Rebound (8 page)

With one deep breath, I asked him,
“What are we doing here? I shouldn’t be here. I’m your patient. I’m
sure there are rules against this. Right?” I couldn’t even look him
in the eyes. He sighed audibly. Not answering, he stopped gliding
me over him. He leaned away from me, his hard-on softening slightly
with the cold splash of reality that I had thrown at
him.

“
I didn’t say ‘stop’.” I
whined. He laughed. I laughed. It broke the tension.

“
I like you. I’m attracted
to you. When I saw you yesterday . . . dancing with your friends .
. . dancing on your friend, I couldn’t stay away from you.” He said
softly in my ear, blowing warm air. The hairs on the back of my
neck rose up, goose bumps stood at attention, and a flurry of
nerves coursed through my belly. I smiled. Internally, I beamed
because I’ve never had a man reveal his feelings. Since divorcing
Ben, I’d been caught in a game with men that I was attracted to.
They were aloof, acted like we were buddies, but never showing any
interest in me as a desirable woman. I’d never considered myself
attractive to any point of desirable.

“
How did you learn to
dance like that?” He inquired. I smiled at him and began kissing
him again, avoiding that question and wanting to make him hard
again. He held me in his arms. My legs still wrapped around him, he
walked. I pulled away from his mouth again, looking in his
eyes.

“
What are you doing? I’m
too heavy for you to carry. I’ll walk.” I breathlessly
chastised.

“
Shut up.” He said before
kissing me again. Carrying me toward his room, he held me tight to
his chest, compressing the air in my body. It was the first time
I’d been carried for sex.

It was a short walk from the living
area to his bedroom. While my arms were around his neck, his hands
glided down to my ass. He squatted down and lowered me onto the
left side of the bed where I’d discovered him sleeping earlier. The
room was still dark. He pried my arms off his neck, gave me a kiss,
and walked to the window. I watched him as he peeled the curtains
back from one end to the other. What the . . . he wasn’t serious?
He wanted light? He turned to me and saw the curious look on my
face.

“
I want to see you. All of
you. I don’t want you lulled into sleepiness in this dark room. I
want you alert and attentive to me.” He walked over, and kissed me
deeply. “You’re beautiful. Sexy. I want you. Bad.” He pressed his
leg into my closed legs and gently pried them open. He leaned over
and reached for my waist, pulling up the white cotton shirt and
slipped it off, exposing my lace covered breasts.

He looked at my breasts, covered by
the lacy fabric of my bra, and groaned as he lowered his lips to
kiss my full cleavage. He cupped them, fondling my nipples. His
long fingers grasped at my ribcage and he picked me up slightly and
pushed me back further onto the bed. I unclipped my bra, freeing my
breasts so he could kiss and suck them. He tried to lay me down,
but I put my hand up to his chest to stop him.

“
Do you have protection?”
I asked nervously. I couldn’t let passion overtake me and make me
lose my common sense.

“
Yes, of course, right in
the drawer.” He motioned to the nightstand on his side of the bed.
“You’re also on the pill, right?” Seeing the puzzled look on my
face, he responded, “I’ve seen your medical records, remember? I
know which medications you’re on.” He offered. Did he commit my
history to memory? I shook the thought out of my mind. The fact
that there is protection calmed my anxious nerves.

I nodded yes to his question. When I
reached for the drawer, he put his hand on my arm, and asked, “Are
you sure you’re ready for us to do this?” In response, I pulled the
drawer knob open, and reached in for a packet. I felt a few under
my fingers. My index and middle finger pressed on one foil. I
pulled it out of the drawer, closing it with my foot. As I brought
the packet to my mouth to rip it open, he leaned down to kiss the
side of my mouth.

I ripped open the package, revealing
half of the condom. I tucked it between my two fingers and reached
both my hands to his boxers. I slipped my thumbs at the elastic on
his hips and pulled down gently, freeing his massive cock. I was
taken aback. I lightly ran my fingers along the length of his
girth, and it twitched under my caress. I’d felt his cock, but
seeing it free and large was a different experience. I gently
gripped his hard cock while bringing the edge of the foil to my
teeth. I looked up at him and saw desire in his eyes. He watched as
I pulled out the condom from the package, holding the reservoir
between my two fingers. I kissed his tip, gave a little lick,
feeling it jump in my hand. He groaned when I took his cock in my
mouth and began to suck and stroke his hard shaft with my left
hand.

He touched my upper arms and shoulders
with the tips of his fingers, lightning shooting through my body at
his gentle touch. While I bobbed up and down on his hot cock, my
free hand grabbed his ass. He rocked his groin to and fro into my
mouth as he held my head in his hands. His hands held my hair,
urging me to continue sucking him. He groaned as I licked the
underside of his shaft, and I looked up to watch his head thrown
back in ecstasy. I teased his head with my tongue, and took him in
again gently squeezing his sack.

When I brought him to the point of
frenzy, he asked, “Put the condom on, please. I want to be inside
you.” I slowly rolled the condom on with my two fingers, putting
slight pressure as I went from tip to base. I lay with my head to
the headboard and I pulled my panties down my hips. He stroked my
thighs as he watched my legs flexed to pull them off of my feet.
The act reminded me of his examination and how he lightly touched
me as he contorted my legs. I wanted him so much then and to think
we’re ready to fulfill my fantasy.

I pulled him to me, opening my legs to
receive him. His hard cock pressed on my mound. We kissed
passionately. When I felt him take hold of his penis and stroke the
head to the passage of my channel, my hips rose up to guide him in.
As soon as I felt the tip enter my wet, needy channel, his cell
phone rang.

“
Fuck!” He growled when he heard the third ring of the phone.
He pulled the inch out and leapt off of me. He grabbed his phone
from the night stand and looked at the caller id. He answered
gruffly. The conversation volleyed back and forth. I tried not to
listen in on the call. I rose up and covered my breasts with my
arms, feeling a chill that rose my flesh up in goosebumps. He
looked at me and smiled slightly. His eyes were no longer dark with
hunger for me, but gentle and apologetic for the interruption. I
smiled reassuringly. He turned away from me, his muscular buttocks
inches away from my face. This was not the time to bite his ass, I
reasoned with myself.

He walked around the bed. I saw that
his hard-on had deflated. And even in his flaccid state, he was
large. He’d taken off the condom, which informed me that there
would be no sex. I grabbed my bra and proceeded to put it on. I
stood up and found the t-shirt on the floor, putting it on to cover
myself. He went to the dresser beside his bed, on the side where I
slept, and pulled a couple of drawers. He retrieved underwear and
socks from one. The second drawer contained his scrub tops and
bottoms. He tucked all under his arm while still talking to the
caller.

When I finally started listening in on
the conversation, I heard Dashing say, “I’ll be there in 20.” He
hung up the phone and threw it on the bed. He turned to me and
said, “I’ve gotta go to the hospital. I have to do rounds. One of
my patients has a fever this morning and we’re concerned about
infection . . .”

“
Oh, I’ll get dressed and
leave.” I said standing up, looking around for my dress and
shoes.

“
No, I don’t want you to
leave.”

“
What?”

“
I want you to stay. I’ll
be back in a couple of hours. We can have lunch when I get back.
Make yourself at home. I have to shower, and run.” He walked into
the master bathroom just beside ‘my side’ of the room.

What could I say to his request? No, I
can’t stay. I have a lot of things to do like: laundry; cleaning my
small little studio apartment; sleep some more because I woke up
way earlier than I ever do on my one day off in the week. I’d
intended to do absolutely nothing today. And while staying here to
get guaranteed sex is tempting, if he leaves now, my feeling of
sexual liberation will be squashed. I put on my panties, and sat on
the bed, waiting for him to exit the bathroom.

I heard the shower turn off. A few
minutes later, he walked out dressed in crisp scrubs. His hair was
long and wet, looking so delectable. I wondered if I’d have the
courage to rip them off of him when he returns. To stay out of his
way, I remained on the bed, waiting for any further words or
instructions.

“
Make yourself at home.
I’ll be back as soon as I’m done. The TV remote is right there. You
can have anything in the fridge.” He grabbed his wallet. “My
phone?” I reached over and handed him his phone, which he’d thrown
on the bed. I could tell he was flustered. Blue balls will do that
to a man.

He leaned over me and gave me a strong
kiss on the lips. I didn’t get to say goodbye to his tongue. It
would’ve been too much of a distraction. “Lock the door behind me.”
He ordered. I walked behind him. I couldn’t even speak. I was still
in a daze from the events of the last twelve hours. He turned and
kissed me again. He placed his forehead on mine for a few glorious
seconds, and planted one last kiss. I closed the door and turned
the bolt lock. I turned to look at the surroundings in the
luxurious apartment. I walked to the window and peered out, looking
at the amazing view of the city on a rare sunny day.

I sat down on the couch and quickly
got back up. I needed a shower to wash away the saturation,
sensations, and smells from the last several hours. I went back to
his bedroom and looked in his dresser drawer for something to wear
after the shower. A bath! I needed to bathe, my leg needed to stay
dry, right? In the drawer, I found another white T-shirt. Glynnis
kept his drawers pretty organized. I found a pair of shorts
too.

The master bath was like a luxurious
hotel bathroom. It was a mix of white marble and dark wood grains.
This guy knows what he likes, or he knows how to hire someone that
knows what he should like. The towels were neatly folded underneath
the sink on the open shelving. I ran the bath and poured some body
wash to make suds. I removed my limited clothing, and eased myself
down, keeping my left shin away from the water and resting it on
the ledge of the tub. The water was nice and hot, which brought my
thoughts to him once again. I leaned back, enjoying the near hot
water on my aching muscles. As I scrubbed, I remembered all the
places he touched me, leaving his fingerprints and claiming me as
his. I cleaned my body from top to bottom.

Before I could fall asleep in the
bath, I let the water drain. I toweled myself dry and dressed in
his clean clothes. I didn’t want to leave his home dirty and I
cleaned up after myself. Hanging the damp towel on the rack. After
hand washing my lace panties, I hung them to dry on the towel
rack.

I found my clutch on the night table
by the side of the bed. I took out my phone. Three missed calls
from Chelz, dialed successively, about ten minutes ago. I didn’t
even listen to the email. I called her so she wouldn’t send out the
troops.

She answered after the first ring. I’m
sure she was waiting with the phone in her hand.

“
Perla. What the hell?”
She screeched.

“
Chelz, I’m
fine.”

“
Where are
you?”

“
I’m still at his
place.”

“
What? Are you
okay.”

“
Yes. I’m fine. He was
called to the hospital and he asked me to stay. We were
interrupted.” I said quietly.

“
Interrupted? From what?
From the crossword puzzle?”

“
You know ‘what’. I just
called to say I’m fine. I’m waiting for him to get back and then
I’ll be home tonight. You know I have to work tomorrow.”

“
Where does he live? How
can I find him if he does anything to you? You can’t just stay
there without informing someone.”

“
Hey, Mom, I’m okay. He
lives in Midtown. I can’t quite put my finger on which building,
but it’s a high rise with a lot of windows and great views. I’ve
got to be up in the highest of the floors. The apartment is
gorgeous. He has a house keeper.”

“
Many serial murderers
have house keepers. That’s whom they start their murderous rampages
on.”

“
Settle down, little lady.
I’m fine. Well, I don’t know if I’m fine emotionally, but I am fine
physically.” I declared quietly.

“
Why? What’s
wrong?”

“
I don’t know what I’m
doing here. You saw him. He’s so hot. And he’s a doctor. You should
see this place. I don’t even know what kind of car he
drives.”

“
A Range Rover.” She
interjected.

“
What? A Range Rover?” Of
course he would drive one of the most expensive SUVs. “Seriously?
Chelz, I don’t know if anything will come of this. What does he
want with me?”