One Hot Doctor by Sarah J. Brooks

Chapter 4

Thomas

We’re on our fourth or fifth round, and it’s evening. The bar is buzzing with the conversation of people who’ve come for a drink after work. But my mind is on Cora. She loosened her hair, and now it’s falling in waves on her shoulders. She looks relaxed and so sexy, and all I can think about is how much I’d love to nibble her lips. The top button of her blouse came loose at some point, offering a teasing glimpse of her cleavage. It’s a good thing that we’re now seated at a table rather than at the bar. My cock has hardened to painful proportions and every single cell in my body demands that I carry Cora somewhere private and fuck her senseless.

“Ready to leave?” I ask when we drain our drinks.

“Yes.” Her voice is like a caress. Her gaze drops to my chest and then comes up to my mouth. She wants me to kiss her just as desperately as I want to kiss her.

As we leave the bar, I take her hand into mine. As if by mutual agreement, we walk toward the gym and to the side door. She reaches for her keys in her purse and hands them to me.

A feeling of déjà vu comes over me as I open the building’s main door. Three years ago, I remember doing the same thing. I insert the key, turn it, and push it open. I hold the door open, and as Cora enters, she brushes against me, her soft curves teasing my senses. My cock roars to life, but I don’t care now. There’s only one person to see my erection, and she’s the cause of it.

We ride the elevator to the top floor. It should be weird in the elevator, but it’s not. We check each other out quietly, and the sexual tension grows thicker and thicker. By the time it comes to a stop, my cock is throbbing painfully and demanding to be released from the confines of my pants. I still have her keys in my hand, and I open Cora’s apartment door.

“I’ve been thinking about getting you alone all evening,” I tell her as I shut the door.

“Me too,” Cora says, walking toward her bedroom.

I’m hot on her trail, and as I follow her, I pull my T-shirt over my head and unbuckle my belt. We enter her bedroom, and Cora shrugs out of her blouse, tossing it to the floor, and then she shimmies out of her skirt.

When we’re both in our underclothes, we face each other before she takes a step forward and is in my arms. It feels like I’ve come home when I slip my hands around her waist and angle my mouth over hers.

Our first kiss after three years apart is sizzling and hot. My brain empties as our tongues reacquaint and then engage in a dance from the past. She tastes like heaven, and I can’t get enough of kissing her.

I drop my hands to caress her hips and ass. She’s wearing a thong, and my hands run over the bare soft skin. I’m greedy for everything she has to offer, but I still want to take it slow and easy.

I slide my hands up to her breasts and cup them through the silky material of her bra.

“Take it off,” Cora orders. “I want you touching my skin.”

I push her cups down, and her breasts pop out at the top. With a growl, I dip my hand in the valley between her breasts. I lick her cleavage while thumbing her erect nipples. She cries out and arches her back.

“More,” Cora says, and I take a nipple into my mouth and bite it gently.

“Oh God, oh God.”

I lick and suck and shower attention on her breasts. I’m so engaged in pleasuring her that I don’t notice when she reaches behind to unclasp her bra. I only realize it’s undone when it loosens, and she tugs it away, leaving her naked for me.

“I’ve missed hearing you moan and scream my name.”

“T.”

Just hearing her say my name takes up my desire a notch higher. She pulls me up to kiss her again, and our lips glue together; Cora dips her hand into my boxer briefs. She moans softly into my mouth as her hand wraps around the width of my cock.

I hiss at the cool touch of her hand. Without breaking the kiss, I pull down my boxer briefs and kick them away. I dip my hand between her legs and run a finger up and down her folds, nudging them apart with every stroke.

She fists her hand around my cock and pumps up and down, bringing me so close to orgasm that I have to stop her. Buying time.

“I want to eat you out. Get on the bed,” I growl.

“Yes, sir,” she purrs. “I forget how bossy you can be.”

I follow her to the bed, pushing her legs so far apart that she protests.

“I want to see everything,” I tell her, my gaze on her pussy gleaming with juices.

Her soft laughter dies down at the first swiping lick of my tongue.

“You taste so sweet, Cora,” I tell her before diving down for another swipe that cleans off all her juices.

I lick every part of her delicious pussy, reacquainting myself with it. Remembering all the secret spots that took her over the edge. I push a finger in and pump in and out slowly while licking her clit until it’s swollen to the size of a small penis.

Cora’s cries fill the room, and when she comes, I’m sure the whole building can hear her.

“Fill me up with your cock,” she invites, folding her knees to her belly.

I grip my cock and rub the tip up and down her soaking slit. Her pussy makes noises as if begging for my cock. I used to tease Cora that her pussy could talk in pussy language, and she would laughingly say that it only spoke to me.

Unable to hold back a second longer, I push my cock in and watch it as it’s swallowed up by her pussy. Her inner walls clench around it and squeeze.

“Fuck.”

How the hell had I survived so long without sex? By jerking off. Cora was the last woman that I’d slept with. That made it three years since I’d had sex. I’d dated several women but for some reason, I’d not wanted to have sex with any of them. I’d gone as far as making out and heavy oral sex, but my cock hadn’t seen any pussy action since Cora. I pause and revel in the sensation of being buried to the hilt.

I lift my gaze to Cora and find her glazed eyes on me. “I haven’t done this in three years.” Why the fuck did I say that? I can’t seem to control my mouth around this woman.

“Me either,” she says.

I freeze, and as the meaning of her words sinks into my brain, my cock swells to unbelievable proportions. Her eyes widen as it pushes her pussy walls back.

“Fuck, Cora,” is all I can say.

I pull out slowly until just the head of my cock is buried in her. She raises her hips to pull my cock back in, and I oblige. It becomes more than sex. It becomes special. I can’t wrap my mind around the fact that both of us have not had sex with other people since we broke up.

We fall into a rhythm as I thrust in and out. She unfolds her knees and raises her legs to rest on my shoulders.

“Feels so good. Unbelievable,” Cora says.

“For me too, babe.” The endearment I used with Cora falls easily from my lips as if there has not been a three-year gap.

“Harder.” She drops her legs and wraps them around my waist, holding me captive.

I brace my hands on either side of her, looking down at her perfect breasts. I increase the pace of my thrusts. One. Two. Three. She whimpers and writhes underneath me. I lower my head to brush my lips against hers.

Tears fill her eyes. That was another Cora thing. Orgasm and crying. I remember the first time it happened; I’d been taken aback until she explained it happened when she experienced an overload of sensation. In simpler words when I’d satisfied her.

My orgasm soon follows, and I release my seed inside her. As my cock throbs and spurts cum, dismay comes over me at the realization that we haven’t used protection.

“I’m so sorry,” I tell Cora as I pull out. “We didn’t use protection.”

“Shit,” she says and sits up. “I can’t believe it never crossed my mind.” She falls back on the bed. “I’m sure I’ll be fine.”

I’m upset at myself. Having sex without protection is like dancing around a fire and crossing your fingers that your feet don’t get burned.

“We shouldn’t have done that,” Cora says after several moments of uncomfortable silence.

“I don’t carry condoms with me,” I tell her. I stopped carrying them a long time ago.

“That’s not what I mean,” Cora says quietly. “I mean that we should not have had sex.”

I inhale sharply and swallow hard. She’s right. My belly knots as regret washes over me. I’m now firmly down from the high I’d been on just minutes ago, and I see this for what it is. A bad, horrible decision.

We allowed ourselves to be led by hormones like horny teenagers. Three years ago should have been a lesson that I don’t do relationships well.

“You’re right,” I tell her. “What do we do now?”

“We pretend this never happened,” Cora says, sounding like she’s going to burst into tears at any moment.

“I’m sorry.” I mean it. We’ve really messed things up by having sex.

“It’s both our faults,” she says. “But we’re adults, and we can move on from this. Besides, we don’t have to see each other again. Medically, I mean?”

A hole forms in my chest. An emptiness that I know only too well. I clear my throat. “Yes, my work with you is done. Medically, that is.”

“In that case then, let’s forget this ever happened.” She stops short of asking me to leave.

I get up and reach for my boxer briefs. This feels too familiar too. The only difference is that this time I’m not eager to leave. I wish she would say something that would let me stay. I finish dressing and stand over the bed.

Cora refuses to meet my gaze.

“All the best,” she says.

“You too. Call me if you need me.”

“I won’t,” she says.

I can tell from the tone in her voice that she regrets meeting me again, and that saddens me, even if I deserve it. I look back one more time. Her gaze is still averted.

“Bye, Cora.”