Eli

When I come out of the bathroom, I go in search of Addie, hoping to calm myself down and check in on her to make sure she is doing okay. She is deep in an aminated conversation with some burly dude named Jason. Total blue-collar, salt-of-the-earth kind of guy.

It does my heart good to see her laughing and having fun with a guy for once. She seems to be genuinely enjoying herself. It has been far too long for her, and it’s amusing to see her flirting with a guy. I stick around long enough to catch a glimpse into their discussion, which revolves around kids. Jason is telling Addie about his two daughters and she shares pictures of Wyatt.  

While I’m cool with kid talk, I really need to get home to take care of my still swollen and angry pecker – the one that didn’t get the prize at the bottom of the box because of an interruption. So, I give Addie an excuse of being tired and wanting to head home. It isn’t too far off the mark, but the reality is I also want to extricate myself from Mark’s very near proximity to me – the way my eyes continue to anxiously track his every move through the crowd – it’s too much to bare.

If I stick around much longer, I know I will find a way to get him to go home with me.

I can be very persuasive when I want to be.

Aiming to leave, I swing my arm around Addie’s waist, pulling her in and placing my lips to her ear. Jason has stepped away to grab another beer at the bar and Addie and I are left alone for the moment.

“I’m gonna take off, angel. Are you okay with this guy? Or do you need me to stick around?”

Addie takes another dainty sip of her wine, her cheeks flushed and warm – either from the wine or her male companion - and turns her head to whisper.

“I’m fine. And Jason’s a good guy and is Dylan’s best friend. But...” she bites her lip and looks away guiltily. “I haven’t done this for a long time. What if...”

There’s a sweet pink blush that creeps across her cheeks and I can’t help but give her a chaste kiss where it blooms bright.

“What if he asks you to go home with him, you mean? What if he wants to hook up?” I prod, tilting my head and giving her an exaggerated wide-eyed expression.

She rolls her eyes and waves her hand wildly. “It doesn’t matter anyway. I’ve got to pick up Wyatt before midnight.”

“Before you turn into a pumpkin?” I kid and she giggles.

Glancing at my watch, I notice it’s only a quarter past ten. Knowing my sweet cousin needs to be reminded what it’s like to be young and free of responsibility, I make my offer.

“Call Mrs. Lindal and let her know I’ll come home to take care of Wyatt tonight. You, my dear, are free to get laid.”

Her blush grows deeper. “Elijah Jonas Morrell! Stop it, you’re embarrassing me.”

Oh, my sweet, mid-west girl. So innocent and pure. If only she knew what I was just doing in the back with my hot doctor.

I take a quick scan around and see that Jason is still at the bar, but his eyes haven’t traveled far from Addie. He is definitely hoping to get laid tonight.

“Angel, listen to me,” I say, grabbing her free hand in mine. “You need this more than anyone I know. Don’t look a gift horse in the mouth.”

And then I lean in and whisper, “And from the looks of it, your boy Jason there might just be hung like a horse.”

I snicker and pull her into my arms for a hug as her body shakes with nervous laughter.

“That’s what I’m afraid of. Getting back on that horse might be troublesome. It’s been years, E. Years.”

She gives me a pained smile as I plant a kiss to her forehead, finishing off our puns with one last one.

“Get back on the horse, Addie. Rope ‘em in and ride it hard. And if you come home before breakfast tomorrow morning, I’ll be sorely disappointed.”

And with that, I turn to head out the door, passing Jason as I do. We catch each other’s gazes and I comment as I walk by.

“Treat her right, man. Otherwise I’ll kick your ass.”

He looks amused, but solemnly nods his agreement, slapping me on the back with his big bear-paw hand.

At the door, I glance behind me one last time. When I do, I catch Mark staring after me.

His expression is unreadable, but his dark eyes convey appreciation. My need for more of the hot doctor coils in my belly and rushes through my bloodstream.

That’s probably not gonna happen now, I remind myself, and walk out to catch a Lyft.

***

THE APARTMENT IS QUIET with only the crackling noise from the baby monitor keeping me company, along with the soft sounds of Wyatt gurgling in his sleep.

As soon as I paid Mrs. Lindal, I shucked off my shoes, pants and shirt and laid down on the couch to watch some TV. I’ve been flipping stations for the last forty-five minutes and nothing has piqued my interest. Probably because my brain is still stuck on the hot hookup reruns constantly rewinding through my memory.

I’m more than a little surprised that it all went down like it did with the good doctor. The heat and intensity between us – our connection – is undeniable; but in truth, the real shock is that he let it happen at all.

Although I’ve only known him a very short time in the professional setting, Mark has always appeared buttoned-up, reserved and untouchable. Never would I have believed he would let his guard down in the manner in which he did.

He’s cordial to his staff, and to patients, of course - but he never crosses over into familiar or friendly territory. In fact, I’ve heard some of the other nurses gossiping and trying to guess if he has a girlfriend or lover, because he doesn’t share one detail about his personal life with anyone.

I guess I now know why.

When I arrived at the bar earlier, after finding and greeting Addie in the crowd of partiers, I noticed Mark right away, sitting alone, contemplating the world’s problems over a martini. I’d watched him unnoticed for several minutes before I approached him. The smile he gave to those around him was genuine and warm and sent my pulse skittering wildly, beating through me like a rogue wave.

Mark Olsen is gorgeous even on the worst of days when he wears a frown of concentration, but when he smiles, Christ, it’s like fireworks and rainbows shooting across the sky. It drew me to him before I even knew I was being pulled in his direction.

I close my heavy eyelids and lay my head on the pillow, the TV show all but forgotten and I let my body and mind unwind. I may have fallen asleep for a few minutes when the sound of my phone jars me awake.

Assuming it’s Addie to check in or confirm she won’t be home tonight, I grab it and open the dialogue box.

And am caught off guard by an Unknown Number.

I can’t stop thinking about you.

I squint again at the words. They hit me square in the chest.

And then move south to my dick, which is very happy to see them.

Before I can respond, I see the three ellipses popping up again. 

I need more of you.

The words are thrilling, especially in light of the courage it must’ve taken Mark to write them. There’s no doubt the texts are from him even though he made it crystal clear that our bathroom interlude was a one-time thing and we couldn’t pursue anything more.

This. This makes me insanely happy. To know he’s still thinking about me and didn’t get his fill. It stirs something deep inside me.

Knowing Mark is all business and serious so much of the time, I also want to yank his chain a little bit. Literally and figuratively.

I hastily type out my response.

I know, I get that a lot. BTW who is this?

There’s a beat of silence while I wait, and I may hold my breath. Nothing in return for nearly a minute and I worry that I scared him off. Shit.

I’m about to type an apology and explain that I was only joking, when he replies.

You’re not only fucking hot, but you’re a comedian too. Very funny.

A smile breaks wide across my face and I sit up into a more comfortable position, legs stretched out in front of me. My heart and cock take immediate notice of his compliment. He thinks I’m hot.

Right back atcha, man.

You’re pretty fucking hot yourself, doc. And what exactly are you thinking about?

God, I love this part of meeting someone new. The flirting. The naughty thrill of innuendo that runs through me when I talk dirty with a guy. And getting my handsome, sexy doctor to open up with me is the ultimate turn on.

My dick aches at the reminder that it never got to experience a happy ending tonight. I stare down at the bulge that’s formed in my shorts and take it in my palm, stroking long and leisurely in anticipation of Mark’s response.

God, I hope he has a dirty mouth.

Mark surprises me for the third time tonight when my phone rings in my hand, announcing his call.

I nearly shudder when I hear his throaty, thick voice on the other end of the line.

“Hey,” he says in a whisper soft tone.

“I don’t recall ever giving you my number,” I state without preamble.

“You didn’t directly, but I have all my staff’s numbers in my contacts. It comes in handy.”

I snicker and stroke my dick. “Very handy. Are you calling to discuss Monday then?”

A gap of silence fills the line and then I hear him sigh, whether it’s relief or something else, I’m not sure.

“Eli, fuck work and fuck Monday. You have no idea what kind of a state you’ve put me in tonight. My head is reeling, and I can’t shut it off. Honestly, I have no idea how to stop it...this wanting you. I didn’t get nearly enough. Not even close. And now I’m breaking my own rules, goddammit. It’s all your fault.”

My first instinct is to joke about how no one ever gets enough of me, but I can’t. Because I feel the same way toward Mark. The moment I met Mark Olsen was the minute I lost all balance. Like I stepped on the platform of a carnival ride that has me spinning round and round, the motion doing crazy things to my equilibrium and giving me a euphoric high all at the same time.

Clearing my throat, I answer truthfully. I’m not going to play games with him. There’s no need. Games are for kids, and we are fucking men.

“Same here, doc. Touching you...fuck, tasting you was everything I wanted and everything I thought it would be. And believe me, I’ve thought about it a lot these past few weeks.”

There’s an air of surprise in his gasp. “You have? Wow, I don’t know what to say to that.”

The sound of his voice travels from my ears directly to my cock, my dick growing harder and needier in the heat of my palm.

I hear movement on the other end, like he’s shifted or has maybe run his fingers through his hair.

He clears his throat. “Okay, I’m going to propose something that is absurdly crazy and wrong on all levels. But I can’t see another way around it. I want to fuck you. Now. This weekend. We have forty-eight hours until Monday morning when we’re back on rotation. Between now and then, I want to do everything with you.”

My breath leaves my body in a whoosh. I can’t help it, but the moment he admitted to wanting to fuck me, my cock demanded action. I whip off my shirt, throwing it down the other end of the couch, and tug down my underwear.

“Everything?” I ask in a breathy wisp.

I add the pressure where I need it, closing my eyes at the sensation as I rub and stroke my length. I imagine it’s Mark’s hand on me – jacking me off. I picture him between my spread legs, his thick cock jutting from his body and sliding in and out of my hole. Tightening around him in spastic waves as he slams inside, each time hitting me precisely where it counts.

My breathing becomes erratic and I hear him swear.

“Oh shit. Are you touching yourself right now?”

“Mmm...” I murmur, getting closer and closer to the point of no return.

“I’m imagining it...you fucking me.” Stroke, pull, squeeze. “You inside me. Your body covering mine. It’s so hot...I can’t... it’s you...you’re gonna make me come.”

We both groan in unison but then he stops my movements with an abrupt command.

“Wait for me,” he says, and I hear the faint snick of his zipper, the raspy sigh, and then a grunt.

We talk dirty, telling each other how it would feel. How tight I’d be. How he’d get me nice and slick, fingering my ass, licking my taint, lubing me up before slamming inside me.

It only takes a few more pulls until I’ve lost all sensible direction and I shoot long hot ribbons of lust onto my belly and chest, the hot liquid spilling over my hand. It is one of the best solo sessions I’ve had in months. Ten times hotter knowing it was happening simultaneous with Mark’s.

My body begins to relax as I hear him rasp over the other end of the line.

“Coming....”

As I breathe in and out, the jizz on my skin begins to cool and I long for the feel of Mark’s hot cum on my body mixed with mine. As I peer around to see if there’s anything I can use to clean myself up with, I hear Mark’s release with my name on his lips. I grab my t-shirt and wipe away the mess, yanking my shorts back up and smiling in the afterglow. What a strange turn this evening has taken.

Throwing the t-shirt to the floor, I tip my head back against the cushions and Mark’s deep, sexy voice chimes in.

“The next time I make you come, it’ll be with my mouth and my cock. You got that?”

I love his bossy tone.

“Yes, doctor.”

“I’m texting you my address. I expect you here tomorrow at four p.m. I’ll have drinks and dinner ready. You bring that sexy ass and smart mouth of yours.”

And then the line goes dead and I’m left feeling both sated and more excited than I was before.

I’m going to let Dr. McHottie Olsen fuck me tomorrow night.

And I can’t wait.