Greyson
The moment I heard Sherry’s panicked voice echoing down the hall, I knew I had to sneak around to see what was going on. For a moment, I wasn’t sure if it was her or another patient. When my eyes landed on her, I knew something wasn’t right. Sherry’s eyes were wide, wider than normal for her. Not to mention the overuse of blinking, and drumming of her fingers against the glass was so fast it was as if she was typing a story for the waiting room. She needed rescuing, and I was going to waltz in like a knight in shining armor—or jeans—but that’s not the point. She came to me, and that’s all that matters. I haven’t witnessed this Sherry yet. The normal one is bubbly and fast paced, or sacked out asleep – this version is one on speed. Once I closed the door and sat with her long enough, I figured it out and knew what to do. I mean, I’m a doctor after all, so of course, this is why she came to me. That was the only thing running through my head when I went to fetch her a bottle of water and crackers from the kitchen. It wasn’t until she started coming down that I couldn’t hold back anymore. In that moment, I knew I couldn’t wait any longer to taste her lips. There was no way I was letting her leave without the feel of her soft skin touching mine.
I should’ve waited to claim her mouth after work because ever since I watched her leave my office today, she’s all I can think about. Try sitting in a small room with patients blabbing along about stuff that I am not focused on today. I’ve glanced at my watch so many times since her departure that my stare could’ve broken the glass and caused time to stand still. She mentioned that she had something to do after work tonight, which also means I have no idea when she’ll return home. Instead of pacing the foyer of the building, I decide to head to the gym to work some frustrations out. The more I picture her today, the faster my feet pound the belt of the treadmill. It fuels my speed and my need to get her out of my head. I’ve got to pull it together before our date tomorrow, or I’m never going to make it through the drive.
Falling against the rails of the machine, I slow my breathing as I pass the point of return. My chest is on fire from the lack of air. Sweat is pouring from my body, and I can’t believe I forgot to bring a workout towel down with me. Instead of grabbing one from the rack, I pull my shirt off and run it over my face enough to allow me to open my eyes and stop the sweat from running down into my eyes. Satisfied that I can walk out of here and head upstairs, I gather my stuff and leave.
Shirtless, sweaty, and regaining a normal breathing rhythm, I hear a familiar laugh approaching. I pivot toward the sound, allowing my eyes to adjust to the way she’s walking and not to mention how her friend Ava’s face is bunched up as if they’ve shared a not so friendly moment together.
“Evening, ladies,” I say right as the doors open to the elevator.
“Hi, Greyson,” Ava responds as she nudges Sherry in the shoulder.
“Evening,” is all Sherry says in return. I eye her cautiously. The lack of enthusiasm has me questioning if our kiss today was too much. My back hits the cool metal across from her as I position myself perfectly to be able to watch her. To take in her stance, the way her cheeks are flushed. It doesn’t get past me the way Ava is snickering in the corner when I glance her direction. When my eyes land back on Sherry, it’s at the perfect time. Her tongue darts out, wetting her plump lips that I’ve had the pleasure to taste and wet myself. I shift my body weight to my left side, adjusting myself as I try to play it off that I’m wiping the sweat from my chest. Her breath hitches, alerting me to the fact that me standing here, shirtless, is affecting my sweet Sherry girl.
“Good workout?” Ava asks, breaking the tension within the small space.
“It was enough. Did y’all have a good evening?”
“I’m pretty sure if it wasn’t it will be now,” Ava says, walking past me and out the elevator doors.
“Good night, Sherry,” I say with a wink and watch the crimson color snake up her throat to her cheeks. She slows her pace as she steps off and turns her face back toward me. “Good Night, Greyson.”
Just like that, she’s gone, and I’m headed to my apartment where a cold shower is calling my name, or where I might be calling her name in the privacy of my apartment. Either way, relief needs to come and come soon. Ignoring my phone that’s buzzing, I head straight to the shower, cranking up the temperature to relieve the tension in my shoulders. The need to have both hot and cold water is overwhelming. I don’t know which would be better at this moment. Fighting the urge to turn the handle to the blue icy side, I snatch the soap off the ledge. Lathering the bar between my hands, I rub them against my skin and work my way down my legs and back up the other. Before I know it, my hand is gripping my cock hard, spinning the suds around and around as I allow my eyes to close. My mind goes straight to thoughts of Sherry. I picture how soft her skin was against mine today. How her blue eyes light up any room she’s in, and the way I picture her lying beneath me as I make love to her. At this point, I’ll take her how I can get her. Whether it’s quick, to get the release that we both yearn for. Or, whether it’s slow and meditated with every movement we make together. Bracing one hand on the tile, I lean my head down and watch as my pace quickens. My grip wraps around my cock in a steady motion until I finally reach my release. Letting out a loud moan, I allow my head to land on the tile now, bracing me from falling over. It’s been ages since I’ve had that powerful of a release. If this is what it takes to make it through my days and nights until I can have her, then that’s what it’ll take.
After finishing up in the shower, I dry off before wrapping the towel around my waist. Padding through my empty apartment, I find my phone still buzzing on the kitchen counter. Opening, I notice I have a few texts from Sherry. It seems I’ll never get her off my mind.
Sherry: Thank you for the help this morning. I promise I’m not usually that weird. Well, maybe a little.
Sherry: Okay, I might have scared you off. Sorry in advance for my weirdness.
Sherry: Well, this is weird, but are we still on for tomorrow? Last one, I promise.
I should make her wait, but since she’s all I’ve thought about today, I give in.
Me: I’m glad I could help, and you’re welcome in my office anytime.
Me: You couldn’t scare me, unless you turned into a big bad scary wolf, then we might have problems. LOL.
Me: Aren’t we all a tiny bit weird? Yes, we are on for tomorrow. I’m looking forward to it.
Me: Oh, besides pizza what do you like? I need to make plans or at least come up with a grand gesture.
I send the last one and wait as I stare at the screen for that stupid bubble that’ll pop up. When I notice she’s not responding right away, I grab a beer from the fridge and pop the top. Right as the cold liquid slams against my taste buds, I hear a knock at the door. Glancing down, I take in the fact that I’m still in my towel and run back to my room for a pair of shorts. With no time for boxers, I slide the basketball shorts up my long legs before heading back out to see who is on the other side knocking.
Not bothering to look through the peephole, I open the door wide as I’m welcoming the stranger into my world.
“Hi, well, I thought maybe we could you know… Talk, or I don’t know… Maybe I should go,” Sherry stumbles over her words as she bounces back and forth on each foot, twisting her fingers together. I hesitate longer than I should as I enjoy watching her fret.
“Come on in, want a beer or something? I might have a soda.”
“Sure, I’ll take a beer.” Her voice echoes through my half-empty apartment. When I turn around from the fridge, I notice how she’s hopped up on one side of the barstools and is resting her chin in her hand, watching me.
“How was your day?” I ask, handing her the bottle.
“It was okay. Of course, you know how it started; it just went downhill from that moment.” She shrugs it off like it’s no big deal, but I can tell something’s bothering her.
“How’d the showing go? Did something happen?”
“That’s a big fat joke. People with money suck and think they are entitled to everything and anyone.” I’m taken back from the last statement.
“What do you mean, entitled to anyone? Did something happen today, Sherry?”
“Calm down, big guy, I handled it, and if it would have gotten out of control, I’d have sprayed him.”
“Out of control? Sprayed him? Who are you and what happened?”
“He thought I would be willing to sell the places like June did, but I quickly shut him down which led to us walking inside each showing and then turning right back around and leaving. No words… No I hate it, I love it, or hey this is great. UGH, I think June is pissed, but I’m not that way.”
I move around the counter closer to her. When I’m within arm’s reach, I jet out my hand and wipe the hair off her face before I slide my hand down to her chin to lift it toward me.
Satisfied that she can see me when I say this, I continue. “You don’t deserve that kind of treatment, and if that’s the kind of place she’s running, you need a new job.”
“I don’t think she’s that way, I think it’s just with him or it’s him in general,” Sherry answers with a shrug.
“Did he touch you? Lord help me if he did,” I say, sounding angrier than intended.
“Calm the F down, I said I was fine. Now let’s change the subject.”
“Alright, but I’m just saying.”
“You claiming me or something,” she says with sass.
“I just might be; I mean, maybe this morning wasn’t enough to get you out of my system.”
Right as the last word is out of my mouth, Sherry moves closer to me and drags her nails against my naked chest.
I let out a loud gulp and prepare to try control myself. When all I really want to do is to lean her against this bar and have my wicked way with her body.