by Iona Rose
I move my lips from hers kissing down her neck, being careful to be gentle in that area this time. My kisses are feather light, barely even touching Erika’s skin and she moans again, a sound full of frustration and longing.
I pull my hands away from her breasts and out of her t-shirt. I bring them up and push her t-shirt off her shoulder, running my tongue over the bare skin of her shoulder blades. I run my hands down her body, pausing at the waist band of her jeans and opening her button and lower the zipper. I push her jeans down and then her panties and then I cup her ass with my hands and lift her, placing her in a sitting position on the edge of the kitchen counter. I step between her legs and kiss her mouth again as I run my fingers over her lips and find her clit. She is so wet that I gasp a little as the feel of her sends shivers of lust through me.
She wraps her legs around my waist as I massage her clit with my fingers, our lips still locked together. Erika’s hands roam over my back, my sides, like she wants to feel all of me. She presses herself against me, her breasts pressing against my chest. She moves her hips, writhing against my fingers.
She pulls her lips from mine and presses her face into my neck, lightly nipping the skin there between her teeth. She is gasping and panting as she does it and the heat of her breath on my neck sends hot waves through my body and down to my cock.
My cock is rock hard, aching to be inside of Erika, but I am going to hold myself back until I have made her come. Only then will I enter her.
She sounds close now and I slow down my movement. Erika pulls back from me slightly, frowning as I slow my movement right down to an almost stop. I barely graze her clit with my fingers now, teasing her, drawing this out. She bucks her hips, trying to get some pressure on her clit but I anticipate her move and snatch my fingers away at the last second.
Erika looks at me, her chest rising and falling in time with her gasping breaths. I smile at her and then I run my hands over her thighs and gently disentangle her legs from around me. I kneel down, and pull Erika right to the edge of the counter, and then I bury my face in her mound.
She is all I can smell, all I can taste. I lick her, drinking in her juices, barely able to stop myself from pulling her free of the counter and fucking her right here on the kitchen floor.
I lick her harder, faster. Erika presses her pussy against my face, gasping and moaning as I bring her right back to the edge. I suck her clit into my mouth, nipping it lightly between my lips and then I release it and press down on it, moving it from side to side beneath my tongue.
Erika’s moans become louder and more agonized sounding as I keep working her, not relenting for a second. I feel her clit begin to pulse against my tongue as a rush of liquid erupts from her. Her moan becomes my name, her voice dripping with lust as she says it. Even as she orgasms hard, I don’t let up on her for a second. I keep working her with my tongue and I reach up and push two fingers inside of her.
Feeling the slippery warmth of her wrapping around my fingers almost pushes me over the edge myself, but I swallow back the feelings, wanting to concentrate only on Erika. I move my fingers in and out of Erika in the same rhythm I use to keep licking her clit.
She’s going wild now, her whole body shuddering as waves of pleasure coast through her body. She is no longer saying my name. Her breath comes in a series of tiny gasps that she releases as whimpers. I feel her muscles tensing and she sucks in a deep breath and holds it.
I press down on her g-spot with my fingers and her clit with my tongue at the same time. She lets out the breath she was holding in a scream that sounds almost like an animal sound. That sound sends a wave of desire through me and I can’t wait any longer. I have to have her.
I slip my fingers out of her and pull my face away from her pussy. I sit back on my heels and admire her for a second. Her pussy is dark red, flushed from her orgasm and I can see the moisture beading on her lips. The sight of her takes my breath away and when I push myself to my feet, I can feel my legs shaking.
Erika is leaning back on her palms, her eyes squeezed tight shut, her face contorted. Her chest heaves as she pants. I imagine what her breasts will look like when I get her out of her t-shirt and I feel another pulse of desire go through my cock.
She opens her eyes as her breathing begins to go back to normal. She looks at me beneath eyelids heavy with lust.
“Wow,” she smiles.
I smile back at her and step back between her legs and kiss her again. Our kiss is deep and passionate, our tongues colliding, massaging, and tumbling against each other. Her lips feel like they were made to fit mine and her body against me feels like I have been waiting my whole life for this moment.
I run my hands down Erika’s back as her hands move around my body and begin to undo my belt. She fumbles it open and then she starts on the button of my jeans. I am so turned on I almost come as she brushes her hand over the front of my jeans, rubbing the denim over my cock.
She gets the button open and then the zipper. She pushes my jeans and boxer shorts down. I pull her closer to me, ready to plunge into her warmth and feel her tight little pussy wrapped around my cock. I line myself up, and as I am about to slam into her, I hear a key going into the front door.
Erika hears it at the exact same moment as I do.
“Shit. Nadia,” she says.
I jump back from her and begin to fasten my jeans and belt back up. Erika pushes herself off the counter, as graceful as a cat. She yanks her jeans back up and fastens them and begins to try to tame down her hair. I can’t help but smile when she grabs a cloth and begins to wash the place she was sitting on the counter. Nadia comes in as she’s washing the counter top down.
“Hi,” she says. “Oh hi Aidan, I didn’t know you were here. I’m not interrupting anything am I?”
“No,” Erika and I both say together.
Nadia smiles knowingly.
“So yes then,” she says with a soft laugh. “Let me just grab a glass of water and then I’ll get out of your hair.”
Erika gives me a pleading look. A look that I can read easily enough. Please don’t let this be a thing that gets awkward.
“Honestly Nadia, you’re not interrupting anything. I just came over to see how Erika was feeling and we had dinner together,” I say.
“Yeah,” Erika puts in. “You should have been a few minutes earlier and you could have interrupted the washing up. I’m sure Aidan would have been pleased about that.”
“I would have,” I confirm with a grin.
I’m not sure whether Nadia is buying the bullshit we’re selling her, but she smiles and relaxes slightly, leaning against the countertop. If she doesn’t believe us, she’s at least going to pretend she does and that will have to do.
I have to bite my lip to keep myself from smiling when I see Erika’s cheeks start to flush as Nadia leans against the spot on the counter that Erika was coming in only moments ago. Erika turns away quickly and starts wiping down the counter behind her, even though it’s already clean. Nadia smiles.
“If you clean like this every time you make dinner, I think I’m going to enjoy having you around Erika,” she laughs.
“You’ll definitely enjoy having me around then,” Erika says. “I’m a bit of a clean freak to be honest.”
Aidan
I want Erika so badly that it’s like a physical ache inside of me. I can’t believe Nadia came home when she did. I mean who goes out for a night out and comes home at like ten o’clock. Only my fucking sister apparently. If she had just been like fifteen minutes later, but no.
I really wanted to just keep quiet and let her get her glass of water and go to her bedroom or whatever she was planning on doing to give Erika and me some space. We could have then gone to Erika’s room and finished what we started. But I saw the look Erika was giving me and I knew that she didn’t want that. I can understand her point. It’s only her first full day living there – she probably feels like it’s too early to be chasing Nadia out of the shared space. And may
be she’s a bit embarrassed with Nadia being my sister.
Whatever her reasoning, I know she was uncomfortable with the idea of letting Nadia just slip back away and so I made out there was nothing to interrupt. I feel like I’ve done the right thing, but my God am I frustrated inside. My whole body is tingling, still filled with desire for Erika. I have never met a woman who can affect me the way Erika can. I love that she has this effect on me, but right now, I hate it. I want to be able to think straight for a second, but all I can think about is how her clit pulsed against my tongue as she came. How she moaned my name. How she tasted, how she smelled.
I blink away the images and sit down at the table listening to Nadia and Erika discussing their cleaning habits. They really are perfectly suited to living together as they both like things clean and tidy. Nadia makes some coffee and the three of us go through to the living room with it.
The atmosphere between us is friendly but I suspect that Nadia knows she did interrupt something and I think she’ll try and go off to bed quickly, but I also know that nothing is going to happen between Erika and me tonight now. I think Erika would prefer if I left her and Nadia to it, but I don’t know how to sneak off before Nadia feels like she’s in the way without it looking like I’m just leaving because I’m not going to get sex.
It’s actually Erika who gives me a way out.
“Are you both working tomorrow then?” she asks.
“I am,” Nadia says. “I work every week, Monday to Friday.”
“I am too,” I say. “In fact, I’m starting at five, so I think I might call it a night if you two ladies don’t mind.”
They both shake their heads no and I swallow down the rest of my coffee and stand up.
“I’ll see you out,” Erika says, standing up too.
I nod and she follows me out into the hallway. I open the apartment door and Erika steps into the corridor with me. The second we’re out of the apartment, we look at each other and burst into laughter.
“Shit, that was close,” Erika says.
“I know,” I agree. “If she’d turned up five minutes earlier, we probably wouldn’t have even heard her coming in.”
“Imagine if she’d walked in on us like that. Especially on a kitchen counter. She’d have had me kicked out and the bleach out within seconds,” Erika laughs.
“Not to mention the three of us would probably all have been scarred for life by the experience,” I add with a grin.
Erika nods and laughs. I lean in and kiss her. I kiss her lips, but it’s a quick kiss. Anything else and my cock will be hard and wanting to take things further again within seconds.
“I’ll call you tomorrow when I’ve finished work ok?” I say.
Erika nods.
“Goodnight,” she says.
“Oh it was,” I say, although I know that’s not what she meant.
Her smile widens and I kiss her again quickly and then I turn and walk away before I can change my mind. I get into the elevator and go down, smiling to myself thinking about tonight. Erika really is amazing and even though I’ve just left her, I already can’t wait to see her again.
The elevator doors ping open and I step out into the lobby. I cross it and leave the building, being sure to pull the front door behind me until I hear it click closed. The night air is cold now and I pause to pull up the zipper on my jacket. As I fasten the zipper, I get a cold shiver down my back and I feel the hairs standing up on the back of my neck, like someone is watching me. I glance around but I can’t see anyone. I shake my head. What the hell is wrong with me? I’m not normally paranoid like this.
Just as I dismiss the feeling, a slight movement across the road from where I’m standing catches my eye. I squint slightly, peering through the darkness and I see him. A man is sitting in a black car opposite me. I keep looking at him until my eyes adjust to the darkness a little more.
I can’t see his face. His collar is pulled up and he’s wearing a baseball cap pulled down low, but somehow, I know he’s staring back at me, our eyes locked on each other’s. And somehow, I know exactly who it is. Jeremy. He’s watching the building, watching for Erika.
I take a step forward, unsure of exactly what I’m going to say or do, especially if I get to the car and find out I’m mistaken about who is driving it. As I reach the curb, the engine of the black car roars to life and it pulls away too quickly, the tires squealing. Only when the car reaches the intersection at the end of the block do the headlights come on.
Now I’m sure I was right about the driver being Jeremy, or at the very least being someone who was up to no good. If it was all a coincidence and it was just a stranger waiting for someone from one of the buildings, they wouldn’t have had that reaction to me approaching. They would have just assumed I was walking that way. And who goes to those extremes to hide their faces if they’re not up to no good?
I run to my car, determined to follow the black car and see for sure if the driver is Jeremy or not, but by the time I get in and get the car started and blast down to the intersection, there is no sign of the black car.
I punch the steering wheel in frustration as I head towards home. I tell myself its ok now. Even if it was Jeremy, he’s gone now and Erika is safe at home with Nadia. I remind myself again to have a chat with Nadia and warn her about Jeremy so she doesn’t inadvertently put Erika in danger by letting him into the apartment.
I drive the rest of the way home, go inside and shower and go to bed. I really do have an early start in the morning, but still, sleep isn’t coming and I don’t think it will be anytime soon either. My mind is swirling with images of Erika and her gorgeous body, and in between the nice images, darker images swirl, images of Jeremy and the lengths he might go to so that he can keep Erika and me apart.
I have finished my second round of the day and checked new patients in and discharged old ones. And through it all, I have never once stopped thinking about Erika. I am sitting in the break room now, drinking the last few mouthfuls of an almost cold cup of coffee and thinking about her once more. I have to have her. I just have to. I’m going to drive myself insane if I don’t see her again soon.
I can hardly wait for my shift to be over so I can call her. I hope she’s free tonight. I really need to see her. I’m going to ask her to come over to my place. At least there, there’s no one to interrupt us. I hope she says yes. She might not though. She might have other plans, or she might feel uncomfortable coming to my place.
I feel like a nervous teenager about to ask his crush to go to the prom the way my mind keeps trying to shake my confidence, telling me that Erika isn’t going to want to come over tonight. Or maybe ever. Maybe she was glad of the interruption. I tell myself that’s nonsense. She was as into it last night as I was and she was as disappointed as me when Nadia brought a swift end to our night.
“Hi Aidan,” a voice says, pulling me out of my thoughts, but not managing to completely remove the images of Erika from my mind. “I wondered where you had got to.”
“Hey Stacy,” I say. I nod down to my cup. “Just trying to grab my first drink of the last eight hours.”
“Ugh, tell me about it,” she replies, pouring herself a cup of coffee from the coffee pot and coming to sit down next to me. “It’s bedlam out there today isn’t it?”
“Isn’t every day?” I laugh.
She nods her head and smiles.
“It sure is. Five o’clock can’t come soon enough, but I don’t want to seem too eager in case I jinx myself and end up with a rush and have to stay back,” she says.
I know that feeling. It always seems that on the days you really need to get away, something comes up that keeps you back. And it’s not the sort of job you can just walk away from when your shift has ended. If something goes wrong, there’s an unwritten rule that says all hands stay on deck until things stabilize.
“Same here,” I agree.
“You finish at five too?” she says.
I nod my head and she smiles.
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bsp; “Ok, how about this? If we both get away on time, we’ll go and grab a drink in the bar across the road to celebrate a successful escape,” she says.
“Ah, I can’t sorry,” I say. “I have plans tonight.”
“No worries. Maybe another time?” she says.
I nod although I have no intentions of actually doing it. I want to spend the little bit of time I get to myself with Erika, not the people I work with all day.
“What are your big plans then?” she asks. When I don’t respond quickly enough, she gives me a conspiratorial smile. “You have a date?”
I shrug and she takes it as a yes.
“With someone from the hospital?”
I shake my head. Erika is nothing to do with the hospital now and I’m not about to tell Stacy my date – assuming Erika agrees to it – is with an ex-patient.
“Make the most of it then,” Stacy laughs. “You know as well as I do that if you’re not dating someone who gets the long hours and the cancelled plans, it won’t last.”
“Thanks for the vote of confidence,” I say with a smile.
I smile, but I have to wonder if she’s right. No, of course she isn’t right. It’s hard to date a doctor because of the reasons she mentioned, but plenty of the other staff here are married or in serious relationships with people who don’t work in a hospital themselves.
“It’s nothing personal,” Stacy grins. “I just think you’d have a better chance of it working out if you dated, say, a nurse.”
I really don’t want to sit here and listen to all of the reasons Erika and I won’t work out. I swallow down a mouthful more of my coffee, wincing at how cold it is, and I stand up.
“You’re probably right,” I say.
I tip the rest of the coffee out of the cup and then rinse it out in the sink.
