by Bloom, Nikki
When I opened the bedroom door, there she was, laying on my mattress, phone in hand. My eyes immediately gravitated toward the curve of her backside. It was absolutely perfect. I could imagine myself grabbing it – holding it.
A stirring occurred between my legs, but I ignored it as I approached her.
She turned and offered a bright smile that melted right through me. She legitimately looked like some kind of angel. The Earth did not deserve such beauty.
“I brought you some dessert,” I said, opening the box. “I would offer you a glass of champagne, but my cat decided it would be a good idea to push it off the counter.”
“That’s alright.” She sat up and crossed her legs. Doing so, her skirt rode up her thighs, exposing most of her legs.
I bit the inside of my lip as dirty thoughts filtered through my mind.
But no, that would have to wait because tonight, my priority was making her feel good.
“I shouldn’t be having these but I really can’t resist,” she said as she picked out a chocolate and dropped it into her mouth. Somehow, she managed to make the act incredibly sexy.
Unable to control myself, I pushed her onto the bed and kissed those pretty pink lips of hers.
Her tongue greeted mine with a certain eagerness that turned me on even further. It didn’t take long for her fingers to tangle into my hair. She pulled at it as her legs wrapped around my waist. By the way her ankles locked behind my back, I had the feeling she was in the mood.
Good.
That’s exactly what I wanted.
Before she could get too riled up, I peeled her off my body and eased her onto her stomach. “I promised you that massage, remember?”
“Oh, forget the massage,” she returned. “We can do that later.”
“No,” I insisted. “I’m giving you a massage. You deserve it.” With that, I began to take off her shirt. As soon as her milky white skin was revealed, I smiled to myself. I ran my fingertips along her shoulder blades and enjoyed the silkiness. “You’re so beautiful, do you know that?”
She didn’t respond. It was honestly so cute how embarrassed she could get.
Gently, I nibbled on her earlobe as I undid her bra. I didn’t take it off. All I needed was to expose her back. Once that was accomplished, I gathered some lotion in the palms of my hands. “Now, this might be a little cold, but I’ll be sure to warm it up for you.”
She shivered as I applied the lotion but soon, she relaxed against my pillow. As I worked my fingers into her tired muscles, an expression of pure bliss painted her face.
“Does that feel good?” I asked as I eased my fingers down the length of her spine. “I’m not pressing too hard, am I?”
“Not at all.” She opened her eyes to look back at me. “You’re pretty good at this. I bet you’ve had a lot of practice.”
“Actually, not really. Except for those two weeks or so where I tried to become a chiropractor. As you can tell, that didn’t exactly pan out for me.”
“Too bad. I could have really benefited from a chiropractor boyfriend.”
The word boyfriend took me by surprise. I stopped and rested my body against hers, practically straddling her back. “Wait, did you just say what I think you said?”
Her face was so red that it looked like she had been stuck in a sauna for a couple of hours.
“Autumn.”
“Yes,” she finally said. “I called you my boyfriend. Is that such a bad thing?”
“Not at all.” I smiled. “I was actually waiting for you to say that.” I gently rolled her over and brought her lips to mine. It felt so good to kiss her. Our lips were like a couple of puzzle pieces that had finally found their match.
As our kiss intensified, I held her a little closer, my hands wandering along her hips. It didn’t take long for me to find the clasp to her skirt. I undid it with a bit of difficulty before throwing it aside.
Since she was wearing nothing but a pair of panties, I leaned back and admired the view. For dramatic effect, I whistled.
“Oh, stop that.” She slapped my chest and crossed her arms over her breasts.
“Oh no, you can’t do that,” I said as I took her wrists between my fingers and lifted them above her head. Once her breasts were exposed, I leaned down and took them into my mouth. I covered them with kisses and gave her nipples some extra attention. As my tongue swirled around her areola, she moaned, head thrown back with pleasure.
I released her wrists and slid my hand underneath her panties. They were already soaking wet so when I reached her pussy, I found it drenched. I thought about making a comment but instead, I nibbled on her earlobe.
This distracted her just enough where I could slip two of my fingers inside her eager hole.
She bucked her hips into the air and squirmed for me.
With my other hand, I held her down. “You’re mine,” I growled, fingers pumping in and out of her. If I slowed my pace then my thumb would come into play, rubbing circles into her clit.
“Leo…” she whispered, clutching at the sheets. “What are you doing to me?”
“What any good boyfriend should. I’m making you feel good.” Suddenly, I hooked my thumb into the waistband of her panties and tugged at them.
Snap.
They went flying across the room and landed on my lampshade.
Autumn giggled. It was the sweetest sound I had ever heard. Wanting it to continue, I attacked her neck with kisses.
She giggled even louder this time and kicked her feet as I found a particularly ticklish spot of hers.
“Stop!” she squealed.
“Never,” I returned, tickling her sides as well.
Unable to stand it any longer, she managed to roll on top of me and pin my hands to the bed. “I said…stop it.”
I grinned. “I’m sorry, I was bad, wasn’t I? Maybe you should punish me…”
A look of mischief washed over her face. “Punish you?” she repeated. “You know, now that I think about it, that’s not such a bad idea.”
With a clear eagerness, she started to rip off my clothing. First came my shirt then my pants. When I was wearing nothing but boxers, she settled between my legs. I could tell I was in for a world of tease.
Her fingertips glided across my skin, getting closer and closer to my package.
My cock throbbed with anticipation, but she never gave me what I wanted. Instead, she tugged on my boxers, pulling them down inch by inch.
Finally, with one final tug, they came off and my cock sprang to life. I was so hard that I could see the veins bulging underneath my skin.
“Looks like someone’s excited,” she said with a deep, husky voice which was enough to drive me wild. Without an ounce of hesitation, she leaned down and wrapped her lovely little lips around my shaft and oh god, it felt amazing.
She had her hand locked around the base, and I have to admit, I liked the added pressure as she focused on pleasing the tip. Her tongue swirled around and around.
And then she stopped.
I looked at her, begging her to continue.
To my surprise, she saddled up to my lap, placed her hands on my chest for support, and guided my cock right into her entrance. She was so wet that I slid right in.
We both moaned, our eyes locking together.
I grabbed her by the hips and helped her into motion. Soon, she was bouncing up and down for all she was worth.
Pleasure painted her features as she took me on the ride of a lifetime.
I shivered with delight as her pussy tightened around me, trying to milk me for every last drop.
“Fuck!” I screamed, head thrown back.
But Autumn didn’t stop. She kept riding me harder and harder. So hard, in fact, that my balls started to slap against her ass.
She moaned, her thighs shaking. She was close and I could almost taste it.
Suddenly, I pulled her off my length and brought her hips to my face. Once she was close enough. My tongue dove between her folds and lapped up every last drop.
To steady herself, she had one hand on my hair and the other around my member. It took her a few beats, but she finally managed to get her hand into motion, moving up and down at just the right pace.
I could tell that there was a drop of precum oozing from the tip. Realistically, I was seconds away from exploding but I held back the urge, wanting the feeling to last.
Autumn slowed and I could feel the ecstasy washing through her veins. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as her lips parted in a silent scream.
I held her tight and waited for her climax to ebb before I pulled out; I gave myself a few strokes and exploded all over her flat tummy.
When I opened my eyes, she was looking right at me with this contented smile on her face. “Hope you don’t mind,” I said, motioning to the mess I had made.
“Not at all, as long as you clean up after yourself,” she said, rather breathlessly.
“Of course.” I rolled out of bed and into the bathroom where I moistened a hand towel with some warm water. When I returned, I gently cleaned away my mess before kissing the top of her head. “That was amazing.”
“Beyond amazing,” she said as she pulled me into a cuddle fest. “I never imagined it could feel that good.”
I chuckled. “I’m that amazing, huh?”
She shook her head. “Always trying to inflate the ego, aren’t you?”
I dropped the towelette and took her into my arms. “No. All I’m trying to do is make you feel good.” As I said this, I ran my fingers along the length of her back until I felt her shiver. “You like that, don’t you?”
“What can I say? You have some sort of magical touch. It just feels so good.” She settled her head on my shoulder and played with my fingers. “You know, I never thought things would end up this way. I thought you were such a jerk in college… but now, it’s like you’re someone else entirely.”
“That’s when I’ve been telling you.”
“But, why? What made you change?”
I took a deep breath. “Well, it took a bit of reflection, but I finally saw the errors of my ways. The manner in which I treated you – how I’d humiliated you – that’s no way to treat a woman. You deserve better. So, I became the man I thought you needed because I always had the hope that one day, I would be able to make it up to you.”
“You mean, you waited all this time to be with me?” She turned to look me in the face.
“Yes.”
“You haven’t been with anyone else?”
“Nope. Well, let me clarify. I’ve been a few relationships since college but nothing serious – nothing to this degree.”
“I see.”
“Does that bother you?” I asked, a little worried.
“No. I just can’t believe that you’ve been gunning for me all this time…”
I was about to respond when my phone started to ring. I had my vibration setting pretty high, making it skip across my nightstand and threaten to fall off the edge. Somehow, I managed to catch it before it could do so.
“Who is it?” Autumn asked as she leaned into my chest.
“The office…” I said as I answered the call.
“Hello, Dr. Thompson?”
It was Debbie, one of the nurses on staff. She handled the emergency calls and got in contact with me in case anything went amiss.
“Yes, Debbie. It’s me.”
“We have a problem with one of your patients. A Miss Coldwell. She was rushed into the hospital with some difficulty breathing. The ER has her on a respirator but they suspect that it has something to do with her current condition. They would like your professional opinion on the matter.” She spoke with a certain calmness that came with the job, but I could still read the urgency behind her words.
“I’ll be there as soon as I can.” I was already out of bed and throwing on a clean set of clothes.
“Thank you, Doctor Thompson.” With that, she clicked off the call.
“Is everything okay?” Autumn asked, her voice full of alarm. “Did something happen?”
I paused and stood in the middle of the room, my shirt half unbuttoned. Should I tell her and have her worry herself sick or should I keep the information from her and have her potentially hate me for it?
“Leo,” she begged, springing to my feet. “If something happened, I want you to tell me.”
“It’s Sara,” I said with a heavy heart. “She was just admitted to the hospital.”
Autumn gasped, her hands flying to her mouth as her eyes widened with horror.
“We need to go there – now.”
Of course, Autumn did not protest. She immediately dawned her clothes and raced me to the car. I had barely turned it on by the time I revved it out of the garage and onto the street. My hands were tight around the wheel and Autumn kept squeezing my thigh as if holding it with all her might would bring her friend back to good health.
Once we reached the hotel, I threw my keys at the valet and quickened to the front desk. The nurse there was already waiting for me. I barged through the set of double doors only to realize that Autumn was still hot on my tail. “I’m sorry but you need to wait in the waiting room.” The look on her face practically broke my heart.
“I can’t,” she said with a shake of her head. “That’s my best friend we’re talking about. I can’t just abandon her.”
“You aren’t abandoning her. It’s hospital policy. If you break it, the security team is going to kick you out and then what good is that going to do?” I squeezed her shoulders. “Please, Autumn, just listen to me. Sara is going to be fine. I’m going to do everything in my power to try and help her.” I kissed the top of her head. “I promise.”
13
Autumn
I paced around the chairs, my heart tightening to the breaking point. It was torture to wait here.
Unable to handle it any longer, I marched up to the circular desk. The nurse there was on the phone, but she offered a soft smile and motioned for me to wait a moment.
In my nervousness, I picked up a peppermint from a nearby dish and spun the wrapper between my fingers. Soon, the red blurred together with the white.
My mind followed suit. With everything that had happened, I felt like I was trapped inside some sort of whirlwind. It was hard to focus and even harder to remember how to breathe.
Without realizing it, I applied pressure to the bowl and it toppled. All the candies came spilling onto the counter. A few crashed to the ground and scattered at my feet. I cursed under my breath as I started to pick them up.
The nurse didn’t even look at me.
“Here, let me help you.”
I looked up and saw an older woman. She wore a threadbare cardigan and some hole-ridden jogging pants.
Together, we gathered all the candy back into the dish.
“Thank you,” I said.
“Don’t mention it,” she said with a smile. “I couldn’t help but notice that you’ve been pacing around. Is everything alright?” She had her hand on my arm and was guiding me toward the coffee station. With an experienced air, she poured some hot water into a cup and seeped a tea bag until the water turned the appropriate color. “Do you take any milk or sugar in your tea? Personally, I like to drink it the way it is but I know some people aren’t very fond of the bitterness.”
“Um, just some sugar… maybe a splash of milk,” I answered without really thinking about it. “I don’t mean to be rude or anything but why are you making me tea?”
“Because a long time ago, someone did the same for me,” she said in a soft voice. “I’ve been in his waiting room more times than I can remember, and I personally know how hard it is to be here. It’s not so much the waiting as the uncertainty.” She handed over the cup and it felt nice and warm between my palms. “I promise if you drink that you will feel much better.”
“Thank you,” I said as I took a sip. I was a bit too eager because I ended up burning the roof of my mouth against the hot liquid.
“Caref
ul, honey.” She chuckled. “No sense in burning off your tongue.”
“Right,” I mumbled, a bit embarrassed.
“My daughter’s in there. She has leukemia. The doctors send her home all the time so she can try and live a normal childhood but then something goes wrong and here we are all over again.” She sighed, hands folded in front of her waist. “At first, I could come here and blow my way through a tissue box. It was so hard to accept the fact that my baby was cursed with such a disease.”
I didn’t know why she was telling me all this but I didn’t have the heart to tell her to stop. From the looks of it, she needed someone to talk to and I needed a distraction.
So, we sat down in the corner, away from the rest.
“I asked myself why such a sweet little girl deserved such a horrible life. It just didn’t seem fair, you know?” Her eyes glistened with unshed tears. “There were countless nights where all I did was pray but no matter how hard I did it, no one seemed to listen. Then, I came to the realization that the only thing I could do was accept it and face it with a smile on my face, just as my daughter had from the very beginning. She’s a brave one, she is.” She rubbed her hands against her knees. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make this about myself. I had every intention of offering you a shoulder to cry on – so to speak.”
“Thank you…” I paused, realizing that I never caught her name. “I’m sorry but I think we failed to introduce ourselves.”
“Right!” she exclaimed. “I’m Melissa.”
“Autumn. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” I placed my tea on a nearby table. “And I just want to say that it’s incredibly sweet of you to want to help me when you have plenty on your plate already.”
“Oh, there’s no need to thank me,” she said. “It helps me –you know– to help others. It gives me a sense of purpose. Being stuck in this situation… it can make you feel rather helpless. Sometimes, lending a helping hand is all I can do.” Her lips twitched into a sad little smile.
Just then, someone called her name and she sprung out of her seat. She was about to rush their way when she remembered that I was still sitting there, providing her company. Quickly, she excused herself and left me to drink the rest of my tea.
