What the hell is taking Grace so long? It never failed that whenever the ER called to do a portable she would take forever getting back because her flirting would distract her. She can’t help it. In that respect she’s like a guy thinking with her vagina. Plus, she was helping me avoid Dickhead, who I couldn’t seem to get away from.
On nights I worked with him, which unfortunately for me seemed to be every night, I was a nervous wreck. Back when we dated and wanted to find a place to hide and have sex we never worked together. Now I couldn’t escape the scum bucket.
My heart rate picked up and I felt a panic attack setting in. Geez, what the hell has that man done to me?
I could only clean down the rooms so much and pace before I went manic. It was a rather slow night. If it wasn’t a big drinking night the injured patients were cut down considerably.
As I was about to wear another groove into the ancient yellowed floor with my pacing, I heard the sound of angels singing in the hallway. Well, okay not angels, the portable machine, but to someone who’s about to go nuts wanting something to keep her busy it felt like the same thing.
“Did a lemon truck have an accident with a bleach truck while I was gone?” Grace sauntered in wrinkling her nose. The X-ray cassette was dangling from her hand like she had all the time in the world.
“The poor guy could be dead already with how fast you move,” I grumbled snatching the cassette from her. “You really want to visit me downstairs don’t you? Who did you run into this time?” I snapped.
I walked away shaking my head at her, not waiting for her to tell me.
I went into the magic transporter that Mike loved and was taken to my safe haven. Instantly the orange glow in the room settled my heart back down where it belonged, letting me relax for a minute. After I slid the film onto the cold silver tray to get developed I turned to lean against the counter, resting my head in my arms wishing I could be anywhere but here.
I was already irritated because of the way I made John leave and now I had to work with Brad again. This night was horrendous.
I hadn’t been able to get John out of my head since the night I kicked him out. The look in his eyes when I asked him to leave made me want to crumble. I never figured I would care about him not being in my apartment, but now that he had been there I wanted him back.
It had only been about a week but I felt like the hole that had been patched up after I moved here had been knocked down with a bulldozer. I had a constant ache in my chest that just wouldn’t go away. I wasn’t sure I would be able to rebuild the wall this time. Seeing him made me realize how much I missed him.
I could still feel the heat of his lips brushing against mine. The pressure of his tongue sweeping along mine sending tingles down my spine, our breath mixing together making us one. He was always so caring and concerned with what I wanted. He was the best boyfriend I’d ever had.
Those big arms that had always made me feel safe all those years ago brought those memories crashing back. How I wished his arms were around me now to help push everything bad away. I would do anything to have them wrapped around me, hiding me from Brad’s evil accusations.
Sometimes when you wish for something hard enough it can feel like it’s truly happening even though you know it’s impossible. I could feel John’s arms wrap around my waist, pulling me into him. The body heat that I had remembered from the night he came to me after the bar flooded back into my senses, making me get a knot in my stomach, wanting more.
His faint, clean, musky smell lingered in my nose. Soft open mouth kisses were sprinkled along the back of my neck, causing me to stiffen with a need that shot down into my p-ssy with a wetness that I couldn’t stop. It all felt too real and I didn’t want it to stop.
I started to weep quietly. This room gave me the chance to let it out without witnesses, the orange glow keeping me warm along with the thought of John.
I only felt this torn apart one other time in my life, when my sisters stopped talking to me. My heart was broken with a void that would never get filled.
The massive feeling of loss overtook me and hot tears streamed down my face in full force. How could I have been so stupid to let him go when all he ever wanted for me was to be happy?
Even the last night I ran away from him that was all he had tried to do. My body started to shake. All I could do was apologize for having hurt him. The words coming out as a whisper in the air meant for me.
I was no longer leaning on the counter, now I was up right. The arms I imagined around me earlier tightened, pulling me closer to the heat that I was aching and craving for and hadn’t realized I’d missed until he came crashing back into my life.
A rough voice whispered tenderly into my hair, “Please don’t cry. It breaks my heart to see you like this.”
The voice I heard practically made me come on the spot. Then gentle, open-mouthed kisses were placed across the back of my neck, stopping under my ear right at the sensitive spot he knew so well, leaving goose bumps in their wake. It was the most amazing feeling. I could have stood there all day with those sensations coursing through my veins.
While in a trance from the glorious kisses, I was spun around, coming face to face with John. A few gasping and haggard breaths escaped me while I tried to process that he was really here with me.
I pressed my hands into his chest, rubbing to make myself believe that is was really happening. The soft glow of the light made him look like a dream. He was the sun fighting off the eclipse that was taking over my heart.
With strong, calloused hands he cupped both of my cheeks, using his thumbs to wipe away the tears under my eyes that had now become slow trickles. While I concentrated on bringing my nerves down, I stared into shiny eyes showing concern for me, telling me I would be all right. His eyes always told me exactly how he felt for me.
Once my breathing was back to what could be considered normal, John bent down, planting a soft kiss against first one corner of my mouth then the other.
A small sigh escaped me. Was I dreaming? This was too fantastic not to be. When he made full contact with my lips they went up in flames. I let out a deep moan. John took advantage, letting the tip of his tongue slip inside and taste me. I melted into him, letting all the feeling of love and regret that I didn’t give him the last time come out. I shouldn’t be doing it, but now I just needed to feel love from somebody.
He pulled away and I groaned. His emerald eyes were focused on me, studying my face. “I knew you still loved me,” he said, trying to hide his smile. But my eyes had already adjusted to the dim lighting and I could see his pearly whites peeking from between his lips. Before I could tell him I thought he was a cocky ass, his mouth went over mine again.
He roamed down my neck, giving me small butterfly kisses and nibbles as he went. One hand pulled me against his hard body to feel his even harder cock, telling me exactly what he wanted, adding a thrust to tease me.
The other hand slid down along the side of my body, gliding past a breast down to my hip, giving it a rough, desperate squeeze while a deep growl came from his chest igniting my panties.
He came back up to my mouth, attacking it like a starving man, not asking for it but taking it with a nip to my top lip and thrust sweeping inside me from the roof to my tongue tempting me into playing.
The hand that was at my hip wasn’t at its final destination. He had other ideas. With our lips still locked together, his hand slipped between us to my stomach and headed farther south. When I felt his hand pass under the top of my scrub pants I gasped in surprise. The small noise I made set him off, diving deeper into my mouth, taking more. His hand went down the outside of my panties feeling the wetness he’d help create.
For the first time since he told me not to cry, he pulled away from our impassioned kiss and spoke into my ear with a sex riddled rasp, “I need to feel your soaked p-ssy. I won’t be satisfied feeling you through these panties and you won’t either. I want to lick your juices off my fingers.”
I convulsed at his words. My forehead fell onto his shoulder and I let the extreme feelings take over. If it wasn’t already dark in the room I would have been in the dark anyway. I was on the verge of blacking out from euphoria and he’d hardly done anything to me. The only reasoning I could surmise behind the extreme sensations was because I had denied them the first time in my condo. Why did I do that again? Oh,right, he needs someone better.
“I let you get away once, Faith, I won’t let it happen again.”
His hand trailed through my slit and two of his fingers found me. He pumped them in and out, making me wetter than I already was, finger f*cking any coherent thought I could have right out of my head. I couldn’t even remember where we were I was so captured in him.
The next thing I was aware of my pants were pulled down and I was on the edge of the counter. In one swift motion he removed my shoes and pants the rest of the way, parting my legs farther so he could gain better access.
He started on the inside of my thigh licking and biting his way up to his final goal. Once he was where he wanted to be, he kissed my p-ssy like he kissed my mouth. His tongue slipped up and down my slit, stopping at my *, sucking me into his mouth and applying steady pressure until I was thrashing. That magic tongue of his circled it, making it throb for more than what he was giving me, dipping into my cunt to tease me some more.
“Shit, John. Why did you do this to me?” I said between sharp breaths, gripping a handful of his sandy brown hair as his head kept moving between my legs. “We shouldn’t be..”
He dipped into my soaked p-ssy again, making me lose my train of thought.
“I have to taste you. I can’t get enough. All I’ve wanted since the other night is you,” he said as he kept up his torturous motions, making me grind into him.
His hot breath caused the sensitive nerves on my * to tingle more. I was on the brink. If he kept this up I would scream bloody murder and security was sure to show up. How would I explain that?
When I thought I couldn’t take anymore he stopped. I took some slow, deep breaths. The only noise that could be heard was the processor.
My head started to come back down to this atmosphere until I heard his zipper. “Oh f*ck, John. Are you trying to kill me?” I smoothed down the hair that had come out of the pony, not really sure how else to react. Surely he wasn’t going to f*ck me here. I already came.
The head of his cock rubbed my *. I was ready to come from that soft movement. Still running his thick head against me, he spread my cum to make sure I was ready.
Giving me a hard kiss again I could taste myself on his tongue.
He sunk his thick cock into my slick opening slowly. First he put the head in and stood there not moving. A grunt passed from his mouth to mine. When I let out a moan he gave one fast thrust and was grinding up to me. He felt too good.
Through gritted teeth he said, “This time it’s going to be fast, Faith, because I need it, I need you. I won’t leave here satisfied if I don’t.”
I didn’t want to refuse him. Even though I knew we shouldn’t do it, I wanted him to be happy.
He was thick and warm, filling the void I didn’t think could be filled. I couldn’t keep the connection of our mouths. Pulling away I leaned back, resting my head and shoulders on the wall as I watched him through heavy lids. His jaw was tense, his neck straining causing the vein to make an appearance, tempting me to rub my tongue along it. Trying to hold back my screams, I bit the corner of my bottom lip, still focusing on John’s face. His eyes were closed and his mouth was partially open. How I would love to slip inside and taste him like he tasted me. He was pounding so furiously into me I couldn’t catch a minute to lean in close enough. Then I started to come again
“F*ck!” I shouted. I couldn’t think. Dear, God, it felt so good. I shouldn’t be feeling this good. Not at work. Not while Dickhead was down the hall. But I couldn’t help it.
Hell, if I couldn’t. John loved me, I believed him when he said all those things to me. Brad had told me the same things, but there was always a feeling in my gut that he wasn’t telling me the truth. Why did I choose to ignore it? Now I understood why, because I didn’t deserve anything else.
John wrapped an arm around my waist pulling me towards him, making my shoulders and head lose contact with the wall. He leaned into me, attacking my mouth with a hungry kiss, devouring me. When I didn’t think I could take anymore his hands dug into my hips to keep me in place. I could feel the vein in his cock pulse and his balls twitch. He was about to cum.
One of his hands moved under my scrub top and made its way up to my breast, squeezing as he pounded into me. It was such primal force I was completely immersed in it, loving it. He never made love to me like this before. I reveled in how he couldn’t control it.
“Come again for me, babe, you can do it. I can feel it. Your tight p-ssy wants to. One more time for me,” he grunted resting his forehead against mine.
How did he know? The tension in my p-ssy was tied tight like a piano string ready to break. I couldn’t hold it, exploding once more. Shit! How the hell did he get me to do that? With two more hard thrusts he joined me, burying his head into my neck and biting me to muffle his growls.
The pain from his teeth didn’t register. I was raw. When he was able to let go of my neck he stood up, watching my eyes for an answer of some kind. All I could manage was an exhausted smile.
I was supposed to keep working after this? I had never had sex that good, even back in the day with him.
He took my response as a good one, giving me one flirty kiss on my nose, another on my mouth, and the last back where his teeth had possibly taken a chunk of me, adding a light lick to the marks. Damn, what was that about? He never did that either, but it was kind of hot so I wasn’t going to complain.
Still silent, he pressed my body into his, giving me a smothering hug that felt like he would die if he didn’t. God, I hope he was telling me the truth and this wasn’t some evil trick to get even with me, even though I would deserve it.
He put his cheek up to mine before letting me go, taking in a deep breath. With that rough voice I could recognize in my sleep, he murmured, “I hope you see you can tell me what’s going on.”
What was that supposed to mean? I pretended I didn’t hear him, getting put together as fast as I could and left.
I reappeared with John right behind me. We squinted into the light like two disheveled vampires who were forced to face their fate. Grace and George were in the department with their backs to each other, completely ignoring one another.
George turned around when he heard the sliding of the door. He only glanced at me. When John came out he shook his head in disgust.
“Hey, dick, you knew I was waiting for you. You can’t just leave me waiting in the ambulance for you,” he said angrily.
I peeked over at John who was acting like we were strangers. He was as white as one of our hospital sheets but I think I’m the only one who noticed. George was too pissed and Grace had run for the hills when we came out.
Hopefully John wouldn’t get into trouble for this. He was still on probation and any major infraction could cost him his job. I would say having sex while on duty would constitute a pretty big one.
“Sorry, I got caught up in something,” John said. I think his eyes flashed my way but it was so quick I only caught the tail end. His coloring was back to that delicious peach tone I loved.
George still had that pissed off look on his face when he said, “Let’s get the hell out of here,” charging out of the department with John at his heels. As he left it sounded like he mumbled under his breath, “Caught up in something, or someone?”
When the guys were gone Grace reappeared, inspecting me from head to toe. She said, “You may want to take your hair out of that pony and wear it off to the right to cover up that dog attack on your neck. You wouldn’t want Brad to see that thing.”
Just like that the after glow vanished and a feeling of nausea swept over me at the thought. I did as she said.