by Tahlia Gold
When we get there, I park the car and she slides over then climbs into my lap, straddling me with her butt resting against the steering wheel.
She has the biggest smile on her face. “I missed you,” she says, before putting a wet kiss on me. Her tongue parts my lips and presses against my tongue.
When she breaks away, she says, “I wish we didn’t have to do this.”
“You and me both,” I say.
“I don’t like all the sneaking around.”
“Yeah, I don’t either. I’m getting my own place as soon as the school year is over. Then it won’t be a problem.”
“I know,” she says, “I can’t wait. Do you know where my brother is?”
“I don’t know. He said something about going to buy some weed or something.”
She shakes her head. “He smokes too much.”
“I agree, but what are you going to do? I’ve told him; he doesn’t listen.”
“I’m going to kiss you is what I’m going to do.” She pounces on me.
I lean my seat back and her weight rests against me as we make out. My hands reach around and grab her ass, pulling her into me. My cock is about to bust out of my pants. I want to fuck her so bad. But not here, not like this. Not in a car, in a park, hiding from everyone.
When she stops kissing me, I say, “We should take a road trip someday. Just you and me. Go somewhere nobody knows us. Rent one of those fancy hotel rooms with a big bathtub, gold faucets. All that shit.”
“Mmm. That sounds amazing. But what would we do there?” A mischievous grin lights up her face.
“Oh, I don’t know. Play Pictionary I guess.”
She smacks me across the chest. “Don’t tease me. You know I don’t like it when you tease me.”
“But it’s so much fun,” I say.
She reaches down between us and grabs the bulge in my pants. “Don’t forget I can tease you too.” She starts rubbing it, slowly.
I pull her towards me, bite her neck.
She moans, grinds her hips into me.
“Fuck,” I say. “I want you so bad.”
“Let’s do it, then.” She looks out the window. “Nobody’s here.”
“No,” I say. “Don’t tempt me.”
“Why not?”
“You know why not. Your parents let me stay in their house, the least I can do is repay them by not taking their daughter’s virginity while I’m living there.”
She puts on a pouty face. “You’re so old-fashioned.”
“That’s a new one.”
“Tell me,” she says, “about what we’re going to do after high school.”
“Well,” I say, “you’re going to go to one of those fancy colleges and get straight A’s. Maybe, if I’m real polite, they’ll let me have a job as a janitor there.”
“Shut up,” she says. “You’re smart. Way smarter than you let on.”
I shrug.
“And you don’t have to go to college either to be successful. There’s plenty of trades you can learn that pay a lot of money. And anyway, money isn’t everything. Besides, I’ll be making enough money as a doctor for the both of us. And you’ll have all the time in the world to take care of our kids.”
“Is that so?” I ask. I dig my fingers into her ribs and she starts to spasm uncontrollably as I tickle her.
“Stop!” she says.
I do and she rests against my chest, her breath gently falling on my neck.
“We should get back,” I say. “I don’t want anybody getting suspicious.”
I drop her off near the same place I left her then I drive around for a while like always before I go back home.
When I finally get back to the house, Jess’ parents are there. Her mother is bawling. Jess is bawling, her face all red and full of snot. She runs to me, throws her arms around me. Her wet tears are all over my neck.
What the hell is happening? Did they find out about us? I almost don’t even want to ask, but I do. “What’s wrong?”
I look at her Dad. He looks away, and just stares out the window.
“What happened?” I ask again.
“It’s Matt,” Jess manages to choke out. “He was shot—” The last word trails off into a wail, like a siren.
21
Jess
My phone says 1:11am. Isn’t there something about making a wish? No, that’s at 11:11. Wishes are stupid anyway. Hard work is what gets results. Fuck it, I’ll make a wish anyway. I’ll take all the help I can get. I make a wish to do my best for everyone around me.
And for Dylan.
It’s a Wednesday night and the beginning of the shift was swamped but now it’s cooled off. The only patient I’ve seen in the last hour came in complaining of a nebulous toe pain. It never ceases to amaze me the reasons people decide to come to the ER in the middle of the night.
Now that things have settled down, my mind drifts to the ever-familiar topic: Dylan.
It’s all I can think about lately. My plan to have a purely physical relationship has failed miserably and now I’m in the acceptance phase: I have feelings for him. I don’t know what the implications are, where this is going, but it’s undeniable.
So, my familiar habit of checking my phone to see if there’s a missed text or call from him has me staring at the time once again. This is the longest we’ve gone lately without communicating. Maybe he’s moved on to some other piece of ass.
No, I don’t believe that. Yes, he is a man, and his sexual appetite is like none I’ve ever experienced before, but I can tell he has some feelings for me too. Again, I don’t know what the hell that means for the future, but right now it feels good… damn good.
And so here I am, sitting here, staring at my phone like a teenager waiting for him to call.
I give up and type out a text message.
Me: You up?
And now I sit here staring at my phone again, imagining what he might be doing instead of replying. My mind goes wild considering the possibilities: He’s having a threesome with two strippers. No, thank you. He’s robbing someone. Not his style. He’s—
Dylan: Of course. Why? You miss me?
Thank god.
Me: Don’t flatter yourself. I’m at work. There’s no patients.
Dylan. Oh I see. You just want me when you’re bored.
Me: Well, you are my man toy.
Dylan: What are you wearing?
Me: Lol. I’m at work. I’m wearing hospital scrubs. AKA, the least sexy outfit on the planet.
Dylan: Thong?
Me: Maybe.
I start to get wet at the thought of him thinking about my underwear.
Dylan: Bra?
Me: Of course.
Dylan: Why don’t you take it off?
I look around. There’s a couple nurses walking around.
Me: Umm. No.
Dylan: Why don’t I take it off?
Me: I’m stuck here all night. Sorry.
Dylan: That’s okay. I can come there.
My first reaction is hell no. Do not come up here. But the sensation between my legs is making me reconsider.
Dylan: Hello? Is that a yes?
Me: I’m thinking.
There’s an old exam room we don’t use anymore. It still has a bed in it. Nobody goes in there. There aren’t any patients I need to tend to. If somebody comes in and I’m not around, they’ll page me. My heart is racing thinking about the idea.
Dylan: Is your boss there?
If she were I would never in a million years be considering the idea. But she’s not.
Me: No.
Dylan: Okay. I’m coming then. I’ll text you when I’m outside.
I go out a back entrance to the area behind the hospital. There’s some staff parking spots and people sometimes come back here to smoke. But I don’t see Dylan.
“Hey.” His voice comes from behind me, making me jump. I turn around.
“You scared me,” I say.
He’s leaning against the wall, looking
at me.
“Oh yeah?” he says. He walks towards me. “Is your heart beating fast?”
“Maybe,” I say. My heart is definitely beating fast. And my panties are wet. Ever since he said he was coming my pussy has been ready.
He takes me in his arms, kisses me. Hard. God, I missed this so much. I can feel his stiff cock pressing against me.
“Did you miss me?” he says.
I nod slowly and I can’t keep the grin from dragging my lips apart. I’m staring at his mouth. His perfect, beautiful, kissable mouth. The mouth he uses to say dirty things to me, and do dirty things to me.
I kiss it again, driving my tongue between his lips. I can’t believe I’m doing this. It’s like high school all over again. Sneaking around, hoping nobody catches us. It’s exciting is what it is.
But still. I know it’s a bad idea.
And I don’t care. Not right now.
“Follow me,” I say.
We go inside. As we’re walking through the empty hallway, he cups my ass and I slap his hand away. “Do not,” I say, holding my finger up.
He grins. “Or what?”
“Or you can turn around and take that thing—” I point to his dick making a clear outline against his jeans. “—and you can go home.”
He laughs. “Yes, doctor. Whatever you say doctor.”
“That’s better,” I say, playing along with him.
We come to the room without seeing anyone from the Emergency Department. Thank god. If someone saw me going into a room with him, they would definitely get suspicious.
I barely get the door closed behind us before he’s on me. His hand curves around my breast and his tongue is in my mouth again, his body pushed up against mine. He holds me against the door while he kisses me and squeezes my nipple through my scrubs.
I moan. I want him so bad. I need him.
He stops kissing me. He’s smiling, looking at me. The room is dark but I can make out his smile because of his white teeth.
“What?” I ask.
“Nothing,” he says, but his smile gets even bigger.
“Tell me,” I say.
“It’s nothing. It just seems like you’re loosening up some. A couple weeks ago I never would have been able to get you to sneak me into the hospital. But here we are.”
“You must have a real way with women.”
He shrugs. “Maybe you couldn’t stand to go another night without getting some.”
I ignore him. He’s right though. I’ve had to resort to masturbating the last few nights, sometimes more than once, imagining he’s doing all kinds of things to me.
His cock is hard against me. I want to taste it. My hands fumble with the button on his jeans. I’m not used to opening pants from the other side. I finally get it open and I unzip him. His pants fall to the floor and he’s not wearing any underwear. I grab the warm flesh of his cock, loving the way it feels against my palm.
He laughs. “You really did miss me didn’t you?”
I say, “Sit on the bed.”
“Yes, doctor.”
I press the button that lowers the bed and get down on my knees between his legs.
“Is this what you want?” I ask, looking up at him. Then I lick the top of his crown, the taste of pre-cum filling my mouth.
He cradles the back up my head, pulling me forward to his dick.
I say, “I think you’re the one that missed me.” Then I take his cock between my lips. His taste fills my mouth. It’s so familiar, and so fucking hot.
He gently guides my head forward, then back, over and over.
My left hand is on his thigh and I feel the taut muscles tense beneath it. My right hand works his slick shaft. I struggle to get his entire cock in my mouth. I feel the tip touching the back of my throat but I ignore the gag reflex. I want him—all of him.
“Oh fuck,” he says. “You’re so fucking good at that.”
I go faster. Spit is streaming down my chin. I want to taste his come. I want to make him orgasm. I want to bring him to ecstasy. I’m afraid someone is going to walk in on us. My heart is pounding. This is the craziest thing I’ve done in a long, long time.
And I love it.
My pussy is throbbing. I can feel the wetness coming out of me.
Then he pulls me off of him. “Wait,” he says.
I try to put his cock back in my mouth but he holds me back.
“You’re going to make me come if you keep that up,” he says.
“I want you to come. I want to taste you.”
“Ok,” he says. “But I’m going to fuck you first.”
“Then you’ll come in my mouth?” I never talk like this, but it feels right when I do it with him.
He grins. “Of course, baby. Anything for you.”
My heart stops. He hasn’t called me baby since our puppy-dog love-affair.
He stands up, then pulls the string on my scrub pants. They fall to the ground. He slips my panties down and I step out of them.
Neither of us has pants on, and we’re in the middle of one of the busiest hospitals in Oakland. What the hell am I doing? All I know is that right now I want his cock inside me. I grab his dick and rub the head against my entrance. It starts to slip inside, then he pulls away.
“I have a condom,” he says.
He’s right. What the fuck was I thinking? I’m on birth control, but wow. We’re not even together. He’s just a fuck buddy. He probably fucks all kinds of other girls. I don’t care about that though.
He quickly puts the condom on, then wraps his arms around me and picks me up with almost no effort as I wrap my legs around him.
His cock finds my soaking wet pussy and he slides me down onto it. My body takes him in. It’s exactly what I need right now. I can feel the tension leave my body and everything is exactly as it should be.
He starts fucking me by moving my entire body up and down. He’s so strong. This is by far the hottest way I’ve ever made love.
I feel so protected with his arms around me, holding me up. His cock slides in and out of my pussy. I can feel the orgasm building. It won’t take long. I needed this so bad. Moans are threatening to escape from my mouth and I have to cover it to keep them in.
His breathing is heavy from all the work he’s doing. I cling to his neck, kissing it lightly, letting my tongue brush against the sweat that’s starting to come out of him.
I whisper into his ear, “You feel so good inside me.”
He starts fucking me harder. It’s like he’s got a mission and the mission is to make me come.
And then out of nowhere, that’s what I do. An orgasm tears through me. I let out a yelp before I manage to cover my mouth. I’m coming hard, my body tenses as I cling to him.
When it’s over, he lifts me up off his dick, then puts me back on the floor. My breathing is shallow. My face is glowing from the orgasm. My legs can barely hold my weight.
But I haven’t forgotten about him. I still want to taste him, make him come in my mouth. I get down on my knees in front of him and roll the condom off his dick.
I fondle his hulking balls in my hand, then I run my tongue against them, taking one in my mouth, then the other. Quickly, I run my tongue up the base of his shaft until I get to the head. I take the length of him into my mouth. I feel so dirty. And I love it.
He grabs the hair at the back of my skull and he starts to pump his hips. I just keep my mouth open and let him have his way with it. He’s going faster now, his balls swing every which way and the full weight of them hit my chin. I’m hanging onto his legs to anchor myself to his moving body.
And then he lets out a loud groan, loud enough I know anyone outside could have heard it. My mouth is flooded with his hot semen. It’s spurting out of him, splashing the back of my throat until I feel like there’s no more room. Some of it starts to dribble down my chin, mixed with spit.
Then the door behind me swings open. The room is flooded with light. I struggle to swallow the huge load of semen in my mout
h as I get off my knees and turn around.
I can’t believe what I’m fucking seeing.
It’s Webber. Her mouth is wide open, a look of absolute horror on her face. I wipe the semen from my chin with the back of my hand and I pick my pants up off the floor. I frantically try to pull them on.
Dylan is just standing there, his shimmering cock hanging out in the wind. He’s not even trying to put his pants on. Why is he not trying to put his pants on? Does he not understand that my life is in the process of being flushed down the fucking toilet right now?
Webber finally speaks. “I don’t even know what to say. This is absolutely unacceptable.”
I have to force myself to look at her. The shame is burning my face. “What are you doing here?”
I instantly regret saying it.
“What am I doing here?” She’s not even trying to disguise the anger in her voice. It’s dripping out of her. She’s yelling now. Her voice cracks with emotion. “This is my fucking ER. You don’t ask me what I’m doing here.”
I’ve never heard her cuss before. “I just meant…” I stop myself. There’s nothing I can say that will fix this. I’m absolutely fucked.
Dylan casually starts to put his pants on. He doesn’t seem phased by the situation at all. Does he not care that I’m completely fucked? Now that he got his dick sucked he doesn’t care what happens to me?
Webber is talking again. “You,” she points at me, “wash your fucking hands and your fucking mouth while you’re at it and get ready. We’ve got incoming trauma. Apartment fire. Lots of burn victims. That’s why I’m fucking here. I’m here to save people’s lives. I wish I could say the same for you.”
Her words cut me. I want to crawl out of there and find a deep hole somewhere and never show my face to the world again.
She points at Dylan. “And you, get the hell out of my hospital. If I ever see your face here again, I will have you arrested for trespassing.”
And with that she turns around and walks out.
