by Joanna Blake
I could see her silhouetted in the doorway as she turned her beautiful head slightly. Then she shook it.
Just then her timer went off.
Lexi
I was shaking as I walked back to the nurses’ station. It had been only seven minutes. But I felt like a completely different person. A hungry, wanton woman who didn’t care about her responsibilities.
A tramp. Not a nurse.
I checked the vitals of all the patients quickly. Everyone was fine. Then I practically ran for the bathroom.
I could not handle seeing him again.
Trent.
Even his name made my cheeks flush with embarrassment. And lust.
He had done things to me… made me lose every sense of decorum.
I was a nurse dammit! I had a vitally important job to do. I had to be on the ball. Not getting off with the patients!
It’s true a lot of people knitted or read books during the night shift.
But it wasn’t the same. Playing cards was a mistake. Letting him take me into the closet- even if I hadn’t understood at first… it was unforgivable.
I splashed cold water on my face, patting it dry with a stiff paper towel. I was almost afraid to look in the mirror. Afraid of what I’d see there.
Brightly flushed cheeks. Mussed hair. Lips that had obviously been kissed.
And kissed well.
Dear Lord, Trent could kiss. He was practically a professional. The man could give lessons.
I touched my lips, closing my eyes again. My whole body felt awake and alive. I was practically zinging from head to toe.
I wondered what would have happened if I hadn’t stopped.
I didn’t have to wonder.
We would have done it right then and there.
I laughed at myself, finally seeing the humor in the situation.
‘It?’
What was I, twelve years old?
I felt like a kid though. A stupid, inexperienced kid.
Not that I hadn’t had boyfriends. I had. In high school and college. But not a lot. And I’d only done anything beyond kissing with two.
And that had been a while ago.
A long while.
I pressed the backs of my hands to my cheeks. I was hot. If I was a patient, I would say I had a fever.
Trent had done this to me, just with his hands. And his mouth. Dear lord, his mouth.
I pressed my thighs together. His mouth had felt so good. So outrageously dirty and hot when he was kneeling between my legs.
I was glad the lights had been off. He hadn’t seen how hard it was for me to stop him. It had been damn near close to impossible.
I groaned, realizing I would have to face him again.
Soon.
In fact, it was time for my rounds.
I did them briskly; trying not to dwell on how uncomfortable this was going to be. But by the time I got to Trent’s room, he was asleep. Blissfully asleep.
He actually had a smile on his face.
I couldn’t help it. I stood there, watching him sleep.
He looked so sweet and innocent. His skin was swarthy and smooth, other than his stubble. His eyelashes were thick where they brushed his cheeks. His lips were pink and juicy looking.
His smiled widened.
Oh no.
He was awake.
He’d just caught me staring at him. Not staring. I’d been perusing.
No wonder he was smiling.
“Come to finish me off?”
I swallowed. My throat felt dry. He was joking I knew but I felt like I wanted to find a place to hide and never come out again. He rolled onto his side, grinning at me.
“Better yet, let me finish you off.”
I stiffed my spine, looking down my nose at him.
“No Mr. Davis. And that cannot happen again.”
His smile grew wider.
“Why not?”
“Because- all kinds of reasons!“
“Don’t you like me, Lexi? I like you. A lot.”
He had tilted his head to the side, watching me struggle for words. Thank goodness it was dark in here. I was beet red. And miserable.
“A lot, a lot.”
“That has nothing to do with it! I have a job to do. You have to stop distracting me.”
He narrowed his eyes at me. The joking look was gone. He looked pissed.
“I don’t have to do a damn thing.”
I felt the fight go out of me.
“Please Trent. I can’t… I need this job. I have people counting on me.”
He sighed.
“Okay. I will back off. But you are coming to dinner with me.”
I nodded, relief flooding my system.
“Alright. But I’m not promising anything. Like- what just happened.”
He was watching me.
“How many men have you been with Lexi?”
Once again, I wished for a hole to open in the floor and swallow me up.
I closed my eyes. And then I answered him.
Chapter Nine
Trent
I was staring at Lexi, waiting for her to answer me. She was so skittish, it was like trying to seduce a cat!
And I was definitely a dog person.
“Two.”
I forced myself not to react. Two? How was that possible?
She looked at me, her incredible eyes full of doubts.
“And none of them ever did what- you tried to do. In the supply closet.”
No one had ever- she’d never-
My mind was blank for a minute as that astounding, wonderful, very arousing information sank in to me.
I was the first. The first to taste her. The first to make her feel the way only that felt.
Holy hell, I could not wait to properly eat this woman out.
I was going to make a meal of her. I would perform oral gymnastics. I would linger over her for hours.
Days.
Weeks.
It was going to be a God Damn Pussy Eating Festival.
I could still taste her on my lips. Still smell her sweet, clean, musky scent. Still feel her plump breasts and hips in my hands.
I moaned. I thought I’d calmed my cock down, but now it was rising again.
I grabbed a pillow and held it over my lap.
Her eyes got wider. She knew what I was doing. I got nothing past this woman. I shrugged.
“Sorry. Like I said, you do things to me.”
“Oh.”
I loved how she said that word. ‘Oh.’ She said so little but it meant so much.
Plus, it was cute as fuck.
“Lexi… I will do my best. I can’t promise that I won’t try to jump your bones again.”
Her eyes were wide as saucers now.
“You can’t. Promise me Trent.”
“You don’t think you can resist me?”
“No- I mean- don’t make me… please.”
I knew I should take pity on her. But I didn’t want to. I really was a bastard. I’d known it all my life.
Why stop now?
“Maybe.”
Her mouth opened. She looked devastated. Worse, she looked defeated.
“I- I have to go.”
“Lexi - wait.”
She shook her head. She reattached the machines that checked my vitals in silence. Then she walked stiffly from the room.
I closed my eyes.
This was not going according to plan at all.
I had to get to her before she found out who I was. A girl like that? She’d never go for me once she knew.
Ever since puberty, women had been easy for me. Older, younger. I’d had my share of them, even back in foster care. Neighbors, girls at school, girls already out of school…
They had always been plentiful. Easy. Pleasant.
Now the woman who had my balls in a fucking vice was the opposite of that.
Exciting. Stimulating. Impossible.
I had a sudden certainty that she was going to break my heart.
Or I would break hers.
Maybe both.
I reached for the call button.
I didn’t care if she was pissed about coming back in.
I needed a fucking sleeping pill.
Lexi
I spent the next few days with Char. We went to the park. We made cookies. Today, we even went to the beach.
It was so blissfully normal that I almost pinched myself.
Of course, I didn’t really want to wake up. I just wanted to scrub him out of my thoughts once and for all.
Trent was emblazoned in my mind.
His lips. His chest pressed against mine. His eyes when he said my name. He’d looked tortured.
I knew the feeling.
I was in deep trouble. I knew he wouldn’t be at the hospital much longer. I knew it.
I could hold out.
And then when he called about dinner, IF he called about dinner, I would just… avoid him. Not answer the phone. Done. He would go away and I would go back to my safe, boring little life.
I was watching Char dip her toes in the Pacific when my phone beeped.
I glanced down.
I want to taste you again
My mouth went dry. I felt an answering warmth between my legs. It was him. It must be.
Somehow, Trent had gotten my phone number.
I took a deep breath and started to reply. I would tell him that this was a private number and not to message me again. I would be cold and firm and not take no for answer.
And then a picture popped up.
It was him in the hospital bed, looking silly, sipping his juice through a straw and giving me a thumbs up.
My heart cracked open a bit.
Of course, the fact that he wasn’t wearing a shirt didn’t hurt. The man was beautiful. Strong. Muscular.
Perfect.
He knew it too.
Why was he even bothering with a plain Jane like me?
He could have any number of women. He was famous wasn’t he?
I stopped short. Famous for what? I’d never even asked him. That’s how distracted he had me.
I could solve this with a quick little Google search…
I deleted my reply and opened a search browser. I typed in Trent Davis. My eyes got wide as the screen filled with hits.
My world imploded.
He was- oh my God.
There was picture after picture of him performing sex acts. Holding a whip. Smiling. Fucking.
He was a porn star. An extremely famous one by the looks of it. And I’d been completely ignorant the entire time.
Things clicked into place like dominos.
The way the EMT’s had reacted to him. The cops. Even the doctors. Trent’s extreme good looks. The size of his… well, his giant fucking cock.
I sat down abruptly on the sand.
How could I be so stupid?
The words echoed in my mind.
A porn star. He was a fucking porn star.
I cringed, remembering how I’d said he could ‘show me’ what he was famous for. No wonder he had laughed. He probably thought I knew.
He probably thought a boring prude like me was asking for it. Begging for his attention. Desperate and lonely.
I was kicking myself as tears welled up in my eyes.
The first nice guy I’d met in ages and he was a manwhore. Not that he was nice exactly. But he’d paid attention to me. He’d been… focused on me in a way that I’d never experienced before.
And I’d liked it. A lot.
No wonder. He knew exactly what he was doing. He was just passing time until he could get back to doing what he did best.
I stared as the screen filled with images of him with dozens of women. Hundreds.
All far more beautiful than me.
He was probably a sex addict. I might be the only warm body he could get his hands on. Or… I closed my eyes.
What if he was trying to get with all the nurses?
Shame and embarrassment filled me.
A porn star. What a joke. I must be the most naive person on earth.
Char came to sit beside me. I turned my phone off as another text came through. I didn’t even look at it.
“Are you okay, Lexi?”
I nodded, sliding my arm around her. Her eyes were big and sad. She always picked up on emotions, even if she didn’t understand the complexities of them.
“Did I make you cry?”
“No sweetheart. It’s nothing. Do you want to get an ice cream cone?
She nodded, her worry gone. Just like that.
For a split second, I was jealous. What a sick thing to think but it was true. I would have traded places with my poor sister in that moment.
To not have to worry. To not have to feel. Or dwell.
To not have to face Trent tomorrow when I went back to work.
I forced myself to wait until we were home and Char was safe in bed before I let the tears flow.
They didn’t stop until very late. I stared at the ceiling as the sun started to rise.
By the time it had, my eyes were dry.
Chapter Ten
Trent
She knew.
She didn’t even have to say a word. I just knew. Her eyes had changed.
She looked cold.
Indifferent.
Wounded.
That was the worst part. I’d hurt her. All without doing a thing. Just by being myself.
That was enough to make her look so… sad.
She was beautiful of course, but more fragile somehow. She looked like she’d been crying. And she wouldn’t make eye contact with me.
For a moment I felt defeat. She wasn’t going to come around. I couldn’t imagine getting her to change her mind now that she knew my dirty little secret.
Fuck that.
She owed me dinner.
And desert.
I meant to have it. No matter what her prissy little ass thought of me. I smiled at her coldly.
“I’m getting out soon.”
She nodded.
“That’s good.”
“You owe me dinner.”
She sighed, standing perfectly still for a moment. Then she went back to what she was doing. Her voice was low and strained when she spoke.
“No I don’t.”
“Are you welching?”
She looked at me finally. Her eyes were worse than I’d thought. She looked betrayed. Worse than that.
She looked humiliated.
My heart leapt in my chest. I’d never meant to hurt the girl. I just wanted to make her feel good.
I wanted to make us both feel good.
I knew it would be different with this girl. Off the charts. Special.
She was special.
“Lexi…”
“I’m sure you had a good laugh at my expense. But that’s done now. Please, Mr. Davis, allow me to do my job.”
Mr. Davis. Ouch. That hurt.
I grabbed her hand. Even now I could feel the electricity jump between us. She looked at me, her eyes cold and shuttered.
“Lexi… I wasn’t laughing at you. I like you.”
She pulled her hand lose.
“I’m sorry Mr. Davis, I’m not interested.”
“Like hell you aren’t!”
I was up in an instant. I locked the door, pressing her against it. I used my other hand to close the blinds.
Her eyes were wide with surprise.
And something else.
Arousal.
I recognized it, even if she didn’t. She wanted me. And I wasn’t letting her out of this room until she admitted it. Or until I made her cum.
Whichever came first.
My mouth crashed down on hers. She didn’t move. Not to get away. Not to kiss me back.
And then she melted.
I knew in that moment I had her.
She was mine.
“I want you Lexi… You want me too. Admit.”
“Okay. I do. Now, stop.”
&nbs
p; I grinned, kissing her again.
“Fuck no.”
“Please Trent… not here.”
“Hell yes here.”
She moaned as my fingers slid over her uniform. I wasted no time going for her most sensitive spots. I was already learning her body’s secrets.
Knowing her.
Her neck. The sides of her breasts. The high arch of her hip. And lower.
I ground my cock into her as my tongue dove in and out of her mouth. My hips were circling, faster and faster. I knew that if I didn’t stop, I was going to cum.
But not before I made her cum.
“Lay on the bed.”
“Trent…”
I stared at her.
“I- oh…”
She moaned as my fingers found her cleft. I kept talking as I toyed with her, carefully using all my skills to keep her aroused.
To keep her from over thinking this.
“We can do this standing up. Or we can do this laying down. It’s up to you, pet.”
“Sta-standing up.”
I grinned at her.
“Be careful what you wish for.”
Lexi
He was doing it again. Driving me crazy. This time was different though. This time I was letting him.
Not just letting him. I was encouraging him. My thighs were pressing against his hand, desperately trying to keep his fingers in place.
Inside me.
He was doing something delicious to me with his fingers. Diving. Stroking. And somehow pressing upwards towards a very sensitive spot inside me. He knew just how much pressure to apply.
Just how much friction to create.
My hips jerked spasmodically.
He was going to make me climax. Standing in a hospital room. My ugly white shoes squeaking on the floor as my body rocked against the locked door.
He was the most famous porn star in the world. And he wanted me.
Never mind that I wasn’t the sort of person who watched porn. Never mind that I had only ever dated ‘nice guys.’ Never mind that he had slept with more women than people I had shaken hands with.
Way more.
It didn’t matter. This wasn’t that. This was… something else entirely.
He was staring into my eyes as he worked me, making love to me with his fingers.
That’s what it was, too. I couldn’t pretend he just wanted to fuck me. If that’s what he wanted he would be inside me already.
