“It was more expensive.”
I found myself smiling wider.
“Well, it sounds like it would get stuffy in there,” I said, playing along with the joke.
“That’s why I’ll cut in air holes. You’ll be fine, trust me. I’m a doctor after all.”
“I could tell.” I pointed to his stethoscope that rested around his scruffy neck, as if nothing else gave his career away. Not the white coat that stretched around his strong biceps, the navy blue scrubs that hugged his ass just right, the weird blue crocs that he insisted on wearing.
Why was everyone here wearing those damn shoes?
“Oh damn, I didn’t want to give it away that soon. How will I know you’re into me for my charming personality and not my seventy foot yacht I bought with all my doctor money.”
“Wait… there’s a yacht?” I asked mischievously.
“Yeah, maybe I’ll take you on it one day. You know, if we end up randomly bumping into each other at Express again,” he said, smiling suggestively at me.
My cheeks instantly flushed red at the mention of Express. I could see him shift in place, leaning closer towards me, a hand posting himself up on the wall next to him. It was like he was beckoning me to rip off his scrubs and have him right there.
What is wrong with me? I just saw my broken and abusive ex-boyfriend, and now I’m horny?
Guilt started to rear its ugly head but I quickly knocked it back down into the abyss. I loved Eric. I still love Eric. But it was a different kind love. One reserved for a long-time friend whose history you can’t separate from your own. It was also a love that now had an undercurrent of fear.
But it wasn’t the same love I had for the Eric that used to be my boyfriend. I coped with that loss the day after Eric almost killed me. Coming to terms with that realization was like a huge iron weight was lifted from my heart. And apparently also from my crotch because I was getting wetter and warmer.
“Speaking of Express, I have a break now… did you want to finish where we left off?” Ryan asked, a familiar hunger glinting beneath his beautiful eyes. My heart leaped about twenty feet as my knees turned to jello. I wanted him. I wanted him
so bad
.
Yet, I couldn’t bring myself to have sex with him in the same hospital as Eric. I just couldn’t. But damn, this guy was so hot. From the side of my eye, I could see the front of his scrubs bulge a little.
Suddenly, having sex in a hospital didn’t seem like a bad idea. Especially considering the built up frustrations both of us had with our two previously unfinished rendezvous. Blood was rushing away from my head and out to other parts of my body, giving me a slight pink hue of anticipation as I stood there, inches away from the perfect man.
But I still couldn’t bring myself to say yes.
Thankfully I didn’t have to.
“Come on, let’s go to the break room,” he said, grabbing my hand and leading me with a strong determination. This time around he didn’t say hi to all the nurses, his focus was lasered in on the break room.
I followed behind him, trying to keep up with his pace. I looked down to my right and noticed his bulge had grown larger, trying to break free from the constraints of his scrubs. They were loose enough to hide the outline of his thickness, but it was surely there, and it was definitely growing.
He pulled me into another abandoned hallway and opened a small pastel green door. Inside was a small room, big enough to fit a bunk bed and a cozy love seat next to a window that faced the parking lot. He clicked the lock on the door and in one powerful movement, lifted me up and pinned me to the wall. I let out a small gasp as our lips met in a passionate embrace.
Finally
. The release of ultimately getting to kiss Ryan was comparable to the orgasm that was already threatening to crash over me. And we still had our clothes on.
My fingers locked into his hair as he pushed himself into me, the light fabric of his scrubs allowing me to feel his huge cock underneath. He pushed up against my jeans, his hands groping my body, sliding over the curves and sinews that made me. His strong hands reached in through the back of my jeans and cupped my bare ass, squeezing them in hunger. The stethoscope around his neck fell and clattered against the floor as his other hand slid under my shirt and cupped my breast, the nipple pointing in the intense arousal that surrounded the both of us.
He played with me, his finger gently rolling my tenderness, sending waves of immeasurable pleasure course through my veins. I wanted him.
No, I
needed
him.
I broke our hungry kiss and lowered myself to my knees. I slipped my fingers under his waistband and pulled down, revealing the thickest cock I had ever seen. I grabbed the strong shaft with both hands and let my lips meet the head, slowly parting and taking him into my warm mouth. I heard him moan from above, his hands twining with my hair and applying pressure to the back of my head.
I could only take half of him in my mouth before I gagged. And then I kept going, making his hard dick glean with wetness. I could taste his sweet pre-cum fill my mouth and I wanted him even more. My hands found his perfectly sculpted ass and pushed him towards me, making his cock slide deeper down my throat.
“Mmm, that feels so fucking good,” he groaned, thrusting himself forward and burying his shaft down my throat. I looked up at him as my hands reached up to run over his sculpted six-pack.
“Come here, I want to taste you,” he said, picking me up and guiding me to the bed. His cock stood at attention as he walked, yearning to impale me with his size. He threw me on the flat mattress and slid my jeans down in one easy movement.
“You’re so wet,” he moaned into my soaked underwear. The vibration from his voice felt like tiny rockets of pleasure setting off throughout me. He pressed his tongue against my covered mound, tasting my juices mixed with the fabric of my light pink underwear. He slid them to the side with a finger and parted my lips, feeling the sticky wetness that was flowing out of me. I gently gyrated my hips, letting his fingers search my folds.
He teased my entrance with a finger as his tongue found my sensitive clit. He ran his mouth gently at first, sending wave after wave of exploding desire. His tongue started to pick up its pace as his finger slid inside me, finding no resistance as my excitement provided an ample amount of dampness. I felt him press against my inner walls, curling his finger and hitting just the right spot.
I let another moan rip through my core as he slid another finger, stretching me in preparation for his fullness. It sent me over the edge.
My body convulsed as my hands gripped the sheets, ripping them off the bed as a wave of ecstasy came over me,
again
and
again
. I shivered under Ryan’s touch, giving myself fully to him. My vision erupted into stars as the pleasure rocked me. I knew I needed him inside me.
And he knew too.
He slid his fingers out of me and pushed himself up, hoisting his perfectly sculpted body above mine. I parted my legs further, feeling the head of his member just brush up against my entrance.
“I want to be inside of you,” he said, coming down and kissing my neck, his lips sucking hungrily at my flesh.
“Take me,” I whispered, pushing myself upward so that his thick cock was now spreading my lips, aching to be taken.
And in one smooth thrust, he was buried inside me up to his tight balls. I gasped as I felt him stretch my inner walls to lengths I’ve never felt before. I dug my nails into his muscular shoulders as he thrusted, deeper and harder. Harder and deeper.
Faster.
Hungrier.
Louder
.
Our bodies slammed together in passion, my soaking wetness keeping a vice grip around his hard rod. I could feel him enter and exit, opening me anew. I was so close to the edge again. I rocked forward, rubbing my clit against his soft, curly hair.
And then I was thrown off the cliff for a second time. And a third. My muscles spasmed again as my breath escaped me. I could hear his own breathing become more and more labored. I knew he was close to giving me his seed.
“I’m going to cum,” he growled, pulling himself out of me and aiming his glistening hard cock at my exposed belly. He unloaded his warm seed on my exposed and flushed skin. He convulsed above me as his dick pumped with each stringy shot, his arms shaking under his own weight.
When we were both done, I looked up and smiled.
I felt safe.
And that was
really
fucking hot.
“It only took us two tries to get it right,” he said, falling down next to me, his hand thrown over my chest as his face nestled into the crook of my neck. I could feel his stubble scratch my sensitive skin as he planted tiny kisses throughout.
“Third time was definitely the charm,” I whispered, running my hands through his hair, feeling the bliss between us fill the room.
“I was half expecting an Express worker to barge in through the door with a nurse behind him,” he said, laughing the slightest bit into my neck, his warm, soft breath running over me.
“And I wouldn’t have cared,” I said, surprising myself at the foxiness. But it’s probably true, I would have kept going.
We laid there, entwined, our bodies a rubix cube of passion and sweat.
It all felt so right.
Nothing was going to tear me away from this man.
“Holy shit,” I said into my phone as Courtney picked up on the other line.
“What happened?” she asked. I could hear Maury playing in the background.
“We may have hooked up,” I said, still smiling at the mind-blowing experience as I clicked my keys and turned on the ignition.
“What?! Oh. My. God! In the hospital? That must have been so hot.”
I noticed she had turned off Maury.
“It was unbelievable. I never experienced anything like it.”
“How big was he?”
“Courtney, you do not need to know that,” I said, feeling myself flush at just the thought of Ryan’s bulge.
“Oh come on, Em. Been there done that. I’m just curious.”
“Big enough,” I said quickly, making a turn out of the hospital parking lot and down the road towards Eric’s apartment.
“Wait… weren’t you supposed to go visit your dying abusive boyfriend?”
Again, Courtney lacked the tact but made up for it with plenty of heart.
“Yes, Court. I did see him and it wasn’t good. He can’t play basketball,” I said, my mood dampening at the thought of Eric. The love for him was still there, but finally being able to be with Ryan helped drop a thin layer of dirt on the grave that held our relationship. It was just a delicate layer, threatening to be brushed off at any moment to unveil the twisted, co-dependent bond underneath, but for now that thin layer was all I needed. It was going to take time and possibly therapy to fully get over Eric, but I did see now that our relationship from before was over.
“I promised him I was going to stay over and help him with things since his arm is broken.”
There was a moment of quiet on the phone for a few minutes and then, “Are you being stupid on purpose?”
“It’s not being stupid. You know we’ve had too much history to throw it all away. Besides, he knows what we had was over and this is just until he can take care of himself. Mentally and physically.”
“That might take forever,” she said, some light raindrops now plopping on the front of my windshield. It never rains in Los Angeles and of course, it had to rain that day. If only I could have seen the foreshadowing.
“It won’t. I’ll put a time limit on myself,” I said, confident that I wouldn’t stay there for longer than I needed nor would I fall into the same trap again, I couldn’t let myself.
“Just please be safe, Em. You don’t know what he’s capable of.” The concern in her voice was palpable and it made me slightly nervous. Courtney never really got worried about much, she was always such a happy spirit, someone that lived life with a positive mantra all the time. So to hear her anxiety made me nervous for myself.
“I will be,” I promised her, glancing over at my purse that held a can of pepper spray inside.
“Alright well I just got to his place, I’ll call you back later,” I said. I walked up the steps to the apartment and unlocked the door, not expecting what was behind it.
The smell hit me first.
It was like a garbage man decided to collect all the trash instead of throwing it out, bags of pizza and coke cans and who knows what else rested on the floor. Above one of the bags was a mirror that had been shattered; its pieces gleaming on the carpet underneath, waiting for the right moment to shred through someone’s bare foot. The kitchen had moldy meat lying on the counter, a gallon of un-drank milk sat curdled and sour by the sink.
I was in shock.
I stepped back out and inhaled the only clean air left. Stepping back inside was another mission as I held back my gag reflexes while the stench punched me over and over again. I couldn’t stay here. I couldn’t sleep here.
But I knew I needed to help him.
I put down my purse, took in another deep breath of fresh air, and entered the disaster zone, fully immersing myself in the neglected apartment. I started with the bigger things first, collecting all the torn trash bags and dragging them to the door, hoping nothing would leak out onto the floor and create some sort of uncontrollable bacterial crust.
Once all the trash was lined up in a nice, smelly row, I got to cleaning the glass shards, wondering how in the world Eric was able to even walk in here. I looked over to our bedroom and noticed all of our framed pictures were also shattered and scattered on the floor. Seeing our memories destroyed in a fit of rage really sobered me. I was starting to wonder just how gone Eric really was.
After the sharp, jagged pieces of glass were safely put away into the trash, I went into the kitchen. My body once again tried to projectile vomit in a form of protest but I was able to hold it together. The meat had turned a disgusting gray color underneath a white fuzzy growth, extending out and over the counter. It looked like small tendrils were trying to pour themselves some spoiled milk, which rested in chunks next to the Styrofoam meat container.