Bite Me

By Lara Norman

Get ready for a story that will leave you yearning for more, where oral health takes on a whole new meaning.

 

Easton thought a routine visit to the dentist would be mundane, but what starts as a mundane visit quickly transforms into something much hotter and more captivating than he ever imagined. As a tentative relationship blossoms with Violet, Easton discovers that his hygienist harbors secrets that could shatter everything he thought they were building between them.

 

Will he be able to leave behind the perfect woman he always dreamed of, or will he forever hide behind his beloved comic books? Open wide and dive into this tantalizing romantic comedy today.

 

This book was previously published in the Sinfully Wicked Anthology.

• Language: English
• Publisher: LPN Publishing
• Release date: Jan 1, 2023
• ISBN: 9798215344743

Lara Norman

Lara used to scribble her fictional characters down on legal pads in high school, and then not show them to anyone. In recent years, she started posting her work in public forums for feedback, which gave her the courage to publish professionally.  She needs copious amounts of coffee and chocolate to survive. She enjoys eavesdropping on the character conversations in her head, which she has been assured doesn’t make her crazy. She always gets the best ideas while in the shower, driving, or about to fall asleep. Though she’s a Florida girl at heart, Lara currently resides in the Blue Ridge Mountains with her husband of twenty years and their three children, where she is living out her own happily ever after with the boy she met at age fifteen.

Book preview

Chapter One

Easton

I can’t stop my leg from bouncing as I wait for my turn. There’s nothing fun about getting your teeth cleaned, and on top of that, I hate being touched. I’d finally grown comfortable with my hygienist when they told me I was getting a new one. Granted, I only see them twice a year, but I have certain . . . issues I have to work through.

The office walls are decorated with way too many pictures of teeth. I know what a healthy smile looks like without disembodied grins looming at me from every wall. By the time they call my name, my anxiety has risen.

Mr. Raines?

Standing quickly, I wipe my hands on my jeans. I can already feel it, and there’s nothing I can do about it now but follow the receptionist down the hall.

The walls are white at Gentle Dental, the employees professional. They’re not the problem, though; I am. Anxiety has a hell of an effect on me, and it only gets worse the more I try to control it. My previous hygienist was in her sixties, and she finally retired. Once I sat in her chair, it was easier to watch her work and relax again. With a stranger, I have no way of knowing how it will work, or if it even will.

Violet is ready for you.

With that, the receptionist leaves, and I realize I am so fucking screwed.

Have a seat, Mr. Raines.

Violet is goddamn gorgeous, with breasts barely contained by her pale pink scrubs. She’s piled her blonde hair on top of her head and wears thick-framed glasses. Lips in a cheery red are full, a little bigger on the top than the bottom, and when she smiles, her teeth are perfect. Of course. 

I’m doomed before we even start.

Mr. Raines?

Yeah, uh, sorry. I sit on the padded chair and try to lean back, but the situation in my pants is already uncomfortable. Clasping my hands in my lap is my only option, but I’m fairly certain it’s useless trying to hide my erection.

Ready?

Yeah, not even close. I, um, I have a small, um, issue. I don't particularly like being, you know, touched. Fuck, Easton, spit it out. So, I might flinch or jump while you’re cleaning my teeth.

Oh, sweetie, that’s no problem.  I’ll take care of you.

That’s what you think. Closing my eyes, I breathe in slowly and hold it, then let it out slowly. I hear the sounds around me as though they’re far away, so I figure I’m good to go. Opening wide, I let Violet do her job. 

For a few minutes, everything is fine. I can tell she’s trying very hard not to rest her hand on me or touch my cheeks or lips. It makes it a bit more awkward for them, but I suppose they must be trained for it. The fuckup comes when I feel her leaning over me.

And I open my eyes.

And her tits are right in my face.

I mean, right there.

Deep cleavage, a tiny mole on the left one, and the hint of her red bra. She smells divine, and any and all pretense of calm goes out the window. By now, I’m hard as fucking granite, hoping to fuck I can keep it contained—and then, she shifts.

Fuck.

Only, that’s not what comes out of my mouth. Because Violet has her hands in my mouth and her boobs in my face. The word is garbled, and she leans back with concern on her face.

Did I hurt you? she asks in a sweet voice.

I must look panicked, but I shake my head. No, I’m not hurt.

I’m horny.

Anxiety gives me a hard-on, and when someone touches me while I have that hard on . . . well, bad things tend to happen.

If she doesn't back up, I’ll end up with a very wet situation.

Almost done, sweetie.

Yeah, so am I.

Squeezing my eyes closed, I try not to picture how perfectly her tits come together. My dick would fit so beautifully between them. 

No.

Focus on something else.

My old hygienist was ugly. I could focus on her.

No, that’s not working. I can only picture Violet.

And her huge assets.

Damn, Easton, get it together.

Open wide, sweetie.

Aren't I already? Shit, no, I’ve nearly closed my mouth in my state of hyperfocus.

Fuck, she brushed my leg as she rounded the chair. I’m nearly a goner. My balls are heavy, tingling with the need to release. They feel uncomfortably full, and I know I won't last much longer. 

Doin’ okay?

Depends on what you mean by okay. I nod, trying to reassure us both.

But her gloved hand touches my lip as she does her thing, and I can't contain it. Cupping my crotch, I attempt to hold it in somehow or shove it back down, but it’s too late.

My whole body jerks when I come, embarrassed at the feeling and the lack of control. Simultaneously, I feel a small sting in my mouth.

Oh, God, sweetie, I’m so sorry.

There’s no choice but to open my eyes. Violet leans over me, pressing gauze to my gums. 

I didn't mean to nick you, but I got you a little when you . . . Trailing off, she