17. David
17
DAVID
The flight to Springfield went without issue, and the staff at the hotel were very friendly with us as we checked in. Lauren's room was just down the hall from mine, and we had to stash our bags in each respective room due to a few other doctors from Our Lady of Mercy also attending this conference, but I checked the rosters for the symposium and none of their schedules clashed with ours. So while it wasn't as entirely private as we hoped, it was private enough to enjoy a little more casual contact. And she was definitely sleeping in my room.
"This is so interesting," Lauren hummed at me and nudged me with her elbow.
We had signed up for the breakaway track on surgical sieves and how outdated some of our methods were. It was old news to me, having been in the field of diagnostics for so long, but Lauren was learning things for the first time. I loved the curiosity and joy in her expression as she scribbled notes down in her notebook.
The speaker, a well-known doctor out of New York's oldest hospital, described the new mnemonic device diagnostics teams across the country were using, one I'd implemented in my personal process for a while now, though we hadn't covered it expressly with the team yet. The cases we'd been presented with over the past several weeks had been so simple for the most part that we hadn't even gotten to a point where we needed one.
"So now instead of midnight—spelled MIDNT—we'll have medic hat pine." The man scrawled the letters on his whiteboard along with the acrostic term for each letter. He did a fine job presenting the mnemonic, and Lauren ate it up. Her notepad looked just like his acrostic, except with more notes that were personal to her.
"Did you know this?" she asked quietly, and I nodded with a smile.
"I did… Fascinating the things you learn here, isn't it?" I wanted to rest my hand on her thigh, but being so public about the way we interacted seemed awkward or even risky. I didn't want her to feel uncomfortable by it, so I kept my hand to myself. But it was driving me up a wall to be so close to her without anyone looking over our shoulder and not relaxing into a more natural posture.
"When this is over, can we get something to eat?" she whispered, and my knee-jerk response was something so wildly inappropriate for this context, I almost didn’t say it.
But we came on this trip together as a means to spend time alone without peers or family looking over our shoulder. And my entire purpose—the career risk and all—for inviting her along was to be closer to her, to deepen our relationship to more than what we currently had.
So I leaned over and whispered into her ear, "When this is over, can I eat you?"
I felt her sit a bit straighter, and she didn't say a single word in response, but her lips flushed a dark red and her hand rested on my thigh. It was the encouragement I needed. I took her hand in mine and folded our fingers together, listening to the doctor finish his talk. When he was giving his closing remarks, I stood and pulled her along with me.
Together, we walked down the hallway. It was dimly lit, with soft blue lights flickering every few feet, casting shadows on the polished tile floor and the white walls. The air smelled of antiseptic and freshly brewed coffee. Lauren's heels clicked against the floor, the echoes chasing us as we approached the elevator.
“So, you want to eat?” she asked again, and I smirked at her.
We stood by the elevator waiting for it to arrive. We were the first to slip out of the conference room on purpose, so I could have this elevator ride with her privately.
“I told you what I want to eat,” I growled, and the elevator dinged.
“I’m serious…” she purred, following me through the open doors.
“So am I.” I turned and pushed the shut door button, then pressed the button for the second floor where the restaurant was located. “And I’m not taking no for an answer.”
“Doctor’s orders?” she asked, her blush deepening, and my response was to pull the emergency stop button. I did a quick check to make sure there were no cameras and then I dropped to my knees in front of her and started hiking her skirt up. “Crap, David,” she hissed, pushing the skirt back down.
“Ah, ah. You follow my orders, remember?” I looked up at her as I pried her fingers off the fabric and pushed it back up. The scent of her arousal wafted from between her legs, and she gripped the handrail on the wall behind her as she breathed out a curse at me.
But I was already invested, fingers hooked around her panties, pulling them lower.
“David, we can’t…” she started, but my blunt fingertips, coated in arousal, against her swollen lips cut off her protests.
“I know exactly what you want, Lauren, and I intend to give it to you.”
I teased her entrance, needing to hear the sweet sounds of her unraveling. Then I parted her folds and slid two fingers inside her hot, wet core, curving them upward to find her G-spot. She moaned, arching her back into my touch. I smiled against her sex, stroking my tongue along her pulsing clit at the same time as my fingers worked magic within her, coaxing her toward deepening pleasure.
Her panties dropped all the way to her ankles, and I used my free hand to help her step out of them while still keeping her heels on. They were moist, but she was soaked and I wanted to heighten her pleasure.
“Leg over my shoulder, now,” I barked, and she obeyed like a good girl. It provided me more room to work with, so I added another finger, my thumb aching to join in the fun as well.
“Oh, God, David…” she moaned, her grip on the railing tightening as my curled fingers massaged her inner walls and my tongue stroked her clit. She tasted like honey and vanilla, her salty-sweet fluids intoxicating.
I moved faster, pinning her against the wall as she thrashed about, her moans and whimpers driving me wild. I wanted to bury myself in her too, but I restrained myself, determined to make her come until she couldn’t take it anymore.
“David, I…” She panted, then a low-pitched moan escaped her lips as her orgasm crashed over her. Her walls clenched around my fingers, and she threw her head back, shuddering against me. Her hand clawed at my head, pulling my hair, and I sucked her clit harder, pushing the pleasure to new heights.
Her moans were subdued as she tried to muffle them by biting her lips, but it wasn’t enough. Finally, her grip on my hair loosened and her body went limp against the wall. I removed my fingers and tasted them, and she sighed and shut her eyes, but I wasn’t finished. She could still stand. I nipped at the skin of her thigh, then kissed it.
“God, that was incredible…” she sighed, and she started to take her leg off my shoulder.
“Ah!” I chided. “I’m not done. Leave it there.” The way her calf draped over my back, her heel pressing onto my waistband, it pushed my buttons. I wished I could record this and save it for later.
“But I’m?—”
“I’m not done,” I said sternly, and she smiled at me as I flicked my tongue over her clit again. A jolt of pleasure made her body shake, and she leaned on me.
“It’s so sensitive,” she hummed, and I moaned against her core again.
“I’m going to enjoy every part of you,” I purred, and she bit her lip to muffle another moan.
I continued my ministrations, exploring every inch of her, teasing her folds, her clit, her thighs, and even daringly venturing to her backside. Her gasps and moans were music to my ears, and I became lost in the act of pleasing her.
"Oh!" she gasped, her body arching off the wall. "God, that feels… so good."
Emboldened by her response, I pressed her panties against her tender folds and thrust them into her, drying her velvet walls, and she rocked back onto my hand, moaning louder now. The more I pushed her panties in, the more animated she became, gasping and groaning. Both hands were on my head this time, nails digging into my scalp, and she let out more curses than I’d heard her say the entire time I’d known her.
"That's it, baby," I encouraged, my voice husky with arousal. "Let it all out. I want to hear you scream."
Her moans intensified, and her hips jerked against my hand. I knew she was close. I sank her panties, pushing them deeper with two of my fingers while I continued massaging that magical spot within her walls.
"Oh, God! David!" she cried out, her body stiffening as she shuddered through her climax. Her juices coated my fingers, and her scent filled the air. Each movement stirred up more of her intoxicating aroma, driving me wild with need.
When her contractions eased, I pulled my fingers out of her slit and brought them to my lips, tasting her sweet nectar. "Mmm," I moaned, licking my fingers clean. Her eyes were wide, watching me, and I growled in response. "Delicious."
Her cheeks flushed, but her desire was still there, unmistakable in the way she looked at me, her eyes hooded with lust. "Your turn," she purred. But I had to resist. We had delayed the elevator’s progress long enough.
“Tonight…” I whispered, then kissed her. I helped her straighten her skirt before pulling the stop button to get the elevator going again, and she snickered.
"So, how am I getting those panties back?" Lauren leaned against my chest and wiped my chin. No doubt, I was coated in her moisture and probably smelled like her sex, but I didn't care.
"I think you'll need to see a doctor about that," I told her before pecking her on the lips.
The elevator doors slid open to a mass of people waiting. It couldn't have been more than fifteen minutes, but to the people waiting, it probably felt a lot longer. Some of the women were glaring at us. A few of the men had that-a-boy smirks on their faces, and I had the most beautiful woman in this hotel on my arm.
"After you," I told her, and I followed her out of the elevator past the crowd of grumpy vacationers and conference-goers and into the hall toward the restaurant.
"I guess this means I have to have sex with you later…" She feigned a groan, and I grabbed her butt and squeezed hard.
"Correction. You get to have sex with me later. If you're good. Now don't remove those panties until I can do a thorough examination." I pecked her on the cheek and took her hand.
The very fact that she was adventurous enough to do something so wild with me had me sold. I loved this woman and I wanted to find so many more ways to adventure with her. When I got home, I had every intention of asking Lexi what she thought of Lauren and if she felt comfortable with our having a serious relationship—maybe someday, marriage.