SLOAN

My cock twitches at the thought of Ava’s delicious mouth and all the things my innocent girl can do with it. After she left my office last night, I had trouble getting her out of my head. We’ve been sneaking around the hospital for three weeks now and lucky enough to have the same shifts. But she’s off tonight, for the first time since the beginning of her residency.

I had insisted Ava take the night for herself, instead of making this place her entire life. Because it will be her life for the next seven years. Except now I miss her like fucking crazy and wish she were here. It has been years since I felt this way about a woman, long before I became a doctor. The girl who broke my heart and left me after medical school did a number on my heart that even a cardiothoracic surgeon couldn’t fix. I had a broken heart—there’s no better way to describe the void she had left behind.

I never expected Ava to fill it. From the start, she was quirky and weird, but she was also exactly what I had needed. I just didn’t know it until I met her. Some days, I wonder if it’s only about the sex, because I cannot stop myself from getting lost inside Ava. But there is a deeper connection between us that I have felt since the night we met. We just haven’t had a chance to explore that part of our relationship.

I swear it’s as though my dick has been hard since the first time I saw her. I jerked off twice today, and no matter what I do, I cannot get this never-ending erection to go away. As a medical doctor, even I am wondering how this is scientifically possible.

I dial Ava’s number on my cell phone and hold it up to my ear. Ava answers on the first ring, her voice bubbly and full of life. My God, I missed her. I can’t believe I miss her, but I do.

“I need to see you,” I breathe into the speaker.

“When?” she asks without hesitation.

“Now. I need to see you now. I have something I need you to take care of for me.”

She laughs. “Is it long and hard and gives me multiple orgasms?”

Ava is so adorable that I chuckle. “Yes. I need some assistance. My cock misses your mouth.”

“Just my mouth?” she says, goading me.

“And your pussy. Can you meet me here? I have to check in on Dr. Walsh’s procedure around seven.”

“I’ll be there in about thirty minutes.”

I let out a sigh of relief. “Good girl. I’ll meet you in our usual spot and don’t wear any panties.”

“Yes, sir,” she coos and then the line goes dead.

* * *

I beat Ava up to the on-call room, in a rush to be inside her again. This woman is becoming an addiction, one that could kill me if I let her. Or at the very least kill my career. Ever since our fling had started, I kept telling myself that I needed one more time, before I could kick this habit. I never took risks like this with any of the women I hooked up with in the past.

I was hoping Ava would listen and not wear any underwear. But she did one better. She waltzes into the room in high heels, a mini skirt, and a low-cut tank top that hugs her curves and leaves nothing to the imagination. The sight of her in this outfit has me unzipping my pants, already waiting with my cock in my hand, giving myself a few strokes.

“Lock the door and sit down,” I tell Ava.

She bites down on her bottom lip, thinking over my request before she does as I ask. I take in the sight of her, vulnerable and willing, as she sucks in a deep breath. Ava stares into my eyes as if she wants me. I know she does.

She walks past me, sits on the couch, and crosses her legs. I continue to stare at her, allow my eyes to wander until I have taken in every part of her delicious body.

“Did you do as I asked?” My tone is firm.

“Yes, sir,” she hisses, with a seductive look in her eyes.

I lick my lips and drop to the floor in front of her. “Let me see.”

She glances down at her legs, and then up at me, as if she wants me to give her the next instruction. So, I do.

“Spread your legs and show me your pussy.”

Ava separates her thighs for me, opening them wide enough to give me a good look. She’s shaved and already wet for me. Her skin glistens with her juices that cause my dick to get harder, cutting off oxygen. I need some form of relief, so I grip my shaft and stroke my cock.

I sit back just enough so she can see what she’s doing to me. “I want you to touch yourself for me, and then I’ll reward you for being a good girl.”

She rubs her clit for me, and it takes every ounce of self-control I have to sit and watch, while I jerk myself off. But I’m weak. I dip my head between her legs and glide my tongue across her folds, too greedy to wait for her to finish. I need to taste every part of her, lap up her juices and feel her come undone beneath me. Neither of us loses momentum, both of us so close to climax.

Ava threads her fingers through my short hair with one hand and continues playing with her pussy with the other. She moans my name, but instead of Sloan, she screams Doc. I want to feel her come, so I slide two fingers inside her wetness, still stroking my shaft with my other hand. She lets out a soft moan that makes me work harder, faster. Within seconds, she clamps down on my fingers, her pussy holding them in a vise.

I give her a second to relax before I slide my fingers out of her and suck her juices from them. Still holding onto my cock, I coming to a standing and position myself in front of her. “Open your mouth,” I command, and she leans forward to lick my sensitive skin.

Wrapping her plump lips around my cock, she peeks up at me. I take her hair between my fingers, holding her head in a vise. She massages my balls with one hand and strokes my shaft with the other, and my entire body trembles from her touch. I come so fucking hard I think Ava has trouble sucking down all of it. But she licks her lips and removes my cock from her mouth. Until I met Ava, I thought pussy was just pussy, no matter where I got it from. But sex is different with this woman.

I love that Ava has no problems with our little game, even though this is not exactly a game that either of us can win. But it sure as hell feels like one when we’re together. Ava challenges me in ways she doesn’t even realize. She mostly challenges me mentally, because she has done a number on me.

“This couch sucks. Get up and bend over the desk in the corner.” I point and she follows my finger, complying once again with my request.

I love that she doesn’t talk back. She allows me to be the boss, always in control of the situation.

She moves the chair away from the desk and sinks her elbows into the wood, changing her position a few times before she looks over at me with a smile. “Is this how you want me?”

“Yes, stay just like that.” I grab hold of my pants that are still around my ankles and pull them up just enough, so I don’t trip on them as I make my way over to Ava. I remove a condom from my pocket, position myself behind her, and rip the foil packet open with my teeth, spitting it on the floor.

I roll on a condom, and then rub my hand over Ava’s bare ass. She moans when I spank her tight ass, leaving my handprint on her skin. Spreading her legs wider with my hands, I bend down to kiss each of her ass cheeks, before slipping my tongue between her folds once more. I love the ways she tastes, so much so that I can never get enough.

Ava rewards me with another moan as I travel from her slickness up to her ass cheeks, the stubble along my jaw grazing her soft skin.

“Stop torturing me,” she hisses and reaches around to grab my cock in her hand.

Guiding me inside her, she presses her cheek to the wooden desk, and glances over her shoulder at me, as I enter her. I grab hold of her shoulder with one hand and her hip with the other to keep her where I want her. And she continues to peek up at me, moaning my name. Just as her grip tightens on my cock, a knock on the door stops me in my tracks.

I was so consumed by the moment that I hadn’t realized how much time we had spent in this room. We’re in the middle of shift change. How stupid of me not to think this through. Fuck. This woman drives me to do stupid things that could cost us both.

“Maybe if we stay quiet they will go away,” Ava chokes out between breaths.

Raising my left arm, I peek at my watch and sigh. “No, I don’t think that will happen.” I pull out of Ava and quickly dispose of the condom.

The person on the other end of the door is definitely not leaving until we come out. Ava pushes her skirt down over her thighs and combs her fingers through her hair. She looks like a mess with how hard I had tugged her hair. Even her mascara is smudged from the tears that streamed down her face while she sucked my cock.

Looking around the room, my heart races as I try to come up with a solution. Then, it hits me. I’m still in my lab coat and scrubs. I can put a cap and mask on and exit with it covering most of my head and face. That should hopefully be enough to pretend as though I’m rushing out the door to answer a page. Well, it’s not like a surgeon would prepare this far in advance without taking all the necessary health and safety precautions, but I have no choice but to improvise.

For all the person on the other end of the door knows, I am a resident who practically lives in this room. I turn to Ava and she bites down on her lip, looking anxious.

“What’s the plan?” Ava asks me.

I lift my lab coat from the couch and remove the cap and mask from my pocket. I don’t make a habit of carrying them around with me, but I had stopped by the operating room on my way to my office to check on a patient. Thank God for that emergency stop.

“I’m going to run out of here, as if I’m late for a surgery, and you will stay behind. Tell whoever is on the other side that you were in here getting changed after your shift and that I came in here to grab my coat that I had left behind.”

“Okay,” she breathes, helping me tie the light blue cap at the back of my head. “I can do that. But that doesn’t explain why the door is locked.”

Once I get the mask and cap in place, I hook my arm around her back and pull her into my arms. “It will be okay. Just follow the plan. Call me when you get home and let me know how you made out. Don’t get nervous and tell the truth.”

“I know,” she says, with a smile. “I can handle this. Now, go before you get caught. Don’t worry about me.”

“It’s hard not to.” I release her from my grasp and head to the door.

Based on her appearance, I doubt the person on the other side will buy her story, but it will give me some time to make my escape.

“Hey, Doc,” she says, as my fingers graze the door knob.

I look over my shoulder at her. “Make sure you hide your name. It’s sewn into your pocket.”

Checking the breast of my lab coat, I grunt in frustration. It wouldn’t take much for someone to get a glimpse of my name and report it to someone in human resources. I mutter thank you under my breath and then open the door.

A balding man is standing in the hallway with his hands on his hips, eyeing me up. Judging by the color of his scrubs, he’s a resident and not important enough for me to care. But what if he recognizes me? Fuck. I cover my name and dart down the hall to my left, as he moves past me to get into the room.

Nervous for Ava, I wait until I reach the end of the hall, stopping before the elevator bank to see if she made her escape. A minute passes after the door closes over and still nothing. Now, I’m nervous. I have to go back for her, no matter what the risk.