I don’t have to move to feel the electric pulse that is humming between us. As Sloan brings his hand up to my face, the adrenaline courses through my veins, causing my cheeks to flush. I’m on fire, but not from the stale air or the fog created from the overhead lights.
He tightens his grip on my face, holding my chin in his big hand. Sloan might look too young to be a doctor, but when he moves his hands down the length of my body and to my ass, lifting me up in the process, I have no doubt I am in the hands of a very skilled man. I hook my legs around his back, and his erection digs into my thigh. I close my eyes and tilt my head back, releasing a soft moan.
I still can’t believe I agreed to a sex-only relationship with Sloan. For years, I’ve had my nose stuck in a book, too focused on my undergraduate degree in chemistry and then medical school.
Sloan cups my breast over my dress and moves his hand between my legs, gently caressing every surface of my body. My lips part for Sloan, and once they do, he invades my mouth with his tongue. Every nerve ending in my body comes alive, set on fire by each flick of Sloan’s tongue. He kisses me like he’s fucking me, hungry and greedy, taking what he wants from me. I moan into his mouth as he devours me.
Between the heat from the lights and the magic Sloan is working between my legs, I am gasping for air. My skin burns from the fire that Sloan leaves in his wake, each stroke of his calloused fingers sending me over the edge. He pushes his hands down my body, feeling every inch, every curve. And I let him.
Our mouths separate for a second, long enough for Sloan to look into my eyes. He’s hauntingly beautiful, with his chiseled features and rough exterior. No doctor I’ve ever met has been this intoxicating. And I have worked with plenty of them over the years. His tongue lightly grazes my lips, and as he does this, his manly scent burrows in my nostrils. I drink him in, allow myself to sense and feel everything about Sloan.
I reach between us, dragging my fingers down his chest until I find his hard cock. Cupping my hand over him, I wet my lips to communicate to him that I want him in my mouth. I want to explore every part of this man with my tongue. He grows harder for me, his thick cock filling my hand.
“Is that what you want?” He whispers into my ear, his husky voice so velvety smooth it sends chills down my spine.
“Yes,” I hiss.
Sloan slides his hand up my thigh, bunching my dress up to my hips, exposing my soaking wet pussy to him. It was Stacey’s idea for me to wear this dress. Now, I’m completely exposed and on display to a man who I wish would fuck me right here, up against this brick wall.
He glances down and then up at me again and licks his lips. “That pretty pussy of yours is mine tonight.” Staring down, he slides his long finger along my wetness and between my slick folds. “So fucking wet for me.” He pushes his finger inside me, slow and steady. “So tight for me.”
My eyes roll into the back of my head. “Sloan,” I moan, the air in my lungs draining with each breath.
He withdraws his finger and brings it to his mouth to suck my juices from his skin. “How about we go somewhere a little more private?” Sloan tilts his head toward the door that leads to the rooftop.
“Show me the way.”
My nipples are already like daggers poking through my dress before Sloan slides his hand up my stomach to feel the tiny buds. I moan so loud that Sloan covers my mouth with his to silence me. Then, he pulls back from me, our kiss only lasting a few seconds, and lowers me to the floor. I push my dress back over my thighs and move it into place.
The last time I did something this reckless was when I was still in college, right after I’d gotten my acceptance letter to medical school at Columbia. For years, my life has been one test or clinical rotation after another. The Residency Program at Penn General won’t be any walk in the park. Sixteen-hour days without sleep and no social life will become the norm starting on Monday morning. It will be the toughest seven years of my life.
With his arm around my back, Sloan leads me through the crowd, holding on to me as if I were his property. I like how possessive and in charge he is with me. Sloan has an authority about him that drives me crazy, all while slowly tormenting me. When it comes to medicine, I am always in charge. But I willingly give up all control around Sloan. It’s one night. One last night of freedom before my life becomes a living hell.
He tests the door to the stairway, relieved when it opens. We climb the stairs, dodging people on our way. When we reach the top floor, Sloan leans into the door and it gives way without issue. Taking in the city air, I step onto the roof next to Sloan and stretch my arms out at my side, closing my eyes as I take a deep breath. The air on my face feels good, although colder than I had realized. Being up this high makes me feel even more alive.
Off in the distance, I hear the sirens, most likely headed toward my new hospital. Only two more days until I meet the new residents. Will I survive the program? I sure as hell hope so.
Peeking over the edge of the building, I cling to Sloan’s side, and he keeps me at a safe distance. In five-inch stilettos that are killing my feet, all it would take is one missed step and my ass would go tumbling over the side and to my death. But I’m not afraid of heights. I love staring out at the Camden Waterfront and the people on the decks below us, drunk and hanging on each other.
Dancing to the beat several floors below us, I bob my head and graze my fingers along Sloan’s thick bicep. It’s hard to believe I am about to have sex with him on a rooftop, of all places. Sloan leads me into a dark corner, out of sight from the few people who were smoking cigarettes by the door. No one is near us, the only sounds coming from the people screaming to the music. They can’t see us, and even if they could, I doubt I would care.
Once Sloan spins me around, so that my back faces him, he presses my palms to the wall, holding my hands above my head. “Stay like this,” he orders and releases his grip on me.
I don’t say a word, my moan the only response he needs. His breath on my neck causes the hair to stand up and tiny bumps to dot my skin. A trace of dark stubble that runs along his angular jaw meets my skin along with his tongue. Sloan pushes my dress up my thighs and over my hips, digging his cock between my ass cheeks. Even through his pants, I can feel every long, hard inch of him.
Sloan cups my ass in his strong hands and spreads my legs further apart. “You’re such a dirty girl,” he growls in my ear.
My juices slide down my inner thigh, much to Sloan’s delight. He fucks me with his fingers, and when I move my hand to touch my breast, Sloan peels it from my chest with his free hand and places it back on the wall.
“What did I tell you?” His deep voice, although low and sensual, pierces my eardrum. This man doesn’t just like to be in control, he needs it. Craves it just as much as I like him exercising that power.
He holds his hand over mine, our fingers intertwined as he brings me to the point of orgasm. Just as I’m about to come, he withdraws his fingers. Sloan brings them to my mouth and forces me to suck on them.
“See how good you taste?”
I glance over my shoulder at him with a smile that reaches up to my eyes.
He smirks, creasing the dimple in his right cheek. The carnal look in his glassy green eyes tells me everything I need to know. He’s the hunter, and I am his prey. I should run but I want to stay. Sloan turns my head to the side and drags his teeth along my neck before he bites me, tugging at my flesh with his teeth. It’s rough but playful, the good kind of pain that I welcome.
He keeps going, and at first, it hurts, but I like the ripple of pleasure this simple gesture produces. I want more. And Sloan gives it to me. I moan so loud I wonder if anyone can hear me. But neither of us cares enough to find out. First I hear his zipper, followed by the tear of the condom package.
Without preparing me for his size, Sloan spreads me open, ripping my insides apart when he enters me. He fucks me like a savage, clawing at my delicate skin with his teeth, holding me against the wall with his strong hands,
claiming my pussy like he owns it.
Sloan moves his hand to my throat and lightly squeezes, feeling my pulse beneath his fingers. “Be a good girl and come for me.” Even though I can’t see his face, I can feel his lips turning up into a smile against my neck.
I tighten my hold on his cock, and he groans. Knowing how close I am, he has me right where he wants me. Moving his hand from my throat to my chin, he cups my cheek and runs his thumb along my bottom lip. I stick out my tongue to taste the saltiness of his skin. He growls and pulls my lip down to shove his finger inside. The harder I suck, the harder he fucks me.
We both come undone, our orgasms a few seconds apart. He collapses on my back and leans his chin on my shoulder, his cock still pulsing inside me.
“I’m not done with you,” he breathes.
As he slides his finger out of my mouth, I smile so wide my cheeks hurt. But I don’t look up at him. I keep my head pointed down, attempting to catch my breath.
“Your place or mine?” I mutter.
“Mine,” he growls.
Chapter Eight
SLOAN
After I pour Ava a glass of wine and grab a beer for myself, I sit next to her on the couch. She takes a sip and looks over at me, as if she’s nervous, before pounding the rest of her drink. I just fucked her on the roof at The Sixth Floor. Why is she acting so shy now that I have her inside my apartment? She did the same thing on Thursday night at the Fountain Bar.
Ava’s blue eyes are wide and somewhat distant, almost as if she’s deep in thought. A beat passes where I drink from my beer, and Ava bites the inside of her cheek. She’s adorable in a hot-mess-I want-to-bend-over-this-couch kind of way. Her enormous tits are popping out from the top of her tight red dress, drawing my attention to one of her best assets.
“So this is your place,” she mutters after a long pause. “It’s beautiful.” Her eyes roam around the room as she takes in her surroundings. “Fancy. You must be a good surgeon.”
I want to laugh at her comment but stop myself. My apartment occupies a large portion of the twenty-first floor, making it more of a house than the rest of the oversized luxury condos on the lower floors.
“The best,” I say, sliding next to her so that our thighs are touching. “I told you I was good with my hands.”
“Don’t I know it?” She shoves her face into her wine glass and holds the stem with both hands, drinking the last of it in one big sip.
I reach for her glass, and my fingers brush against hers. “Do you want more?”
“Are you trying to get me drunk so that you can get me into your bed?” She laughs.
“I don’t need to get you drunk to get you naked.” I flash one of my boyish smiles at her and slide my hand up her inner thigh. “I already had you. I didn’t even have to buy you a drink to shove my cock in that tight pussy.”
She sucks in a deep breath and lets it out. “No, you didn’t. You know, I never do stuff like this.”
I want to roll my eyes or laugh so fucking bad. “You keep telling me that. If I had a dollar for every time I’ve heard that, I’d be rich.”
She stills at my side and clutches the stem of the glass with both hands. “I hate to break it to you, but you are rich. So you must hear that a lot.”
This time, I laugh. Not at her but with her. “I do okay.”
She scrunches her nose at me in confusion and eyes up the long glass window that overlooks the Delaware River. “Right. Because everyone in Philly can afford to live in this building.”
Choosing to ignore her comment, I peel her fingers from the glass one at a time, holding her gaze. “More wine?”
She bites down on her bottom lip and then licks her lips. “Why not?”
It’s cute how nervous she is around me. Ava has an innocence about her that almost makes me feel as if I am in medical school again.
I take my time in the kitchen, even though she can see me from the living room. Ava needs a second to get used to me. Used to being inside my apartment. Most girls are either overwhelmed by my success or cling to me in hopes that I will be their next sugar daddy. Not gonna happen.
With an open floor plan that overlooks the city, the entire apartment has a perfect view of Penn’s Landing and the bright lights that light up the bridge to New Jersey. Ava’s eyes travel between the wall of windows and me. I smile in her direction, hoping to lighten the mood. She was so forward on the roof, so willing and eager to take my cock. Now, she’s acting different. Maybe I should have fucked her one last time and parted ways.
Walking toward her, with our drinks in hand, I wait for her to meet my gaze, and smile. She returns the gesture, the corners of her mouth turning up into a lopsided grin.
I hand her the glass. “Drink up.”
She pinches the stem between her fingers. “Do I get a tour or what? This place is so big it should come with a map.”
I sink into the cushion next to her and laugh. “The only tour I want to give you is of my bedroom.”
She sips from the glass this time, instead of pounding it. “That’s the tour I was looking for anyway.”
“Good, because it’s the one I am giving.”
I scoot closer to her on the couch and clasp her wrist to feel her pulse race. Every day, I repeat the same task at work. Feeling someone’s life force through my fingertips, the blood flowing through their veins, reminds me that I am still alive. I survived so I that I could save lives.
Still holding onto her wrist, I count the beats as her heart rate quickens. “You don’t have to be so nervous around me, Ava. I’m not going to bite. Not unless you want me to.”
“I liked that.” She turns her head to the side, away from me, exposing her neck to me. Ava runs her fingers along her soft skin. “I’d like you to bite me right here. Again. While you fuck me.”
“Is that so?” I lean down to plant a kiss on her neck, taking in her delicious scent. She smells of apricot and something else I cannot place and good enough to eat. Grazing my teeth along her soft skin, I tease her until a soft moan escapes her lips. “Right now?” I nibble at her neck and hold her chin in my hand, feeling her body tremble.
“Especially now,” she says under her breath. Ava moves her hand from her thigh to mine and her fingers creep slowly up to my growing erection. “One more time, and then we’ll go our separate ways. I start a new job on Monday. I don’t have time for relationships or anything else. So fuck me. Give me the best orgasm of my life, something I will remember.”
I sit back, stare into her bright blue eyes, and watch her chest rise and fall with each breath she takes.
One-night stands are easier in my line of work. I’m never home, have zero time for anything outside of the hospital, and prefer to keep human interactions to a bare minimum. Much like sex, saving lives requires a special set of skills. After years of practice in both areas, I have learned a thing or two about both. And I’m about to show Ava once more how well I can use my hands. This time, I get to take my time with her.
Ava licks her lips. Then, she climbs onto my lap with hunger in her eyes and hooks her legs around my back, taking my bottom lip in her mouth, before she slips her tongue inside. Where I’m normally calm and in control, Ava is wild and aggressive. But I am always in charge. I palm the back of her head and thread my fingers through her hair, tugging as I deepen the kiss.
She moans and rocks her hips against my cock that is begging to be free from these pants. With my other hand, I flip open the button, pull down the zipper, and stroke myself. Her lips break away from mine and her gaze lowers. I lean back against the sofa, and Ava watches me for a second, before she takes over, replacing my big hand with both of hers.
I clutch her waist and groan, tilting my head back against the cushion. “I want to come in your mouth.”
She slides off me, right between my legs, and gets on her knees. Resuming the hold she had on my cock, Ava leans forward to lick the tip. As her tongue glides along my skin, I groan from the pure pleasure. Ava’s eyes widen
when she sits back on her heels, about to shove my cock into her mouth, and takes in my size. She already felt every inch of me when she was milking my cock with her pussy. I’ve had the same reaction from plenty of women. But Ava looks like she’s up for the challenge. Staring up at me, she sucks in a deep breath, and then wraps her lips around me until the tip of my cock makes contact with the back of her throat.
I twist her hair through my fingers, holding Ava where I want her when she finds the perfect rhythm. My actions tell her not to stop, and she obeys me. Like a good girl. Her mouth is so warm, and the purring sound she makes only adds to the sensation. It doesn’t take long before the pressure builds, and I find my release.
Ava barely has enough time to swallow before my hands are on her again. I pull her up by her arms and push her onto the couch. Her back lands flat against a pillow that she strips from beneath her. Still high from Ava’s lips wrapped around my cock and the look of greed in her eyes as she swallowed my cum, I get undressed in a hurry.
After throwing my clothes on the floor, making a pile behind me, I climb on top of Ava, separating her thighs with my hand. The tight spandex dress she has on allows me easy access.
“Bad girl,” I say, locking onto her, as she rubs her pussy against my hand. “You left the house without wearing any panties. If you were mine, you’d dress like this all the time.”
She sucks in a ragged breath. “Panties didn’t go with the outfit. You should be happy.”
“I’m happy all right. I was happy on the roof, and I sure as fuck am now. Less to take off.” I push her dress up further, exposing her slick folds to the cold air. “So wet for me.” I drag my finger along her slickness to tease her, and she moans.
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