by Lexi Sinner
Every moment of it was both too much and not enough.
My knees bent, and I wrapped my legs around his waist, which allowed him to bottom out inside of me. I was completely full of him. My fingers tangled in the sheets beneath me as he started upping his pace. Every thrust was a little faster, a little rougher, like we were building up to a rhythm I didn’t think I’d be even to take even ten minutes ago.
I felt him change his position, sitting up and setting me on my thighs, his hands were tight on my hips. He kept going, filling me and using me and leaving me moaning and crying out in pleasure. How had I waited for this so long?
Why did I let myself miss out on sex for so long?
No, I couldn’t let myself regret anything. I was beyond happy that my first time was with him, it felt so amazing that nobody else could have measured up. His fingertips were getting tighter, and as the angle changed, he hit that spot inside of me that his clever fingers had found before.
“I’m close,” I gasped out, the words leaving me in surprise. His tempo was getting erratic, and was pulling me apart at the edges.
“Good girl, me too,” he murmured.
My orgasm shook me even harder this time.
I could feel every inch of the summer storm that was striking outside. Every drop of rain, every roll of thunder, I was disappearing into the sensation and releasing every bit of tension in my body. I felt his hands grow tighter on my hips, and his thrusting slow as he came inside of me.
I was breathless, overwhelmed and overjoyed.
He collapsed down beside me, kissing me tenderly as we both came down from it.
I curled up against him, although we were both hot from the strain, and we kissed again. I couldn’t help but think I’d found my passion in him.
Story 10
Chapter One
Walking into the Charles Montgomery Medical Center was a daunting experience. Pale marble flooring and acres of glass fronted the place I would be working now I’d graduated college with the highest grades in my class. In through the rotating doors, being nodded to by one of the security guards, who cast a glance at my shiny, new ID. card.
Not the best photo I’ve ever taken, but not bad.
In the main lobby sat a reception desk with a middle-aged woman and younger man. Grandmotherly kindness radiated from her face as I walked by, her dentures shone as she smiled at me before speaking to an invisible someone on her headset.
The atmosphere felt alive with positive energy and the hope of better health, this was somewhere people came to get better not to pass away. Doctors and nurses milled about or walked purposefully through the inner atrium, talking animatedly as they went. And I was about to join them!.
At the bank of mirrored doors that were the elevators I tapped my ID. against the call pad to bring the car down. Somewhere deep inside the building electronics and machinery responded and the doors slid open with a light hiss. I stepped in and tapped the touchscreen control for the twelfth floor. As the doors started to close an arm appeared, holding a cup of coffee from the cart downstairs. Metal slid apart again, revealing a young man with a serious, dark brown haircut and honey-chocolate eyes that I’d normally only see in my dreams.
He stood there, arm extended, as those gorgeous eyes roamed across my face and body before, finally, reaching my eyes. A smile split his face and I felt the blush redden my cheeks – he knew I’d been checking him out too. I grinned and reached for the cup watching him snatch it away from me.
“Hey, don’t mess with a man’s coffee!” He said as he stepped into the elevator. “Twelfth floor, huh?” He asked, glancing at the screen. “VIP. section right there. The name’s Kyle,” he added, offering his hand. “Peterson.”
I took it shaking gently as I introduced myself too.
“TallieWainright,” I said. “It’s my first day.”
“Well welcome aboard, TallieWainright,” Kyle said with a warm smile. “This is me,” he added as the elevator halted on ten. “We can’t all be dealing with celebrities all day, he added. “See you around.”
I watched him retreat as the doors slid closed and opened again a few seconds later on my floor.
I still couldn’t believe this was a hospital. When I’d been given the tour by the head of staffing I must have looked like an awestruck teenager, walking around with my mouth open at the luxury around me. Pale cream walls featured expensive paintings by current artists. The floor, a cream marble veined with dark brown patches, had a mirror polish to its surface and each of my footsteps echoed gently as I walked through.
At the nurse’s station there was a commotion, with the senior sister trying to field two phone calls while typing something on an iPad. The look of hopeful gratitude that came over her face when I appeared was priceless.
Connie stood at five feet in height, with light brown skin and a distinctly South American accent. Although in her early thirties she gave off a distinctly motherly vibe and I’d warmed to her during my orientation.
“Tallie!” She mouthed. “Thank God!”
I smirked as she finished her calls and turned to me, panting.
“I’m really sorry to do this to you on your first day, sweetie, but can you start early?”
“That’s why I came in,” I told her. “Get a head start on things.”
“You’re a life saver,” she said. “I’ve got two girls off sick and they called up from the second floor to take two others for emergency surgery. Then it turns out that no one bothered to let me know some of the Atlanta Ravens are coming in for pre-season check up,” Connie rolled her eyes. “But why should they tell me? I only have to make sure they get all their X-rays, BP's done and put up with all their B.S...”
“Connie,” I said in a soothing tone. “Just let me get changed and I’ll look after the Ravens.”
“Oh no,” she said. “I couldn’t let you do that, they can be...difficult sometimes.”
The phone started to ring again and her eyes cut to it.
“Look I grew up in a house full of boys, I’ve got three brothers and I can hold my own.”
Still looking skeptical, Connie flapped her hands at me as she plucked the phone from its cradle.
Chapter Two
Ten minutes later I was back, changed into scrubs and with my hair pulled into a ponytail. Connie was on the phone again when one of the patients pressed their call button. She hung up, looking at me with a pleading expression on her face and I checked the board to see who needed attention.
Mrs. Caldwell, room twelve-oh-five.
I trotted along the corridor past empty rooms and a few with patients in before getting to Mrs. Caldwell’s room and knocking before I entered. It was dim inside, the blinds had been drawn and I had to pause until my eyes adjusted.
“Who are you?” A voice like gravel hitting a windowpane demanded.
“I’m Tallie, Mrs. Caldwell,” I ventured. “What can I help you with?”
“Where’s the other one?” The disembodied voice snapped. “That Mexican, where’s she?”
“Connie’s dealing with something else at the moment,” I said. “Can I help?”
Silence greeted my question and I was just about to leave when she spoke again.
“Open these blinds, and get me some fresh water,” she ordered.
I took a breath and entered Mrs. Caldwell’s room, pressing the button on the remote control immediately next to her bed that flooded the room with light. I took the jug of untouched water, emptying it down the sink in her en-suite bathroom before filling it again and returning.
Mrs. Caldwell lay in an expanse of pillows and quilts, her small, wizened face poking out of the nest she was in like a baby bird. She looked a lot like Yzma in The Emperor’s New Groove, thin to the point of emaciation and quite angular. She wore a long nightgown with matching net hat, something I hadn’t expected to see today and her feet were clothed in surgical socks to prevent thromboses.
“Morning,” I said, smiling.
“Mrs. Caldwell just grumbled,
struggling to sit up in the bed. I moved to assist her but the look she directed at me was one of pure malice and I stopped, watching her struggle.
“Mrs. Caldwell, hasn’t anyone shown you how to use the bed?” I asked, waving the remote at her.
“No and I don’t wish to either,” she growled. “Damn new things and change!” She looked at me pointedly.
“Well if there’s nothing else,” I said. “I do have other patients,”
“Yes, go, leave me like all the others,” she said as I crossed the room. “I want something to eat!” She added as I let the door close behind me.
I returned to the nurse’s station to find Connie on yet another call and smiled at her as she shook her head, explaining to whoever was on the other end that she had no more nurses left to send down.
“I could go,” I offered.
“Don’t even joke,” Connie moaned as she handed me an iPad. “I’m not getting away from here this morning,” she added. “If you’re sure you can handle these Ravens then be my guest,” she steered me towards a hallway. “Just make sure you don’t take any of their crap. They’re like children sometimes.”
“I’ll be fine,” I said to her concerned face.
“Okay. Down the corridor and to the right,” she told me.
Following her directions was easy, opening the door wasn’t. I turned the handle, pushing, but nothing happened so pulled with the same results. I took a few more steps down the hall peering through a window shielded by curtains to see if I had the right room. Three tall men were laughing inside, one of them holding the door closed. I smirked, skirting the room to the other door and throwing it open.
“Just for holding that door shut I’m going to make sure my hands are cold!” I said to the three surprised basketball players inside the room.
The three men were, according to my iPad, all here to get past injuries checked. Ant Daly had suffered a broken wrist during a nasty challenge in one of his games while Chris Parlington had been out all season with an injury to his cruciate ligament. According to his notes, Chris had been lucky enough to avoid surgery, the doctors trying intense physical therapy instead. DerrinOlifaliou had been assaulted at a post game party and suffered three broken ribs in the fight.
“Hey! Where’s Princess Consuela?” Ant Daly asked as he moved his foot away from the door.
“Connie’s far too busy to babysit you three,” I said, making sure I had control of them as soon as I could.
“So who you?” Chis asked, his eyes rolling over my breasts.
“Nurse Wainright to you,” I replied as I fired up one of the computers in the room.
“Ooh, we’ve got a live one here,” Derrin called.
I could almost cut the testosterone in the atmosphere with a scalpel as they watched me work. I turned to look at them, all three had gathered together in a huddle and a smirk twisted my lips to see three grown men – tall, muscular men – cowed by a single nurse fresh out of college.
“Well come on,” I said as if speaking to a gaggle of toddlers. “Get in there and get changed. I can’t wait to see you three out of those suits and in gowns.”
“I ain’t wearing that crap,” Chris said with a frown on his face.
The tallest of the three men, he wore an immaculately tailored suit that clung to his muscles perfectly. Short, black hair had been buzz-cut close to his head and combined with his dusky skin he looked dark and excitingly dangerous. A bad boy and one to be avoided. He towered over me at almost seven feet tall but I never flinched as I looked up into his deep brown eyes.
“Aw come on, Chris, I doubt it’s the first time you’ve had a dress on,” I said.
Ant and Derrin laughed, punching Chris on the arm.
“Hey, she got you there, man!” Ant said.
“All right, all right,” Chris said, laughing himself as he walked towards one of the rooms in back.
I returned to the computer, inputting data on all three athletes as they ribbed each other.
“Hey, no peeking!” One of them called.
“Nothing in there I want to see,” I called back.
Not true.
Now where had that thought come from? I knew they were all athletes, at the top of their game and physically impressive as well but still. It was completely unprofessional to think about them in any other way than as my patients.
Chris is more than a little hot, though.
I felt myself smile as the doors opened and I turned to look at the three, sheepish men that now faced me. Each had on a gown with the hospital’s logo and each was so tall they looked like they had on a micro-dress, the hem barely coming to mid-thigh. Chris held his closed at the back and my eyes automatically fell to the front where something pushed the cloth out intriguingly.
Derrin and Ant busied themselves by trying to rip each other’s gowns off, laughing and generally having a good time. Chris stood by just watching every move I made. It was as if I could feel his eyes on me wherever I went and it felt a little uncomfortable. Not that I didn’t like Chris, after all what was there not to like? Tall, athletic and attractive as well as rich and famous he was probably just about any woman’s dream catch.
People like him go for movie stars, not nurses from nowherville.
“So what happens now we’re almost naked?” Ant asked, chuckling.
“X-rays, gentlemen,” I said. “Followed by an exam, especially on your cruciate ligament, Chris,” I added with a smile. “Follow me.”
I led them through and out into the hallway, through to a dedicated X-ray area all ready for them. I left all three in the capable hands of the radiologist there, giving them instructions to return to the room once done. I popped my head round the nurse’s station nodding to Connie who nodded back.
“They giving you much trouble?” She asked.
“Like putty in my hands,” I said smiling. “They’re just off for X-rays then I’ll take pressures and bloods before the doctor comes to assess them.”
“I think I’m in love with you,” Connie said, smiling in gratitude. “I don’t know what I’d have done without you today.”
I winked at her before trotting back to the Raven’s room where Chris was waiting for me. His eyes met mine as I walked in and something felt as if it passed between us, an electric pulse that took my breath and locked it in my lungs. His gaze was almost predatory as he gazed at me, stock still in the doorway, as if I was something to be hunted and eaten.
At that moment I wanted nothing more.
Move!
My feet started on their own, squeaking slightly on the floor with every step. I swallowed my nerves, avoiding his intense gaze.
“E-everything okay?” I stammered in a high voice.
“Uh-huh,” he grunted at me, his own voice deceptively calm and deep. “How long you worked here?”
“First day,” I said, calmed a little by the change of pace.
“Really?” He asked in surprise. “You work it like a pro.”
“Thanks,” I cast over my shoulder.
“So, um, you seeing anyone?” He asked.
If I’d have been hooked up to a cardiac monitor alarm bells would have started to sound, my heartbeat increased and I felt a tremble in my lips as they decided whether to smile or press together in a line.
No, Chris, I’m still a virgin.
“Not at the moment,” I somehow managed to tell him.
“Can I get your number?” Chris asked.
Of course you can and I’ll bear your first child too.
“I don’t think that’s a great idea,” I muttered. “You’re my patient, after all.”
“Then go get Connie,” Chris said. “Swap with her and we can go out.”
“I couldn’t do her job,” I said, modestly.
“Come on, what’s the harm?” He asked and I could feel his eyes tearing my clothes off as I stood there.
“It’s against the policy of the Charles Mon...”
“Oh come on, don’t give me that crap,” h
e said cutting me off. “You know the rules don’t apply here.”
I made the mistake of glancing at him and he pinned me with that predatory gaze again. Something in his stare made me feel nervous, as if I was prey, but at the same time it was a look I wanted him to give me. Something primal and feminine responded to the call in his stare, his body, and for a second I wanted nothing more than to throw myself at him.
The door opened and Derrin walked in, smiling and nodding to Chris, breaking the connection between us.
I bolted.
Chapter Three
Splashing cold water on my face did nothing to cool my heated blood and I stood in the bathroom, breath fogging the mirror in front of me as I panted hard. Never had I been so affected by a man. Never. Not in all my years of college, even though I’d had plenty of offers, had any man been more than a fleeting distraction. But Chris? There was an aura around him, a force I could almost feel. One, in fact that had power over me.
As a nurse you get all sorts of propositions, men find us almost irresistible, especially the old ones for some reason. Why they find it so appealing, I’ll never know, most of the time I’m up to my elbows in body fluids – how sexy can that be?
I had to get back to the Ravens, had to do my job, but I had no idea how I’d respond to Chris and that made me nervous. I stared at the woman before me.
Blue eyes stared back, framed by dark blond hair and a sprinkle of freckles across her nose. Flat cheeks stretched down to a small chin below a surprisingly full-lipped mouth. I smiled and my reflection did the same.
Where’s the harm in letting him have my number? Doesn’t mean I’m going to do anything.
Convincing myself that was true, I went back to the room to find Derrin had changed back into his suit.
“I’ve been given the all clear,” he said. “And I got a book signing set up for this afternoon,” he punched Chris in the arm. “Autobiography, you know. Gotta make that paper, baby,” he grinned at me before walking out, leaving me alone with Chris.
Nervous anticipation made my head swim at the same time as making my lower belly clench deliciously.