by B. B. Hamel
She’s losing control just like I am. I’m never supposed to lose control, but this pussy on my tongue drives me fucking wild.
I slide my fingers deeper, making her moan.
I suck her clit, licking it in circles, tonguing it just hard enough to get her whole body to react. She’s groaning, hand in my hair.
Her pussy is incredible. I want to slide my thick cock deep between her legs, get her on her knees, make her beg. I want to see her gag on my cock, moan with my cock in her throat, come on my big fat cock. But no, this is for her right now. I can’t risk more. I can’t risk losing all control completely.
I suck her faster, fucking her with my fingers. I slide them deeper, curling my fingers to find her spot, pressing against it as I go. She’s rolling her hips now, moaning loudly, head tipped back.
If anyone comes into this wing, we’re fucked. She’s not being quiet, and I don’t want to make her.
I want her to fucking scream.
I push my fingers deeper, curling again to get at her spot. I suck and lick faster, and her hips roll, her moans almost become shouts. I reach up with my free hand to tease her breasts as I go faster, sucking faster, licking faster.
I need it. I need to taste it. “Oh, fuck,” she moans. “Oh, my god, fuck, Aiden.”
I know she’s close. I double my efforts, pushing her, teasing her, making her get right up along that edge. I want her to tip forward and lose herself completely.
She comes with her whole body. It’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. I suck her, tasting her as she comes against my fingers and mouth. She grips my hair hard, pain lancing through me, and I love it. I keep going until she’s finished, lying back on the bed, panting and breathing hard.
I stand up and lick her from my fingers. She watches, mouth hanging open, in an orgasm daze.
“You want me to be mean, sweetheart,” I whisper, leaning over her. I kiss her full on the mouth. I want her to taste her own cunt on my lips. “You love it when I’m mean.”
She doesn’t reply as I leave the room. I straighten my coat, smile to myself, and head off to my next patient.
Suddenly, my day doesn’t seem so bad.
5
Ruby
Aiden really is an asshole.
I mean, maybe he’s the good kind of asshole. I can’t really tell yet. His hands on my body feel incredible, his mouth against my pussy was amazing, everything about him drives me absolutely wild…
But there’s something about him. There’s an arrogance that I can’t stand, like he is the only one that can solve the world’s problems.
He thinks he can talk to anyone however he wants just because he’s right.
That’s not how the world works. Other people have emotions, have an inner life. We have to start treating each other better, even when we don’t agree.
And I don’t agree with that asshole.
Still, it didn’t stop me from letting him pull me into a room and lick my pussy until I came so hard I nearly blacked out…
I’m not immune to him. I know how sexy he is, I know how I feel about him.
But I’m frustrated. I’m angry. I don’t want that asshole being short with my grandmother.
The next day, I visit my grandmother after work like always. She’s in a good mood, although when I ask her about Aiden, she dodges the question.
“He knows what he’s doing, sweetie,” she says to me.
“I know, Grandmom. But he’s not very nice to you.”
“Oh, I know that. He’s just a busy man. He wants to get to the point.”
“That doesn’t matter.” I sigh and cross my arms. “Why are you even defending him?”
She shrugs a little as a nurse comes in to check on her IV.
“Dr. Hill isn’t nice, sweetie, but he’s good at what he does. I mean, I feel so much better already.”
“I know you do, Grandmom. I just don’t want him to be such an asshole to you.”
I catch the nurse smile a little bit. She’s an older woman, maybe in her early forties, with curly dark hair and tan skin. I’ve seen her around before, talking to Aiden actually. She’s always been nice though.
I change the subject, since I know I’m not getting anywhere, and I don’t want to upset Grandmom. We chat idly for awhile before it gets late and I have to get going.
“I’ll be back tomorrow,” I tell her as I leave her room.
I head down the hall, eyes on the floor. I’m preoccupied thinking about my grandmother’s health and about this strange relationship I seem to be forming with an older, gorgeous, asshole doctor.
I don’t notice when I nearly walk right into the nurse from earlier. “Excuse me,” she says, stumbling back.
“Oh, I’m sorry.”
She woman hesitates. She’s holding a chart, but she smiles.
“You’re Dot’s granddaughter, right?”
“Right,” I say, smiling.
“I’m Jackie.”
“Nice to meet you.”
“I heard you talking about Dr. Hill earlier.”
I frown, feeling awkward. “Uh, sorry about that. I bet you hear it a lot in hospitals. We’re just stressed, is all.”
“Don’t be sorry,” she says, laughing. “Hill really is an asshole.”
I grin at her. “Right? I mean, he does seem like he knows what he’s doing, though.”
“He does,” she says, leaning up against the wall. “He just, he doesn’t think like the rest of us do. All the nice stuff we take for granted annoys the hell out of him for some crazy reason.”
“Does he always have to be such a dick about it, though?”
She laughs again. “Honestly, Hill’s the best doctor in this place. Your grandmother’s really lucky he took her on.”
“Really?” I ask, mildly surprised. I figured he was good, but the best? This is a big, famous hospital in a major city. There have to be a ton of talented doctors here.
“Really,” she says. “He takes on maybe five, six patients at a time, and only the really interesting ones. Mostly he does clinic duty to keep the director off his ass.”
I grin at that. “I can’t imagine him in a clinic.”
“I know. He’s awful. People complain all the time, but he gets the job done, so he’s mostly left alone.”
“Well, he is doing a good job with my Grandmom.”
“He means well,” Jackie assures me. “He just doesn’t know how to show it.”
“Has he always been this way?”
“Oh, yeah,” she says, laughing again. She has a good laugh, deep down and sincere. I find myself smiling along and really liking her. “We started around the same time, and even back then he had a reputation.”
“Young Dr. Hill. I can’t even imagine.”
“Drove all the young girl residents crazy,” she says, grinning. “Most of the nurses, too.”
I blush, wondering for a second if she knows what I’ve been doing with him. “I can see that,” I hedge.
“He’s good-looking, talented, but such an asshole. It’s why he’s still single. Never managed to settle down.”
“Never?”
“Never,” she confirms. “Had a few girlfriends, but they never seemed to last.”
“Huh. That’s a shame.”
“Right? That man is gorgeous, but I don’t know. Personally, nobody is good-looking enough to make up for being so arrogant.”
I laugh and shrug a little. “Well, I don’t have to worry about that. He’s twice my age.”
“You never know,” Jackie says, laughing her infectious laugh. “Anyway, I have to go. I’ll keep an eye on your grandmother, okay? Maybe I’ll even tell Hill to take it easy on her.”
“Thanks, I’d appreciate that.”
“No problem. Have a good night.” She smiles and heads off, walking purposefully down the hall.
I watch her go for a second, trying to picture the young Dr. Hill. He’s gorgeous now, since he’s aged like a freaking movie star, but I bet he was still
pretty incredible looking back then, too.
I turn away from her and start back toward the elevators, but I don’t get far.
“I see you met my friend.”
I stop in my tracks. Aiden is leaning up against a door a few feet away, arms crossed, stethoscope dangling around his neck.
“Oh, shit. You scared me.”
“Sorry.” He takes a step toward me. “I saw you talking to Jackie and didn’t want to interrupt.”
“You know her?”
He glances down the hall. “I think she’s my only friend in this whole damn place,” he says.
I frown. “Really? It’s a big hospital. How many people have you pissed off?”
“All of them.” He grins at me.
“Can’t say I’m surprised.”
“I’m just honest.”
“You’re just arrogant.”
“Arrogant, honest, conceited, asshole. I’ve heard it all, little gem.”
“Gem?” I ask.
“Gem, like a ruby.”
“Clever.”
“Are you busy?” He leans toward me, gorgeous deep pools staring into my eyes.
“Not really,” I say, suddenly mesmerized. I’m tired and my feet hurt and I’m hungry, but suddenly all that disappears.
Aiden is here. Dr. Hill is here. He’s going to take care of me.
“Come on,” he says, taking my hand. “I want to show you my office.”
“Your office?”
“Sure. I don’t bring a lot of people up there.”
I walk after him as he heads toward the stairs. “Why not?”
“Private space,” he says.
“But you’re willing to bring me in there.”
His smirk is delicious, almost frightening. “You’re right. Maybe that’s a mistake.”
“You think so?”
He stops for a second and turns toward me. “I think you’re a distraction.”
“I think you’re an asshole.”
“Doesn’t change a thing,” he says, shaking his head. “I should be checking on patients right now.”
“I hear you don’t have many.”
“That’s true. Just the interesting ones.”
“Is my grandmother interesting?”
He shrugs. “Not really. But you are.”
“Why?” I say, practically a whisper.
He steps closer to me. We’re alone in the hallway, but who knows for how long. Someone could walk past at any minute and spot this gorgeous doctor standing so close to me.
Who knows what they’ll think. Excitement races through my body.
“You know why, little gem.”
“Say it out loud.”
He smirks, leans closer, lips brushing my neck. We’re in dangerous territory. I know I should run.
“It’s because I want you,” he says softly in my ear. “It’s because I want to taste you again. I can’t get that pussy out of my mind.”
I bite my lip as he pulls away, looking at me like he wants to strip me down and eat me, piece by piece.
“Come on,” he says. “If you think you can handle it.”
I hesitate. He walks to the stairwell, pushes the door open.
He doesn’t look back as he steps forward. I look back down the hall, back toward the door slowly swinging closed, and I hurry after him, heart beating in my throat.
6
Aiden
I lead her up to the top floor of the hospital. She’s breathing heavily as we finally step onto the landing and push through the heavy door.
“We really could’ve taken the elevator,” she complains.
“Better if we walk,” I say.
“Why? That was like, eight floors or something like that.”
“Nine,” I correct her. “And climbing stairs is healthy. Exercise and all.”
“Oh, god. Spoken like a true doctor.”
“It’s a fact that exercise is the best medicine.”
“Whatever. I don’t need to exercise right now.”
I laugh softly at her. I love how she’s breathing deeply, her breasts heaving up and down as we walk slowly down the hall. It’s mostly empty up here, which is why I requested an office on the very top floor. Most people want it downstairs, but not me.
I like the exercise. I love the solitude.
“I just wanted to get you sweating,” I tell her with a smirk.
She rolls her eyes. “I bet you did.”
“Don’t believe me?”
“No, I believe you. It’s exactly the sort of asshole move you’d pull.”
I laugh and turn to her suddenly. She stumbles against me and I pull her tight. “You know, we’re pretty much alone up here,” I whispers to her. “You sure you want to keep calling me an asshole?”
“Absolutely. Asshole.” She’s grinning back at me. I grab her hips and kiss her, slow and deep. She kisses me back, tongue against mine, and I’m reminded why I shouldn’t be making this mistake.
My cock’s hard. My head’s swimming.
She really is a delicious fucking distraction.
I break away finally. “Come on,” I say, and lead the way again.
We pass a bunch of empty patient rooms and finally reach the end of the hall. My office is in the northwest corner of the building, right where I wanted it to be. Liza, the director of medicine, tries to get in my way whenever she can, but at least she gave me this office.
I unlock the door, another idiosyncrasy most doctors don’t have, and we step inside. I shut it behind us as Ruby looks around.
“Nice,” she says, grinning.
I look around at my office. I basically redid the entire place, with expensive wood paneling, built-in shelving, and a big mahogany desk. Cost a fucking fortune, but it’s been worth it.
“This is my little fortress,” I say.
“Fortress of solitude? Every jerk that has no friends makes that reference, you know.”
I grin at her and shrug. “Pretty much true, though.”
She goes over to the windows and looks out over the city. “Beautiful view.”
“I know. I love it.”
“How’d you end up in here?”
“I made some threats.”
She turns, raising an eyebrow. “Threats?”
“Pretty much.” I go over to my desk and sit down. It’s mostly empty, except for a couple patient files. Ruby shakes her head and starts to page through the books and files I have on the shelves.
“Anything interesting in here?” she asks. “It’s all medical textbooks.”
“I’m a doctor,” I remind her.
“Doctors read novels, right?”
“Not the trashy romance novels you read.”
She snorts. “Of course you’d look down on romance.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Every dude that thinks he’s the smartest man alive thinks romance is stupid.”
“I didn’t know you were a fan.”
“Well, now you do.”
I arch an eyebrow and laugh softly. “Okay, I’ll admit something. Look at the bottom shelf on the far bookcase, over there.”
I point and she heads over. She starts to browse through the shelf before stopping and laughing. “What’s this?” she asks, picking up an old, worn paperback.
“Toss it over.”
She throws it to me. I snag it from the air and read the cover out loud. “Invasion of the Love Drones.” I grin at her. “This is a good one.”
“What is that?”
“Old sleazy sci-fi from the ‘70s. I have a weird obsession with it.” I grin at her surprised expression. “You’re not the only one that likes trashy books.”
“So you read romance too then.”
I gasp. “This isn’t romance. This is space adventure…. With fucking.”
“Sounds like romance to me,” she says, laughing.
I grin and stand up, walking over. I crouch down and slip the book back into place.
“There’s s
ome good stuff in here,” I say. “Seriously, it’s collectible.”
“I’m sure it is.” She gives me a look. “You don’t have to be ashamed of your jerk-off material.”
“I’m not ashamed of it,” I say proudly. “I’ve been to conventions.”
“Oh, my god. Are you serious? You’ve been to porn conventions?”
“Not porn,” I say. “Collectible book conventions. Not a lot of people collect this stuff, but the community always shows up. Nice to be around like-minded people.”
She laughs, shaking her head. “Nice to be around other freaks like you, you mean.”
“Exactly.” I stand up and pull her over to me.
She laughs and pushes herself asway. “No thanks, I’m not about to be your space love robot.”
“Oh, come on. Call me Captain Kirk.”
“Gross.” She’s grinning though, laughing softly. “Okay, what else do you have in here that’s less weird?”
I shrug a little bit. “Patient files, case files, medical textbooks.” I give her a little grin and step over to the side table. “And this.” I open a little compartment and pull out some whisky and two glasses.
“Of course,” she says. “Because every responsible doctor needs alcohol in his office.”
“Only ones that love to have fun.” I pour two glasses and offer her one. She takes it and sips.
I drink mine, eyes moving along her body. “Honestly, I rarely drink. But it’s fun to have around when I finally do.”
She seems to relax a little bit as she drifts back over to my bookshelves. I watch her, leaning against the side table.
I don’t normally tell people about my little 1970s erotica collection. It’s not that I’m ashamed of it, but people love to judge what they don’t understand. For some reason, I don’t seem to mind when it comes to her.
Maybe it’s because I want her. Or maybe it’s because I think she’s the kind of person to reserve her judgments for things that really matter.
I don’t know. I don’t think it matters either way.
“I want you to do something for me,” I say to her. She looks over and smiles a bit.
“What’s that?”