Gabe

“What are you doing here?” Eloise hisses as she shuts the door. Her hair is tied back tighter than ever.

“Nice to see you too.”

“You were just here yesterday. You don’t need another appointment yet.”

Ignoring her, I ask, “How are you doing after last night?”

“I thought you said you got my text.”

I close the distance between us and say, “You want meaningless sex.”

She burns brighter than the sun. Fuck, I love turning her red. It pisses me off that she’s fighting against me, but I’m sure she’s mine.

“Maybe,” she says, her voice quiet.

Taking hold of the end of her ponytail, I wrap it around my hand, around and around until the elastic touches my skin. I tilt her head back. My eyes bore to hers, but she doesn’t look away nor does she push me away.

Her tits rise and fall with her heavy breath.

I grip her hair tightly, and crush my mouth against hers. Whimpering, she submits to my kiss. My dick hardens and strains against my jeans.

Breaking the kiss, I put my lips to her ear and growl, “I’ll show you what meaningless sex feels like.”

With my free hand, I run my hand over her hip and tickle her lips through her pants.

“We can’t, I’m at work.”

“So what? I have you for thirty minutes.” I clamp my mouth back on hers and grab her ass, grinding my hard cock against her.

Her jaw relaxes, and our tongues reach the back of each other’s throats.

She fights my grip on her hair, and turns her head to break the kiss.

“Not here, the door doesn’t even lock.”

“So fucking what? When has anyone ever interrupted one of your sessions?”

“Never,” she says, and chews on her bottom lip.

I move to the physio bed, gently pulling her with me by the ponytail wrapped around my hand. We stand at the narrow end of the bed, and I ram my hand between her pants and her skin.

Even before they reach her entrance, my fingers are coated in wet. I let go of her ponytail, undo her pants and push them down.

Eloise gasps as I spin her and bend her over the bed.

“This is crazy,” she says, and I smack her lush ass.

I push through her folds, and dip my fingers into her entrance. She’s drenched, but I pump them a few times anyway. I don’t know if she expects the same treatment I gave her over the pool table or not, but that’s not what she’s getting.

After wiping my hand on my jeans, I take the condom from my back pocket. My dick has popped the button on my jeans, so I quickly unzip them, and shove them down.

With my teeth, I tear open the package and roll the condom down my shaft.

“Why am I letting you do this?” Eloise mutters, obviously speaking to herself and not me, but she makes no movement to get away from me and she grinds herself against my body.

I ignore her, and drive my cock into her pussy. The feel of her walls wrapped tight around me sends a massive shudder up my back. Fuck, she feels good. Like my dick is where it belongs.

But this is about showing her meaningless sex.

Gripping her hips, I pound into her pussy as hard and fast as I can. My movement shunts the bed across the floor. Before long the end is banging up against the wall, the window just above it.

Eloise’s knuckles are white from holding the edges of the bed. I reach my hand around her hips, and I fumble for her clit.

When I find it, I pinch it between my fingers, the way she likes so much. A moan erupts from deep within her. Her body starts wiggling, and I know she’s close, so I let go.

I stand tall and look down, watching my shaft pound into her. The sight makes my balls draw tight against me. It’s impossible for me to fuck her in a meaningless way. I pause for a second, and look up. Eloise is biting her arm.

My dick throbs, and I start moving again. Almost immediately, she lets out a cry, which is muffled by her arm, and her walls go crazy on my cock.

It’s so easy for me to make her come.

Tingles burst from my balls, and my dick explodes into the condom. I really want to feel her bare.

“Oh my God!” a woman’s voice barks.

Eloise and I turn our heads. The receptionist, Marcy, is standing at the door, her hands over her mouth.

Covering my dick with my hand, I bolt to the door and try to push her out of it, but she steps deeper into the room. I shut the door.

“Marcy, leave,” Eloise says, her voice quivering and her body still bent over the bed.

I step between the two of them, to shield Eloise’s exposed ass from Marcy.

“What are you doing in here?” Marcy asks.

“I think you saw,” I say.

“What are you doing in here? Please leave,” Eloise says.

“I heard banging, I wanted to make sure you were okay.”

“She’s better than okay. Now why don’t you do what she asks, and leave,” I say, my eyes narrowed at Marcy.

“Do you want me to leave, Eloise?” Marcy asks.

“Yes, I want you to leave. Of course I want you to leave,” Eloise says.

“Your parents are going to freak,” Marcy says.

“Why? How will they know if you don’t tell them?” I say, my voice a growl.

“Just get the hell out of here,” Eloise snaps.

I use my body to herd Marcy to the door. She doesn’t resist, and when I open the door, she moves through it and I shut the door behind her.

“I can’t believe that just happened,” Eloise says, standing and pulling up her pants. When they’re up, she leans against the bed. I bet she’s still coming.

“Oh well, she’ll get over it,” I say, tying off the condom and dropping it in her trashcan.

“As long as she doesn’t tell my parents. She’s going to hold this over my head forever. Why do I let you do these things to me? First in a bar, then in a public park? Now my work, which my parents own? Why?” her voice raises as she speaks.

“Because I make you feel good, that’s why.”

“No, that isn’t a good enough reason.”

Pulling her away from the bed, I take her in my arms and kiss her tenderly. Her body tenses and relaxes under my touch.

Eloise pulls her head away, and says, “What am I going to do if she tells my parents?”

“It doesn’t matter. It’s not like they’re going to fire you.”

“I know, but—”

“But what?” I interrupt. “You don’t want them to know about me?”

“No, I don’t want them to know I have casual sex in their medical practice while I’m supposed to be working.” Her face burns red.

“Is that what this is now, casual? Is that better or worse than meaningless?”

She shifts her eyes to the floor, contemplating the question.

“I guess they’re the same thing,” she says, and sighs.

Ice courses through my veins. She’s cold, and hasn’t realized the situation yet.

“Right. I’m glad you enjoy the meaningless orgasms I give you, for the first time in your life. Let me know when you want another one.” Without waiting for response, I rush out of the room, slamming the door behind me.