Too Much Information

by Missy Johnson

  “Uh, what the hell is going on?” Her gaze falls back to me. “Why are you naked?”

  Matt chuckles to himself as he saunters over to the door.

  “I think that’s my cue to leave. Have fun,” he calls out.

  He closes the door behind him, then opens it long enough to slap the note back on the door. Laura stares at me, her arms firmly crossed over her chest. Her eyes unwillingly slide down to what my hands are covering. I laugh, because what else can I do? This isn’t quite going like I expected.

  “The plan was so much better in my head.”

  “What plan?” she says with a frown.

  “I thought you were avoiding me because of what happened, so I figured I’d even things out and make it less awkward for you.”

  “What are you talking about?” she says, shaking her head.

  “I’ve seen yours, so you see mine.”

  She stares at me for a moment and then begins to laugh, to the point where she’s doubled over she’s laughing so hard. She walks over to the door, snatches the note off it, then giggles some more.

  “So, my brother just walked in on you, naked on my couch?” She giggles.

  I nod sheepishly. She shakes her head as she walks slowly toward me.

  “I haven’t been ignoring you,” she says softly. “I’ve just been so busy with work and everything and trying to work out how I feel about you…” She makes a face. “Well, I wasn’t avoiding you because of that.”

  “You weren’t?” I swallow. “Well, now I feel like an even bigger dick.”

  Her eyes dart downward, and she smirks. She stares at me so intently that I’m left feeling very vulnerable and exposed. Which is probably how she felt, lying there in the hospital with me—only hers was a thousand times worse because I don’t have a dildo stuck up my ass.

  She raises her eyebrows and shrugs as though she’s waiting for something.

  “What?” I ask, frowning at her.

  “Well, to even things out, as you put it, you’re going to have to move your hands.”

  I laugh and then slowly lift my hands, placing them behind my head. My eyes don’t leave hers as I wait for her reaction. She smiles, raising her eyebrows ever so slightly. Then she lifts her gaze to meet mine. I’m not sure if she’s impressed or underwhelmed.

  “So?”

  “So, what?” she asks.

  “You can’t just leave me hanging.” I cringe at my choice of words.

  She smiles at me. “I’m waiting for you to kiss me.”

  That’s all the encouragement I need. I step forward and place my hands on either side of her face, guiding her mouth up to mine. My heart races as my lips massage hers because it’s every bit as amazing as the first time. She smiles at me as I stroke the hair away from her eyes. I groan as her fingers trail down my thighs because for just a second, I’d forgotten that I was naked.

  “I think we need to even this up a little more.” I begin tugging at her shirt.

  “Really?” she raises her eyebrows. “Because I kind of like having this power over you. What is it that you want?” she asks as she toys with the top button on her shirt. “This undone?”

  “Preferably on the floor, along with the rest of what you’re wearing.” I swallow as she opens it and moves onto the next but then reconsiders.

  “No, I think you need to work for this a little more,” she says, her blue eyes narrowing slightly.

  I laugh. What the hell does that mean?

  “And how am I supposed to work for it?” I ask.

  She grins and sits down in the armchair behind her. I laugh as she makes herself comfortable and then nods at me.

  “What exactly am I expected to do here?” I ask her.

  “Dance,” she orders.

  I shake my head. She can’t be serious!

  “I don’t recall any dancing occurring in that ER room,” I remind her.

  “Oh, I don’t know, some of those orgasms had some pretty good hip movement to them,” she jokes. “You should be grateful I’m not recording this and uploading it to YouTube.”

  I chuckle and place my hands behind my head, rocking my hips back and forth while she stifles a giggle. I edge closer to her, turning around so I can grind my ass against her lap when I’m close enough for contact.

  “I hope you’re enjoying this,” I say with a smirk as I move back to the middle of the living room to continue my show for her. “Because this is the last time you’re ever going to see me dance.”

  “Oh, come here, you pussy.” She laughs.

  She reaches out and takes my hand, pulling me onto her lap. I have to admit, straddling a woman as she sits in an armchair is as difficult and awkward as it sounds. I get to my feet. She laughs as I grab her by the hand and pull her into my arms.

  “Are you done now?” I ask her.

  She stares at me, her eyes filled with anticipation, then she slowly shakes her head.

  “I haven’t even gotten started yet,” she whispers.

  Growling, I lift her into my arms, cupping my hands firmly against her ass as I carry her down to her room. She laughs, holding onto me for dear life as I toss us both on the bed. I lie down and drag her over, so she’s on top of me. She gasps as I rip open her shirt and roll it down her arms.

  “That’s for teasing me,” I say.

  She rocks against my erection, her hands rolling over my stomach. I shudder as she wraps her fingers firmly around my shaft, sliding her fist along my length.

  “Holy fucking Christ,” I bite out.

  She smiles, her expression satisfied, like she’s just realized she’s in complete control—that is, until two seconds later when I roll her over. I cup her chin and press my mouth against hers, the taste of her lips incredible. I run my hand down over her body, bunching her skirt up around her waist. She jumps when my fingers creep over her lace panties. I pull back enough so I can study her face.

  “So wet.” I push aside the damp fabric and feel her inside. “And very fucking sweet.”

  She lifts her hips as I roll her panties down over her thighs and toss them aside. Then I settle myself between her legs, pushing her breasts out from the constraint of her bra. I suck hard on her nipple while she writhes beneath me, her hands clutching my head. She lifts my head, her mouth finding mine as my erection stabs at her thigh.

  “You have no idea how much I’ve wanted this,” I profess.

  I’m so hard for her, I’m throbbing. It’s taking all my resolve not to just thrust myself inside her, but not yet. She laughs as I kiss my way down her body. When I get to her skirt, I unzip the back and wrestle it off her.

  “That was a workout in itself.” I grin.

  “Just be thankful I’m not in my jeans, or you’d have no hope,” she retorts.

  All she wears is a black bra that’s made its way down to her waist. She looks down at it and smiles, then reaches behind her back.

  “There,” I say as she tosses it aside. “The playing field’s even.”

  She pauses thoughtfully. “Well, there’s one thing left to make it even,” she says.

  My eyes widen. “Just so we’re clear, you’re not penetrating me with anything,” I respond, slithering my way back up to her face. She laughs as I snake my hand around the back of her neck and lift her to my lips. “Do you have a condom, by any chance?” I ask.

  She reaches over to her nightstand and fumbles in the drawer. Her face goes red.

  “You, uh, might want to check that it hasn’t expired.”

  I laugh and check the package, then tear it open with my teeth, rolling it onto my cock. Then I kiss her, my mouth exploring hers as she wraps her legs around my waist.

  “Let me know if I hurt you,” I whisper, sliding myself inside her.

  “You won’t,” she assures me. “I’m resilient, remember?”

  She moans, lifting her hips off the bed, so they’re pressed against me as I push myself inside her. My grip on her waist tightens as her movements push me deeper, her pussy clinging
to me.

  “Fuck, you feel good,” I pant, growling the words out.

  I kiss her neck, my lips savoring her soft skin as I slide my shaft in and out of her wetness, her thighs clenching around me.

  “Oh, Luke,” she yelps. I growl as she touches her breasts, tilting back her neck as I thrust into her tight, wet pussy. The sight of her playing with herself like that is driving me crazy, to the point where I can feel the throbbing in my cock begin to ache.

  “Yes,” I hiss. I pump inside her, faster and harder until I come. “I’m coming,” I choke out, kissing her roughly on the mouth. She wraps her arms around my neck, her skin warm and sticky, as her lips explore mine.

  Breathing heavy, I pull out, then roll onto my side, wrapping my arms around her. She smiles as I kiss her neck, both of us too exhausted to speak. Our hearts thud loudly, almost in sync, as we come down from our high. She turns to face me, her bright eyes shining as they study mine.

  “Okay.” She leans in for another kiss, this one soft and tender. “Now I think we’re almost even.”

  “Almost?” I repeat with a chuckle.

  She nods.

  “I just need to hear one more time how it felt when my brother walked in on you.”

  Chapter Eight

  Laura

  Yawning, I roll over, smiling when I see Luke lying next to me. I watch him for a moment, my eyes traveling down to the way the sheet rises to accommodate his obvious erection. I smirk and reach over, running my finger gently over the outline of his cock. I bite my lip because the only thing better than waking up with him next to me, is waking up to him like this.

  These last few days have been a whirlwind of work, mind-blowing sex, and one sneaky evening in the supply closet where we had mind-blowing sex at work. I have to pinch myself to make sure I’m not dreaming because this kind of thing doesn’t happen to me. I squeal as he rolls me on top of him, his actions scaring the fuck out of me.

  “You could have warned me you were awake.”

  “And where would be the fun in that?”

  He smirks and cups my ass, pressing me against his erection. I push my hair out of the way as it falls over his face. He laughs and presses his mouth onto mine.

  “So, do you always stroke people’s cocks when they’re sleeping?”

  I flush. “Only when they’re in bed next to me. Besides, you obviously weren’t sleeping. Or complaining.”

  He grins and nudges my leg over, which lines his dick up with my entrance. I laugh because now I really feel bad, considering I’m already running late.

  “I think I may have just started something I don’t have time to finish.” I giggle at the expression on his face. I do genuinely feel bad about it. “I’m sorry. I didn’t realize it was so late,” I apologize.

  “Are you fucking kidding me?” I lose my breath as his hands grab hold of my ass. He pushes me forward and drives himself into me. “You’re lucky I can work fast.”

  “I’m not sure that’s anything to brag about.”

  I smile and lift myself off him. I ignore his protests and wrap my fingers around his cock, forming a tight fist. That shuts him up pretty fast. He watches me as I slowly rub my fingers along his shaft, then I crawl to the end of the mattress, my knees resting between his legs.

  “Well this took an unexpected turn.”

  “Oh, before I forget,” I say, stopping for a moment, “is dinner on Friday night at Matt’s place okay?”

  Luke glares at me. “For the love of God, you’re asking me this now? It’s fine, whatever, but text me this later, or something. Please.”

  “Right. Sorry,” I reply.

  I smirk as I take him in my mouth, running my tongue around the tip of his dick. He exhales and settles back onto the pillows, while I run my lips along his shaft. He’s so big that I struggle to fit him all in, but I try my best, getting myself into a rhythm of rocking back and forth. I take his hand and put it on the back of my head, wrapping his fingers around my hair. He groans, taking the hint as he anchors down, pushing his cock hard my down my throat.

  “Harder.” He grunts as I slide my mouth from his tip to his balls, using one hand to massage them while my other hand grips his shaft.

  “Look at me.”

  I slide my hand up and down his length and curl my tongue around his tip, staring him straight in the eyes as I do it. Knowing he’s watching me is a huge turn-on, so I suck harder and faster, rolling my tongue along his thick cock. His grip on my hair tightens as he fucks my mouth harder. I control my gag reflex as he presses my face against him, his body convulsing as he releases. I whimper as his warm liquid coats my throat, but I swallow and keep sucking, and work his shaft with my fist until he physically pushes me away. Panting slightly, I smirk at him. He shakes his head, looking dazed.

  “Come here,” he beckons.

  He grabs my hand, pulling me into his arms. He kisses me. The fact that he’s not fazed that he can probably taste himself on me is turning me on something crazy. I kneel above him, one leg on either side and shake my head when he tries to pull me on top of him.

  “I’d love to, but I’m really running late now.”

  As much as I’d love to lie in bed all day with him, I have to get to work. It’s all fine for him; he doesn’t start for another few hours.

  “Okay,” he relents with a shrug, the gleam in his eye unavoidable. “And here I was getting ready to repay the favor.”

  I swallow, my throat suddenly dry as he trails his finger along my pussy. I waiver, only for a second, because holy shit that feels good.

  “Stop teasing me.” I frown.

  “So, what you’re saying is, you can give it but not take it?” I groan, my legs buckling as he slides a finger inside me. “Though I have to admit, you’re taking this quite nicely.”

  I swat his hand away, glaring at him. He laughs and takes hold of my hands, lowering me down onto his stomach so he can kiss me. I pry myself away while I can and climb off the bed. I stalk into the bathroom, ignoring both the sounds of his laughter and the aching between my legs.

  “I told you I’d be quick,” he calls out to me.

  #

  I close the door to the supply closet and lean my head against it, a smile on my face. I’ve been in the emergency department for most of my shift, and I love it. Working in here on a Saturday is such a rush. It’s been nonstop since I started, and this is the first moment I’ve had to even think straight. I gather up the dressings I came into the supply closet for in the first place and then walk back to my patient.

  “There you go. Just keep an eye on it and come back if you notice any swelling or redness,” I say to the young woman when I’ve wrapped her arm up. The gaping wound had needed several stitches, but it had been nothing in comparison to the bus crash and building explosion we’d had to deal with today.

  I walk over to wash my hands. I’m disappointed that my shift is almost over, but considering how exhausted I am, it’s probably a good thing. As I dry my hands, my ears prick up when I hear Marina’s name mentioned. I glance next to me where two doctors I recognize as residents, are talking. I catch enough of their conversation to figure out that my little session with Luke this morning caused me to miss out on a pretty major announcement. They walk over to the nurses’ station, and I casually follow them, pretending to fill out some paperwork. I listen to them talk, trying to work up the courage to join in and find out more details.

  “What research project?” I ask, jumping into the conversation.

  The girl smiles at me. “Marina announced it this morning at the meeting. She’s choosing a third-year resident to take part in some special fertility research project.” She sighs, a dreamy expression on her face. “The winner gets to live in Switzerland for a few months. I’ll change my specialty for that,” she jokes.

  A shiver of excitement passes through me. I don’t care if the project is based in Switzerland or Antarctica, the idea of working with Marina on anything is incredible.

  The rest
of my shift, all I can think about is that project. I need to get my hands on one of those applications, but I’m not sure how to do that without admitting that I missed the meeting. I’m annoyed at myself for getting distracted with Luke, because even when I went down on him, I knew I was going to be late. Typical. The one time I’m late, of course, something like this would happen.

  I finish the last of my paperwork and then walk back over to the staffroom. I go the long way, which conveniently takes me past Marina’s office. I panic when I see her sitting in there, because I wasn’t actually expecting to run into her. What were you expecting? I inwardly chastise myself and shake my head. I didn’t know, but I’ve never seen her in her office and that first week, I made it a point to come this way all the time. She looks up and raises her eyebrows expectantly at me.

  She must think I’m stupid, the way I’m just standing there, staring at her.

  “Can I help you?”

  Before I know it, I’m walking inside and closing the door behind me. I stand in front of my idol, twitching my thumbs like an idiot, unable to speak. What am I supposed to say? How every paper she’s written, I’ve pored over until it was imprinted in my mind? Or how every study she’s conducted, I followed the progress obsessively, to the point where I felt like I was right there with her?

  Yeah. Make yourself totally sound like a stalker. Way to go, Loz.

  Talk about making a bad impression. This is the first time I’ve spoken to her—because I’m yet to get a word out—and I’m making a fool of myself. I swallow and contemplate walking out, because this is such a bad idea.

  “What can I help you with?” she gently presses.

  “Right, I… I just wanted to find out how I apply for the research project you’re offering.” I squeak the words out as they stick in my throat.

  “Are you a third year?” she asks. I nod. She frowns at me. “I don’t think I’ve seen you before. Were you at the meeting this morning?”

  “No,” I reveal and close my eyes, realizing how weak this sounds. “Every single shift I’ve been here earlier than I needed to be. Except for today, when I slept through my alarm.”