Rick Sexed Up the Doc (2 page)

“Perfect. The one on forty eighth?” Rick asked. It was right by a sports bar so they could extend the night there, or his house. Or Brian’s house.

“Yes. See you at eight,” Brian replied, grinning. “I have to get back in. The remodel slows down when the boss isn’t in.”

Rick’s ego was riding an all time high. Brian bragging about being the boss sealed it. Rick needed the boost. His fiancé, Anne, had undermined his confidence in his sexuality and in his profession. He grimaced as he remembered her parting shot.

***

“You’re okay in bed, babe, but not good enough to make up for the lack of diamonds.” She had undermined him progressively, mostly with passive-aggressive comments. She put him down under the guise of helping him. “You look fine, but…” There was always a “but” involved.

He did his best and had to admit, following some of her guidelines, he had started to feel better about himself. However, those had been the suggestions in the beginning.

She had lived with him while going to school to become a doctor. As soon as she had successfully garnered a place on the hospital staff and her first check deposited in the bank, she had flat out told him he had to quit his job—painting. Her salary was enough, she’d said. She would give him everything he needed, food, clothes, golf clubs, to be her househusband.

When he had argued that building him a studio would give him what he wanted and still allow him to support her emotionally and by having dinners ready on long nights, her true feelings had shown. “I allowed you to keep your dirty hobby because you did make some money and having art on the walls is prestigious. However, now I can afford
real
art.”

That comment stung, but he had considered it. After all, he had only made a couple thousand dollars over the year at his art. Their main support had been his job waiting tables at the Red Robin. However, he realized, she had her dream, he had paid for her care while she strived for it, and there was nothing wrong with going after his own. She had disagreed.

***

He revved the engine of his Harley a little more than was necessary.
Damn, it feels good to be wanted.

Two years later, he still worked part time as a waiter, dated here and there, and sold his artwork across the world through online resources. Not as well as he would like, but well enough he could get away with one part time job to pay his main bills. After all, he didn’t need a fancy house to impress
his
friends.

Chapter Two

Nelda’s feet scraped the floor as she left the hospital. It had been a rough delivery. The infant and mother placed in intensive care.
Two in a row.
She’d hardly recovered from last night’s emergency deliver. As much as medicine had going for it, it still couldn’t keep up with Mother Nature.

She heard her name as she passed the lobby on her way out the door. Rick. She nearly wept with relief. The clock said an hour later than she’d agreed to have lunch with him. Barely able to hope he might still be interested in lunch, or a new date for lunch, she was surprised to see him. She hadn’t imagined he would wait for her or be intuitive enough to know she would be at the hospital and not her office. She needed fuel. Not just food.

When he caught up with her, she grabbed the lapels of his jacket and pulled him in for a hard kiss. Not giving any quarter, she ran her tongue along his lips until he opened his mouth for her attack. As quickly as she started, she backed off.

“Take me home,” she whispered.

“Your place or mine?”

“Mine. I need to go home,” she said. Thankfully, he didn’t hesitate, but ushered her out and to his car.

“I brought my car instead of my bike because I thought you might be too tired.”

She had to appreciate a man who thought ahead.

“When you’re ready to talk about it, I’m a good listener,” Rick said, taking her hand in his. He stroked the top back and forth in a soothing gesture, which made her want him all the more.

“It was rough,” she admitted after a few minutes. She pointed directions to her home. “I need some good, hard sex. You up to it?”

The muscle in his jaw flexed, his mouth opened, and his breath quickened. She waited for the verbal answer to the one she saw on his face. “Yes,” he said, his voice cracking. “But, I should tell you, I’m bisexual.”

“So,” she said pointedly. She felt a pang of regret for the pain he had to have suffered from some people who couldn’t handle it and caused him to bring it up the way he did. But she was making a point.

“So,” he said, and fell silent.

“Good. Now we have that settled, pull in here,” she said when they reached her duplex. He followed behind her and waited with his body barely touching hers while she unlocked the door. She should have felt crowded, instead her body reacted to his nearness as if they had already had sex. Wetness pooled between her legs, and she fumbled with her keys and dropped them.

He backed up just enough to give her room to bend over, then grabbed her hips. “I’m ready for you,” he whispered, as he made sure she felt his erection. Loving the size she could feel through his jeans, she snatched up her keys and this time got the key into the lock.

She dragged him in and swiftly pushed him against the door, kissing him fiercely. Their tongues met in an explosion of revelry and she stripped him of his leather jacket, dropping it to the floor. His kisses melted her and her lips sought more of them. She ran her hands through the back of his hair, liking how the little bit of length gave her purchase to hold his head pressed to hers. Personally, she was not a true Dom or sub, but a mixture of moods.

Right now she needed, wanted, to be the one in control. “Come with me,” she said, tugging at his hands when she released his lips long enough for air. “My bedroom.”

He followed her and when she glanced back at his face, she saw heat in his eyes, which scorched her straight down to her clit. The last few steps to her bedroom seemed to take an hour and not a few seconds. She pushed him down on her bed, straddled him, and swiftly unbuttoned his shirt.

She spread the two front halves and stroked a finger lightly across his chest, closing her eyes as the sensation of his skin worked its way to her brain. She opened them again when his hands cupped her breasts through her clothes.

Both of them had way too much fabric in the way.

He apparently had the same thought because he put his hands under her spring cashmere sweater and drew it up over her head, leaving her creamy lace and silk bra marking her breasts as targets for his feasting eyes. He dipped one finger under the silk and circled one peak. She leaned over and flicked her tongue over his nipple, and he took advantage of her position to release the back hooks of her bra strap.

She laughed low as her breasts sprang from their confinement to fill his large hands. He caressed her breasts, until her nipples were hard pointed peaks, then rubbed the tips between his thumb and middle fingers. Her moans filled the room, joined by his as she began rocking against him through their pants.

His hands fell to her waist and after briefly playing with her gold and diamond navel ring, he unfastened the waist button and pulled the zipper down. She did the same for his jeans and moved down his legs as she pulled his pants and boxers off at the same time. She kicked her slacks off and crawled back up his body, her movements sinuous as a cat. She swayed her breasts against his thighs as she moved.

Her lips strolled across the head of his dick, kissing it, and trailing kisses to the base of him. His muscles tensed under her and his shaft jerked with each kiss. Feeling the power of being a woman, she reached back and unclasped her hair.

In a swift movement, he bucked her off him, flipped her to her back, and pinned her under him. He fisted his hands in her hair and kissed down her neck, nipping and sucking until she writhed under him. He moved his hands back to her nipples, this time kneading harder, then lightly pinching her nipples.

He gentled his touch, kept one hand fisted in her hair, and took a taut peak in his mouth and sucked hard. Her back arched into him and she started panting. He poured the same attention to her other nipple, continued to hold her head still, and suckled. Hard. He nipped and sucked until her pussy dripped. Despite her initial feelings of wanting to be in control, she wanted him to thoroughly storm her gates as he had her tits.

As if he heard her wishes, his free hand moved to where the heat in her centered. His thumb parted her vulva and dipped into her slick cream, then rubbed her clit in mini round strokes. His middle finger dipped in as he changed the circular motion to an up and down one. It felt good, but she wanted more. Hard and fast and now.

He pulled his hand away from her and reached across her for something on her nightstand. The condom. She wiggled as he used his teeth to open it, and didn’t take his other hand out of her hair. His shaft was now rubbing against her clit as he moved, the heat searing her. When he stopped, her hips started to impatiently move against him. He took the condom out of its packaging to place it on his dick.

He rolled the protection down, her eyes following his hand that had been stroking her. She reached her hand out to help him unroll the condom. As soon as it covered his length, his hips moved a little ways from her as he positioned himself. His hand guided him to the entrance of her dripping wet pussy. When his dick lined up, he pushed in an inch, and moved his hand to her clit. He used the pad of his thumb to rub against the engorged portion. He lengthened his stroke, slowly moving about halfway in before retreating.

She tried to push for more, she wanted to be fucked, but he made her wait. When her stomach started to tighten, he plunged deep, over and over. She nearly came off the bed in a series of small spasms as her orgasm ripped through her. He never let go of her hair, just pushed harder into her, not letting her come down off the orgasm.

Tremors rocked through her and still he pounded, the sound of skin hitting skin filling the room in time with their heavy breathing. He pulled his hand out of her hair and covered her throat with his hands, his thumb holding her jawbone.

He smiled as she moaned again, then put her left leg so her calf rested on his shoulder. He then deepened the strokes, harder he pushed, driving her need up, spiraling. His long dick was thick, stretching her, and stroking her.

She could barely breathe and her stomach clenched in knots with each stroke into her pussy, her orgasm never really going away. Out of nowhere, it started spiking high again, and she tightened around him ready for her big orgasm.

Faster he pushed into her, holding her ankle so tight she would likely have bruises. His breathing matched hers and sensations of color burst through her as he shouted and she followed him over the edge, helped on by his continuous pumps.

He pulled out gently, moved off the bed, and stepped into the bathroom to throw the condom away. Exhausted she pulled a sheet over her. “That was fantastic,” she purred.

“Thanks,” he said, and leaned over and kissed her forehead. “I love quick lunches. Hope we can do this again soon.” He winked at her as he got his clothes on. “I’ll call you to set up an appointment doc.”

She laughed at his joke and appreciated his understanding in needing her space now that the storm had blown over. She had to reflect on her patient and what more to do if things didn’t improve. She began replaying the morning’s delivery in her head as she got dressed and was in full doctor mode before heading out the door again.

Chapter Three

Rick hoped he had done the right thing leaving her so fast after sex. He knew women liked to cuddle, but she had needed release, not a listener. If she had needed to talk, she would have started in the car when he gave her the opening. If he were wrong, well, the quickie had been good and he would be sorry he couldn’t have more.

Once home, he set a timer to remind him to clean up for his date with Brian tonight. Excitement hummed through him.
Months without even a date and I have two in one day
. Picking up a paintbrush and his palette, he started painting on the blank canvas.

When he finished, he stepped back to stare at it, checking for composition and color. His passion, his excitement, his conflicting feelings over seeing a man, all expressed on the abstract piece. Normally a realist painter, it was a far cry from his other works. Still, he liked the feel of it and decided to keep it rather than scrape it down.

He cleaned his brushes and started to plan his next painting, when the buzzer on his kitchen timer went off. A huge grin split his concentration. After quickly showering, he shaved and dressed in record time. He chose to take his bike rather than the car. He reached the restaurant a few minutes early, and sat on his bike, watching for Brian to arrive.

Brian’s large truck rumbled into the lot. The light coming in through the back window emphasized his broad shoulders. Rick got off his bike and walked to the front door to wait for Brian. Now that he’d had his noon quickie with Nelda, he felt more relaxed and limber.

Until he saw Brian walk toward him.

The man oozed sexuality just by breathing. Tight thighs shown off by the black jeans and cowboy boots, the pecs of steel showed off by a plain white T-shirt.
Are those
piercings making the bumps under his shirt?
And gorgeous skin caressed chiseled jaw bones Rick hoped to touch one day didn’t hurt the impression.

“Hi, Brian,” Rick said as his date approached, and opened the door for him. Judging by the flicker of surprise in the dark brown eyes, Brian didn’t get the courtesy very often. The hostess settled them at a table. Rick waited until their waitress came with their menus and took their drink orders.

“Where are you from?” Rick asked. He could be wrong, but Brian didn’t seem like he came from Washington, although Rick couldn’t quite pinpoint why.

Brian flashed him a teasing grin. “I’m not from around these here parts,” he said in a southern drawl.

Rick grinned back. “
That’s
what it is,” he replied. “Your drawl is hardly noticeable, but a few words are still there. It’s very sexy,” he added boldly, testing the waters.

“So I’ve been told,” Brian said huskily. “I’ve also been told I have a silver tongue.”

Rick’s cock sprang up at his words. He would like to see if Brian’s tongue could produce cream. “I hope I get a chance to find out,” he said.

Their waitress arrived with their drinks. “It’s looking good so far.” Brian smiled and took the drink given to him. The waitress pinked up and Rick grinned at her. She was cute, flashing green eyes and red hair, but Rick knew Brian had not been referring to the waitress.