Pierce Me: Satisfied by the Bad Boy

by Simone Sowood

  “Thank you for tonight,” she says.

  “Any time.”

  “I don’t know.”

  “Know what?”

  “About the any time. I’m still getting used to the idea of regular meaningless sex.”

  Meaningless. That word again.

  Pissed off, I step into my underwear and jeans, pull them up, and slip on my shoes. I can’t be bothered to put my T-shirt back on.

  When I get in the truck, Eloise says, “Aren’t you going to put your shirt back on?”

  “No,” I say and turn on the truck.

  We drive in silence for fifteen minutes, the air heavy between us. The longer I think about it, the more I realize this will be fine. She won’t be able to resist feeling like that again. Things between us are good, she just has to realize that.

  When I turn onto her street, I say, “Any time you want me to make you feel like that, give me a call.”

  “I don’t know, I have to sort things out in my head.”

  “What’s there to sort out?”

  “The idea of ongoing sex with you. I guess I thought it would be one time, and that you’d fail, just like every other man I’ve ever slept with.”

  I interrupt and say, “I’m not every other man.”

  “I know, that’s the problem.”

  “What’s the problem?” I ask, as I pull up in front of her building.

  “You’re not exactly the kind of guy I can bring home to my mom and dad.”

  “No, I’m the guy who’ll make your toes curl every time.”

  “But I’ve never had a purely sexual relationship before. I’m not sure I can do it.”

  “Jewel, this isn’t just sex. You felt it, and I felt it. There’s no point in fighting it.” As the words are leaving my mouth, my mind is reeling at the mention of her parents.

  “I have to go,” she says, and she jumps out of the car. She runs to her door so fast all I can do is watch her.

  Eloise

  My legs are still trembling and wobbly from the way Gabe made me feel, but I force myself to my door as fast as I can. I don’t want him to follow me. I don’t want him to walk me to my door. And I can’t handle a kiss good night.

  I can’t believe I cried like that, it’s embarrassing.

  The key clicks in my door, I fling it open and flick on my lights.

  When I step inside, the first thing I see is the rose Gabe brought me. The sight of it makes me break down in tears again.

  I hate that I’m crying like this, especially because I don’t understand why I’m crying.

  Flicking off the lights, I fumble to my bedroom, shedding my dress as I walk. I don’t bother taking off my makeup, and collapse on my bed.

  Ripples of the last orgasm are still pulsing through me, and I close my eyes, embracing them. I had no idea anything could possibly feel so good.

  Gabe did what he promised he would, he blew my mind.

  Now what?

  Do I let him do it again? Can I have a purely sexual arrangement with a man? I’m not sure how they even work.

  The dinner and pool playing was fun, but that seems like a normal relationship.

  Gabe thinks he felt something more between us, but I’m sure it was only because it was my first time having an orgasm. It was such a big, monumental and, yes, mind-blowing moment in my life that of course I was emotional.

  I flip over, and pull the comforter up to my chin.

  My mother loved Chet. He was a clean-cut, all-American boy who played football in college and got a good job in the executive trainee program at Kodak.

  She would have a heart attack if I brought Gabe home for dinner. And my father, no doubt, would lecture me about the time he had a rebellious phase.

  I was always too scared to try anything in college for fear of my parents’ disapproval. Even when all my college friends were going over the border to Canada for the weekends to take advantage of the younger drinking age, I’d make excuses and stay home.

  They’re the most wonderful, loving and supportive parents anyone could ever ask for. I definitely lucked out in the parents department. Because of their love, I’ve always trusted and respected their guidance in life. I’ve definitely walked the straight and narrow path of sensibleness.

  I can only hope to find a husband as wonderful as my father. Maybe I should start hanging around Sophie and find myself a doctor.

  Just thinking about the idea of another man makes my body scream at me. It wants Gabe.

  I flip onto my belly, pull the pillow over my head. I try not to think about how much fun we had tonight, even before he touched me.

  My mind spins until eventually I fall asleep.

  In the morning, gentle waves are still washing through me. Gabe’s magic touch is still with me.

  I can’t imagine not ever feeling this way again.

  The alarm on my phone goes off and I groan. It’s time to get ready for work. Somehow I think this is going to be a long day. And tomorrow is probably going to be the longest Friday ever.

  “Hey, Marcy,” I say, as I arrive at work.

  “Eloise, you’re glowing this morning. Why?”

  My cheeks burn. I hate that I turn red so easily.

  “Dunno, maybe it’s the new moisturizer I bought.”

  She looks at me suspiciously but I ignore her and make my way to my room. I put my backpack in the cupboard and prepare the room for the day.

  There’s a tap at the door, and my mother pokes her head in.

  “Good morning, sweetie. How are you today?” she asks.

  I smile, my lips a tight line as I fight turning red.

  “Good, Mom. How are you?”

  “You know, same as always but today’s going to be a great day.”

  “Why is that?”

  “Because it’s my wedding anniversary, sweetie!”

  “Of course it is! This weekend is Memorial Day. I can’t believe it slipped my mind.” They have the easiest anniversary to remember because it’s always just before Memorial Day, and somehow I forgot. Because my mind is too full of Gabe.

  She laughs and says, “As long as your father doesn’t forget.”

  “There is no chance of that happening,” I say, knowing my father would never forget.

  “I’m going to make a special dinner this Saturday, I hope you can make it.”

  “Of course, Mom. There’s still no man in my life.”

  “You will meet a nice boy, don’t you worry. One who’s even better than Chet was. Maybe you can find yourself a nice surgeon.”

  I smile and nod, my lips an even tighter line than before. Of course she’d bring up Chet. And surgeon now? Before it was always simply a doctor.

  “I have to get ready for my first appointment,” I say holding up a blue file folder.

  “Talk to you later,” she says, and closes the door.

  I drape myself over the desk. What do I do? My body craves Gabe, but a relationship with him would be impossible. Maybe I should do like my mother says, and focus my energy on finding a nice guy who’s husband material. Before I even finish the thought, the feel of Gabe’s arms around me as he held me when I cried takes over.

  He was so concerned about me, and surprisingly caring. Chet never held me like that.

  And I made Gabe rush me home. My chest grows heavy with guilt. I pick up my phone and type out a text to him.

  Sorry for the way last night ended. I was overwhelmed.

  I hit send before I can second guess myself.

  My first patient arrives. It’s a man who snapped his Achilles tendon playing racquetball, and he just got the all-clear from his surgeon to start physiotherapy.

  He smells like cheese, and winces and whimpers far too much. The thirty-minute appointment can’t go fast enough.

  The second he’s out the door, I pick up my phone.

  Nothing.

  I don’t know what I expected. Perhaps I thought Gabe would send me a text saying how everything was okay, and that I wasn’t rude.


  I’m not sure why I care so much anyway. Maybe it’s cleaner if things end this way. Except it has only been thirty minutes. For all I know, he’s still in bed, asleep.

  I see two more patients, a painful hip impingement and a sore neck. I barely notice what the women look like, and don’t think I’ll recognize their faces when I see them again. My mind is stuck on Gabe.

  Before sore neck has even shut the door behind her, I pick up my phone. Still nothing from him. I type out a message.

  It would be nice to see you again.

  As soon as I hit send, I realize that’s open to interpretation. Though I’m not sure how I even interpret it. I quickly type out another text and send it before I drive myself crazy with overthinking everything.

  …for meaningless sex.

  Marcy hasn’t given me the files for the rest of my appointments. Sometimes she really annoys me. It’s funny how she perfectly organizes everyone else in this practice except me. I’m sure she does it on purpose. I don’t know what her problem is.

  I march into the reception area, determined to give her a piece of my mind.

  As I round the corner, I freeze. Gabe is sitting in the waiting area, holding his phone. His eyes flick between me and the screen, smirking.

  Naturally I turn the color of a fire engine.

  “Your next appointment has arrived,” Marcy says from behind her desk.

  I force myself to drag my eyes from Gabe, and look at her. She passes me the files, although she’s staring at Gabe.

  Narrowing my eyes, I say, “You need to give me the files in the morning.”

  “I wasn’t sure your ten o’clock was coming back today, since he was here yesterday.”

  “Oh, okay, I guess.”

  She mouths, “I think he came back to see me.”

  I ignore her, and turn to find Gabe. He’s already halfway down the hall to my room. I hurry after him.

  When I reach him, he winks, and says, “Got your text.”

  Gabe

  “What are you doing here?” Eloise hisses as she shuts the door. Her hair is tied back tighter than ever.

  “Nice to see you too.”

  “You were just here yesterday. You don’t need another appointment yet.”

  Ignoring her, I ask, “How are you doing after last night?”

  “I thought you said you got my text.”

  I close the distance between us and say, “You want meaningless sex.”

  She burns brighter than the sun. Fuck, I love turning her red. It pisses me off that she’s fighting against me, but I’m sure she’s mine.

  “Maybe,” she says, her voice quiet.

  Taking hold of the end of her ponytail, I wrap it around my hand, around and around until the elastic touches my skin. I tilt her head back. My eyes bore to hers, but she doesn’t look away nor does she push me away.

  Her tits rise and fall with her heavy breath.

  I grip her hair tightly, and crush my mouth against hers. Whimpering, she submits to my kiss. My dick hardens and strains against my jeans.

  Breaking the kiss, I put my lips to her ear and growl, “I’ll show you what meaningless sex feels like.”

  With my free hand, I run my hand over her hip and tickle her lips through her pants.

  “We can’t, I’m at work.”

  “So what? I have you for thirty minutes.” I clamp my mouth back on hers and grab her ass, grinding my hard cock against her.

  Her jaw relaxes, and our tongues reach the back of each other’s throats.

  She fights my grip on her hair, and turns her head to break the kiss.

  “Not here, the door doesn’t even lock.”

  “So fucking what? When has anyone ever interrupted one of your sessions?”

  “Never,” she says, and chews on her bottom lip.

  I move to the physio bed, gently pulling her with me by the ponytail wrapped around my hand. We stand at the narrow end of the bed, and I ram my hand between her pants and her skin.

  Even before they reach her entrance, my fingers are coated in wet. I let go of her ponytail, undo her pants and push them down.

  Eloise gasps as I spin her and bend her over the bed.

  “This is crazy,” she says, and I smack her lush ass.

  I push through her folds, and dip my fingers into her entrance. She’s drenched, but I pump them a few times anyway. I don’t know if she expects the same treatment I gave her over the pool table or not, but that’s not what she’s getting.

  After wiping my hand on my jeans, I take the condom from my back pocket. My dick has popped the button on my jeans, so I quickly unzip them, and shove them down.

  With my teeth, I tear open the package and roll the condom down my shaft.

  “Why am I letting you do this?” Eloise mutters, obviously speaking to herself and not me, but she makes no movement to get away from me and she grinds herself against my body.

  I ignore her, and drive my cock into her pussy. The feel of her walls wrapped tight around me sends a massive shudder up my back. Fuck, she feels good. Like my dick is where it belongs.

  But this is about showing her meaningless sex.

  Gripping her hips, I pound into her pussy as hard and fast as I can. My movement shunts the bed across the floor. Before long the end is banging up against the wall, the window just above it.

  Eloise’s knuckles are white from holding the edges of the bed. I reach my hand around her hips, and I fumble for her clit.

  When I find it, I pinch it between my fingers, the way she likes so much. A moan erupts from deep within her. Her body starts wiggling, and I know she’s close, so I let go.

  I stand tall and look down, watching my shaft pound into her. The sight makes my balls draw tight against me. It’s impossible for me to fuck her in a meaningless way. I pause for a second, and look up. Eloise is biting her arm.

  My dick throbs, and I start moving again. Almost immediately, she lets out a cry, which is muffled by her arm, and her walls go crazy on my cock.

  It’s so easy for me to make her come.

  Tingles burst from my balls, and my dick explodes into the condom. I really want to feel her bare.

  “Oh my God!” a woman’s voice barks.

  Eloise and I turn our heads. The receptionist, Marcy, is standing at the door, her hands over her mouth.

  Covering my dick with my hand, I bolt to the door and try to push her out of it, but she steps deeper into the room. I shut the door.

  “Marcy, leave,” Eloise says, her voice quivering and her body still bent over the bed.

  I step between the two of them, to shield Eloise’s exposed ass from Marcy.

  “What are you doing in here?” Marcy asks.

  “I think you saw,” I say.

  “What are you doing in here? Please leave,” Eloise says.

  “I heard banging, I wanted to make sure you were okay.”

  “She’s better than okay. Now why don’t you do what she asks, and leave,” I say, my eyes narrowed at Marcy.

  “Do you want me to leave, Eloise?” Marcy asks.

  “Yes, I want you to leave. Of course I want you to leave,” Eloise says.

  “Your parents are going to freak,” Marcy says.

  “Why? How will they know if you don’t tell them?” I say, my voice a growl.

  “Just get the hell out of here,” Eloise snaps.

  I use my body to herd Marcy to the door. She doesn’t resist, and when I open the door, she moves through it and I shut the door behind her.

  “I can’t believe that just happened,” Eloise says, standing and pulling up her pants. When they’re up, she leans against the bed. I bet she’s still coming.

  “Oh well, she’ll get over it,” I say, tying off the condom and dropping it in her trashcan.

  “As long as she doesn’t tell my parents. She’s going to hold this over my head forever. Why do I let you do these things to me? First in a bar, then in a public park? Now my work, which my parents own? Why?” her voice
raises as she speaks.

  “Because I make you feel good, that’s why.”

  “No, that isn’t a good enough reason.”

  Pulling her away from the bed, I take her in my arms and kiss her tenderly. Her body tenses and relaxes under my touch.

  Eloise pulls her head away, and says, “What am I going to do if she tells my parents?”

  “It doesn’t matter. It’s not like they’re going to fire you.”

  “I know, but—”

  “But what?” I interrupt. “You don’t want them to know about me?”

  “No, I don’t want them to know I have casual sex in their medical practice while I’m supposed to be working.” Her face burns red.

  “Is that what this is now, casual? Is that better or worse than meaningless?”

  She shifts her eyes to the floor, contemplating the question.

  “I guess they’re the same thing,” she says, and sighs.

  Ice courses through my veins. She’s cold, and hasn’t realized the situation yet.

  “Right. I’m glad you enjoy the meaningless orgasms I give you, for the first time in your life. Let me know when you want another one.” Without waiting for response, I rush out of the room, slamming the door behind me.

  Eloise

  I watch helplessly as Gabe leaves my physio room. My heart is beating a million miles an hour.

  As I collapse into the desk chair, I glance at the clock. He was only here for fifteen minutes. At least I have another fifteen minutes to try to compose myself before my next patient arrives.

  My walls are still spasming. How was he able to do that to me so easily?

  Gabe walked in here and filled the room with his presence. There was nothing I could do to resist him.

  Being totally honest with myself, I didn’t want to resist him. I wanted him to take control of my body. Even before he touches me, my chest fills with butterflies, and my walls flood with want.

  “I can’t believe you,” Marcy says, as she bursts through the door.

  I throw back my head. I can’t deal with her right now. I’m trying to figure out what just happened with Gabe. Why did he leave like that?