murmured, voice thick with something darker than concern. Her hips twitched again, chasing the contact even as shame scorched her face. Fresh arousal glistened along her inner thighs, catching the fluorescent glare like liquid glass.

They took turns without hurry. Mike circled her clit first—slow, lazy strokes with the flat of two fingers, building the pressure in tight, relentless spirals. Sarah’s breath hitched, chest heaving, the last remnants of her earlier cramps loosening as pleasure flooded in to replace them. Just as her thighs began to quiver and her walls fluttered on nothing, he pulled away. She whined, high and needy, a weak spurt escaping to splash across the front of his gray uniform pants.

Jake stepped in immediately, his touch firmer, thumb pressing the hood of her clit while two fingers stroked along her entrance. The ruined edge came faster this time, her body already primed and desperate. She rocked toward him, chasing the crest, only for him to lift his hand at the exact moment her muscles clenched. Another frustrated gush leaked out, warmer and more forceful, soaking the knee of his pants and adding to the puddle beneath her.

On the second round Mike returned, fingers plunging deeper now, curling hard against the sensitive ridge inside her while his thumb worked her clit in steady circles. The pressure mounted again, heavier, more urgent. Sarah’s head fell back against the cool tile, a broken moan slipping free. Her calves finally unclenched fully, the sharp pain dissolving into liquid heat that left her legs trembling open wider than before. Jake watched her face, eyes dark, then leaned in and dragged his tongue once along the crease of her thigh, tasting the mess she’d made.