by K. C. Crowne
She wanted pills. I’d been around plenty of addicts during my trips around the world – you couldn’t help but encounter them when you ventured into rougher parts of cities. While I was far from an expert, I knew they could be unpredictable and would do anything to get what they wanted.
“I’m sorry, Melanie,” Lola said. “I can’t give you any pain medication. If you’re hurting, I have access to plenty of over-the-counter medicines that could do the job.”
Despite Lola’s calm tone, Melanie was getting antsier by the second. My body tensed in preparation for something bad happening.
“I don’t need Tylenol,” Melanie argued. “I need something stronger. Please – I’m in so much pain right now.”
This couldn’t have been easy for Lola. While there a was a good chance Melanie wasn’t being truthful about the cause of her pain, there was a damn good chance she wasn’t lying about the pain itself.
“I’m sorry, Mel. Now, unless you want me to grab you some Tylenol, I—”
“I said I don’t want any fucking Tylenol!” Her words carried through the lobby, edged with anger.
My blood began racing, and I took a step toward the two women. Lola, her eyes still locked on Melanie, only raised a palm in my direction. This caught Melanie’s attention, and she turned toward me with rage in her eyes.
“Who this fuck is this? You eavesdropping on me?”
“He’s just a friend of mine – don’t worry about him.” Despite being toe-to-toe with an addict desperate for her next fix, Lola’s voice was perfectly calm and even. “Now, Melanie,” she continued, drawing the woman’s attention back to her, “I’ve told you what I can offer you. If you’re not interested in any of those things, I’m going to have to ask you to leave.”
“Are you fucking serious?” Melanie asked. “What the hell kind of doctor are you? Isn’t your job to help people?”
“That’s what I’m doing right now. It might not look like it, but I am helping. Now – do you want to shower and change?”
“Fuck your shower. And fuck you.” Without waiting for a response, Melanie turned on her heels and hurried to the front door. “Out of my fucking way,” she snarled at me as she blew past.
I stepped aside and Melanie stormed out of the door.
Lola sighed as she walked closer to me.
“You alright?” I asked.
“Fine.” Lola clicked the lock and stepped in front of me. “She’s a regular here, if you want to call her that.”
“This is something that happens regularly?” I asked. “Addicts coming in and bothering you for drugs?”
“It’s part of the job,” she said with resignation in her voice. “When you work with the people who are most down on their luck, you have to deal with those who are really down on their luck.”
“I get that, but she sounded desperate. Lola, you were in here all by yourself. What would’ve happened if she’d done something bad? Or instead of a tiny woman addict, it was a two-meter-tall man?”
She crossed her arms and glanced down, as if she knew I was right but didn’t want to admit it. “What can I do? Normally I wouldn’t be alone here like this, but I offered to stay behind and get the schedule for tomorrow set up. I wasn’t planning on someone slipping in before I had a chance to lock up.”
“That’s not good enough. You need to security, someone who can handle matters like that.”
She laughed. “Security? Patrick, look around – we can’t even afford to pay a full-time secretary. I’d love to have someone here, but it’s just not in the budget.”
No doubt Lola was telling the truth, which was all the more reason why the clinic needed an infusion of some investor capital. The image of a man breaking into the clinic after hours appeared in my mind, and it was enough to get my blood racing and my heart pounding, my hands forming into fists.
“You alright?” Lola asked.
I pushed the brief flash of anger aside, letting my hands open. “Fine. Just eager to get this place some money so you can have proper security.”
A half-smile formed on her lips. “It’s fine. You’re probably imagining some addict breaking in and threatening the staff. But it doesn’t happen like that. Most addicts are like Melanie, broken and desperate. I’ve never needed to use anything other than stern words.”
I’d seen desperate addicts before when they’d reached the end of their rope. And their desperation could lead them to do awful things. I wasn’t about to give her a lecture, however. Lola’s interaction with Melanie had proven she was more than capable of handling herself. It had been striking to see that side of her, that though-as-nails side that revealed she wasn’t only a brilliant doctor, but a woman who could fight her own battles.
“Anyway, we should get going,” she said. “My purse is in one of the exam rooms – it’ll just take me a second to grab it.”
“I’m comin’ with you,” I said without a moment’s hesitation.
“What? No, you don’t need to do that. No one’s here but me.”
“All the same, I’d feel a hell of a lot better if you weren’t alone.”
Another small smile, as if she’d considered it wouldn’t be a huge deal to give me some peace of mind. “Alright. Come on.”
Without waiting a second, she turned and stepped through the doors to the back offices. I followed her, but before catching up, I took a moment to appreciate how damn good she looked in those scrubs – especially her perfect, round ass. The sight was more than enough to make my cock twitch to life in my pants.
We reached one of the exam rooms and she turned. I quickly lifted my eyes off her ass, but the expression on her face suggested she’d caught me in the act.
“Right through here,” she said, her gaze lingering on mine as she entered the exam room.
I followed her, and when I was over the threshold and catching another glimpse of her backside, I knew there was no sense in resisting. I approached Lola, putting my hands on her hips, feeling their ripe, soft roundness through her scrubs. She gasped and spun around, her gorgeous eyes wide, her mouth formed into a perfect “O” of surprise. Her eyes narrowed, the “O” spreading out into an inviting, sensual smile.
She didn’t need to say a word – her body told me everything.
So, what else was there to do but kiss her, and kiss her hard?
Chapter 16
LOLA
The kiss was sudden – intense and aggressive. And it was exactly what I’d wanted.
The moment his lips touched mine, a thought occurred to me.
“We shouldn’t do this,” I said.
He offered a playful, challenging grin. “You’re really going to play it coy?”
“No, it’s not that. I want to, it’s just that, well, we’re at the clinic. Someone might come in.”
“Someone like who?”
“I don’t know! One of the doctors. Like Ryan – he comes in after-hours to do scheduling work sometimes.”
Patrick put his hands on his hips and gazed off into the distance with a furrowed brow, as if really giving the matter some serious consideration. Then he spun around and turned the small lock on the door.
“Problem solved,” he said with a humorously triumphant tone.
I couldn’t help but grin. Part of me still was unsure about taking on the risk. But the sight of him in front of me, the outline of his hard cock straining against his jeans made a strong case.
He didn’t wait for me to weigh the pros and cons. Patrick closed the distance between us, grabbing my hips and coming in for another kiss. My mouth opened and so did his, Patrick’s rich, musky taste washing over my tongue, his stubble grazing my cheek.
The man tasted so good, felt so good, and kissed so good that any doubt that had lingered in my mind was long-gone. All I wanted was him.
He grabbed the bottom of my scrub top and pulled it off over my head, tossing it aside. I wasn’t wearing anything fancy – my bra and panties didn’t even match – but he didn’t seem to care. He pla
ced his lips on my shoulder, his kiss traveling down along my chest, his hands on my waistband as he pulled my pants down.
I moaned as he kissed me, as he touched me, and when my pants were at my ankles, I stepped out of them. He put his hands on my hips again, picking me up and carrying me over to the eye exam chair. Once I was seated, he spread my legs and kissed me along my stomach, rolling my soaked panties down my legs as he did. His mouth moved closer and closer to my pussy, and I glanced at the door, worried someone might barge in at any moment.
It was a scary thought, imagining Ryan or someone else bursting into the room and seeing me wearing nothing but a bra, Patrick between my legs. It was a bit mortifying to imagine, but at the same time it was also a bit thrilling. I’d never done anything like it before, never been with a man who could get me to throw caution to the wind this way.
I didn’t have much time to linger on the idea. Patrick’s mouth reached my pussy, and the moment his tongue tip pressed on my clit, all other thoughts were totally obliterated. I threw my head back and moaned as he licked me, his tongue making slow, firm circles around my clit, the pleasure running through my body, pulsing. One hand spread my lips open, and a pair of fingers from the other penetrated me.
“You taste so fuckin’ good, love,” he said, glancing at me, his lips glistening. “I could eat you all damn day.”
The sight of him down there combined with his smile and his accent and the way he touched me – it was enough to take me to the verge of orgasm. He returned to his sensual work, his tongue and his fingers working in perfect synchronization. He moved in and out of me while his tongue made wild designs around my most sensitive spot.
My breaths grew shallower, and without thinking I shoved my hands into the back of his thick hair, holding him in place as if he might stop without my permission. He must’ve been able to sense I was about to come; his eyes flicked up to mine at the exact moment I did.
“Oh, oh my God!” I shouted, the orgasm tearing through my body. He licked and fingered me through it, my body shaking and shivering with incredible delight.
When the orgasm faded, Patrick rose, looming over me. He wiped my juices from his mouth with the back of his hand, then took off his shirt. His powerful body was on full display, the sight of it making me ready for what he surely had in mind.
“There’s nothin’ better than watching you come,” he said.
“Then watch it again.”
My eyes were locked onto his cock, his length looking on the verge of breaking through his pants. Without thinking twice about it, my hands dropped to his zipper and button. I opened them and reached in, grabbing his warm, stiff cock and bringing it out.
As before, it was thick and hard and dripping just for me. I stroked it, my fisting slowly working his length up and down. All I could think about was what he tasted like, how much of him I could fit in my mouth.
I didn’t get a chance to find out. He placed his hand on my hips and guided me around. My knees were up on the seat, my hands gripping the headrest of the exam chair. I didn’t wait long before I felt the sweet pressure of his head against my opening.
I closed my eyes and moaned as he entered me, pushing in deep and filling me to the brim. My pussy stretched around his thickness, my hair draping over the head rest as I bit my lower lip at how damn good it felt.
He pulled back and entered me again. My pussy was so wet and slick for him that it was nothing to take him all. I gripped him with my warmth, the push of his cock making me feel a perfect fullness that only he could inspire.
Patrick grunted as he filled me again, then again. The soft slap of his hips against my ass echoed in the small room. At first, I was holding back the screams that threatened to explode from my lungs. But when I remembered we were alone, I let them out.
He pounded me hard, his pace relentless. As he fucked me, he undid the clasp of my bra, my breasts falling out and hanging free, swaying to the rhythm of his thrusts. He reached down and took one into his hand, his fingers teasing my hard nipples, his touch inspiring more pleasure.
“Come for me,” he growled. “I want to see it.”
It was like my body had been waiting for him to say the words. Right after he finished speaking, in the middle of a flurry of thrusts, another orgasm released. I moaned and screamed and squirmed, gripping the headrest of the exam chair for dear life. When the orgasm faded, I let my forehead fall onto the headrest, my chest expanding and contracting, my pussy still twitching.
Patrick withdrew from me, and when he did, I turned and slid off the chair, rising to my feet. His cock stiff and glistening and pointing straight ahead, Patrick placed his hand under my chin and tilted my head up for another long, slow, delicious kiss.
“You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen, you know that?”
My cheeks heated and reddened at his words. Maybe he was only saying it, maybe it was a line he’d used a million times before with all the girls he’d hooked up with across the world. But damned if it didn’t feel good.
“You’re not so bad yourself, handsome,” I said with a grin. “Now, sit.”
He chuckled as if amused more than anything. Patrick slid into the seat, his cock pointing straight up. Carefully, I spread my legs and moved on top of him, grabbing hold of his length by the base and guiding it into me.
I closed my eyes and savored the sensation of his inches driving straight up as I lowered myself onto him. He groaned with pleasure as his cock vanished into me, his hands traveling around to my ass and taking hold. It took me a moment to adjust to his size, and when I did, I began riding him.
I leaned forward, my breasts hanging in his face as I rocked my hips back and forth. Patrick kept one hand on my ass, the other on the small of my back as he held me in place, his tongue lashing out and licking one nipple, then the other.
After a bit of slow riding, I picked up the pace, sitting up and grabbing onto the armrests. I lifted my hips and dropped them, the feeling of his cock spearing up into me so intense that I could already feel the breaking of another orgasm. He groaned as I did this again and again, each plunge of his cock inside bringing the orgasm closer and closer.
Soon, I reached the point where I couldn’t hold back any longer. And so did he. A third orgasm ripped through my body, Patrick grunting hard as he came with me, his cock shooting deep as he drained himself into me.
I rode him through the orgasm, his hands on my bouncing breasts as we came hard together.
And when it ended, I was spent. I leaned forward, his cock still in me, and I rested my head on his broad, powerful shoulder.
“That was a first,” I said when I finally caught my breath.
He chuckled. “Let’s hope it’s not a last.”
Chapter 17
PATRICK
“Don’t know about you, but I’m hungry as hell. Nothing like a good romp to get the appetite goin’.”
I spoke as we dressed in the exam room, and after I spoke, a conflicted expression crossed Lola’s face as she fastened her bra behind her back.
“Now, don’t tell me you’re havin’ second thoughts.” I stepped into one of my expensive Italian loafers.
“It’s not that,” she said. “It’s…I don’t know. I need to shower and change – I’m all sweaty now.”
I couldn’t decide if she was telling the truth about how she felt. Either way, pressing the matter wasn’t a good idea.
“How about this,” I countered. “We take our separate cars. I’ll grab some food and head over to your place, and we can eat there.”
She nodded. “Yeah – that sounds alright.”
“There’s this amazing Mexican joint near your area. Tacos sound good?”
This got a small smile. “Tacos always sound good.”
“Then let’s do it.”
We dressed, and I couldn’t help but steal one more kiss before we left the exam room.
“Let me look to make sure the coast is clear,” she said as we stood near the door. “Would
n’t look good for me to be coming out of the exam room with some guy after hours.”
I nodded and she unlocked and opened the door, sticking her head out in a way that would’ve drawn anyone’s suspicion. I grinned to myself, holding back a chuckle at how conspicuous she was being.
“OK, we’re good. Come on.”
She took my hand and led me out of the room and down the hall. Once back in the lobby we stopped near the entrance, turning to face one another.
“Alright,” she said. “I’ll see you at my place, right?”
“You better believe it.”
I leaned in for another kiss, but she turned her head. Lola seemed to be letting her guard down a bit, but she was still the same person she’d always been – guarded and serious. And I knew better than to push her too hard.
She unlocked the heavy lock on the front door, and I opened it for her as she stepped out. With a slightly unsure smile, Lola turned and made her way to the parking lot next to the clinic after locking up. I kept her in sight the whole time – not just because I couldn’t take my eyes off her, but because I wanted to make sure she got in her car safe and sound.
Once she pulled out and away, I hurried to my car and climbed in. Lola was on my mind the entire drive to the Mexican joint, and I was half-hard the whole way as I replayed the hot as fuck sex in my mind over and over.
I wanted more. Being with Lola again, feeling her wrapped around my stiff cock – it was all I could think about. So when I arrived at her place, bags full of tacos and tortilla chips in my hands, I couldn’t pounce on her fast enough.
“I hope you got a good variety,” she said as I entered and set the bags down on the kitchen counter. “Because I forgot to tell you what I wanted.”
“Alright,” I said as I stepped over to her. “How about you tell me now? But first…let me tell you what I want.”
I put my hands on her hips and squeezed hard. Her eyes flashed with surprise – she clearly hadn’t been expecting this. I leaned in and kissed her neck, her skin breaking out in goosebumps as I moved my lips over her soft skin.