by Grey, Helen
Just the thought of it cause the ember of desire burning low in my belly to surge hot again. Damn. I was definitely in trouble now, I thought, following him to his car.
Chapter 5
The sunset to the west painted the desert landscape in brilliant orange and purples. Sunrise and sunset were my favorite times of the day. It seemed as if the desert landscape around Santa Fe did its best to awe and inspire every time the sun rose or set. I never minded getting up early because I knew that just seeing the sunrise would lift my spirits.
I followed Matt to his black Ford F-250 with a metal cargo container stored in the bed just below the rear window. I began to have second thoughts about going with him for something to eat. Was I blurring the lines? I knew there were no rules regarding fraternizing outside of the hospital, but after all, I was his mentor for the time being.
Would hooking up with Matt, even one time, blur my objectivity? This was an important time in his career path. Would a fling with him—no matter how much I desired it—prove a distraction not only to me but for him?
From what I had seen today, I doubted if Matt would be apt to make many mistakes, but it had been his first day. And all things told, it had been a relatively calm and quiet day in the ER.
“What do you feel like?” he asked, pressing a button on the remote control that unlocked the doors of the truck.
“Like?” I wasn’t sure of my decision, still focused on whether I should even go with him or not. He appeared to sense my hesitance.
“To eat, Jessie,” he said. “Come on, no big deal, we’ll just get a quick bite to eat and then I’ll bring you back here to the parking lot for your car, okay?”
What was I doing? I didn’t even know him. For all I knew, he could be a serial killer in disguise. I made a noise in my throat and shook my head. Where the hell had that come from?
Still, could such a good-looking guy be interested in me? I wasn’t what I considered beautiful by any stretch of the imagination, and I thought I looked okay, but I was no model material. I was put together well enough, but I certainly didn’t have boobs like Megan, fake or not. I was more athletic and muscular than other girls I knew, but just as I thought of my nursing, I took my job as a volunteer wildfire fighter seriously. I worked out every day, could bench press—oh, what the hell?
Hesitantly, I agreed. He opened the passenger side door and as I reached up for the grab handle to climb in, he made his way around the front of the truck and into the driver’s seat. The truck still had that new smell to it, but not super new, so I figured it was at least a couple of months old.
I wasn’t at all surprised that he drove a truck. It seemed as if all the macho, alpha men out here drove trucks, and it was certainly a more common sight on highways from here to Montana than any other vehicle. The interior was clean. When he turned on the ignition, the dashboard lights lit up in reds and blues, casting a dull glow inside the interior of the cab.
“I’m still relatively new to this town. What do you recommend?”
I shrugged. “Nothing fancy. What about McDonald’s?”
He laughed and nodded. “You want McDonald’s, you get McDonald’s.”
I directed him to the closest one only a few blocks away. When we pulled into the parking lot, he turned to me and lifted his eyebrows. I gestured for him to pull through the drive-thru. He did. When he asked me what I wanted and I told him, he laughed again, shaking his head in amusement.
Several minutes later, he pulled out of the drive-thru and parked on the far side of the parking lot. The interior of the cab now smelled of burgers and fries. He turned off the engine and then passed me the Happy Meal box I had ordered while he pulled a box of chicken nuggets from the bag.
For several moments, we ate in silence. While I felt a little awkward, it wasn’t too bad. The silence wasn’t too uncomfortable—in fact, I began to relax, glad that he didn’t feel the need to fill the silence with idle chit-chat.
I ate quickly, more due to habit than out of any sense of nervousness. At work, even during my lunch breaks, I never knew when I would be needed, so didn’t tend to linger over meals. Matt didn’t either. No doubt about it, we shared several things in common which made him even more attractive to me than he already was. I wasn’t quite sure what to do about it. It’d been a long time since I had dated anyone, and to be honest with myself, he hadn’t made any overtures, other than this request to go grab a bite to eat and that kiss. I didn’t consider this a date or anything, merely a gesture of friendship.
The crumbling of soft cardboard and the wrinkling of the fast food bag jolted my thoughts back to the present. I turned and saw that he had finished eating. I was too, leaving half the fries uneaten. I handed him the Happy Meal box and he crumpled that up too, placing all the trash into a plastic grocery bag into the space behind the seat.
I lifted the small Coke cup from the drink holder and placed the straw in my mouth, sipping my Coke while he did the same. He literally siphoned his Coke through the straw until, in only a matter of seconds, I heard the gurgling sputter of the straw sucking on ice cubes. I placed my own half-drained soda back in the cup holder and then turned to face him.
“Matt, I—”
Before I could get the words out of my mouth, he was leaning toward me. Oh God, he was going to kiss me—again. I should refuse, but the thought of his lips on mine once more was too tempting. I threw caution to the wind and met him half way.
When his lips touched mine for the second time, I reacted the same way I had the first time. You’d think I’d never been kissed before! Truth was though, I’d never been kissed like this. When his lips met mine, it was as if they were worshiping my lips. The kiss started off soft, almost like the flapping of butterfly wings, and his head moved in just a way that gave so much depth, feeling, and passion to a mere touching of the lips.
I fell immediately under the spell, relishing every sensation that his lips evoked in me. Once again, I realized that what I had experienced before, with other guys’ kisses anyway, couldn’t even compare to this. Matt’s kisses made me feel as if I had been missing out all my life.
As the kiss deepened and his tongue ventured inside my mouth, I felt every muscle in my body relax. I settled against him, and before I knew it, I was lying half on my side and half on my back on the bench seat, my head and shoulders cradled in the crook of his left arm.
His right hand settled on my right hip and his left hand rested on the steering wheel, supporting me in a half-reclining position. My side was pressed against his upper body. So warm. So hard and yet I reveled in the hardness. My buttocks was nestled close to his hips, my right breast touching his chest. His kiss deepened and a low and glorious moan escaped my throat. He responded by deepening the kiss.
Way back in the nether reaches of my mind, I knew I shouldn’t be doing this, shouldn’t allow him to take advantage—no, he wasn’t taking advantage. I was allowing it. Even more so, I invited it. Wanted it. I couldn’t stop myself, couldn’t resist. Every nerve in my body began to thrum and tingle. The burning sensations below my waist were too intense to ignore.
My right arm was trapped between our bodies, but my left hand was free and I tentatively reached up to trace my fingers along his upper arm, along his biceps, and up over his shoulder toward his neck. So solid everywhere I touched. Such heat. Such strength. My hand cradled the side of his face, my fingers tracing the line of his jaw, feeling the stubble of hair against the softness of my fingertips. My fingers found their way into his hair, as they had itched to do since I first saw him. Soft, silky, luscious hair. I wanted to tangle it in my fingers, to revel in the texture and softness of it.
He responded with a groan of his own. Shifting me a bit higher with his left arm, his hand still braced on the steering wheel, his right hand now moved from my hip and up toward my stomach. Every place he touched burned with heat. I tensed my muscles at every touch, and then relaxed, my tongue delving deeply into his mouth. My heart pounded in my chest, my breath
coming faster now. Beneath my lower back, I sensed something changing, and realized he had a hard-on. His cock nestled along the inside of his thigh, growing long and firm with every second that passed.
Just the thought that I could make him hard with passion thrilled me. I made another noise in my throat and instinctively lifted my chest, as if offering my breasts to him as a gift. His hand made its way up beneath my scrub top, skimmed along my toned abdomen and upper ribs, leaving burning heat in its wake. He then gently shoved my bra up over my breasts. For several seconds, he didn’t touch me and I nearly cried out in protest. Finally, I felt his index finger tracing around the curvature of my breasts before he cupped one breast with his warm palm, cradling its weight, testing its size. His thumb brushed across my nipple and it responded immediately, hardening into a round nub. His thumb circled the nub and then my areola. My breath came faster now, the pulse in my neck throbbing with desire. I felt dampness between my legs.
I wanted to move, to gasp for breath, but at the same time didn’t want to lose contact with his lips. I had never felt so… I couldn’t even think of a word to describe it. He began to gently rotate my nipple between his thumb and forefinger, and just when I couldn’t stand it anymore, he gently grasped the nipple and pulled, tugging gently, encouraging my nipples to harden even more. More than anything I wanted to feel his mouth where his fingers were producing such wonderful sensations, but our position in the truck wasn’t conducive to me moving one inch.
I began to make noises in my throat, the sounds of my desire and passion demanding more, needing more. His hand left my breast and I mewled in protest. I heard the soft chuckle in his throat as his tongue dove deeper into my mouth, playing tag with mine. His hand inched downward along the smooth skin of my abdomen and then reached the top of my scrubs. With deft fingers, he untied the bow of the shoelace-style string that held my pants just above my hips. Slowly, as if giving me a chance to stop him, he inched his fingers downward.
I couldn’t wait for his hand to touch my pussy, but he seemed to take a great deal of pleasure in teasing me. His hand explored the top of my pubis, gently probing my shaved nest of curls as they ever-so-slowly ventured further south. Then, making a strangled sound in his own throat, he dipped his hand downward, cupping my entire pussy in the warmth of his palm.
He briefly lifted his mouth from mine and murmured. “So warm… so wet…”
Before I could respond, his lips found mine again, his tongue swirling, probing, venturing ever further inside the dark recesses of my mouth while his fingers caressed my wet slit. The palm of his hand nestled against my clitoris. Instinctively, my hips rose up to meet it. With another groan, I pressed upward and then his middle finger probed a moment and then slid deep inside me.
Nearly groaning with ecstasy, I could only go along for the ride he took me on, unable to touch him anywhere while he seemed to more than enjoy evoking a myriad of feelings and sensations in my body. As his finger plunged and then retreated, he kept equal pace with his tongue. As much as I could, I widened my knees, offering him greater access and maneuverability. I was shameless. I was acting like a wanton and didn’t even care. I wanted more.
Beneath my back, his cock hardened into a rock, and his breath accelerated as my passion increased. It seemed as if he enjoyed the journey that took me to my peak, and in my passion, I realized that he was quite an unselfish lover. I wasn’t sure if it was because I hadn’t had sex in so long or it was his gifted fingers and tongue, but in a matter of seconds, my hips were rocking desperately against his firm palm. I encouraged his finger to go deeper, his thumb to rub harder.
He obliged, and with his tongue keeping pace, I felt the waves of ecstasy pulse, thrusting me inexorably to an earth-shattering climax. My internal muscles clenched around his finger, as if desperately seeking to keep him inside me. The waves of contractions continued, releasing a huge rush of endorphins and serotonin that had me riding a wave of bliss for what seemed like forever.
Finally, my breath coming in harsh gasps, he pulled his finger from inside me and slowly pulled his hand from my pants, leaving a trail of warmth and wetness as he did. He began to break off the kiss, as if knowing how to keep pace with my slowly ebbing contractions.
Seconds later, he gazed down at me and smiled.
“Well,” he said.
I stared up at him, feeling like a lethargic lump of jelly. My head was spinning, the blood still racing through my veins. I tried to speak, but the only sound that issued from my throat was a faint squeaking noise. I cleared my throat and tried again. “Well indeed,” I said. I made a move to sit up, and he helped me back onto my side of the seat. I felt warm and lethargic. I stared down at his crotch a moment, saw the hard length of his erection along his thigh and then reached out my hand to stroke it.
He groaned. Leaning slightly back in his seat, he fumbled with the string of his own scrub pants. With one swift move, he reached inside and pulled his dick from his pants. His cock was engorged, pointing straight up at the ceiling. Without even hesitating, I repositioned myself on the seat and lowered my head to take him into my mouth. Thoughts of Vanessa and Doctor Linder briefly flashed through my mind, and then I pushed them away. That had been disgusting. This… this was amazing.
The tip of his cock was slick, and I sucked on it for a moment as if I were sucking on a Popsicle. He made a low groan in his throat as he leaned his head back, his left hand still on the steering wheel, his right hand now gently resting on my upper back, fingers splayed. He wasn’t guiding me so I had complete freedom to do whatever I wanted. I did.
I suckled on his head for several moments. Then I pulled away and turned my head sideways and stroked the length of his cock with my mouth and tongue. Encouraged, I lathed first one side of his gorgeous cock with my tongue, suckled on the tip for a moment, and then gave the other side just as much attention. With one hand braced on his thigh, the other now wrapped around the base of his shaft, I gave him a blow job. I wasn’t very experienced, but I did the best I could. I supposed I was doing it okay, if the sounds he was making were any indication. Several times his hips thrust upward and his cock ventured deeper into my mouth, but I couldn’t take too much of him without my gag reflex kicking in.
I continued to swirl my tongue around his head, tracing the contours of every ridge, every vein, and then I paused to suck several times before continuing the process over again. When I sensed him beginning to lose control, I focused my efforts on his head, my tongue swirling around its slit while, with my hand, I continued to stroke his shaft, amazed at the softness and warmth of the skin, yet amazed at other rock-hard musculature underneath.
Suddenly, his hips thrust upward and he gently grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled my head up.
“Keep pumping,” he gritted out.
I did, watching in amazement while at the same time feeling the contractions and ripple of the musculature as the surge of semen made its way up his cock. It squirted out in pulsating gushes of hot, thick, white fluid. I had never watched a guy cum before but found it incredibly sexy. To my amazement, I felt a renewed sense of desire burst deep down in my belly, the heat enveloping me as we shared this beautiful moment.
Finally, his contractions ceased, and he gently unwrapped my fingers from around his cock. He gestured with his chin toward the glove compartment under the dashboard on the passenger side.
“There’s some Kleenex in there,” he said.
He didn’t act the least embarrassed as I reached into the glove compartment, saw the small package of Kleenex and pulled one out. I handed it to him. He nonchalantly wiped at the globs of semen that had splattered on his lower abdomen. Casually, he tossed the Kleenex behind the seat and then tucked his cock back into his pants.
He said nothing, and I didn’t either. The cab of the truck now smelled of fries and sex. What could either of us say? Still, I didn’t feel embarrassed. He had given me more pleasure than I had ever experienced with a guy before. What could I say that wou
ldn’t sound trite or cliché?
“Well, I guess I’d better be getting you back to your car, shouldn’t I?”
It was only then that I remembered that we were parked in the McDonald’s parking lot. A flush of heat spread upward into my cheeks, but I didn’t suppose he could see it in the semi darkness. “I suppose you should,” I said.
Without another word, he started the engine and backed out of the parking space. Neither of us said anything as he drove back to the hospital without any assistance from me. Only then did I begin to wonder if I had made a mistake. I didn’t expect anything to come of this, and that thought startled me. So what made me any better than Vanessa or Megan at this point? Self-doubt began to work its way into my brain. By the time Matt pulled up beside my Jeep, I definitely felt conflicted. What had I done? More importantly, why had I allowed it?
“You okay?” he asked, pulling the truck into the space beside the Jeep.
I nodded and offered him a smile. “Yeah, I’m okay,” I said. “Thanks for dinner and…”
He grinned, exposing a flash of white teeth in the growing darkness. “Anytime.”
I said nothing, but gave him a brief wave and a smile as I scrambled out of the truck. I still felt the dampness in my panties, and just the thought of that made my breasts tingle again. He waited, truck rumbling while I grabbed my keys from my purse, opened my car door, and slid inside. He didn’t leave until I had started my car, turned on the headlights, and began to make my way out of the hospital parking lot. He followed me to the exit. I turned right and he turned left.
For several moments, I continued to glance back into the rearview mirror until I didn’t see his tail lights anymore. He had made a turn. Now that it was over, doubts began to spring up in my thoughts again. I moaned, but this time it wasn’t from pleasure. I had done the exact same thing that I criticized Vanessa and Megan for doing. No, I didn’t sleep with anything that had a dick, but I had allowed my baser urges get the better of me—and all because Matt Drake was so damned handsome.