9. Nine
Nine
M organ
I still am not sure why I kissed Dante. It's not like I had some elaborate plan to lure him back to my room and have sex with him. Even though that is exactly what happened.
Holding me at arm's length, he asked if I was sure this was what I wanted. I told him I was, but in truth, the only thing I was sure of was the need for physical contact. It was the only way I knew to silence the memories.
It had been a difficult twelve hours. In addition to losing a patient, I had been forced to relive the death of my sister. All the emotions I had been suppressing for years came roaring back. Grief chief among them.
I’ve read a lot about grief since Tammy died. It affects everyone differently. There are studies which even claim it increases sexual arousal in some people. I never put much stock in the idea, but it is as good of explanation as any for what happened next.
I removed my blood stained scrub top and kissed him again, for much longer this time. The scruff of his unshaven cheeks scratched against the flesh of my neck. I reached to unbuckle the belt of his uniform pants, but he stopped me. “There is something I need to tell you before we go any further.”
The seriousness of his tone caused me to take a step backwards and give him my full attention. He held my eyes with his. “I am bisexual.”
“Is that all?” I asked, feeling relieved. For a minute there, I thought he was going to tell me he had a third testicle or something equally weird. I considered what we were about to do, a one time thing, and cared little about who he may have slept with in the past or would in the future.
“Your sexual preferences are really none of my business,” I told him. But we both knew that wasn't exactly true and why. “I appreciate you telling me. When were you last tested?”
“Right after Dixie Higgs bit me. I got the results yesterday. They were negative. What about you?”
“Hospital policy. I had to be tested before I could treat patients.”
He nodded and with that bit of awkward, but necessary business out of the way, Dante pulled me close, and we resumed where we had left off. We kissed long and slow until we had stripped one another bare.
In every aspect of my life, including sex, I always needed to be the one in charge. So when Dante picked me up in his powerful arms and effortlessly threw me onto the bed, it should have pissed me off. Instead, it made my belly flutter.
He looked down at me, brown eyes gone dark, studying every contour. I arched and thrust my chest upward. He nodded in approval. “You are so beautiful, and for the next couple of hours, I have you all to myself. What should we do first?”
It surprised me to realize that what I wanted—what I needed—was for him to take charge. For the first time in my life, I wanted to be the submissive one. I flicked my eyes towards his cock and then cast them downward. In my softest voice, I said, “I’m sure you can come up with something I will enjoy.”
A tight smile on his lips, he moved between my thighs and with one hand pinned my wrists above my head. “Do you have any hard limits?”
The question caught me off guard. Because I was always the one in control, no one had ever asked me that before. I shook my head. “Why don't you just show me what you like and if you go too far, I'll let you know.”
With his free hand, he massaged my breasts. “Ever since I met you, I’ve wondered if these were real or fake.”
“Now that you had your hands on them, what do you think?”
“They're fucking spectacular.” He released my arms and turned his attention to sucking, licking, and kissing every square inch of my very real breasts.
As he switched from left to right, my hips ground against his hardness. I wanted him inside of me, but fought the urge to reach between our bodies and guide him to my opening. Surrendering control was not as easy as I thought it would be.
Eventually, his mouth moved downward. When he reached the tightly trimmed line of my pubic hair, he stopped and looked up at me. “Don't come until I give you permission.”
I laughed, both at his optimism and the ridiculous notion of letting him dictate when I could come. Surrendering control was one thing, but needing permission to orgasm was a step too far. It was all a moot point, however.
“What’s so funny?” he growled.
“I don’t usually orgasm from oral stimulation.”
“We'll see about that. Just remember, don’t come until I tell you to.”
I don’t know why I agreed. Maybe it was because experience told me oral sex wouldn’t even get me close to climaxing. Others had tried and failed. Or perhaps it was that I found his confidence sexy as hell. “Fine, if you can get me off with just your mouth, I won’t come until you tell me I can.”
I knew right away Dante was different from the men I had been with before. Instead of burying his face between my legs, moving his tongue in the general area of my clit and hoping for the best, he gently kissed up and down my inner thighs.
With a contented sigh, I relaxed while he worked his way inward. By the time he reached my lips, they were swollen with desire. Every movement of his mouth, each flick of his tongue, brought indescribable bliss.
Such thorough and expert explorations of my labia had me pulling at the bed sheets. I was on the brink of climax and knew the slightest pressure against my clitoris would send me over the edge. I thrust my hips against his face, but Dante pulled away and looked at me. “Did I say you could come yet?”
“Fuck,” I cried in exasperation. “I want to come.”
“I don’t think so. Not yet, at least.”
“Fine, I'll do it myself then.” But he blocked my hand.
“You’re not being very nice.” He smirked. “We had a deal.”
“Damn it. I need to come.”
“Maybe later.” Then he wrapped his arms around my thighs and pulled me to his mouth. His tongue fucking my hole felt fantastic, but it would not make me come. Dante knew this, which of course, was why he was doing it. Desire to orgasm eventually became greater than my pride.
“Please, may I come?”
“Please what?” This time, he did not smile.
Unbelievable. He was really going to make me say it. “Please Sir , may I come?”
“That's my good girl.” I shivered at his words and felt an unexplainable warmth spread through my body. Before I could further consider the implications, he sucked my clit between his lips. The resulting climax lasted far longer than any I had previously experienced.
I was still trying to catch my breath when I caught him pensively staring at me. Not completely sure I wanted to hear the answer, I asked, “What are you thinking about so intently?”
“I’m trying to decide if I want to fuck you long and slow, or fast and hard.”
I was enjoying the submissive role, and Dante had not asked for my input, so I silently contemplated the options. With his impressive girth, long and slow would probably be more comfortable. But fast and hard, usually produced my best orgasms. I rolled over to face him. “May I make a suggestion, Sir?”
He gave me a wicked grin and kissed me on the nose. “Yes, you may.”
“Why not do both?”
“You always know just the right thing to say. Such a good girl.” I gushed and realized if he kept calling me that, I would likely come before he even had his dick in me.
We kissed, soft and unhurried. But soon his hot lips against mine had me aching for more. Knees slightly bent, I spread my thighs and welcomed him. Dante, aware of his largeness, slowly eased in. With every delicious inch, I wanted more
Arms around his torso, I used my legs to pull him deeper. When at last he was all the way in, I contracted my pelvic floor and squeezed him tight, causing us both to give out a soft moan. Then he moved, and holy fuck.
It had been awhile, so my memory may have been a little cloudy, but I could not recall sex ever being so good, especially with a first time partner. We moved in perfect synch; the euphoria rising with each passing moment. I never wanted the feeling to end, but of course, the human body can only take so much stimulus before the cerebral cortex steps in. I knew I was getting close and could tell Dante was, too. “Please Sir, may I be allowed to come?”
A flicker of his eyes and the slightest of smiles told me he intended to make me beg. Part of me was appalled at how wet the idea made me. But the other part, the one currently in control of my mouth, loved the idea. “Sir, your cock is so amazing, I can’t take much more. Please, oh please let me come, Sir.”
“You are such a needy little thing, aren’t you.” His hips never slowed. If anything, he increased his pace. I dug at the sheets and scrunched my eyes, trying desperately to hold back.
“Only with you, Sir.”
“Then you have my permission to come.” The words were only halfway out of his mouth before my body convulsed and I tumbled over the edge. So intense was my orgasm that I was only slightly aware of his own climax filling me.
“Such a Good Girl,” he murmured, triggering a small after quake between my thighs.
Not only was Dante well hung, he also recovered quickly. The second time—fast and hard—was even better.
Our thirst temporarily sated, I was lying with my leg over top of Dante's thigh. His stomach grumbled, reminding me I had promised him breakfast. I got out of bed and slipped on his uniform shirt.
While I worked on the sandwiches, Dante explored the dark paneled confines of my tiny motel room. “I know what you are wondering. How does a successful doctor end up living in a shithole like this?
“It's not that bad.”
“I appreciate the lie, but we both know better,” I said. “Buying is not an option right now and when I took the job, I didn’t know how hard it would be to find a place to rent.”
“I can relate. Last year I had to make a change of address. The sad reality is, like many places, Turtle Key has more people than there is housing for. I got lucky. A friend had an extra bedroom in his house and gave me a hell of a deal on the rent.”
“Yeah. I'm realizing I might have to consider a roommate. But I still have time. The lease here isn’t up until the end of the month.”
“There’s an empty bedroom where I’m at now. I can see if he’s interested in renting it out.”
Obviously, I had no trouble sleeping with a man I barely knew and would probably fuck Dante again. But sharing an address with him was out of the question. “Thanks. I'll keep it in mind. But for now, I think I'll keep looking.”
By the relieved look on his face, it was obvious he had made the offer before thinking it through. “Good idea. It's only the 20th of the month. I'm sure you'll find something before you have to be out of here.”
After we finished our sandwiches and made love for a third time, I was ready for a nap. But if we fell asleep together, I worried Dante might think our encounter meant more to me than it did. “Get your pants on, deputy. I'm taking you to your car before we both fall asleep.”
“I think I like it better when you call me Sir.”
“And I loved being your Good Girl. But playtime is over.” I took off his shirt and handed it to him. “At least for now.”
As I pulled into the lot, I asked where he was parked. He pointed to a gleaming black Harley near the building. It seems like every cop I ever met owns a motorcycle. Isn’t their job already dangerous enough? Before he got out, he said, “Thanks for everything. I appreciate you being there for me.”
I planted a kiss on his cheek, and told him to text me if he wanted to hook up again. “Now go home and get some rest.”
“I will. But first, I want to check in on Patti. See if she needs anything.” His words were a reminder of what had drawn us together. I kissed him again, this time on the lips, then whispered, “Be careful on that thing. I don’t want to see you in the ER.”
The sex had been fantastic, but there was much more to Dante than being a great lay. As he fired up the bike and rode away, I thought of how badly I had misjudged him. When we first met, I saw him as just another egomaniacal cop who believed his opinion was the only one that mattered.
But I had been so very wrong. Even I would have understood if he took a swing at Jacob Hauser for what he had done. But rather than seek retribution for his former partner, Dante maintained his professionalism and made sure no harm befell the man.
Rather than leave the hospital and take credit for the arrest, he remained behind to comfort his friend's wife and small child. Never leaving their side until her mother arrived. And then finally free to be alone with his grief, he chose to help me deal with my own pain.
Beneath the gruff exterior was an incredibly sweet man. If I were the kind of woman who let herself fall in love, I would have already been halfway there. Luckily, I wasn’t that kind of woman.
When I pulled back into the motel, I considered going over to the office and letting them know I might need to extend my stay. But I reeked of perspiration and sex. After cleaning up, I fell straight into bed. When I woke, I realized how tired I had been. The sun was setting, and I had slept right through the return of the fishermen.
I also realized I was starving. Reaching for my phone to order delivery from the noodle place, I saw I had missed a message from Dante.
DANTE : Made it home in one piece. Thanks for being their last night and today
There were also two messages from Zak. The first one was from the previous night explaining he had not seen my message until well after I sent it. The second was more recent.
ZAK: “I never heard back from you. If you've changed your mind about Saturday, I'll understand.”
I had forgotten all about Zak’s offer to show me around the area. A lot had changed since then. For one thing, I had just had sex with Dante.
But should that make a difference? Although I liked both men, I wasn’t interested in a serious relationship with either of them. What would be the harm in dating both? Actually, it was probably the smart thing to do. It would be hard to develop feelings for Dante if I was also going out with Zak.
Believe it or not, at the time, it seemed to make a great deal of sense.
ME: Sorry, the last 24 hours have been insane. Yes. I would love to get together Saturday if you're still interested.
ZAK: Meet around noon at Gabby's?
ME: Perfect see you then.