Dr. Finch (Healing Hands Book 4): A Steamy Workplace Romance

by Vanessa James

  We sat in the arcade for a while. I kept one eye on the movie playing on the screen while Gilbert and I talked about work and other stuff. I found it remarkable that we hadn’t spoken about what had happened between us. Sometimes I would look at Gilbert and wonder how he had known exactly how to please my body. It was as though we had been having sex for so long that he knew all the points to focus on. From the little things, like breathing against my neck and tickling my earlobes with his tongue, to the bigger things, like the angle at which he thrust his penis into my moist vagina − it was all perfect. His touch seemed to kill me and bring me to life at the same time.

  I don’t think it had anything to do with being a doctor and being well-versed in the anatomy of women. The truth was that every woman’s body reacted differently to a man’s touches. It usually took some hit and miss for a man to learn the really sensitive spots of his lady, but with Gilbert, it wasn’t like that at all. I couldn’t remember the last time I had been left so satisfied after a sexual encounter. When I started having sex in my early twenties, most of my sexual partners were only concerned about their own pleasure. All they did was to hump and pump until they ejaculated and that was all about it. Only once had I met a man who made my toes curl, and my insides turn to jelly with his lovemaking. That was Adam, but the relationship had been short once I discovered that he was a chronic cheater.

  The movie credits began to roll. I had missed most of the movie due to my musings. Gilbert had just finished his drink.

  “It’s getting dark,” I said after glancing outside. Dusk was already upon us.

  “Yeah, we should get going,” he replied, running a hand over his forehead. “Any plans for the rest of the evening?”

  “Nothing really,” I said with a light shrug.

  “Would you like to come over to my place then? We could think of something to do together,” Gilbert suggested.

  A smile tugged at a corner of my lips. We wouldn’t need to think of anything to do once we were in his house. I knew exactly what we were going to do.

  Gilbert chuckled as he saw the expression on my face. It was like he had read my mind. “It doesn’t have to be that.”

  “OK,” I replied. “Let’s go.”

  My assumption that we would jump on each other as soon as Gilbert locked the door was right. It was even more dramatic than I had imagined it would be. Gilbert took a moment to pull down his pants, revealing his penis pushing hard against his undershorts, and then we resumed our passionate kissing. It felt like we were desperate to get enough of each other, making up for the months of longing for each other’s body without ever broaching that topic.

  Gilbert’s hand circled around my boob and began to squeeze gently. My nipples immediately responded to his touch. I kissed and nibbled his neck, hoping to drive him crazy. One of his hands moved down my back and began to squeeze my ass. It was amazing how he was able to pay equal attention to my ass and tits while our lips remained locked together in a fierce kiss.

  I could feel that I was already wet between my legs. I ran my hand down his back, until it landed on his butt, and pulled him closer, wanting to feel him as near to my skin as possible. Gilbert drew back a little to remove his shirt and I took the opportunity to remove my dress. Gilbert reached for the hook of my bra and undid it, allowing my boobs to bounce free.

  “Twin beauties,” Gilbert whispered as he moved his mouth to my nipple.

  It was all I could do not to scream out loud as he swirled his tongue around my erect tip. I snaked my hand into his shorts and began to gently stroke and tug his penis. A small jerking movement told me that I was touching him the right way. I decided that I was going to take charge and dictate the pace this time. It was my turn to make him shudder and moan.

  I drew my nipple out of his mouth and pushed him gently down on the couch. I was going to ride him hard, but first there was something else I wanted to do. My fingers curled around the band of his shorts and pulled them down. His penis jerked upright as soon as the shorts were out of the way and I knelt down in front of him.

  I could see Gilbert’s eyes widening with desire. He knew I was going to give him a blowjob and it looked like he was anticipating the touch of my mouth on his member. I wrapped a hand around his shaft and stroked it down to the base, then I leaned forward and took the head into my mouth. It was only the tip that was between my lips, but I could hear him breathing faster.

  I started to tease his tip with my tongue while I gently stroked his shaft. The low grunts that I heard from him urged me to continue. I let my hand drop to his balls and gave them a light rub.

  “You are blowing my mind right now,” he groaned.

  I focused all my attention on sucking him, taking all of him into my mouth. My head bobbed as his member moved in and out of my mouth. I started slowly but then increased the speed, still holding the base with my hand and squeezing.

  “Don’t hold it so hard,” Gilbert grunted. “Light touches.”

  I lessened my grip and continued to move his penis back and forth between my lips. He began to thrust into my mouth, forcing more of his dick deeper inside. I could hear him breathing hard and I knew that I was getting things right. I wasn’t exactly experienced with giving head, all I knew was limited to a few erotica clips here and there, as well as one failed experiment with one of my exes, but with Gilbert, I felt a little bit obliged to do it after the way he had selflessly gone down on me last time. I wanted to make him feel good too, and from all indications, I was hitting the right buttons.

  Gilbert’s thrusts were coming hard now, but then his tip hit the back of my throat and made me gag. He noticed my discomfort and quickly slowed down the movements of his sizeable dick. The more I felt his hardness in my mouth, the more turned on I became. As his firm penis passed between my lips, I thought of the pleasure created when his penis hit my G-spot. I realized that my panties were now soaking wet and didn’t want to wait anymore to get down to the real thing.

  A concerned look crossed his face when I pulled his dick out of my mouth. I had felt that tightening along his shaft and knew that the increased throbbing meant that he was edging towards climax. I thought it was time to move on to the real business. I also didn’t want him to shoot his semen in my mouth. That had been the repulsive part of my experience the first time.

  “Is something wrong?” Gilbert asked.

  I placed a finger on my lips and made a shushing sound and stood up to slip my panties off. Now we were both nude. I could see a tiny pool of sweat had appeared on his smooth chest. I arranged his legs the way I wanted, and I proceeded to straddle him. For a moment, his penis rested against the entrance of my dripping core. His member felt warm as it strained against my labia. I wanted to feel that warmth deep inside me, I wanted that wild feeling of having the tip of his dick stimulate the depths that my fingers could never reach.

  I wrapped a hand around his dick and slowly guided it into the right spot. I stared down at him as I lowered myself onto his cock, taking him in completely, his eyes fixed on my tits. His lips came apart as I began to move on his turgid member. I could not describe this feeling, it was heavenly.

  It appeared Gilbert wasn’t a man who liked to be passive when it came to sex. I could feel him thrusting upward, trying to take over the initiative from me, but I made sure I doubled down and rode him faster than the pace he was willing to go.

  We were both panting now as I continued to ride him hard. The clapping sounds as my ass connected with his thighs grew louder and somehow I was even wetter. I kept my hands on his chest, holding on as I enjoyed the blissful impact of his cock sliding in and out of me.

  “Come on baby,” he groaned.

  I was not sure what he was talking about exactly, but I knew that I would keep riding him hard because it felt so good. I couldn’t stop now that I had the warmth I had desired plunging into the core of my sweetness. I kept going until I entered that frenzied state where you utter words not because you wanted to speak, but just because
it was what you found yourself doing. Waves of sexual bliss hit me all over and I could feel my legs going limp under me.

  Still, I kept going. I was yet to hit the highest peak of pleasure. That height of bliss where one loses control completely and all you can do is shudder violently as thrills run down your spine. Then Gilbert grabbed my waist, stopping my movement and holding me still. Now, he began to thrust. He had won back the control of this sexual encounter and had me where he wanted me, but I wasn’t complaining. Loud moans and strings of expletives streamed out of my mouth. I had no idea why I was saying what I was saying anymore. With each thrust, I could feel myself soaring higher towards that …

  I gasped as I hit the big O and lost the little control I still had over my movements and I rolled off Gilbert so I was lying on the couch beside him. I was shuddering uncontrollably at that point. I could feel something building up like I was about to squirt, but my attention drifted back to Gilbert, who was spreading my legs and preparing to slide his still-erect cock back between my thighs.

  “I haven’t cum yet,” Gilbert said with a wink.

  I felt like I might die from sheer pleasure tonight.

  Chapter 9: Dr. Finch

  I was driving away from the small stadium at the heart of the town where I had gone to pick Francine. She had gone there with Karen after she commented that since Francine and I got close again, they rarely ever went anywhere together anymore. Francine had gone to the stadium in her car, but the vehicle had broken down when it was time to go back. She would have flagged a taxi, but I had called around that time and offered to pick her up because I was out too and not far away from where she was.

  My car moved through the busy streets of the town, heading in the direction of Francine’s house. I was playing a slow soulful song, humming along and moving my head in time to the rhythm. I stole a glance at Francine in the seat next to me. She was staring straight ahead of her and looked lost in thought.

  “What are you thinking?” I asked as I returned my attention back to the road, careful of the pedestrians moving here and there.

  “Nothing,” she said. In my peripheral vision, I saw her shrug.

  “Okay, but you’ve been silent since I picked you up. That is not the Francine I know. Is it about your car?”

  She smiled as I said that. “No, it’s not that. Nothing is wrong with me. It’s just that I got a call from Pete, but I couldn’t hear what he was saying.”

  “Okay?” I said, urging her to speak more. I didn’t think she would become agitated because her brother had called.

  “I called him back but he didn’t answer. I don’t know, I have been trying to reach him since then but the call can’t connect. I wouldn’t say I’m worried about him or anything. I just don’t feel good. Can’t explain why.”

  “I understand,” I muttered as I took a turn off the road. We were getting close to her home.

  I took another look at her and saw that she was struggling to keep the worried expression off her face. I took a hand off the wheel and dropped it on hers.

  “It’s alright,” I said. “If Pete wanted to say something really important, he would text. You shouldn’t get yourself worked up when you don’t even know if something is wrong.”

  “Yeah, you’re right,” she said, and then she added with a smile, “Thank you.”

  A few minutes later, I could see her house ahead. It was time to drop Francine off and decide what to do with the rest of my evening. Or I could just stay with her and keep her company. She wasn’t looking too good and it would cost nothing to stay around and cheer her up. I wanted to be there for her as a friend in times like these. It was not all about peeling each other’s clothes off and jumping on each other’s bodies.

  I drove up to the front of her house and cut the engine. She shot me a surprised look.

  “I’m staying with you until you feel better,” I said.

  She chuckled as I said that. “I’m fine, really, but you are welcome to stay. Thank you.”

  I flashed her a smile. “You are welcome.”

  I wasn’t sure, but it felt like I was smiling more these days, and it was not unrelated to the fact that Francine and I were having a really good time together. I treasured every moment that we spent together, and I was glad that I had gotten my friend back from Nurse Joe, who seemed to have been taking all her attention before now.

  Francine and I both got out of the car and I walked over to hold her hand as we walked up to her small porch. She opened the door, turned on the light and dropped her bag on the chair nearby. I closed the front door behind me and went to sit down. I had been to her place before, but I hadn’t stayed for long.

  “Let me change into something comfy. Just a minute,” Francine said, and she quickly left the room.

  I was left alone to look around the living room. Her house was bigger than mine. She had arrived in Mortown before me and there had been a better range of residence for her to choose from. I wondered what would have happened if either of us had elected to live in the quarters attached to the hospital. It would mean whoever lived there wouldn’t be able to invite the other person over so easily without worrying about the prying ears of the other hospital staff staying there.

  My attention strayed to the TV that was hung on the wall. I looked around for the controller and turned it on. I was flicking through the channels when I became aware of the fragrance that Francine wore. Without looking, I knew she was back in the living room. When I turned to look at her, I saw that she had changed into a pink crop top and black shorts. She came over and sat on my lap and I put my arms around her.

  “How do you feel now?” I asked her. “Still worried?”

  “No, I’m fine. I just had this weird feeling that something was wrong. I can’t put a finger on the exact problem, but it’s all gone now.”

  “I’m glad to hear that.”

  I was determined that tonight I wasn’t going to make any sexually suggestive moves. All I wanted to do was keep her company, and keep her out of the unnatural shell that she had seemed to have gone into earlier. I didn’t want it to seem like all I wanted from her was constant rolling under the sheets. No, I cared about her and I saw her as more than a pretty lady with a body that was banging hot. She was a smart woman and a likable soul. I wasn’t going to allow sex to become the sole definition of our friendship.

  Our sexual encounters were always wild and absolutely mind-blowing. She gave the kind of response I had always craved in a woman. She made sure I knew if I was getting it right with her, not like some women who let you get things wrong and just faked an orgasm to boost your ego. Francine and I were completely compatible in bed, and I really liked that.

  The few moments that I had spent thinking about my past sexual encounters with Francine had made me become stiff down there. Having her seated on my lap had definitely contributed to me getting a boner as well. It wasn’t what I wanted, but I couldn’t do anything about my hard dick, which was now rubbing against her butt.

  Francine wasn’t helping matters with the way she was rocking her ass on my boner, making me get harder. She was grinding against me and I could only sit back and enjoy the moment. There was little I could do to keep the wild thoughts running through my mind under control. I was already thinking about pulling down those black shorts and sliding into her from behind. Then I would thrust deep and hard until I felt my seeds rising, ready to spurt out and into her.

  “You like this?” Francine asked as she continued to rub her ass against my erection. She had adjusted her sitting position so her back was to me and my thighs were slightly apart. She was seated directly on my dick.

  I couldn’t tell her that I didn’t like what she was doing. That would be a surefire way to piss her off. I hadn’t planned for anything like this when I said I would stay with her, but I hadn’t been the one to make the first move. She had started it and there was no way I was going to turn her down. Anything for the beautiful doctor.

  “Yes,” I muttered as I l
eaned forward to hold her boobs. I could feel her nipples pushing against my palms through the fabric of her top. As I had expected, she wasn’t wearing a bra.

  I also suspected that she wasn’t wearing panties as I could feel her wetness on my trousers after her grinding against me. I got the confirmation when she took my hand and placed it under her shorts and on her wet vagina.

  “Rub me,” she whispered.

  I let out a smile as I obliged her. I was sure that this was just the start of our night and much more was to come.

  I had just attended to my last patient of the day, barring the appearance of any emergency case, and was heading back to my office to get my things before heading to the arcade with Francine. We had agreed that an evening together at the arcade would be a good way to spend time together. We had decided it after taking a shower together after another pleasurable session of sex.

  I walked towards my office, cracking my knuckles as my shoes slapped on the tiles. I could feel the accumulated stress of standing for so long every day, but I knew I would soon get the chance to unwind with Francine. I was actually excited about leaving work this evening. Most of the time when I left work, I was still be wondering what I to do for the rest of the evening to keep me from being bored to death.

  I got to my office door and I found it unlocked. When I let myself in I found Dr. Faye waiting for me. Apparently, there was something he wanted to talk to me about. He rose to his feet like the gentlemen that he was and offered me his hand when I got close enough.

  “Hello, Dr. Faye,” I said, as I grabbed his hand in a firm handshake.

  “Hi doc,” he replied. “Can you spare a few minutes to give me some details about a patient? Irene?”