SLOAN

After I pour Ava a glass of wine and grab a beer for myself, I sit next to her on the couch. She takes a sip and looks over at me, as if she’s nervous, before pounding the rest of her drink. I just fucked her on the roof at The Sixth Floor. Why is she acting so shy now that I have her inside my apartment? She did the same thing on Thursday night at the Fountain Bar.

Ava’s blue eyes are wide and somewhat distant, almost as if she’s deep in thought. A beat passes where I drink from my beer, and Ava bites the inside of her cheek. She’s adorable in a hot-mess-I want-to-bend-over-this-couch kind of way. Her enormous tits are popping out from the top of her tight red dress, drawing my attention to one of her best assets.

“So this is your place,” she mutters after a long pause. “It’s beautiful.” Her eyes roam around the room as she takes in her surroundings. “Fancy. You must be a good surgeon.”

I want to laugh at her comment but stop myself. My apartment occupies a large portion of the twenty-first floor, making it more of a house than the rest of the oversized luxury condos on the lower floors.

“The best,” I say, sliding next to her so that our thighs are touching. “I told you I was good with my hands.”

“Don’t I know it?” She shoves her face into her wine glass and holds the stem with both hands, drinking the last of it in one big sip.

I reach for her glass, and my fingers brush against hers. “Do you want more?”

“Are you trying to get me drunk so that you can get me into your bed?” She laughs.

“I don’t need to get you drunk to get you naked.” I flash one of my boyish smiles at her and slide my hand up her inner thigh. “I already had you. I didn’t even have to buy you a drink to shove my cock in that tight pussy.”

She sucks in a deep breath and lets it out. “No, you didn’t. You know, I never do stuff like this.”

I want to roll my eyes or laugh so fucking bad. “You keep telling me that. If I had a dollar for every time I’ve heard that, I’d be rich.”

She stills at my side and clutches the stem of the glass with both hands. “I hate to break it to you, but you are rich. So you must hear that a lot.”

This time, I laugh. Not at her but with her. “I do okay.”

She scrunches her nose at me in confusion and eyes up the long glass window that overlooks the Delaware River. “Right. Because everyone in Philly can afford to live in this building.”

Choosing to ignore her comment, I peel her fingers from the glass one at a time, holding her gaze. “More wine?”

She bites down on her bottom lip and then licks her lips. “Why not?”

It’s cute how nervous she is around me. Ava has an innocence about her that almost makes me feel as if I am in medical school again.

I take my time in the kitchen, even though she can see me from the living room. Ava needs a second to get used to me. Used to being inside my apartment. Most girls are either overwhelmed by my success or cling to me in hopes that I will be their next sugar daddy. Not gonna happen.

With an open floor plan that overlooks the city, the entire apartment has a perfect view of Penn’s Landing and the bright lights that light up the bridge to New Jersey. Ava’s eyes travel between the wall of windows and me. I smile in her direction, hoping to lighten the mood. She was so forward on the roof, so willing and eager to take my cock. Now, she’s acting different. Maybe I should have fucked her one last time and parted ways.

Walking toward her, with our drinks in hand, I wait for her to meet my gaze, and smile. She returns the gesture, the corners of her mouth turning up into a lopsided grin.

I hand her the glass. “Drink up.”

She pinches the stem between her fingers. “Do I get a tour or what? This place is so big it should come with a map.”

I sink into the cushion next to her and laugh. “The only tour I want to give you is of my bedroom.”

She sips from the glass this time, instead of pounding it. “That’s the tour I was looking for anyway.”

“Good, because it’s the one I am giving.”

I scoot closer to her on the couch and clasp her wrist to feel her pulse race. Every day, I repeat the same task at work. Feeling someone’s life force through my fingertips, the blood flowing through their veins, reminds me that I am still alive. I survived so I that I could save lives.

Still holding onto her wrist, I count the beats as her heart rate quickens. “You don’t have to be so nervous around me, Ava. I’m not going to bite. Not unless you want me to.”

“I liked that.” She turns her head to the side, away from me, exposing her neck to me. Ava runs her fingers along her soft skin. “I’d like you to bite me right here. Again. While you fuck me.”

“Is that so?” I lean down to plant a kiss on her neck, taking in her delicious scent. She smells of apricot and something else I cannot place and good enough to eat. Grazing my teeth along her soft skin, I tease her until a soft moan escapes her lips. “Right now?” I nibble at her neck and hold her chin in my hand, feeling her body tremble.

“Especially now,” she says under her breath. Ava moves her hand from her thigh to mine and her fingers creep slowly up to my growing erection. “One more time, and then we’ll go our separate ways. I start a new job on Monday. I don’t have time for relationships or anything else. So fuck me. Give me the best orgasm of my life, something I will remember.”

I sit back, stare into her bright blue eyes, and watch her chest rise and fall with each breath she takes.

One-night stands are easier in my line of work. I’m never home, have zero time for anything outside of the hospital, and prefer to keep human interactions to a bare minimum. Much like sex, saving lives requires a special set of skills. After years of practice in both areas, I have learned a thing or two about both. And I’m about to show Ava once more how well I can use my hands. This time, I get to take my time with her.

Ava licks her lips. Then, she climbs onto my lap with hunger in her eyes and hooks her legs around my back, taking my bottom lip in her mouth, before she slips her tongue inside. Where I’m normally calm and in control, Ava is wild and aggressive. But I am always in charge. I palm the back of her head and thread my fingers through her hair, tugging as I deepen the kiss.

She moans and rocks her hips against my cock that is begging to be free from these pants. With my other hand, I flip open the button, pull down the zipper, and stroke myself. Her lips break away from mine and her gaze lowers. I lean back against the sofa, and Ava watches me for a second, before she takes over, replacing my big hand with both of hers.

I clutch her waist and groan, tilting my head back against the cushion. “I want to come in your mouth.”

She slides off me, right between my legs, and gets on her knees. Resuming the hold she had on my cock, Ava leans forward to lick the tip. As her tongue glides along my skin, I groan from the pure pleasure. Ava’s eyes widen when she sits back on her heels, about to shove my cock into her mouth, and takes in my size. She already felt every inch of me when she was milking my cock with her pussy. I’ve had the same reaction from plenty of women. But Ava looks like she’s up for the challenge. Staring up at me, she sucks in a deep breath, and then wraps her lips around me until the tip of my cock makes contact with the back of her throat.

I twist her hair through my fingers, holding Ava where I want her when she finds the perfect rhythm. My actions tell her not to stop, and she obeys me. Like a good girl. Her mouth is so warm, and the purring sound she makes only adds to the sensation. It doesn’t take long before the pressure builds, and I find my release.

Ava barely has enough time to swallow before my hands are on her again. I pull her up by her arms and push her onto the couch. Her back lands flat against a pillow that she strips from beneath her. Still high from Ava’s lips wrapped around my cock and the look of greed in her eyes as she swallowed my cum, I get undressed in a hurry.

After throwing my clothes on the floor, making a pile behind me, I climb on top of Ava, separating her thighs with my hand. The tight spandex dress she has on allows me easy access.

“Bad girl,” I say, locking onto her, as she rubs her pussy against my hand. “You left the house without wearing any panties. If you were mine, you’d dress like this all the time.”

She sucks in a ragged breath. “Panties didn’t go with the outfit. You should be happy.”

“I’m happy all right. I was happy on the roof, and I sure as fuck am now. Less to take off.” I push her dress up further, exposing her slick folds to the cold air. “So wet for me.” I drag my finger along her slickness to tease her, and she moans.

“Stop torturing me, Doc.”

Ava’s eyes have a palpable hunger in them. She’s impatient, so much so that she grabs my hand and shoves my fingers insider her.

“You have to learn some self-control. You have a lot to learn, little one.”

“I’m not as young as you think,” she hisses. Clutching my hand, she rocks her hips in a rhythmic motion.

Thrusting another finger into her slick pussy, her juices coat my fingers, making my dick hard again. She’s so fucking tight. I’m used to setting rules and taking what I want, all while knowing I have no intention to have a repeat. But Ava was different. I knew at the hotel that she wouldn’t be a clinger, and I liked that about her.

I let my usual guard down more because of her demeanor. This is just sex, as it should be. I have no time or desire for a relationship. Dating takes too much work.

Ava tightens her grip on my fingers, forcing me to work harder. Her lips crash against mine, and her tongue slips inside my mouth. She pulls my head closer, stroking my jaw with her thumb. Trembling beneath me, Ava’s muscles clench around me, and her juices coat my skin. I break away from her long enough to taste her, before dragging my finger along her lips.

I grip Ava by the hips, and she climbs onto my lap, her knees digging into the couch and her thighs molding around mine. Not wanting to waste another second, I push the straps of her dress down her shoulders, the fabric so tight it’s practically glued onto her skin. I grab her tits in my hands, getting more than a handful’s worth, and suck on her nipples.

Ava runs her hands over my abs, staring at the dark ink on my chest and arms. She reaches between us to grab hold of my cock. Making a fist around me, she slides her hand up my length. I suck in a deep breath. Clamping my hand around hers, telling her to stop, she locks onto me and nods as if she understands. I lean over the side of the couch and reach into the pocket of my pants to retrieve a foil packet. Quickly, I tear it open and roll the condom on, before lifting her up just enough to lower her onto my cock.

This time, I ease into her slowly, giving her time to adjust to my size. Ava bites down on her bottom lip and closes her eyes.

She opens her eyes and digs her nails into my shoulders. “Harder, Doc.”

I slide in and out of her, careful not to hurt her too much, before I pick up the pace, my movements so in sync as I grip her hips and fuck her. With Ava, I could go all night, pumping faster, as the sweat trickles down my forehead with each thrust. We lock eyes, as another earth-shattering orgasm owns her body. I groan from the sexy look on her face and the moans that escape her lips, and then my entire body trembles.

I thrust into her a few more times before I kiss her, slow and passionate as if we made love instead of fucked. After I leave a trail of kisses along her chest, I slide her off me and onto the couch next to me, ready for more.

“Damn,” Ava says, gasping for air. She glances down at my cock that’s still hard and wrapped in latex. “You should probably go take care of that so you can come back and fuck me again before I leave.”

Definitely not a clinger.

Excited by the offer of another round with Ava and knowing she will leave without any issues, I get up from the sofa and stare down at her. She’s gorgeous and so fucking young. With her legs spread wide and her naked body glistening with sweat and toned to perfection, I could admire Ava all night.

I like her, and that doesn’t happen often. Most of my encounters with women occurred in an on-call room between shifts. That can’t happen anymore—not when I’m going to be the boss.

Without another word, I walk toward the bathroom, thinking of all the dirty things I’d like to do with Ava before I send her home. I have all of five hours before I start my new job. It’s hard to believe I landed this position at such a young age. I should get some sleep, or at the very least prepare myself for the day to come. But I’m greedy and need more of Ava. For whatever reason, I am not ready to send her home.