The Match

by Jillian Quinn

  I was hoping Ava would listen and not wear any underwear. But she did one better. She waltzes into the room in high heels, a mini skirt, and a low-cut tank top that hugs her curves and leaves nothing to the imagination. The sight of her in this outfit has me unzipping my pants, already waiting with my cock in my hand, giving myself a few strokes.

  “Lock the door and sit down,” I tell Ava.

  She bites down on her bottom lip, thinking over my request before she does as I ask. I take in the sight of her, vulnerable and willing, as she sucks in a deep breath. Ava stares into my eyes as if she wants me. I know she does.

  She walks past me, sits on the couch, and crosses her legs. I continue to stare at her, allow my eyes to wander until I have taken in every part of her delicious body.

  “Did you do as I asked?” My tone is firm.

  “Yes, sir,” she hisses, with a seductive look in her eyes.

  I lick my lips and drop to the floor in front of her. “Let me see.”

  She glances down at her legs, and then up at me, as if she wants me to give her the next instruction. So, I do.

  “Spread your legs and show me your pussy.”

  Ava separates her thighs for me, opening them wide enough to give me a good look. She’s shaved and already wet for me. Her skin glistens with her juices that cause my dick to get harder, cutting off oxygen. I need some form of relief, so I grip my shaft and stroke my cock.

  I sit back just enough so she can see what she’s doing to me. “I want you to touch yourself for me, and then I’ll reward you for being a good girl.”

  She rubs her clit for me, and it takes every ounce of self-control I have to sit and watch, while I jerk myself off. But I’m weak. I dip my head between her legs and glide my tongue across her folds, too greedy to wait for her to finish. I need to taste every part of her, lap up her juices and feel her come undone beneath me. Neither of us loses momentum, both of us so close to climax.

  Ava threads her fingers through my short hair with one hand and continues playing with her pussy with the other. She moans my name, but instead of Sloan, she screams Doc. I want to feel her come, so I slide two fingers inside her wetness, still stroking my shaft with my other hand. She lets out a soft moan that makes me work harder, faster. Within seconds, she clamps down on my fingers, her pussy holding them in a vise.

  I give her a second to relax before I slide my fingers out of her and suck her juices from them. Still holding onto my cock, I coming to a standing and position myself in front of her. “Open your mouth,” I command, and she leans forward to lick my sensitive skin.

  Wrapping her plump lips around my cock, she peeks up at me. I take her hair between my fingers, holding her head in a vise. She massages my balls with one hand and strokes my shaft with the other, and my entire body trembles from her touch. I come so fucking hard I think Ava has trouble sucking down all of it. But she licks her lips and removes my cock from her mouth. Until I met Ava, I thought pussy was just pussy, no matter where I got it from. But sex is different with this woman.

  I love that Ava has no problems with our little game, even though this is not exactly a game that either of us can win. But it sure as hell feels like one when we’re together. Ava challenges me in ways she doesn’t even realize. She mostly challenges me mentally, because she has done a number on me.

  “This couch sucks. Get up and bend over the desk in the corner.” I point and she follows my finger, complying once again with my request.

  I love that she doesn’t talk back. She allows me to be the boss, always in control of the situation.

  She moves the chair away from the desk and sinks her elbows into the wood, changing her position a few times before she looks over at me with a smile. “Is this how you want me?”

  “Yes, stay just like that.” I grab hold of my pants that are still around my ankles and pull them up just enough, so I don’t trip on them as I make my way over to Ava. I remove a condom from my pocket, position myself behind her, and rip the foil packet open with my teeth, spitting it on the floor.

  I roll on a condom, and then rub my hand over Ava’s bare ass. She moans when I spank her tight ass, leaving my handprint on her skin. Spreading her legs wider with my hands, I bend down to kiss each of her ass cheeks, before slipping my tongue between her folds once more. I love the ways she tastes, so much so that I can never get enough.

  Ava rewards me with another moan as I travel from her slickness up to her ass cheeks, the stubble along my jaw grazing her soft skin.

  “Stop torturing me,” she hisses and reaches around to grab my cock in her hand.

  Guiding me inside her, she presses her cheek to the wooden desk, and glances over her shoulder at me, as I enter her. I grab hold of her shoulder with one hand and her hip with the other to keep her where I want her. And she continues to peek up at me, moaning my name. Just as her grip tightens on my cock, a knock on the door stops me in my tracks.

  I was so consumed by the moment that I hadn’t realized how much time we had spent in this room. We’re in the middle of shift change. How stupid of me not to think this through. Fuck. This woman drives me to do stupid things that could cost us both.

  “Maybe if we stay quiet they will go away,” Ava chokes out between breaths.

  Raising my left arm, I peek at my watch and sigh. “No, I don’t think that will happen.” I pull out of Ava and quickly dispose of the condom.

  The person on the other end of the door is definitely not leaving until we come out. Ava pushes her skirt down over her thighs and combs her fingers through her hair. She looks like a mess with how hard I had tugged her hair. Even her mascara is smudged from the tears that streamed down her face while she sucked my cock.

  Looking around the room, my heart races as I try to come up with a solution. Then, it hits me. I’m still in my lab coat and scrubs. I can put a cap and mask on and exit with it covering most of my head and face. That should hopefully be enough to pretend as though I’m rushing out the door to answer a page. Well, it’s not like a surgeon would prepare this far in advance without taking all the necessary health and safety precautions, but I have no choice but to improvise.

  For all the person on the other end of the door knows, I am a resident who practically lives in this room. I turn to Ava and she bites down on her lip, looking anxious.

  “What’s the plan?” Ava asks me.

  I lift my lab coat from the couch and remove the cap and mask from my pocket. I don’t make a habit of carrying them around with me, but I had stopped by the operating room on my way to my office to check on a patient. Thank God for that emergency stop.

  “I’m going to run out of here, as if I’m late for a surgery, and you will stay behind. Tell whoever is on the other side that you were in here getting changed after your shift and that I came in here to grab my coat that I had left behind.”

  “Okay,” she breathes, helping me tie the light blue cap at the back of my head. “I can do that. But that doesn’t explain why the door is locked.”

  Once I get the mask and cap in place, I hook my arm around her back and pull her into my arms. “It will be okay. Just follow the plan. Call me when you get home and let me know how you made out. Don’t get nervous and tell the truth.”

  “I know,” she says, with a smile. “I can handle this. Now, go before you get caught. Don’t worry about me.”

  “It’s hard not to.” I release her from my grasp and head to the door.

  Based on her appearance, I doubt the person on the other side will buy her story, but it will give me some time to make my escape.

  “Hey, Doc,” she says, as my fingers graze the door knob.

  I look over my shoulder at her. “Make sure you hide your name. It’s sewn into your pocket.”

  Checking the breast of my lab coat, I grunt in frustration. It wouldn’t take much for someone to get a glimpse of my name and report it to someone in human resources. I mutter thank you under my breath and then open the door.

  A balding ma
n is standing in the hallway with his hands on his hips, eyeing me up. Judging by the color of his scrubs, he’s a resident and not important enough for me to care. But what if he recognizes me? Fuck. I cover my name and dart down the hall to my left, as he moves past me to get into the room.

  Nervous for Ava, I wait until I reach the end of the hall, stopping before the elevator bank to see if she made her escape. A minute passes after the door closes over and still nothing. Now, I’m nervous. I have to go back for her, no matter what the risk.

  Chapter Sixteen

  AVA

  After fingering myself in front of Sloan and sucking him off, I was ready for him to finish inside me. But the moron knocking on the door had other plans. Seconds after Sloan walked out of the on-call room, a man stepped inside as if he owned the place. I attempt to move past him, but he blocks my view of the door. He’s like a human shield, his shoulders broad and muscles flexing beneath the fabric stretched across his bulky frame.

  “Can you please get out of my way? I have someplace to be.”

  “What were you doing in here?” He challenges me, stepping forward so that my nose smashes into his chest.

  “I was getting changed, if you must know.”

  “Where is your bag then? If I didn’t know any better, I would say you were in here with that doctor.”

  “Well, you don’t know shit, so back off, buddy.” I step forward and into his chest, doing my best to move him to the side. But I am powerless against someone his size.

  He glances down at my too-short skirt and tight top that has my cleavage popping out, my breasts shoved out like an offering. I look as cheap as I feel.

  He licks his lips and tugs at the string of his scrub bottoms. “I guess it’s my turn now, seeing as you are in the room where I’m supposed to sleep.”

  “You can go to sleep now. I was just leaving,” I choke out, terrified of this man.

  He’s not much older than me, give or take a few years, but nowhere near as handsome as Sloan. Not even close. In fact, his attitude makes him even more repulsive.

  “How can I sleep when the room stinks of sex?”

  I shove into his chest in an attempt to move him. “Get out of my way.”

  I try to step around him and he pushes out his hand. Then, I duck under his arm, but he catches me before I can break away. He slides his hand up my arms and holds me in place. I cringe at the thought of what he has planned for me. Tears stream down my face and my body trembles.

  “Just let me go, already. Get your hands off.” I shake him loose, or at least I think until I realize the door is now open and Sloan has this man up against the wall.

  Sloan moves his hand to the man’s throat, the mask thankfully still covering his face, but the name on his lab coat is showing. “Touch my girl again, and I will kill you.”

  The guy gasps for air, reaching for Sloan’s hand.

  “Let’s just go,” I say to Sloan.

  Sloan finally releases the man and leads me out of the room and into the hallway. He slams the door behind us and cups my face in his hands. “Are you okay, Ava? Did he hurt you?”

  Over the past few weeks, I have learned a lot about Sloan Hart. He’s cold, closed off, and only responds when sex is involved. And even when he gets what he wants, he’s moody and arrogant, overconfident and full of himself. Sure, he has a big dick, and he thinks that gives him the right to be an ass, but that side of him turns me on. It shouldn’t, but it does. I love when he orders me around and barks orders at me. And watching him take control with that man who was about to hurt me gives me a sense of pride.

  “You called me your girl,” I say with a smile.

  “Yeah, so? That’s what you are.” He releases my face and drops his hands at his sides, scanning the hall to make sure no one saw us together.

  “I like the sound of it.”

  He sucks in a deep breath and lets it out. “Me too. It still feels weird to think of anyone that way, but there was something about you from the start, Ava. And I can’t stay away from you.”

  “There’s no man I would rather be with than you,” I confess.

  “Good,” he whispers, “because you’re mine, and no one is ever going to put their hands on you ever again unless they want to end up in the morgue.”

  “That’s a bit dramatic, don’t you think?”

  “I’m protective of my property,” he says, as if that is a normal thing to say to a woman. But I like the sound of it.

  “I’m yours,” I say.

  “And only mine,” he adds with a sexy smirk.

  It’s a ghost town around here after the shift change, with people too busy to notice. We get to share a few minutes of peace together without anyone rushing down the hallway, bothering us.

  Before Sloan, I had only ever been with a few men, and the sex was nothing like what I have with him. They weren’t forceful and in your face like Sloan. But that’s what I like about him. My nipples harden with one look from Sloan, let alone when he touches me. My legs are still trembling from our encounter, and my pussy aches with need. I can never get enough of my new mentor.

  Sloan removes a set of keys from his pocket and unhooks one from the ring. He places it in my hand and covers my fingers over it. “This is the key to my apartment. Drive there right now and wait for me. I want you in my bed wearing nothing but a smile. Do you understand?”

  “Yes, sir,” I whisper.

  I don’t miss the flicker of passion in his eyes. We are so sick, yet so right for each other. All we do is have sex, but when the sex is this good, it’s hard not to become addicted to one another.

  Sloan’s apartment is one of the nicest places I have seen in person. It’s cold and closed off, like a museum, yet somewhat inviting. It has its certain charms that make it easier to feel at home. With its open floor plan, vaulted ceilings, and spacious rooms, I take my time studying every feature of every room. I was too busy taking off my clothes the last time I was here.

  I bet Sloan would kill me for going through his place, as if I own the joint, but he’s the one who gave me a key. If he didn’t want me to get comfortable, he wouldn’t have done something as intimate as handing over control of his house. This is what a man does with his long-term girlfriend—not the woman he has sex with between breaks. But we have become more to each other than just a cheap and quick fuck in the on-call room.

  Two hours later, Sloan slams the door behind him, shaking the walls. By the sounds of it, he must be in a bad mood. Should I stay in bed and wait for him, as he had instructed, or do I go out there and greet him?

  Glasses clang together in the kitchen, followed by a bottle being uncorked. I lean back against the headboard and open my thighs wide enough to give Sloan a perfect view. He strolls into the bedroom with two wine glasses in one hand and a bottle in the other.

  “Mmm…” Sloan mutters and then licks his lips.

  He sets the glasses on the bedside table and takes a sip from the bottle, before handing it to me.

  “Doesn’t this defeat the purpose of the glasses?”

  “After seeing how wet you are for me, fuck the wine. I want to taste your pussy.” Sloan clasps my biceps with a wicked grin on his handsome face and pulls me toward him.

  Luring me in with his lecherous gaze, he stares so intently at me that I feel as though I am a patient he wants to study. I have the need to satisfy him, indulge him and his fantasies. Gripping my face in his hands, Sloan kisses me with so much passion my head spins from the intensity. He’s rough and aggressive when his hands thread through my hair.

  Clamping a hand down on my shoulder, Sloan spins me around and flips me onto my stomach. He grips my hips and moves me where he wants. My lips brush against the comforter, and his manly scent fills my nostrils, as he grips my hair and holds me in place.

  “Spread your legs,” he demands and shoves his knee between my thighs. “Wider,” he growls into my ear, leaning over me.

  “Mmm…”

  By the time his hand slide
s up my inner thigh, my entire body is on fire, desperate for more. He takes my ass in his hands before crouching down to kiss my bare skin, torturing me. Burying his face between my legs, he breathes against my pussy, causing my toes to curl. I moan, softly, gripping the sheets between my fingers as his tongue slips between my folds. Unable to move or think straight, I scream his name, allowing myself to get lost in the moment. This is our first time alone, without fear of getting caught, in weeks.

  Sloan shoves two fingers inside me, his tongue bringing me to the point of convulsing. My entire body sets on fire from Sloan hitting every sensitive spot at once. He stops moving just long enough for me to panic.

  What the fuck is he doing? Don’t stop!

  Before I can ask, he says, “Ava, are you listening to me?”

  “Uh-huh,” I mutter, nervous about what will come next.

  “Good. I want you to come all over my fingers and face and do it quickly. Understand?”

  “Yes,” I say with a smile, because that’s an order I know I can follow.

  “That’s a good girl,” he says and gets back to work.

  Once again, he holds my ass tighter, moving my legs further apart so he can lick every bit of my juices. His tongue is like magic that casts a spell on me. My body grows warmer, and my mind goes blank as my heart rate speeds up. At least I know I won’t disappoint him. He wants me to come for him, and I have no problem doing just that.

  My orgasm is mind-shattering, life changing, taking me to the point of ecstasy I have never felt before. My new boss is a sex god, plain and simple. There’s no other way to describe this man and the multiple orgasms he gives me. I moan so loud I scream against the mattress to stifle the sound. Not that it matters now that we’re alone.

  I’m usually trying to hide the fact we are together while in public places. Neither of us needs to lose our job over our relationship when we’re both consenting adults. But we still have to be careful, out of fear out being caught. In his bedroom, I can be free and let loose. I remind myself of that fact and do just that.