She wraps her lips around my fingers and I groan. I watch her suck my index finger as my cock drives deeper into her. It’s almost too much. Her eyes are closed, her hair is messy, and she’s backing into me to take me deeper.
My cock is thrusting in and out of her and I move my hand from her mouth to weave them into her hair. I can feel my balls tightening up against me and starting to tingle. I pull her head back by her hair and she moans. There’s a line of saliva falling from her open mouth to the table and I push my cock deeper inside her. Her pussy is contracting and relaxing violently and the sensation is too much. I close my eyes as my cock explodes into her, sending shivers through my entire body. Her pussy feels too good. I fill the condom with my seed and I let out a low moan as I climax.
We pull ourselves apart and she wipes her face with a hand. She’s panting and smiling at me. Her eyes are hazy and unfocused, and she leans against the examination table until she can pull herself up. I collapse onto my chair and close my eyes for a moment.
“Bad Doctor,” she says with a grin as I open my eyes again. She pulls her skirt down and tries to straighten her clothing. I look at her and chuckle. Her hair is sticking out every which way and her cheeks are flushed.
“You look like you’ve just been fucked hard,” I say to her with a grin.
“Imagine that,” she replies sarcastically. She moves to the small mirror in the corner and tries to straighten herself out. “You’re very bad, Doctor O’Neill.”
“Bad, or good?” I smack her ass playfully.
“Maybe both,” she says to me, laughing. She steps away from the mirror and points a thumb at it. “You have 4 minutes left and you’re not looking so professional yourself.”
I fix my hair and clothing in the mirror and then turn to her. I give her a long, lingering kiss. I could taste her lips all day and never get sick of them. Everything about her is intoxicating, addicting. I just want to be near her. We kiss more deeply and then she pulls away from me. Her eyes are bright, like two blue orbs shining for me. It’s easy to get lost in her gaze.
“I’d better go,” she says reluctantly. “I’ll see you tonight.”
“Can’t wait,” I tell her, and it’s the truth.
33
Valerie
Clay and I are sitting on his sofa facing each other with our legs intertwined. He’s telling me about Doctor Sanders and it seems I was right, she’s a firecracker.
“I’ve only known the woman for a couple weeks at this point and we all go out for a staff party. Within minutes she had men lined up to talk to her, I’m not even joking. I was even wondering if I had a chance. She makes you think she’s all innocent and motherly, and then there’s a spark in her eye and she says something outrageous.”
The way he’s laughing makes his whole face light up and I can’t help but laugh along. He grabs my foot and starts absentmindedly massaging it. I groan and lean back to get more comfortable. This is heaven.
I take a deep breath. I still haven’t asked him about brunch.
“So, Clay, I was talking to Emma earlier and how do you feel about going out for some food on Saturday morning with us? There’s this really great breakfast place we always go to, the food is really good.”
I pause, trying to gauge his reaction. He’s stopped rubbing my foot and is staring at me. The smile has faded from his eyes and he’s chewing his lip. My heart start beating a bit harder and I realize I’m holding my breath.
“Oh yeah?” he says. He sounds like he’s trying to keep his voice even.
Uh oh. I knew this was a bad idea. It’s moving us along way too fast. Hanging out together is one thing but meeting each other’s friends is definitely relationship territory. I know he doesn’t want that. I don’t even know if I want that. Regret starts flooding over me and I shake my head, stammering.
“Yeah you know, it’s no big deal if you’re busy or if you don’t want to. I just thought it might be nice. Plus, she wants to meet you.”
“You’ve told her about me?”
“A little. Only good things.” I glance away from him. I don’t want to elaborate on the fact that she could tell he’d made me come within milliseconds of seeing me last week. Clay is still silent and I bite my tongue, waiting for him to answer.
“Yeah, that sounds okay.” He starts rubbing my foot again, and a smile creeps over my lips. “I have to work Saturday morning but I should be out by about 11am. I can meet you at the breakfast place.”
I breathe a sigh of relief and he laughs at me.
“Sounds like that was hard to ask,” he teases.
“A little. I wasn’t sure if you’d think it was too fast.”
“I’m not going to lie, my initial reaction was to say no. But this whole week has been upside down and I’ve been breaking all my rules so what’s one more rule to break, right?”
He puts my foot down beside him and shifts his weight until he’s crawling over to me. Our lips meet and he kisses me tenderly, wrapping his hand around to the back of my head. It’s too easy, too comfortable with him. Every time I think about him leaving, I have a pain in my chest.
“I’d love to meet the famous Emma. If she cares about you then I care about her,” he says softly, laying another kiss on my lips. My heart swells and thumps against my chest.
“You’re going to love her.” Or at least, I hope he will.
I know there’s a time limit to all this–whatever this is with Clay–but that doesn’t mean we can’t enjoy each other and enjoy this connection we’ve found. Having a bit of fun for a short amount of time is better than none at all, right? Loving and losing and never loving at all and all that?
He’s kissing my neck and moving his hands up my stomach to cup my breast. My body is melting again, legs spreading to wrap around him. Even with Bryce I was never this comfortable, it was never this easy. It just feels good with Clay. It feels natural. Whatever we do, or talk about, or laugh about, it all comes naturally.
I use my hand to lift Clay’s chin up. His lip curls up the tiniest bit and he crushes his lips against mine. The heat in my core increases as his body weighs down on me. It doesn’t matter that he’s leaving, it doesn’t matter that there’s a time limit. All that matters is him here with me. The feeling of his arms around me. His lips locked with mine.
34
Clay
Saturday morning comes way too fast. I kiss Valerie goodbye and head in for a few hours of work, but all I can think about is meeting her friend.
What is everyone’s obsession with brunch, anyway?
Meeting the friends is almost as bad as meeting the family. Worse, maybe. Why did I say yes? This is the exact opposite of taking it slow, of keeping it casual. Next thing she’ll want me to hang out with her friends regularly, and I’ll have to introduce her to mine.
On the face of it, it’s not a bad thing. But when things invariably go wrong, or when I leave, it becomes way more difficult to disentangle our lives from each other. I should have stuck to my rules. Sex one time only. Nothing more.
But then I think about this past week, of rushing home to see her. I haven’t felt this alive in ages. Even when I’m shadowing at the hospital, I don’t get the same excitement as when I see her walking through my door, or when my buzzer rings and I hear the metallic echo of her voice through the intercom. My world has been flipped on its head and I can’t say that I’m mad about it.
We’ve both been in denial. We haven’t spoken about Seattle at all. I know it’s on her mind, because she says the same things as me about taking it slow. And then both of us proceed to do the exact opposite. I can’t resist her and she can’t resist me.
Maybe she’d follow me to Seattle.
I shake my head. Don’t be ridiculous. Here I am thinking meeting the friends is a big ask and then I want to move cross country together. Plus, I see the way she talks about her career. She loves her job and is excelling at it. I could never ask that of her.
This thing has a time limit, and we b
oth know it.
I get to the office and busy myself with my work. It’s mostly catching up on paperwork which usually bores me, but today I throw myself into it to quiet my spinning brain. It works, and before I know it it’s nearly 11am and it’s time to leave. Time to meet her best friend.
I check the address to the restaurant they’re at and start heading in that direction. It’s only a couple stops away on the subway so I should be there within a few minutes. My heart is pounding. I keep adjusting my shirt, my pants, fidgeting with my hair. I’m annoying myself.
Am I nervous? I shake my head and force my hands to be still, just as the subway pulls into my stop.
Deep breath. This will be fine. It’s just one brunch, and then Val and I will leave and I can take her home and take her to bed. I’ll have her undressed in seconds. My cock twinges at the thought of it, and I unclench my jaw. Everything will be okay.
I jog up the subway stairs and try to orient myself on the street. It’s a short walk up the block to the restaurant. It has a dirty green sign on the outside and dated checkered curtains in the window. Not the kind of joint I’d expect to have amazing food.
But then again, if Val recommended it, it must be good. I check the sign again and then push the door in. A bell jingles when I step through and I see the place is packed. The food must be good, there’s hardly any seats at all.
I scan the room for Valerie and finally spot her in the back corner in a booth. I smile automatically, as I always do when I catch sight of her. She’s wearing a tight blue top that I can’t wait to rip off her later. Her hair is pulled back and she’s laughing at something her friend said. She covers her mouth and leans over as she laughs. She looks amazing.
Her friend has her back to me, but I see a big head of brown curls in front of Val. At least she’s funny, this brunch might not be as torturous as I thought. Val’s shoulders are shaking with laughter, her face is all scrunched up. I can’t look away from her, and I don’t want to.
I weave my way through the tables and she finally spots me. Her face lights up and my heart grows in my chest. She makes a move to slide out of the booth to greet me. I can’t take my eyes off her. I take the final few steps toward her and wrap my arms around her, planting a light kiss on her lips. Her body feels so good in my arms, and she kisses me back tenderly. The feeling of her tits against my chest makes my cock wake up in my pants and I remind myself I’ll be inside her as soon as I get her through the apartment door.
All I have to do is make it through this meal. I pull away from her and her friend starts talking.
“Well, well, well,” she says. I’ve heard that voice before. Almost as if time slows down, I turn to Val’s best friend. The curly brown hair. The red lipstick. The expression on her face is pure disdain as I struggle to connect the dots.
Seconds tick by at a glacial pace. I stare at this woman, and I know I recognize her from somewhere. She lifts her eyebrow up a bit more and tilts her head ever so slightly, and Val tenses in my arms.
Finally, it hits me right in the gut. I feel the floor dropping away underneath me as her face registers in my brain.
She’s the girl from the night before I met Val. The red-lipped vixen.
I’ve slept with Val’s best friend.
My stomach drops and her friend stares at me with disgust, one eyebrow cocked up as she looks me up and down. My jaw is hanging open, I don’t know what to say. I glance at Val and see the smile has disappeared from her face. She looks at me and frowns, taking a step away from me. The distance between us is only a few inches, but it feels like a chasm has opened up.
I open my mouth and close it again, and finally Val says the question that’s hanging on her lips.
“Do you guys know each other?”
35
Valerie
I’ve seen that look on Emma’s face before, and it’s never been good. I look at Clay and see the shock on his face, his mouth open as he turns to look at me. I need to ask what’s going on, but my chest already feels hollow. In some part of my mind, I try to push the thoughts away. The panic is rising inside me and I glance from Clay to Emma and back to Clay again.
“Do you guys know each other?” I ask.
“I don’t know, do we?” Emma responds quickly, her voice dripping with snark.
The three of us stand in silence for a moment. Both Emma and I are staring at Clay and he’s just shifting his gaze back and forth between the two of us.
“This is your best friend?” he finally says, turning to me. His voice is incredulous, almost pleading.
“Yes, this is my best friend, Emma. And again, do you guys know each other?” My heart is pounding in my chest and my throat is squeezing with emotion. Someone needs to explain what’s going on.
“I, uh, yeah. We met,” he stammers. I frown. I don’t want to understand. I know I won’t like what I hear, but I need to know.
“We met,” Emma repeats dryly. She rolls her eyes and turns back to the coffee in front of her. “Why don’t you tell your new girlfriend how we met?”
She emphasizes the word girlfriend and for some reason it stings. Is she mad at me? I ball my hands into fists and try to keep my balance. She looks really, really angry. I turn to Clay and square my shoulders, searching his face.
“Clay. Tell me what is going on.” My voice is hard, and I can feel my heart hardening with every second that passes.
“We met on a night out,” he says quickly, and then inhales sharply. Emma snorts. I’m glancing from one to the other and finally the realization hits me. My heart drops like a rock into my stomach and I feel my throat constricting. I turn to Emma.
“This is the guy? This is the guy who never called you back?” Emma looks up at me with one eyebrow raised and she doesn’t need to say anything for me to understand. I don’t know what to think. I’m angry at him for hurting my friend but I’m also jealous and I don’t know why. I feel the tears prickling at the corners of my eyes.
“Val,” Clay says softly, bringing his hands up to my arms. “It was before I met you, it didn’t mean anything.”
Emma snorts again and turns to stare at him. I pull away from his touch. I don’t know who to trust.
“Didn’t mean anything, huh?” Emma starts. “What about you telling me I was the coolest chick you’d met in New York City, and I was different, and you were breaking all your rules for me. What did THAT mean? Saying all that bullshit and then never calling me back. You’re a bastard.”
My heart sinks even deeper when I hear the familiar words. Breaking all the rules, being different. I feel like a fool. I look at Clay and the tears start streaming down my face. I hate crying but I can’t help it, and that makes me cry some more.
“Is that what you tell every girl you sleep with?” I ask. He’s not saying anything, just staring at me with his arms outstretched. I can’t even look at him anymore. I need to get out of here. The walls are closing in on me and I feel like I can’t breathe. I brush past him and rush out the door.
I gulp in the fresh air and turn toward the subway station. Tears are still streaming down my face and I can hardly see where I’m going. My steps are unsteady as if I’ve been drinking all night and all day. I hear the bell of the diner’s door jingle behind me, and Clay’s voice calling after me.
“Val, wait! It’s not like that. I swear.”
“Leave her alone, you pig,” Emma jumps in. She’s at my side now, with her arm wrapped around me. “Don’t listen to him, Val, you’re better than him. You deserve better.”
Her words are like a punch in the gut and I start sobbing into her shoulder. My heart has been split in two and I feel a searing pain in my chest. I can’t walk straight. The ground feels unstable. All I can do is lean into Emma and feel the hot tears streaming down my face.
She’s shushing me and guiding me to the subway. I’m in a daze. My mind is blank and buzzing with activity all at once. I’m trying to gulp in the air, to calm my beating heart but all I can do is cry and lean a
gainst Emma. I don’t even care how many people are staring at me as I cry. She holds me the whole way back to my apartment, unlocks the door for me and sits me down on my sofa.
I sit down and the realization of who Clay really is sinks in. She’s right, he is a user. Everything he told me he said the same to her. My tears dry and I stare into space. He’s been lying to me, using me. Using me for sex, using me for companionship, using me until he leaves for Seattle and finds a new plaything.
I’m no different than any of the other girls he sleeps with. The embarrassment is making my chest burn, and new tears spring from my eyes. I brush them away angrily and stare into space.
Emma is in the kitchen making us some tea. I can’t move, I can’t speak, I can’t think.
I thought I’d found someone that I could trust but all I found was a womanizer. I opened my body and my mind up to him, telling him my deepest secret. I thought he was genuine, but he was just pretending the whole time.
He said the same exact things to me as he did to gain Emma’s trust. He slept with Emma. He told her they had a connection. And his defense–‘it was before I met you’–as if that changes the fact that he used the same old lines on my best friend as he did with me. As if that changes the fact that he slept with her. It doesn’t even matter that it was before he knew me, now I know his true colors. The outrage is building inside me like pressure inside a kettle.
Emma comes back with the tea and sits down beside me.
“I’m sorry this has happened, Val. The way you were talking about him I thought he was a good guy.”
“So did I.” I’m still staring into nothing. I don’t think I can’t look at her without crying. Clay, my Clay, the one person who can give me an orgasm, has been leading me on. He used me, and he slept with my best friend.
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