by Marie James
“Condom,” she rushes out, and my blood runs cold. “You need a condom. Fuck, Samson. Get out of me. I’m not on birth control.”
“What?” Something is short circuiting in my brain.
“Out!” she yells, and it forces me into action.
When I pull out of her, she moans with what sounds like regret, and I understand the sentiment.
“I’m so fucking sorry.” I slide off the bed, standing at the edge, terrified I’ve ruined everything. “I wasn’t even thinking. I swear that’s never happened before. I’m clean. I didn’t come yet, promise.”
I was damn close even from the few seconds I was inside of her, which would’ve been embarrassing, but honestly, there was no way around it.
“Put a condom on,” she hisses.
“You don’t want to stop?”
“What? No, I don’t want to stop.”
I reach for her bedside table, but she smacks my hand. “What are you doing? I don’t have condoms in there.”
I almost reach for it again, desperate to see what toys she has in there that she doesn’t want me to see.
“Well, I don’t have any on me.”
“What? How is that possible?” She glares at me like I just ruined a birthday surprise she’s been waiting all year for. The pout of her lips makes me seriously want to fuck her mouth again.
“I didn’t pick you up tonight with any intentions of ending up with you like this,” I explain.
Her eyes are focused on my still erect cock. He clearly hasn’t gotten the memo that things are most likely over for the night, and the ache I know I’ll go home with again is almost enough to make tears burn the back of my eyes. It doesn’t matter that she sucked me off. Yes, that was amazing, but flipping the switch to the off position after being inside of her is like dying a slow death, only I wouldn’t even wish this on my enemies.
“You should always be prepared,” she hisses as she sits up.
“I didn’t want to jinx it.”
My cock jerks at her continuous perusal. I’m seconds away from lining it back up to her lips, but she gets off the bed and slides past me.
“Lie down. I’ll be right back.”
She disappears down the hall toward Charli’s room, so I do as she says, praying she’s on the hunt for a condom. When she returns, she finds me splayed out on her bed with my fist wrapped around my eager cock. I’ve kicked my boots, jeans, and boxers off the end of her bed, and I’m ready for whatever she has in mind when she gets back.
“I found one.” She holds up her hand where the corners of several packages peek out from her fist.
“You don’t plan on getting any sleep tonight, do you?”
She answers with a salacious grin before tossing all but one rubber on the floor beside the bed. Next, she tears open the package, swats my hand away, and rolls the tight latex down my dick.
“We’ll need to get magnums,” she says as she strokes my dick in her tiny hand.
“These are fine,” I assure her before snapping my jaw tight before I recommend she get on birth control, so I can fuck her bare.
I’m talking myself off the ledge, assuring myself that she’ll still feel good even after I’ve had a taste of her tightness without one on, but then she straddles my waist, lines me up with her entrance, and slides down.
“Fuck,” I moan, the word coming out so long it’s almost a full sentence.
“Is that okay?” Her palms rest on my pecks as she lifts her hips back up.
“Perfect,” I tell her with utmost honesty.
I’m a huge proponent for quick and dirty, but the slow drag of her pussy up and then back down my dick over and over is a heaven I never thought I’d find. God, why has it never been like this before?
Her hips swivel on the drop, and I feel her grind her clit against my base. Her eyes are closed, her mouth parted as she whimpers her pleasure. I’m enjoying every second, but there’s no way I’ll last much longer. Just the grip of her on my cock is enough to send me over the edge, but this woman is hellbent on torturing me.
“Sit up,” I urge, and she readjusts her legs, the action allowing her to sink even further. My breath rushes out between clenched teeth. “God damn it, Cam. You’re gonna make me shoot.”
“That’s the point,” she purrs.
“Is that right?” She nods, and I lick my thumb, pressing it to her swollen, needy clit.
Her mouth drops open, and the simple touch is like lighting the fuse of a bottle rocket. Her legs flex over and over, bringing her almost to my tip before sinking back down again. The repeated sensation of the cold air hitting my dick when she lifts up is nothing short of a miracle. The heat of her engulfing me forms an immediate addiction I never want to be free of.
“Come, baby,” I order, pressing harder with my thumb and thrusting my hips up at the same time.
She detonates, the clasp and release of her convulsions forcing me over the edge with her. She’s boneless, collapsing on my chest while erratic breaths escape her lips, but I keep my hips moving, using her pussy until my cock stops jerking inside of her.
I’m drained, utterly spent as I wrap my arms around her, holding her for a long while.
“Samson?”
I jolt when she says my name.
“Did you fall asleep?”
“No,” I answer, but it may be a lie. “I might have dozed off. I didn’t sleep well last night.”
“We need to get cleaned up.”
“Showers?” The thought of leaving this bed, of her climbing off me seems like torture.
“Washcloths,” she answers. “I’m too tired for a full shower. I can get one in the morning before I go to work.”
“I can’t move,” I tease.
“I can clean you up,” she offers, but then the thought of her having to pull the full condom off my dick and dispose of it gives me enough energy to sit up with her in my arms.
The movement of her sliding over my dick gets his attention. She must feel it because she laughs.
“Is he ready for round two?”
“I’d never survive it,” I mutter.
“Oh, good.” She sounds relieved. “I’m already going to be sore.”
“Want me to kiss it and make it feel better?” I knew this was going to be a problem when I sank inside of her. The glide was easy because she was so wet, but the grip told me it had been a while for her. She squeezed the life out of me, and I can’t help the smile that stretches across my face.
“Well, aren’t you smug.”
She climbs off me and pulls her shirt and bra off, making me realize I didn’t even bother to get her completely naked before we had sex.
“I’m a total asshole,” I confess.
“For what?” Her brow furrows as I stand up beside her.
“For not getting you naked completely before I ravaged you.”
“Ravaged?” She takes my hand and leads me out into the hallway to the bathroom. “Is that what you call it?”
She’s smiling at me as she turns on the faucet. I toss the condom in the toilet before lifting the seat and leaning over to the bowl.
“Do you need a little privacy?”
“No,” I tell her with a shrug. “Just need to take a leak.”
“Nice.” She sounds disgusted, but there’s a smile playing at her lips when I look over my shoulder.
When I’m done, I turn around only to be handed a warm, wet washcloth and ushered out into the hallway. Apparently, she needs to pee, too, only she refuses to do it with an audience.
I push the bathroom door open when I hear the water running again in the sink.
“I’m staying the night again,” I tell her when our eyes meet in the mirror.
“Are you?”
I nod, rinsing my washcloth again before using it one final time.
“And I’m sleeping naked.” I’ll wear clothes if she really wants me to, but I’m hoping that she doesn’t.
“Let me guess, you plan on poking me with your morning w
ood until I relent when we wake up?”
She squeals when I lift her from the floor and cradle her to my chest.
“Who says we have to wait until morning?”
She makes me stop and turn around so we can throw the washcloths into the hamper before turning off the light in the bathroom. Her lips are on mine when we reach her bed, and by the time we wake in the morning, the pile of condoms she tossed on the floor earlier are gone.
Chapter 24
Camryn
“You promised you wouldn’t do that,” I complain with a smile on my face as Samson presses his erection against my back.
“I said no such thing.” He groans when I wiggle my hips. “What time do you have to leave for work?”
“In an hour.”
“That’s plenty of time.”
“What are you doing?” I cry when he spins me around until I’m facing his feet.
“Suck my dick.”
I’m seconds away from telling him to go fuck himself, but his talented tongue hits my sore pussy. I don’t know if I should moan from the pleasure or hiss from the tenderness.
“Sit back,” he urges with his hands on my ass. “Right on my face. I promised I’d kiss it better, didn’t I?”
“Oh, God.” I go with pleasure because it feels absolutely amazing. He does this thing where he somehow manages to fold his tongue in half with my clit sandwiched in between, and it’s the best thing I’ve ever felt.
“Are you forgetting something?” he asks as he pulls his mouth away.
I whimper at the loss before lowering my mouth to his mammoth erection. He’s hot and all silky skin over hard steel, and as I wrap my lips around him and take him as far as I can go, I want to kick myself for not doing this sooner. I hate that I waited and rejected him for almost two months, but I plan on making up that time as much as I can. I know spending all my spare time naked in bed with him may not be the healthiest thing, but even knowing that doesn’t make me want to do it any less.
His fingers dig into my ass cheeks as he goes to town, and I just know I’m going to have bruises from his fingers.
“Just like that. Fuck, Cam, I love your mouth.”
The praise is my undoing, and my orgasm must be his favorite thing because it sets him off as well.
“I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of that mouth,” he says after I roll off him and stare up at the ceiling.
I know I have to grab a quick shower and get ready for work, but it can wait a few more minutes. My mind is blissfully blank as I lick my lips, still tasting his tanginess on them. I’ve gone from not having sex in longer than I can remember to an insatiable nympho in mere days. Samson has taken over nearly every waking thought, as well as infiltrating my dreams at night.
“Baby,” he whispers, his lips pressing a kiss to my ankle, “I won’t be the reason you’re late for work.”
“I’m going.” I grumble about being an adult as I roll off the bed. “Wanna join me in the shower?”
“I don’t think that’s the best idea. Plus, we’re out of condoms.”
He’s got a point, and even though he just got me off and then turned down my offer for a shower, he watches me with hungry eyes as I flit around the room gathering all the things I’ll need for my shower and my day at the hospital.
He gropes my ass over a cup of coffee, and presses his erection against me while telling me my scrubs make him hard, and although I draw the line when he asks what I think about playing doctor later, I make a mental note to bring home a couple of pairs of gloves and a bottle of KY. If he wants to play doctor, I’ll make it as realistic as possible.
With a kiss goodbye and a promise to see him later, I get in my Jeep while he climbs on the back of his bike. As I pull away, I know I’ll be thinking about his thighs and the way his abs flex right before he comes all damn day.
Two hours later, I’ve completed my rounds with Dr. Olman since Dr. Hunter worked on-call all night. I didn’t see Charli when I got to work, but depending on how her night goes, we don’t see each other every morning. When I do see her, it’s hours after she was supposed to leave, and she has tears in her eyes.
“What’s going on?” I ask, catching her coming out of one of the on-call rooms.
“I’ll see you at home tonight,” she says before pushing past me and heading to the dressing room to grab her things.
I’m seconds away from following her and demanding she tell me what’s going on, but then the on-call room door opens again and lo and behold, it’s Dr. Hunter who walks out this time.
His eyes don’t even widen when he finds me standing in the hall glaring at him. With my arms crossed over my chest, I imagine I look like an angry little pixie, but that doesn’t stop my lip from twitching into a snarl.
“Dr. Davison,” he says as he walks toward me.
I want to demand that he leave my friend alone, but I know how tenacious Charli can be when she wants something. Dr. Hunter’s voice is filled with defeat, and his eyes tell of his exhaustion.
“Please tell her to back off.”
There isn’t a threat or hint of warning in his voice, just desperation.
“I don’t want bad things to happen to her.”
Before I can come up with a response, he’s gone, and by the time I make it to the dressing room, Charli is nowhere to be found.
I walk around with mixed emotions. Things seem to be going great with Samson, but how can I allow myself to be happy when my best friend seems to be suffering. I warned her against this, knowing how she gets. Some men she’s fine just sleeping with then tossing them to the side, but the men she sleeps with and really enjoys herself? Those are the ones who need to look out. She can be rabid when it comes to a man who… well, makes her come.
I’m going through a list of ideas to try and straighten everything out while sitting in the cafeteria trying to choke down a dry tuna sandwich when my phone chimes a text alert.
Samson: How’s your day?
Me: I’ve had better.
Samson: Tired?
Me: No, just work drama.
When he doesn’t respond after a couple of minutes, I tuck my phone away, toss my half-eaten sandwich in the trash, and get back to work. I shouldn’t even think it as I roam the halls three hours later, but today has been slow. We induced a woman this morning, thinking she was going to take a while before giving birth, but after we broke her water, she rushed through the rest of her labor. Now, other than the loud family celebrating the newcomer, the floor is decently quiet.
I’m happy to have something to do when I get a page for the fifth floor. I’m just as surprised this time to find Samson leaning on the nurses’ station as I was the first time. Only there isn’t a hint of agitation directed at him. No, all of that is spent on Emily as she beams up at my man like he’s the best thing since sliced bread. Don’t get me wrong he is, but he’s my best thing, not hers.
“You paged me,” I say, repeating the exact same thing I said last time.
“I’m here for a consult,” Samson says as he turns around to look at me.
I wonder if he had that dirty look in his eyes the last time he pulled this shit. I was too angry for having my day interrupted to recall, but he’s a sight for sore eyes today.
“Right this way.” I sweep my arm out, hoping he’ll get the hint and walk in front of me, any chance to see his ass flex in his jeans.
“514 is empty,” Emily says with a hint of knowing in her voice.
I’d be concerned she’s trying to get me in trouble if I didn’t have enough dirt on her from when I had overnight clinicals a few months ago. Remember Dr. Woodrow? Let’s just say she and Emily have history, on the clock, naked history more specifically.
“Why are you here?” I cross my arms over my chest to keep playing along, but my heart is beating against my arms, and it’s hard to keep from reaching out to him.
“I wanted to show you something.”
His perfect teeth dig into his bottom lip, and I hate that my
teeth aren’t making those indentions.
“Come here.” He opens his arms wide, but I stand my ground, loving that he doesn’t waste a second coming to me instead. “I’m sorry you’re having a bad day.”
“Are you here to show me your cock thinking it’ll make me feel better?”
His chuckle vibrates through me as he presses his lips to mine.
“I have a better idea.”
I’m growing more curious when he releases me only to turn me, so my back is against his chest. He’s hard, the thickness in his jeans pressing thick against my ass, but just when I expect him to tug my scrubs down my legs, he presses two fingers to my lips.
“Suck.”
My pussy clenches at the command, and I obey immediately. Just when I get a good rhythm, he groans and pulls his fingers free. With his other hand, he pulls out the waistband of my scrubs along with my panties before pressing his wet fingers to my pussy.
“Jesus,” I hiss when he curls them inside of me.
“Shh,” he urges, but it sounds more like a hiss when he finds me wet inside for him.
“Samson!”
“Shh,” he repeats, this time cupping his other hand over my mouth to mask my cries. “You’re having a bad day. I want to make things better.”
I nod my head, urging him to do just that, and boy does he. He slips his slick fingers from my core and works them like magic over my clit. I lean back into him, allowing him to take some of my weight as my legs tremble just before locking up as I come. The release is fast and glorious, and I’m reminded just how hard he makes me come when instead of pulling his hand away, he doubles his efforts. I fight against him, struggling to get away because the intensity is just too high, but he prevails, and I’m ready to worship at his feet when I come again.
“That’s my girl,” he praises as he pulls his fingers from my panties and lifts them to his lips. “So sweet.”
“I want you at my apartment when I get home at eight. Pack a bag and cancel your plans because I have two days off, and I don’t plan on letting you out of my bed.”
“I can’t fucking wait.” He presses his mouth to mine in a kiss that leaves my own taste on my lips and my breath coming out in pants.
