I have barely walked in the door when my phone rings. Hoping it’s some chick wanting to fuck, I’m disappointed when I see that it is Sin. I know that he will be working at the club soon. What the fuck could he want?
“Yeah,” I answer, not even caring that I sound aggravated.
“I can tell that you’re in a great mood today. Maybe why I called will make it better. We’re having a big bachelorette party show up at the club tonight. They’ve already called reserving the club for the first hour. Figured you might be interested in coming by.”
I’m shocked that Betty is allowing someone to reserve the club, even for an hour. They must have named a decent price.
I think about it for a minute before giving him an answer. “I might be by. I’m not sure what the plans for the night are. Today was a rough day, so I may just call up Stacey and have her come over.”
Knowing that’s really not going to happen, but not wanting him to worry about me either, I tell him the lie.
“Okay, well, we wanted you to know, just in case you wanted to come by. None of us like you sitting around the house all the time. You need to get out more.”
That’s Sin’s way of saying, stop feeling sorry for your damn self and get out of the house. I understand, but I just don’t feel like it. It’s bad enough to hear the music and the screaming while checking cards at the door, even though I can’t see the stage. I’m not sure that I am ready to go and watch it all firsthand when I can’t really be a part of it.
I say goodbye and hang up the phone, tossing it on the coffee table. I walk into the kitchen, going over to the refrigerator and grab the bottle of Jack Daniel’s out of the freezer.
Taking a big drink, I feel the burn as it travels down my throat. Deciding to say to hell with the club and with pussy for the night, I carry the bottle with me to the living room.
Sitting down in my favorite recliner, I grab the remote and flip through the channels for something to watch while I drink from the bottle.
Finally finding a basketball game on TV, I throw the remote down and kick back for a relaxing night.
I’ve made quite a dent in the contents of the bottle and consider how I should get up and find something to eat. I haven’t eaten since breakfast and know that if I don’t eat something, I’ll get fucked up pretty quick. I can’t seem to get my lazy ass out of the chair though.
My thoughts are interrupted by a knocking at the door. I’m just going to sit here and hope whoever it is will just go away.
The knocking stops, but soon starts back up again. “Go away!” I yell, letting them know that I’m not interested in whatever it is they want. I don’t even have any idea who it could be; all of my friends are at the club. It’s probably somebody trying to sell something.
Finally, there is silence from the other side of the door, and I relax again. Only to be disturbed a moment later by more knocking.
What the fuck? I get up, setting the bottle on the table by the chair and steady myself before walking over to the door. It’s been awhile since I’ve drank anything, and with my already unsteady gait, the liquor makes it even worse.
Slinging the door open, I’m shocked when I see Trina standing there. “What the fuck are you doing here?”
She seems nervous, but that’s not my problem. “You seemed pissed when you left, and I wanted to make sure that you understood where I was coming from.”
I’m pretty sure that she already explained it good enough. “There wasn’t any need in coming over here. You can leave. I get it.”
I give the door a push and turn to go back and sit down. The door doesn’t shut all the way and Trina takes the opportunity to allow herself to come in. “I can tell that you are still pissed. It wasn’t that I didn’t want you. I’m not an idiot, of course I did. But you are my patient, and I’m not losing my job just for meaningless sex. You have no idea what it took for me to get my degree and to have that job. If you did, you wouldn’t be so pissed. Not with all the talking you do about your job and how important it is.”
Turning toward her, I walk back in her direction and stop in front of her. She looks the same as when I left her, still wearing her work clothes and her hair is still down, the way I like it. Reaching out, I pick a couple of strands up and run it through my fingers.
“You didn’t have to come here. I do get it. I don’t like it, but I do understand. I wouldn’t do anything to jeopardize your job. I can tell that it’s important to you. You’re wrong about one thing though; nobody said shit about meaningless sex.”
Trina rolls her eyes and laughs before responding. “I’ve met your type before; the only thing men like you want is meaningless sex.”
I take a step closer until we are nearly touching. Reaching out, I put my hand under her chin and force her to look me in the eyes. “No matter how many men you know, I guarantee, you’ve never met a man like me. I think it’s only fair that you give a man a chance before you label him and kick him to the curb.”
To be completely honest, I have no idea what I want. I’ve never wanted anything serious; random chicks have always been enough for me. There is something about Trina though. I can’t get her off my mind, and I’ve never wanted anyone as much as I want her. I don’t know what it means, but I’m not stupid enough to not try and figure it out.
“That may be true, but I’m not looking to get attached and then get my heart broken either.” I can see it in her eyes, that she wants to trust me, but also doesn’t want to get hurt.
I want to mention that she didn’t mind fucking me the last time without all this discussing shit, but I don’t. “You let me worry about your heart; all you need to be concerned with is making sure that I make you feel good.”
Leaning in, I’m about to take this shit to another level, but she steps back. “None of this changes the fact that you are still my patient and will be for the next few months.”
Fuck. For a minute, I had forgotten about that part. “I don’t see what any of that matters, as long as we don’t do anything while you’re at work. If it becomes a problem, one of us can request for me to have a different doctor. It’s been a month, and I’ve accomplished controlling myself. I can do it until my therapy is over.”
I’m not sure if I can, but if that’s what it takes, I’ll sure give it a try. I have done well with it so far, but who knows how I’ll feel after having her in my bed.
“I don’t know if this is the smart choice. It may end up being the dumbest thing I’ve ever done, but there’s just something about you. No matter what I’ve tried, I haven’t been able to quit thinking about you.”
Well, it’s a damn good thing it wasn’t just me. There’s no way that I’m going to mention that shit to her though.
“You won’t be sorry. I can promise you that,” I say as I lean down, giving her a kiss that takes her breath away. Leading her to my bedroom, I don’t give her any more chances to second guess her decision. She is going to be too preoccupied for any shit like that.
CHAPTER EIGHT
My mouth never leaves hers as we walk into the bedroom. I don’t even bother shutting the door behind us; there’s no need. I do, however, reach over and flip on the light. There’s no way that I’m having her again where I can’t look my fill. I reach down and grab the edge of her shirt. Reluctantly, I pull my mouth from hers as I take off her shirt and toss it across the room.
Trina kicks off her shoes as I take off my own shirt and sling it to the side. Her bra is next on my list of things to remove, because honestly, I can’t wait to have her tits in my hands and mouth. I want that almost as much as I want my dick in that warm pussy of hers. Almost, but not quite.
My fingers quickly work the clasp on her bra, and when it’s unfastened, I pull it away and toss the lacy burden to the floor with the rest of her clothes. Bringing up my hand, I brush my fingers across one erect nipple; her quick indrawn breath spurs me on for more. Leaning down, I place my lips at the top of her breast, working my way down to her nipple.
> As soon as my lips latch on, I suck the hardened peak into my mouth. She lets out a gasp as her hands make their way to the top of my head. She runs her fingers through the short length before tightening her grip, forcing more of herself into my mouth. I devour her nipple while my hand covers her other breast.
Trina lets out a moan when I switch to her other breast. “Yes, just like that. That feels so good, Dallas.”
Taking my free hand, I move down to the waistband of her pants and push them down her legs. I lavish on her for a few more seconds before pulling my mouth away. Taking a step back, I unbutton my shorts and push them to the floor.
Grabbing Trina’s hand, I lead her over to the bed and motion for her to climb in. She doesn’t hesitate, and soon she is laid on my bed, her long black hair spread out across my pillows. Her lying in my bed, in just her panties, is something I could get used to seeing.
Climbing onto the bed, I lay over her, holding myself up so she doesn’t get crushed. Reaching up, I run a hand over her striking black hair. I place a kiss on her neck before working my way down her body. I stop to place a kiss on each nipple, then run my tongue down her stomach. When I reach her panties, I catch her scent, which causes my cock to throb with need.
Slipping my fingers into her little pink panties, I give them a jerk, finally revealing her pussy. It’s not like this is my first time seeing her, but this time is definitely different. She is completely naked; there will be no clothes between us. Seeing her clean-shaven pussy bared in front of me makes my mouth water.
I’m so anxious to finally get a taste, already knowing that it is going to be unbelievable. I run my fingertips over her wet cunt, giving her clit a pinch before sliding two fingers inside her. Lowering my head, I get my first taste of her. I knew it would be like nothing I had ever had before and I was right. Normally, I don’t make a habit of eating pussy, but for a taste of hers, I’d happily do it every day.
Pulling her clit into my mouth, I nip the swollen nub with my teeth, causing Trina to rise off the bed. Grabbing the back of my head, she groans, “Yes, right there. Please don’t stop.”
I nip again, this time a little harder, as I speed up the pace of my fingers. Sucking her clit into my mouth, I feel her walls tightening around my fingers. Knowing that she is close, I curl my fingers upward while biting down harder on her clit.
“Fuck yes,” she gasps as her pussy clenches and quivers around my fingers.
Pulling my fingers free, I make my way up her body and see the passion in her clear blue eyes. Reaching over to the table beside the bed, I open the drawer and pull out a condom. Pushing myself up, I struggle with maneuvering to a comfortable position where I can put the condom on without putting strain on my leg.
Trina notices my hesitation and takes the condom from my hand. “Wouldn’t want a setback.” She winks as she tears the package open.
After she slides the condom on my throbbing cock, she gives my shoulder a nudge, pushing me to the side. I take the hint and lie back on the bed, watching as she straddles my legs and positions herself above me. I know that I would have no problem fucking her and not doing anything to hurt my leg in the process, but if she wants to feel in charge this time, I’ll let her.
Running my hands up her thighs, I make my way up to her breasts, caressing and stroking her hardened nipples with the palms of my hands.
I am slightly distracted as she runs my cock back and forth against her wet pussy. Knowing that I am about to feel the pleasure of her once again has my dick weeping in anticipation.
Not wanting to waste anymore time, I take my hand off one of her breasts. Grabbing her wrist, I pull her hand away from my cock and take matters into my own hands. My dick is already coated with her wetness, and I wish I could feel all of this without a damn condom, but I’ve never fucked without one, and I’m not starting now.
Pushing the head of my cock through her swollen lips, I let out a guttural moan as I slip the tip inside her heated pussy. Trina slowly rises up before sliding back down, stretching herself to accommodate me. It’s not long before she takes all of me, and I barely have time to enjoy the feeling before she is moving again.
Releasing her other breast, I grab her hips, debating on holding her in place. I decide against it when I see the look of pure pleasure on her face. I move my hands around to the soft curves of her ass and enjoy the feel of her muscles tightening up as she rides my cock.
I am not used to letting someone else be in charge, but I take full advantage of lying here under her and watching the way her tits bounce as she picks up speed. It’s almost enough to cause me to embarrass myself by finishing before her. There’s no way I can let that happen though, even if she has already gotten off once, she will do it again while I am fucking her.
Moving one of my hands from her ass, I bring it up to the back of her neck and pull her head down to mine. When my lips touch hers, I can’t hold myself still any longer. As our tongues battle together, so do our thrusts.
Feeling how her pussy has started to tighten more around my cock, I know that she is getting close once again, which is a relief, knowing that I am close to exploding myself.
I thrust into her a couple more times and her mouth on mine isn’t enough to muffle the moan of pleasure she releases. The sound of her letting go, the tightening and trembling of her pussy wrapped around me, is enough to take me over the edge.
Pulling her mouth from mine, I take a much-needed breath of air and calm my pounding heart. Trina does the same as she lays her head on my chest. Running my hands up and down her back, I am astonished at how good letting someone be in control for a change feels.
CHAPTER NINE
I have had another month of therapy and have not felt more ready to get back to work before in my life. I feel like I’m healed enough, but it seems that I’m the only one who thinks that. I can’t get the doctor or Trina to agree with me.
As I stand here doing my leg exercises, Trina stands beside me holding her clipboard. It has been a good month, one filled with many sexual encounters between the two of us. I have kept to my word of not mixing business with pleasure, but it hasn’t been easy.
Looking at her with her pink and purple polka dot scrubs, pieces of her hair falling out of its ponytail, and her makeup free face, I have to wonder what has come over me; she is not my usual type. Even in her silly scrubs, the signs of a hard day at work clear on her face, she still manages to get my dick hard as a rock.
“I don’t have any pain anymore, and these exercises don’t even phase me. When can I get a clean bill of health from you and go back to work?” Although, I know that Trina will think that I’m trying to start an argument, that is not the case at all. I just want answers, ones that I can live with for once.
“Dallas, we’ve already had this discussion. It’s not up to me, it’s up to the doctor. Would it really be that bad to have to wait a bit longer? Or even to not be able to work there at all?” I can’t believe she is saying this shit. Yeah, we’ve discussed it, but I still haven’t heard what I wanted to hear, and she knows how important the club is to me.
“It’s not just up to the doctor; you have a lot of say in this, too. He goes by your diagnosis, just as much as his own.” I don’t know what the holdup is, but I’m going fucking stir crazy being at home all the time. We still haven’t discussed the elephant in the room, of Trina not remembering me. But fuck it, we’re together now, so I’m not going to worry about that. Still, I have to wonder if she isn’t saying I can go back to work because she isn’t comfortable with my job.
Walking over to her, I step as close as I can without touching her, even though I want to. “Trina, you know you’re the only woman I want. Taking my clothes off for money has nothing to do with the two of us. I won’t let it come between us, and I hope that you won’t either.”
We have discussed the club and had many talks about her insecurities of me being around other women. She knows that it has many times led to sex, and I understand her concerns. I
mentioned all that and talked to her about it, mainly to see if she’d mention the night we were together, but she never did.
Honestly, now my eagerness to get back to work has nothing to do with the women. It has more to do with money and fucking boredom. I am tired of sitting around the house doing nothing.
Trina nods her head and says, “I know, and I won’t let it. I’m trying my best to trust you, and it’s not that I don’t. It’s the other women I don’t trust. I know how they are and how they can be. They can be trifling bitches, and I don’t want to be caught off guard by one of them doing or saying something stupid.”
I watch out of the corner of my eye as the other therapist walks out of the room with his patient. “I think we need to discuss this further in the office.”
Trina shakes her head in denial. “No, I don’t think we do. You know as well as I do what will happen if we go in there together. We both agreed that sex wouldn’t happen here; we’ve done well with it so far, so there’s no need in that changing now.” She whispers toward the end, even though no one can possibly hear what she is saying.
“I know what we agreed to, but hearing you get so defensive about me where other women are concerned turns me on more than you’ll ever know. I want to show you how much that means to me.”
Trina nervously looks around before looking back at me. “Well, what kind of person would I be if I turned down an offer like that? Just this once though. Don’t be thinking this is going to be a regular thing, and by no means, will this make me agree to the decision of you being ready to go back to work.”
She starts walking toward the office, and I follow behind her. “Whatever you say, honey,” I mumble, knowing this is not the right way to get what I want. Honestly though, I wasn’t lying. I do want her. This really doesn’t have anything to do with her changing her mind about me and work. It’s more about the fact that she does trust me, and I want to thank her for that.
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