by Cassie Black
II
I had a couple of days off after that disastrous shift, and spent them hanging out with my family, and trying to be a normal person again. I played Scrabble with my dad and twelve year old brother, and helped my mom make supper and research a paper on the effects of cannabis on multiple sclerosis. My mom was a doctor too, but her ideas had always been a little off centre, but she seemed to be making headway with this one. I was reluctantly impressed.
I was back at work too soon for my taste, and ran into the new surgeon almost within minutes of me walking through that front door.
"You're late," he said shortly, as he fell into step next to me. I ignored him, but he stayed next to me the whole way through the ED and to the back where the change rooms and lockers were. I stopped outside the door to the women's locker room and turned to my shadow.
"Go away," I told him, staring straight ahead at his tie.
"Look at me, Liv," he said, lifting my chin with his hand. I looked up at him sullenly, not appreciating the fact that he knew my name and wasn't afraid to use it.
"I'll pick you up after your shift tonight," he grinned as he took in my outraged expression.
"What is wrong with you?" I blurted out, throwing professionalism to the winds. "Understand this. I will not go out with you. Ever. And if you continue to harass me I will report you to the Medical Board. Asshole!" I added as I turned and stormed into the change rooms.
This guy was deluded, and he was seriously starting to freak me out. I should have paid attention to the door, however, because next thing I heard a click and I turned to see that Mr Suit had followed me into the change room and had locked the door behind him. He was standing in front of the locked door, looking big and smug and frightening. I looked around wildly for something to fend him off with but there was nothing. Of course.
He chuckled, his eyes following my own. And then he moved, and I was jammed against a wall of lockers with my wrists gripped in his left hand and held above my head, while his right found its way under my t-shirt. I started to scream, but his mouth descended on mine, cutting off any sound. His hand moved over the skin of my belly, stroking and tickling while his tongue moved over my lips, and then between them. I struggled against him for a few seconds, but his grip on my wrists tightened, and he pressed his body more firmly against mine.
And then, completely against my will and any kind of better judgement, a flaming hot desire erupted in my belly, and I gasped at its ferocity. Mr Suit used the opportunity to plunge his tongue inside my mouth, as his hand moved up over my ribs to rest just beneath my breast. I felt hot liquid pooling between my legs and I half leaned, half collapsed against him as he moved his lips along my jaw line, nipping and licking until he reached my earlobe, which he sucked into his hot mouth. I groaned out loud, and there was a knock on the door.
"You almost done in there?" I recognised the voice of one of the ED nurses. She must have also arrived late for work, and wanted to change into scrubs before going out on the floor. I blinked at the face gazing down at me and tried to speak.
"In a minute," I croaked, almost inaudibly.
"Give us a minute," Mr Suit called out. He released my wrists and caught my shoulders as I stumbled forward.
"I'll see you tonight," he promised, smiling gently now, as his eyes glinted beneath thick black lashes. I said nothing, trying as I was to breathe properly and put one foot in front of the other in a vaguely coordinated way. I heard the door latch click as he unlocked it, and I looked up to see Melissa gazing at me in awe. Mr Suit had left.
"Nice," she breathed. "I don't need to ask what's been going on in here," she continued, grinning at me. "About time someone ruffled his feathers. And yours, by the looks of things. You OK?"
"Yeah, I guess." I wasn't so sure though. It felt as if my whole foundation had been rocked, and now that the headiness of the moment had dissipated, I was starting to feel very nervous about the whole situation. I didn't even know his name, for God's sake. And now I couldn't ask Melissa either, because she would think I was a complete slut. So I just smiled and asked her to not say anything to anyone about anything. She grinned at me and shook her head.
"Forget it, Liv. Dr Hugo Grantham caught smooching in a change room? Can't keep that to myself," Melissa said with brutal honesty. "I've known him for a couple of years, and he's never so much as looked at a woman, and believe me, many have tried very hard to catch his attention."
"Keep me out of it?" I suggested hopefully, relieved that I finally knew his name.
"Hmmm," she said, as if considering this. "No can do." She grinned at me. "Sorry," she lied.
I guess it was too much to hope for. The rest of that shift was a complete nightmare as a result of Melissa and her blabbing mouth. She was a great nurse, and easy to get on with, but by the end of eight hour's worth of stares and sniggers I was getting really pissed at her. I had decided I didn't want anything to do with any of it, and was planning to head out the back way after I'd showered and changed back into my jeans and t-shirt. I figured I'd be able to avoid him that way, even though a part of me really objected to the idea. He was seriously hot, and I'd never responded to anyone like I had this morning to him. And now just the thought of him made me melt into a puddle of anticipation and lust. Plus he wasn't a player. Made a big difference, that did.
Turns out he was waiting for me as I came out of the shower, my hair still wet and hanging in untidy straggles over my shoulders. He stood leaning against the wall, immaculately dressed and devastatingly good-looking. I couldn't help it.
"Hey, Slick," I grinned at him as his eyes crinkled at the edges with silent laughter.
"I thought you might make a run for it, so I decided I'd better meet you here," he said as he held out his hand. I looked at it for a second and then I thought, the hell with it, and put my hand in his. I'd had another in a long line of shitty days, and there was every chance that this gorgeous man could help me forget it, at least for a couple of hours. I had developed a learned detachment when it came to relationships, and even though I wasn't into one night stands, I wasn't completely against them. I looked at Dr Hugo Grantham and resolved to make an exception tonight. He was a surgeon, and he had been a complete dick the first time we had met, so I didn't foresee any attachment issues. Plus I'd be moving on in a couple of weeks to my new rotation at a different hospital. Sorted.
I ran my eyes over his face and slowly down his body. Yep, this choice had everything to do with biology, and very little to do with emotions. He was smoking fucking hot, and I had nothing better to do tonight.
"Let's go then," I said to him, and he twined his fingers between mine in a strangely intimate way, and we walked out of the hospital together.
III
We decided to leave my car in the hospital parking lot under the watchful eyes of the security cameras. He opened the door of a late model SUV for me, and I hopped up into the spacious interior, and buckled myself in. I was starting to wonder if I'd made the right decision, and wondered if it would be rude to dive out of the car and make a run for it. I had half decided to just do it, when the engine started up and the car started moving. Too late.
He drove well, his hands resting loosely on the steering wheel. I gazed blindly out of the window, intensely aware of the man in the seat next to me. I wondered over and over again if I was completely and utterly mad to do this, trying to ignore the mounting excitement and trepidation I was feeling. I was in such a state by the time he pulled the car into a driveway, that I wasn't sure if I would be able to function like a normal human being. Walking and talking and breathing and suchlike. Basic stuff.
Next thing Hugo was opening my door and leaning across me and releasing the catch on my seatbelt. He took one of my hands I had clutched together on my lap, and held it up to his lips, gently kissing the palm.
"Don't be afraid," he said softly as he smiled at me. "I won't hurt you."
I looked at him for a few long seconds, and nodded. He helped me out of the car,
and I was surprised to find that I was able to walk without stumbling at all. He led me to the front door and opened it wide, standing back so I could enter before him. The lights were on, illuminating a warm, comfortable looking room. Thick rugs lay on a polished wooden floor, and a couple of old, dark leather couches were arranged around a large flat screen television, and an imposing looking sound system. I stood uncertainly in the centre of the room.
Hugo shut the door behind him, and removed his suit jacket, draping it over an old fashioned hat stand. He removed his tie and loosened the top two buttons of his white shirt, revealing a lightly tanned and muscular neck. I exhaled sharply, and shut my eyes, trying desperately not to wonder how that smooth skin tasted. When I opened them again he was standing inches from me, staring at me intently, his eyes heavy with lust. I leaned forward and licked the skin at the base of his neck, and grinned when I heard his sharp intake of breath. I moved closer, enjoying the effect I seemed to be having on this man. He groaned as my breasts brushed against his chest, and he curled the fingers of his right hand into my still wet hair, and crushed his lips against mine. I opened my mouth in invitation and he groaned again. His tongue found mine, and his left hand settled on my back under my shirt, pressing my body against his. I could feel his erection against my lower belly, thick and hard. I rubbed my body against it, and he suddenly lifted his head and gazed down at my upturned face.
"You want this?" he asked huskily.
"Yes," was all I managed. He gripped my t-shirt and pulled it over my head, and removed my bra with a practised flick of his fingers. He cupped both of my breasts in his hands, his thumbs stroking my nipples. I gasped and felt a hot rushing sensation in my lower belly and between my legs. He leaned down and took one nipple into his mouth, sucking and nipping it, while he undid my jeans and pulled them off, removing my panties and shoes at the same time. He stood back then, his eyes running over my naked body.
"God, you're beautiful," he breathed, as he started removing his own clothes. I stood and watched him through heavy lidded eyes, appreciating the movement of his muscles under his skin. His erection sprung free from his shorts as he removed them and I inhaled sharply. He smiled at me and stepped forwards, grabbing my butt and lifting me so that his swollen cock rubbed against my wet core. I grabbed his shoulders, and rested my face against his neck.
"Please," I groaned against his skin.
"Now?"
"Yes, now," I said urgently, and felt him sliding slowly inside me, and my tissues wet and ready and stretching to accommodate him. He lowered me slowly, his eyes watching my face as he filled me. I stared back at him with glazed eyes, breathing shallowly and biting my lower lip.
"Jesus," he said softly.
"Hmmm," I groaned again. He walked forward a few steps then, and I felt a wall against my back. His hands moved to stroke the insides of my thighs, and then underneath them so he held me up with my legs apart. I held onto his shoulders and leaned back against the wall as he started moving in and out of me, slowly and controlled. I looked down at his slick cock as it disappeared inside me and shuddered, feeling the first tiny ripples of pleasure flicker through me. I lay my head back against the wall and surrendered to the incredible sensations licking through my body like a searing flame, burning me up and making me scream with ecstasy as I came, my body clenching reflexively around his cock. I opened my eyes to see him staring at my face, and then he gave a long drawn out groan and I felt him spasming deep inside me. He collapsed against me then, burying his face in my neck.
"You can put me down now," I suggested gently when my legs starting to ache.
"I don't want to," he mumbled into my neck.
I chuckled. "Please?"
He sighed dramatically as he lowered me to the floor. "You hungry?"
"Surprisingly, yes."
"Come on then," he said as he took my hand and led me through to the kitchen. "Pizza?"
"Yes, please."
"You're not vegetarian, are you?"
"Nope."
"Have a seat," he said, indicating a chunky wooden barstool.
"I need to put some clothes on," I told him.
"No you don't," he grinned at me. "I think you look beautiful like that."
"Yes, but I'm going to leak all over your chair," I said, and blushed as I saw his gaze directed at the fluid running down my thighs. He came and knelt in front of me, and traced a finger along the inside of my leg.
"That is the most erotic thing I have ever seen," he said hoarsely. "My semen running down your thighs."
Then he stood, lifted me up into his arms and carried me all the way up the stairs and into his bedroom. He lay me gently on the king size sleigh bed and leaned over me, his expression gentle.
"You are so beautiful to me," he whispered, as his mouth descended on mine. I let him in, and put my hands up to touch his chest and belly, running my hands over the line of hair than ran from below his neck to where his erection prodded my hip. He groaned into my mouth and I grinned, enjoying his reaction to my hands. He lifted his head and gazed down at me hungrily.
"You minx," he growled. "I am going to have to punish you." I giggled.
Then he buried his head between my thighs and my world swayed and spun as everything was reduced to this, here and now. I whimpered as his tongue licked and penetrated me, and then settled into lazy circles around my clitoris. The whimpering turned to wails as the inevitable tension gripped my body, and a raging orgasm exploded through me. I lay helpless, trying to breathe through the waves of pleasure as he entered me, plunging his entire length inside me in one smooth movement. I gasped as the waves grew again as he moved in and out, slowly at first, then faster and harder until I came again just as his cock started contracting inside me.
We lay there for what felt like ages, dazed and satiated. Eventually he lifted himself off me and smiled down at my contented expression.
"You need to eat, lovely Liv."
"I don't want to move," I told him and stretched languorously.
"If you do that again I will not be responsible for my actions," he warned me huskily. I grinned at him, and allowed him to help me up and lead me to the bathroom, where he handed me a towelling robe, and draped a towel around his waist.
"Don't want to give the pizza guy a fright," he explained. We went downstairs and he phoned a local franchise and ordered four large pizzas. "I'm hungry too," he said when he saw my surprised expression.
The pizzas arrived within minutes, and we sat on the leather couch in the sitting room and devoured them. I started yawning as soon as we were done. It had been a long day, and I needed my sleep more than most anyway. I couldn't function properly on less than eight hours of sleep, and when I couldn't function properly, people could die. It was a constant concern for me, so I slept a lot.
"You have an early start tomorrow," Hugo said. "We should sleep now. I have a spare toothbrush you can use, and I can stop by your place tomorrow morning for clean clothes before I drop you at work."
"OK, thanks," I yawned at him, pleased that everything seemed to have sorted itself out. He led me upstairs to the bathroom again, put a toothbrush in my hand and left me to it.
Ten minutes later I crawled into his bed, and fell asleep almost instantly.
IV
I woke to the sound of an alarm screeching next to my ear, and a warm male arm wrapped around my waist. I glanced at the clock as the arm detached itself from me and reached out to silence it. Six am. I was due at work in an hour. I would have to hurry.
A kiss was planted on my shoulder. I turned slightly and sat up, rubbing my eyes.
"You sleep really well," Hugo grinned at me as he sat up too. "You don't move at all. I was worried you were going to get bed sores."
"Ha ha," I told him. "I need to get to work."
"I know. The coffee should be ready now, and once you're dressed I can take you home, and then to the hospital."
"What time do you start?"
"I'm off today. I have a week'
s leave now."
"Nice," I told him, feeling mildly disappointed that I wouldn't be seeing him at work for a week. He was really very easy on the eyes. And he seemed like a nice guy too. Who knew.
He dropped me at the hospital as promised, with five minutes to spare, which I used up by having a hot shower, and then getting changed into clean undies and scrubs. I walked out of that change room feeling rested and relaxed. I wondered how long it would take for the ED to shatter that.
Twenty minutes later I had my answer. What kind of person has vodka for breakfast and then drives her kids to school?
Eight hours later I dragged myself out of there, tired, but pleased with how the day had gone. Nobody had died on my shift, which was always a bonus. Even the vodka swilling mother had made it to ICU.
I'd forgotten where I'd parked my car the day before, but I found it eventually. As I pressed the remote to unlock it, three guys stepped out from behind an adjacent SUV, and surrounded me. They were all big and good looking and well dressed, but there was something about them that made my skin crawl. Maybe it was the way they were staring at me, as if I was something they wanted to eat.
"Hello, pretty lady," one of them snarled at me. I felt the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. "Come and play with us."
"Piss off," I told them flatly, trying not to show any fear, but feeling it uncoiling in my gut anyway. I stepped back, straight into the arms of one of the guys, who gripped my elbows uncomfortably tightly, and sniffed loudly at my hair.
"Definitely a wild one, boys, but it smells like someone has already had her."