Doctor Single Dad

by Sonia Belier

  When he inserted a finger, I lost my mind.

  Moving the thin fabric aside, he plunged a finger into my tight moist depths. I constricted at his movements and I wasn’t even sure I was moaning anymore. It was more like airy gasps. Like I’d just jogged a marathon or something.

  Paul changed his position at the end of the bed and I felt his growing hardness brush up against my inner thigh. Yeah, I was wet, but he was rock hard.

  He moved his fingers in and out of me, picking up speed the more I continued to moan. Each movement of his fingers was like a burst of passion smothering me to the point that I was grasping on those damn silk covers for air.

  If we weren’t careful, this is going to turn into an addiction real soon…

  I raked my fingers roughly through his blunt burgundy hair, trying mightily to control my hips spasms as I rode against the curl of his fingers inside of me. Paul was hitting spots that I didn’t even know existed. My eyes were doing 360’s behind my lids trying to keep up with his tongue and fingers.

  I could feel my hips jerking more violently. Paul didn’t stop, he kept going and going bringing me to the edge.

  I bucked my back upwards riding out the intense waves of pleasure, edging Paul’s name out in a series of breathless moans.

  For a moment, our breathing was the only audible sound in the room.

  “That was just the appetizer.”

  Each word was a puff of air against my sweat slickened skin. He scaled up my body and we locked lips in a kiss that wasn’t gentle at all. It was lust driven. Messy. Hungry. Parting my lips, he pushed his tongue inside.

  Dominant. Forceful. A man that had been a while without satisfying his carnal desire.

  But suddenly, something in the pit of my stomach wrenched.

  I was nervous.

  Paul must’ve noticed my eyes widened because he abruptly stopped his onslaught of kisses.

  “April? Something wrong?” His lustful expression quickly turned to one of concern.

  “Umm, yeah I’m okay. It’s just that…” I lowered my head to try and avoid eye contact with him. Truth was that I wasn’t just nervous, I was embarrassed. This was all new to me. Completely unchartered territory with a man that had more power than I could ever dream.

  What the hell was I doing?

  “It’s just that what? Talk to me, babe.” He nudged my chin up with his hand and brush his thumb against my cheek.

  “I don’t know if I’m ready to do anything else.”

  Shit.

  I could feel the waterworks leaving the gates.

  I felt his muscular arms wrap around my shoulder.

  “Do you want to go finish that movie we started?” His smile brightened up and I almost melted into a pool of scattered emotions on the bed.

  “That sounds like a good idea. Maybe you could pick something better than what I was half watching.”

  “Right on.” Leaping off of the bed, he grabbed a night robe that was hanging on the back of the door and wrapped it around me.

  We walked down the steps and back to the living room where that cozy couch was waiting for us. Part of me regretted stopping Paul. It’s not like I didn’t want to have sex with him.

  I just wasn’t sure if I was ready for it.

  Maybe I would tell him why.

  Just not yet.

  Paul put on a movie that pretty much just acted as background noise and I nestled into his arms again. Sitting pretty much in awkward silence, I tried to think about if I’d made a mistake. Was Paul turned off by my hesitation? Did I screw up?

  I looked up at him and saw him dozing off as the movie played aimlessly in the background. Maybe it was best if we tried to keep it professional for now.

  “Paul…Paul, are you awake?” I nudged his arm gently and he snapped out of his daze a bit startled.

  “Mmm…damn. Almost fell asleep there. What do you need baby?”

  “Would you mind driving me home? I’ve got a really early lecture in the morning, and you know I’ll be hard-pressed to get out of bed for it.” Mentally I was kicking myself. I wanted to stay here in his warm embrace but, I was so scared. I was afraid of what would happen if we took this thing seriously.

  “Sure thing April. Let me grab my keys.” He rose up from the sofa and buttoned up his shirt. I managed to steal one last good look at his godly body before he locked it away from me for the foreseeable future.

  I really hope I wasn’t making a mistake.

  Fixing my clothing and grabbing my bag, I walked to the door and waited for Paul to join me. When he arrived we walked out and to his beamer outside.

  I expected the ride back to my place to be filled with a palpable and awkward silence. But it wasn’t. We talked about Dylan, dinner and the crazy patient he had a run in with at his hospital.

  Paul did his best to make sure I wasn’t at all uncomfortable.

  “I know I already said this a million times April, but thanks for saving my ass today. Like I said, I would love to have you do this more often if you’re willing. Of course, you’ll be compensated well.” He looked over at me for a brief second and my heart lit up at the look of his gleaming and firm smile. It was impossible to say no to him. I don’t know how I managed to earlier.

  “Of course I want to! Dylan was amazing. If it’ll help take a load off of your shoulder, I’ll have no problem stopping by again. I mean, you are a world-renowned surgeon. I know just how busy you are.”

  “Good. That’s just what I want to hear.” Just as he said that we pulled up at my apartment. He got out of the car and opened my door, walking me over to the front door of the building.

  “I had a good time with you April. And damn, you look stunning tonight. Just realized how amazing your smile is.” He brought his hand to my cheek and rubbed it softly with his thumb. Even the smallest touch felt like an explosion of fire and sparks.

  Cupping both of my cheeks in his hand he brought my face to his in a firm but gentle kiss.

  “I’ll see you later April.”

  “Goodbye, Paul.”

  Chapter 7

  Paul

  I must’ve spent the rest of that car ride home mulling over whether or not I crossed the line with April. She seemed so into it, I didn’t understand why she just stopped.

  Unless she was a…virgin?

  Nah. No way. There’s no way that’s even remotely a possibility. Not like that was a bad thing. Actually, that made all of this even more hard to restrain from.

  There was no doubt I wanted to do a lot more than just have April babysit Dylan. I wanted her. I fought hard for every little bit of restraint in my body to not take her sexy little body. It took everything in me to keep those thoughts at bay.

  She was my student and Dylan’s babysitter. As long as I keep those buzz-killing thoughts in my head, everything would be kosher.

  I pulled back up to the condo and saw a strange red note pressed against the wooden frame of the door. I couldn’t think of anyone that would’ve left it there. Pulling the paper off of the door, I read it carefully.

  “2 for me. You can manage, can’t you?”

  The handwriting was awful. Almost like a small child wrote it.

  Almost like Dylan wrote it.

  Maybe I’d ask him about it when he woke up.

  When I walked inside Dylan was sitting playfully in the living scribbling in a coloring book like it wasn’t three in the morning.

  “Hey little man, what are you still doing up?” This was weird. I was pretty sure that April put him to bed a while ago.

  “Oh, I was just coloring with the lady!”

  “April?”

  “Actually dada, I don’t remember her name…” I curled my eyebrow up in confusion. Ehh…maybe he was just sleepwalking. I did it all the time anyway.

  “Come on Dylan, you know it’s way past time for you to be awake. I don’t want to catch you wandering around at this time anymore.” I picked him up and carried him to his bedroom and into his bed. Tucking him in, I
left the door open a crack and walked into my suite.

  The note was fucking weird, to say the least, but I didn’t want to worry Dylan if it wasn’t him that wrote it so I crumbled it up and set it the draw next to my bed. Out of sight, out of mind. I was much more looking forward to seeing April again. Seriously, I couldn’t think of anything other than her while I sat on the bed staring at the ceiling.

  This was a first for me.

  I wasn’t normally wrapped up in my emotions over any woman.

  But here I was…anticipating the next time I would see her again.

  Fate sure has a weird way of throwing curveballs into your life.

  My eyes could hardly stay open. Instead of sleeping, I spent all night staring at the ceiling.

  Thinking about April.

  My heart wasn’t in the teaching mood, so I left the students to watch a gory surgical procedure to get them going. It seemed to do the trick so I sat at my desk trying to keep my eyes from veering back into April’s direction.

  I wasn’t the kind to lose my cool, like ever. But I couldn’t stop thinking that she was angry about what happened yesterday. Most of the women I’d been with the past few years practically threw themselves on me. I didn’t have to ask any question before, during, or after. April was different. I cared about her in a way I haven’t cared for anyone in a long time.

  And now I couldn’t help but feel like an ass.

  I quietly tapped my fingers against the cold plastic coating of the desk I sat at and watched as her emerald eyes danced against the darkness of the room. Our eyes met and she quickly looked away. Her ripe cheeks became blush with embarrassment. But I could tell she wasn’t completely unhappy about it.

  Maybe I should talk to her after class.

  For goodness sake, she’s my student and my son’s babysitter… What the hell was I doing thinking about doing anything else with her?

  I shifted around in my chair and glanced around at the students in class, some paying attention to the video, some not. The more I tried not to think about April, the more my eyes shifted to her direction.

  April locked eyes with me again.

  Her full lips mouthed shapes at me…after…class…let’s…talk? I think that’s what she said.

  Good.

  I had every intention of talking to her and making her mine.

  When the documentary finally finished, I flicked on the lights in the lecture hall and walked to the center.

  “Alright class, that’s it for today. Remember you have a test next week. First one of the semester. Try not to fail.” With groans and sighs, the students in the hall dispersed. April walked over to me, her ample hips swishing and swaying just right.

  “You wanted to talk?” I folded my arms and gave her an expectant smile. I had no clue where this conversation was going to go, I only hoped it would go in my favor.

  “Yeah, um…do you think we could go to your office?” Her voice was light and longing. Dripping with sex appeal.

  What the hell was she up to?

  “Sure thing. Just let me close down the hall here.” I turned off all of the lights and the projector, locking the door to the hall behind April. We walked to my office in silence and at an oddly fast pace.

  “Dr. Gray! Long time no see!” We stopped at the sound of a husky old voice down the hall. I really didn’t want to stop walking, but I turned around anyway.

  John Lowell, a damn good surgeon in his own right and President of the medical school.

  “Dr. John Lowell, good to see you too. How’ve you been?” My eyes discreetly wandered to April. She was looking pretty impatient. Better make this quick.

  “Been well Doctor. I just wanted to say that the university is grateful you’re taking time out of your schedule to teach our future doctors.”

  “It’s nothing. I enjoy it. Uh, I’m kind of in a hurry here Dr. Lowell but, stop by my office later and we can talk.”

  April was much more important than this conversation anyway.

  I waved him off and she picked up right where she left off, bursting down the hall.

  Alright, this was starting to get a little strange. Why was she in such a hurry? Her blonde hair scurried in strands against her face as she paced down the hall. I couldn’t stop looking at her. I couldn’t stop thinking about having her again. Maybe she was thinking the same thing too.

  Fumbling with the keys in my hand, I let out a deep sigh when I got the door to my office open. I closed it quickly and April walked over to my desk with her hands on her hips. Curling her fingers in a “come hither” motion, it was like she pulled me to her with an invisible rope.

  I raced those eight steps from the door to my desk and wrapped my arms around her slim waist.

  I looked at her beautiful face for a few seconds before I took her soft pursed lips onto mine. There was a taste of sweet strawberries on her tongue and as soon as it hit my taste buds I cupped her ass in my hands.

  “I don’t have any second thoughts anymore Paul. I want you.” She said into my ear, her voice turning into an audible moan.

  These pants were now feeling a few sizes smaller than I thought they were.

  That was all the confirmation I needed that she wanted it as much as I did.

  Picking her up by her smooth thighs, I balanced her on the desk clearing all of the mess to the floor with my left hand. We almost pummeled each other with a barrage of crazy kisses.

  Yeah, my rock-hard cock was making these pants really tight thanks to April.

  “You don’t know how bad I want you April.” My fingers dug into the flimsy silk top she was wearing and I pulled it gently over her head. Her wavy hair became a sexy, sultry, mess and she flipped her head back in response.

  “Just shut up and fuck me already!”

  “You don’t need to tell me twice.”

  I took her breasts in my hand and pinched those hard nipples underneath the lace bra she was wearing. She was panting but I wanted her to yell, I wanted to make her scream. She was going to feel what I wanted to give her yesterday.

  Three…

  Two…

  One…

  Those clasps keeping her soft tits from my grasps were gone with the wind.

  Chapter 8

  April

  It was oh so dangerous to be doing this, but so damn good!

  His warm hands traced my breasts and pinched my taut nipples in between his knuckles. The touch was electric. My body was on fire. Paul traced a jagged path along my chin and to my collarbone with fire laden kisses. My senses were going numb. I was here for office hours alright, but not the studious kind.

  I struggled to undo the buttons on his shirt. My fingers were shaking from the waves of pleasure I felt at Paul’s touch.

  Goodness gracious, he had the body of a Roman god.

  His abs were rock solid and I ran my hands along the arcs and curves of them memorizing the feeling of his skin with the pads of my fingertips. His heart was beating hard. I didn’t think he was nervous. Excited was definitely a better word for it. Paul’s warm breath was heavy and it made me shiver.

  I still couldn’t believe we were really doing this.

  In his office no less.

  That fact made this all the more thrilling.

  “I’ve been waiting for this since I first saw you.” His husky growling stirred emotions deep within me and I could feel the soft silk fabric of my panties becoming slick with anticipation.

  Like candy-coated chocolate, he sucked on my nipples firmly and I ran my fingers through his hair, sinking into his movements. He let go of them with a “pop” and I moved quickly to the belt on his slacks.

  My heart was beating so fast. My palms were sweating uncontrollably. I almost forgot how to undo a belt buckle I was so nervous. And Paul’s gentle kisses on my earlobe weren’t making it any easier, not that I minded it all that much.

  “Let me give you a little hand here.”

  “Thanks.” I chuckled breathlessly while Paul helped me get his pants
down his legs. My hands brushed against the very long, and very hard length of his member. A huge gasp of air escaped my mouth when I felt it. Any nervousness that I felt just a second ago was quickly replaced with excitement.

  I knew we had to be quick, so I dropped down from the desk and to my knees on the floor. Pulling his briefs down his hard cock whipped out from underneath, saluting me in all its glory. I didn’t waste any time taking it into my mouth and sucking forcefully down his length.

  “Damn…April…” He tried to speak in between haggard moans. It was hard to stay focused with him crooning like that in his husky voice, but the feeling of dominating this muscular hunk of sex appeal before me was driving me wild. I tried to take him deeper and he grabbed my hair vigorously, bobbing my head back and forth with his strength. My moans against his harness sent well-timed shivers through his body. I abruptly slid my mouth off of his length with a pop

  “Fuck! That was too good.” His face was flush with an oddly sexy combination of pleasure and longing. “Let me get you back up here.” Paul leaned down and picked me up by my thighs, placing me back on the desk.

  We were so eager. So eager to give each other our bodies. My heart was racing all the while.

  He slid my pencil skirt down my thighs and dropped them to the ground.

  “Looks like I’ve got a bad little student that needs some extra tutoring, hmm?” His voice was so hungry, so lustful that my face turned hot to the touch just hearing him. Moving my black panties to the side he carefully slid a finger into my entrance, quickly taking it back out. His finger slick with my wetness, I almost exploded when he slid the finger into my mouth.

  Paul grabbed himself, firm like a sword and gave a few well-placed strokes. He leaned in closer to me and rubbed the bulbous head against the entrance to my core. Sparks traveled all across my body, soaking the feeling in. Looking at me with those shining eyes, he arched his head forward like he was looking for confirmation or something.