One Hot Doctor

by Brooks, Sarah J.

  We ride the elevator to the top floor. It should be weird in the elevator, but it’s not. We check each other out quietly, and the sexual tension grows thicker and thicker. By the time it comes to a stop, my cock is throbbing painfully and demanding to be released from the confines of my pants. I still have her keys in my hand, and I open Cora’s apartment door.

  “I’ve been thinking about getting you alone all evening,” I tell her as I shut the door.

  “Me too,” Cora says, walking toward her bedroom.

  I’m hot on her trail, and as I follow her, I pull my T-shirt over my head and unbuckle my belt. We enter her bedroom, and Cora shrugs out of her blouse, tossing it to the floor, and then she shimmies out of her skirt.

  When we’re both in our underclothes, we face each other before she takes a step forward and is in my arms. It feels like I’ve come home when I slip my hands around her waist and angle my mouth over hers.

  Our first kiss after three years apart is sizzling and hot. My brain empties as our tongues reacquaint and then engage in a dance from the past. She tastes like heaven, and I can’t get enough of kissing her.

  I drop my hands to caress her hips and ass. She’s wearing a thong, and my hands run over the bare soft skin. I’m greedy for everything she has to offer, but I still want to take it slow and easy.

  I slide my hands up to her breasts and cup them through the silky material of her bra.

  “Take it off,” Cora orders. “I want you touching my skin.”

  I push her cups down, and her breasts pop out at the top. With a growl, I dip my hand in the valley between her breasts. I lick her cleavage while thumbing her erect nipples. She cries out and arches her back.

  “More,” Cora says, and I take a nipple into my mouth and bite it gently.

  “Oh God, oh God.”

  I lick and suck and shower attention on her breasts. I’m so engaged in pleasuring her that I don’t notice when she reaches behind to unclasp her bra. I only realize it’s undone when it loosens, and she tugs it away, leaving her naked for me.

  “I’ve missed hearing you moan and scream my name.”

  “T.”

  Just hearing her say my name takes up my desire a notch higher. She pulls me up to kiss her again, and our lips glue together; Cora dips her hand into my boxer briefs. She moans softly into my mouth as her hand wraps around the width of my cock.

  I hiss at the cool touch of her hand. Without breaking the kiss, I pull down my boxer briefs and kick them away. I dip my hand between her legs and run a finger up and down her folds, nudging them apart with every stroke.

  She fists her hand around my cock and pumps up and down, bringing me so close to orgasm that I have to stop her. Buying time.

  “I want to eat you out. Get on the bed,” I growl.

  “Yes, sir,” she purrs. “I forget how bossy you can be.”

  I follow her to the bed, pushing her legs so far apart that she protests.

  “I want to see everything,” I tell her, my gaze on her pussy gleaming with juices.

  Her soft laughter dies down at the first swiping lick of my tongue.

  “You taste so sweet, Cora,” I tell her before diving down for another swipe that cleans off all her juices.

  I lick every part of her delicious pussy, reacquainting myself with it. Remembering all the secret spots that took her over the edge. I push a finger in and pump in and out slowly while licking her clit until it’s swollen to the size of a small penis.

  Cora’s cries fill the room, and when she comes, I’m sure the whole building can hear her.

  “Fill me up with your cock,” she invites, folding her knees to her belly.

  I grip my cock and rub the tip up and down her soaking slit. Her pussy makes noises as if begging for my cock. I used to tease Cora that her pussy could talk in pussy language, and she would laughingly say that it only spoke to me.

  Unable to hold back a second longer, I push my cock in and watch it as it’s swallowed up by her pussy. Her inner walls clench around it and squeeze.

  “Fuck.”

  How the hell had I survived so long without sex? By jerking off. Cora was the last woman that I’d slept with. That made it three years since I’d had sex. I’d dated several women but for some reason, I’d not wanted to have sex with any of them. I’d gone as far as making out and heavy oral sex, but my cock hadn’t seen any pussy action since Cora. I pause and revel in the sensation of being buried to the hilt.

  I lift my gaze to Cora and find her glazed eyes on me. “I haven’t done this in three years.” Why the fuck did I say that? I can’t seem to control my mouth around this woman.

  “Me either,” she says.

  I freeze, and as the meaning of her words sinks into my brain, my cock swells to unbelievable proportions. Her eyes widen as it pushes her pussy walls back.

  “Fuck, Cora,” is all I can say.

  I pull out slowly until just the head of my cock is buried in her. She raises her hips to pull my cock back in, and I oblige. It becomes more than sex. It becomes special. I can’t wrap my mind around the fact that both of us have not had sex with other people since we broke up.

  We fall into a rhythm as I thrust in and out. She unfolds her knees and raises her legs to rest on my shoulders.

  “Feels so good. Unbelievable,” Cora says.

  “For me too, babe.” The endearment I used with Cora falls easily from my lips as if there has not been a three-year gap.

  “Harder.” She drops her legs and wraps them around my waist, holding me captive.

  I brace my hands on either side of her, looking down at her perfect breasts. I increase the pace of my thrusts. One. Two. Three. She whimpers and writhes underneath me. I lower my head to brush my lips against hers.

  Tears fill her eyes. That was another Cora thing. Orgasm and crying. I remember the first time it happened; I’d been taken aback until she explained it happened when she experienced an overload of sensation. In simpler words when I’d satisfied her.

  My orgasm soon follows, and I release my seed inside her. As my cock throbs and spurts cum, dismay comes over me at the realization that we haven’t used protection.

  “I’m so sorry,” I tell Cora as I pull out. “We didn’t use protection.”

  “Shit,” she says and sits up. “I can’t believe it never crossed my mind.” She falls back on the bed. “I’m sure I’ll be fine.”

  I’m upset at myself. Having sex without protection is like dancing around a fire and crossing your fingers that your feet don’t get burned.

  “We shouldn’t have done that,” Cora says after several moments of uncomfortable silence.

  “I don’t carry condoms with me,” I tell her. I stopped carrying them a long time ago.

  “That’s not what I mean,” Cora says quietly. “I mean that we should not have had sex.”

  I inhale sharply and swallow hard. She’s right. My belly knots as regret washes over me. I’m now firmly down from the high I’d been on just minutes ago, and I see this for what it is. A bad, horrible decision.

  We allowed ourselves to be led by hormones like horny teenagers. Three years ago should have been a lesson that I don’t do relationships well.

  “You’re right,” I tell her. “What do we do now?”

  “We pretend this never happened,” Cora says, sounding like she’s going to burst into tears at any moment.

  “I’m sorry.” I mean it. We’ve really messed things up by having sex.

  “It’s both our faults,” she says. “But we’re adults, and we can move on from this. Besides, we don’t have to see each other again. Medically, I mean?”

  A hole forms in my chest. An emptiness that I know only too well. I clear my throat. “Yes, my work with you is done. Medically, that is.”

  “In that case then, let’s forget this ever happened.” She stops short of asking me to leave.

  I get up and reach for my boxer briefs. This feels too familiar too. The only difference is that this time I’m
not eager to leave. I wish she would say something that would let me stay. I finish dressing and stand over the bed.

  Cora refuses to meet my gaze.

  “All the best,” she says.

  “You too. Call me if you need me.”

  “I won’t,” she says.

  I can tell from the tone in her voice that she regrets meeting me again, and that saddens me, even if I deserve it. I look back one more time. Her gaze is still averted.

  “Bye, Cora.”

  Chapter 5

  Cora

  “Okay, everyone, let’s get ready to do a basic routine. This is a beginner’s class, so we’ll take it easy.” I love my beginner’s basic class.

  I love seeing new faces of people who’ve decided to take charge of their health and start exercising. I introduce myself as more people walk in. It’s a mixture of men and women and a range of ages from people in their twenties to middle-aged.

  A familiar figure bounces in, and when I turn to her, my jaw drops. My mom flashes me a quick smile and a wave and strolls to the back of the class. I follow her with my gaze, taking in the totally inappropriate hot pink crop top she’s wearing and matching joggers.

  I want to die. I tear my gaze away and force myself to begin the class. Every time our gazes meet, she smiles and winks. I can’t help being drawn to her exposed midriff. What was she thinking wearing an outfit designed for a teenager?

  We start with basic matches. Thank God that I’ve done this countless times, and I don’t have to think about the words that leave my mouth. As the class goes on, I notice that my mom is struggling. Not a surprise. She’s almost seventy years old. I start my older clients off with easy walks and slowly build up until they can manage a beginner aerobics class.

  I call for a water break, and I can tell that my seasoned students are surprised as we never take a break as the class is only for twenty-five minutes.

  My concentration is messed up. I can’t peel my eyes off my mom, afraid that she might hurt herself. The water break must have perked her up because now, her movements are energetic.

  After the class, I’m too pissed off to talk to her, and besides, Riley and I are meeting upstairs at my apartment to go over donor profiles. My stomach clenches as I leave the gym and take the side door to my building.

  As I ride the elevator up, my thoughts wander to T. I remember the last time we rode up together after an afternoon spent imbibing. Two weeks later, I’m still finding it hard to believe that I was stupid enough to sleep with him. Again. After how he dumped me three years ago. I’m shameless; that’s what I am. And the worst of it is that in unguarded moments, I find myself missing him and looking at my phone to check if he’s called.

  Thomas is a cold bastard. His interest in me has always been one thing: my body. That has not changed. My nipples suddenly harden, and my panties dampen. By the time I get off the elevator, my breathing comes out fast, as if I’ve been running.

  I’m horny as hell as I walk through the front door. It’s happening more and more often. Just thinking about Thomas, and it’s as if someone has lit a fire to my body. An uncontrollable hunger for sex consumes me. Like now.

  I need a shower. Desperately. I leave the front door unlocked for Riley to let herself in and head to my bedroom bathroom.

  I strip off and enter the bathroom. I don’t even pretend that a shower is a priority. I grab the shower gel, squeeze some into my hand, and lather it all over my body. I moan as my hands graze over my ultra-sensitive nipples.

  I reach between my legs, and my hand comes into contact with my clit; I let out a sigh of relief. Something has happened to me in the last week. All I can think about is Thomas and sex. I want him so badly that if he walked in at this moment, I’d welcome him with open arms, no questions asked.

  I tease my clit and then push a finger up my lady parts and pretend that my fingers are T’s. I add another finger and pump rhythmically. The real deal would be better, but this takes the edge off. My moans grow louder as the beginnings of an orgasm start to form. I finger fuck myself faster and faster until my body explodes in an unsatisfactory orgasm. A cry leaves my lips, and I only realize how loud I am when a knock comes on the bedroom door.

  “Are you okay in there?”

  It’s Riley.

  “I’m fine. Be out in a sec.” I turn off the shower and towel dry myself.

  I grab a fresh pair of joggers and a top. With a towel wrapped around my hair like a turban, I join Riley in the living room.

  She already has my laptop open, and when I enter, she looks up at me and grins. “You sounded like you were masturbating,” she says.

  “Maybe.” I sit down next to her and sigh. “I swear something has gone wonky in my body. Is it normal to be horny twenty-four-seven? All I can think about is sex.”

  Riley laughs. “You shouldn’t complain. A lot of women would love to have that problem.”

  “I wouldn’t complain if I had a partner,” I quip, my mind shifting to Thomas.

  “What happened to Doctor Sexy?” Riley says.

  I groan. “Don’t ask.” I proceed to tell her about how we went for a drink and ended up having sex.

  “So that’s it?” Riley says. “You two are done?”

  “Yeah,” I tell her. “But it’s like sleeping with him turned on a sex switch in me. I’m constantly aroused. Is that normal?” It sounds like the ideal way to live to be perpetually horny, but it’s frustrating, not to mention I can barely concentrate on anything else.

  Riley is thoughtful. “The only time I’ve ever experienced something like that was when in the first month of pregnancy. I was constantly horny.”

  A thought so petrifying creeps into my mind. What if I’m pregnant? No, I couldn’t be.

  “Probably the time of the month for me,” I say. “Now, let’s do this.”

  Riley has already turned on my computer, and I click to access my email and then click on the link the sperm bank sent me. It immediately takes me to a page with first names that identify the donors and their profiles at a glance.

  “Oh, I like that one,” she says, pointing to the second profile.

  “His name is Mark, and he has dark eyes, wavy black hair, and he’s tall and big. Wait. They all have more or less the same characteristics,” Riley says. “Hang on, what specifications did you give?”

  My face heats up. Without giving it any thought, I had automatically filled in Thomas’s physical details. “Dark eyes, wavy hair, tall.”

  Riley turns to look at me, her eyes gleaming. “Describe Thomas for me?”

  “Dark eyes, wavy hair, tall,” I tell her, my voice coated with misery.

  “I’ve never seen you so hung up over a guy. Fuck, Cora, you’re in trouble. Maybe you should just ask him to be your donor.”

  I make a face. “That’s what got me into trouble the last time, remember.”

  She shakes her head and turns back to the computer screen. “This is weird. They all look the same. How are we going to narrow down?”

  “Well, they have different occupations and hobbies. That’s a start.” My mind is not in it anymore.

  Riley’s suggestion that I should ask Thomas to be my donor has got me thinking crazy stuff. We didn’t use protection. What if I did get pregnant? I remember how horrified Thomas had been at the realization that we had not used protection.

  “What are you thinking?” Riley says.

  “What if I’m pregnant? We didn’t use protection.”

  Her eyes widen. “You didn’t use protection? Cora! You don’t know where’s he’s been and who with! I can’t believe that you’d be so careless.”

  “Believe me; there’s nothing you can say to me that I haven’t said to myself,” I say, ashamed of having to admit to my carelessness.

  Riley looks as if I’ve dropped the weight of the world on her shoulders. “Maybe you acted on your subconscious need to have a baby with Thomas.”

  “What? Of course not! I don’t want a baby with Thomas, and he doesn�
�t want a baby either.”

  “Why is he so against babies anyway?” Riley says.

  I shrug. “I don’t know, and we really should drop this conversation. I’m not pregnant. I would know it.”

  “Take a pregnancy test,” Riley says.

  “Okay.” My voice comes out squeaky with fright.

  Riley jumps to her feet. “I’ll go grab one in the pharmacy next door.” She’s out before I can protest. The front door bangs shut, and Riley’s footsteps fade away.

  I look at the screen but see nothing. The more I think about it, the more it becomes a real possibility that I could be pregnant. My body has changed rapidly in the last week or so. It’s not just being permanently aroused. I’ve been feeling fatigued for no reason and waking up in the morning has become a struggle. And my nipples feel like they’re on fire twenty-four seven.

  Oh, God.

  Nausea swirls in my belly. A cold sweat covers my skin. What a mess! And all because I couldn’t stay away from Thomas. I imagine telling him that I’m pregnant and feel physically sick.

  Riley returns in time before I drive myself insane with worry.

  “Here you go.” She hands me a small brown bag. “I bought two just to be sure.”

  I take it and reluctantly get to my feet. I move to the bathroom with Riley following closely behind. My feet are like two blocks of cement as I walk.

  “You’re not going to come into the bathroom with me, are you?” I stop to ask Riley.

  “No, but I’ll be right outside the door,” she says.

  I enter the bathroom and reach for the pregnancy kit. I tear off the cover and proceed to do the deed. I sit on the toilet and wait for the three minutes to pass. When I’m sure they’ve passed, I stand up and wash my hands. I can’t bear to look at the results.

  “Riley?”

  “Yeah?”

  “Come in,” I call.

  She enters, and I hold the kit in her direction. “I’m too scared to look. What does it say?”