Chapter 19
Chapter
Nineteen
NO SNEAKY QUEFFS FOR ME!
Neve
Stood in my flat looking out the window waiting for Jack to show, I have dressed down compared to our last date.
Black skinny jeans, red stiletto heels, black lace thong, body suit and casual black blazer scrunched up to my elbows.
I have my deep red lipstick on and smoky eye make-up.
I call it my sexy smart-cas outfit. Not that I get to wear this much.
The last time I think was when Bella insisted we go clubbing.
I was yawning and ready for my bed by midnight and it didn’t help that we were one of the oldest people in the entire club.
It was full of young uni students spending their student loans.
Even then who can afford to do that more than once a year; one drink cost me nearly a tenner! That’s insane.
I see his car pull up outside and watch him get out and take his long powerful sexy as fuck man strides to the building entrance.
I wait for the buzzer to let him up but it doesn’t come.
Instead there’s a knock at my door that makes me jump.
I stand there behind the door, counting to twenty, not wanting him to think I am stood here waiting for him.
I open the door and smile. “Hey.”
His eyes roam over my body, his jaw is clenched tight. He doesn’t say anything for what feels like the longest time. I start to worry something is wrong. “Everything okay?” I ask.
Without a word of warning he steps forward.
He moves, crashing his lips against mine, his hand threading through my hair gripping it tightly.
I moan into his mouth as his tongue duals with mine.
He moves me back, not breaking the kiss and kicks the door shut with his foot.
He keeps moving me backwards until my back hits the breakfast bar.
He breaks the kiss, spinning me around, my back to his front as he kisses and bites along my neck, one of his hands cupping my breasts while the other moves down and starts unbuttoning my jeans.
Once they are undone he slides his hand down between my legs, moving his finger along the side of my body.
He teases his finger over my clit, making me moan before he moves his hand from inside my jeans.
“Tell me to stop and I will stop right now,” he whispers in my ear.
“If you don’t tell me to stop, I will bend you over this counter and fuck you,” he adds before nipping my lobe.
I don’t say anything. I push my jeans down my thighs and remove my blazer.
I bend forward, laying chest first on the breakfast bar and I spread my legs as far as my jeans will allow.
He guides his hand down my spine to the round globes of my behind. He squeezes both cheeks. “Fuck me.” He groans.
“That’s the idea,” I tease, rolling my ass against the hard bulge in his jeans.
I hear the sound of him undoing his belt and jeans and I grip the edge of the breakfast bar, bracing in anticipation.
He slowly runs his finger along my centre over my lace body.
I shiver at his touch. He hooks his finger underneath and yanks hard, undoing it.
Without a word or warning he slams himself into me. “Fuck!” I cry out.
He gathers my hair in his fist and pulls my head up as he fucks me.
It hurts, but it’s a good pain. The way he’s just using my body for what he needs, losing that control.
Fucking without restraint. “Fuck, you better cum quick because I can’t hold back much longer,” he grits through his teeth.
“Touch yourself, play with your clit while I fuck you hard,” he orders.
I move my hand between my legs and begin circling my fingers over my clit.
The pleasure from him fucking me and the pleasure from my clit is almost too much for me to bare.
My walls clamp around him. “Yes fuck.” He groans.
“I’m going to cum!” I cry out, my body bucking as my climax consumes my body. Jack continues to ride out my orgasm, his thrusts becoming quicker and his grip tightens on my hip and hair. I know he is close.
“Fuck!” he roars, slamming himself deep inside me.
I lay with my cheek resting on the breakfast counter, just trying to get my breath back.
Jack strokes his hand up my spine to my neck.
He sweeps my hair to the side and leans forward, placing soft kisses along my neck while still seated inside me.
“Hhhm,” I moan, my eyes closing. His hand runs softly down my side, moving across my lower stomach to between my legs.
I gasp as his finger moves slowly on my clit and I feel him harden.
“Well you certainly don’t waste any time,” I breathe.
I feel him smile against my shoulder before playfully biting. “With you I never want to waste a single second.”
He pulls out of me and I stand up, turning around to protest. But I don’t get a chance before he lifts me onto the counter, removing my stilettos and sliding off my jeans.
He grabs the hem of his t-shirt and removes it, then kicks off his shoes, removes his socks, boxers and jeans.
He smirks as my gaze lands on his very erect cock.
“I don’t know what it is with you but I can’t seem to get enough,” he admits as he steps forward, placing his hands on either side of me, caging me in.
Smiling I lick the palm of my hand then I take his thick hard length in my hand, wrapping my fingers around him I squeeze slightly making him hiss. I start moving it slowly up and down. “That is just as well, because I really like it when we spend time together,” I say, biting my bottom lip.
“Oh you do? Well…” He pauses as he glides his hand up my thigh to in between my legs, sliding his finger inside me, expertly stroking that sweet spot.
I gasp, tightening my grip on his dick. “You know as a doctor we recommend doing things, activities that make you feel good,” he rasps as I keep momentum.
“Tell me Doctor, does this make you feel good? Is this classed as a healthy activity? Releasing those endorphins and um…” I pause as he puts a little more pressure as he fucks me with his finger.
“Damn that feels good, um oxytocins,” I breathe.
I am immensely turned on right now but yet I also really want to high five myself for being a seductress, for being sexy.
Normally I would trip up, gag on a stray pube, or a sneaky queff escaping mid intercourse.
But not right now with him. With him I am sexy as fuck.
“Fuck, I love it when you talk science.” He groans.
“Let’s shower and you can fuck me in there while I read the medical warning leaflet from my contraceptive pills.
” I wink, letting go of him. I hop off the counter, sauntering towards the bathroom.
I stop and turn back to look at him over my shoulder.
“Warning may cause an increase in libido.” I wink.
Jack lets out a deep growl and moves quickly towards me. Needless to say, I never knew reading a leaflet could be so hot. It’s the first time I’ve ever climaxed while yelling ‘may cause migraines!’
Sprawled out on my bed, both of us eating takeaway pizza and drinking red wine. Both of us completely naked apart from a sheet covering our intimate areas. Lord knows I don’t want to find a stray slice of pepperoni that randomly has got stuck between my flaps.
“So, can I ask why you have played it cool by not texting or ringing me?” I ask before glugging some wine. The nerves start fluttering and I need more than a sip of wine.
He leans forward and wipes the corner of my mouth with his thumb, before sucking it clean. “Sauce,” he informs me before sipping his wine. “I know this is going to sound insane. I know that you will have every right not to believe me but I can’t tell you.”
I instinctively pull the sheet up to under my chin. “Uh-huh.” I nod.
He sighs and rubs his face and moves the pizza box out of the way. Climbing over to me he takes my hands in his. “Neve, look at me,” he demands.
I roll my eyes that are currently focused on my lap and look up at him, raising my eyebrow in question.
He rubs his jaw. “Jeez, you don’t make this easy do you?”
I frown and pull back. “No, do you know what? I don’t make it easy.
Do you know why because when I fall, I fall hard, and that’s happened to me before and look how that ended.
He was a lie. The entire thing was one big lie and I ended up pregnant and alone.
So yeah, while we might be fucking and it is really good fucking, it is going to take me a little longer to trust you,” I snap.
“Shit, Neve. I didn’t mean to upset you. Something happened at the hospital that I’m not allowed to share as it could get them sued, especially because Hope is a patient there,” he apologises.
“Hope has been discharged, they rang and her scan showed nothing abnormal,” I inform him.
“That’s fantastic news, really. Well then, I guess I’m okay telling you.
But it stays in this room,” he states seriously.
I nod. “The entire patients’ system has gone down.
These past few days they have had IT working around the clock trying to reboot the system but it’s wiped.
Completely wiped. So everyone is having to go back over paper records, or like Hope her scan image will have her name on it.
So re-entering her details on a new system that way.
I have had to deal with patients that I have no idea why they have been referred to my department.
So each appointment has taken twice as long as I have to take a full medical history and ask them why they have been referred to me.
Then in the evenings I am updating their details onto the new system,” he rants.
I frown. “Why can’t your admin staff do that?”
“Because they are spending their entire day updating every other patient’s details.
We have all been working there until late at night.
By the time I get home, I don’t even remember driving home I’m that exhausted.
I eat a microwave meal and then I pass out only to repeat the same thing the next day. ” He sighs.
Feeling bad I move forward and straddle his lap, my finger stroking the back of his neck, “Shit, I mean it’s bad for you but if the press get wind of this, I mean it’s bad,” I point out. At that point I notice the dark circles under his eyes. He looks drained; no, he looks exhausted.
“I know, the thing is the admin and doctors have complained about the unreliability of the systems for a long time, but it’s cheap and was working according to the top bosses.
That there was no need to update it.” He rests his head in the crook of my neck, his hands splayed across my back.
I smile that he’s finding comfort in me.
My heart lurches. Oh no you don’t, we are not falling yet.
Two fucking dates! I internally scream at myself.
“Come on, let’s go to bed,” I state.
He doesn’t move but reaches around him and grabs the pizza boxes and slides them onto the floor.
He then stands and I let out a squeal as he lifts me with him.
He then lays us both down on the bed, rolling to his side, not letting me go.
He places a soft kiss on top of my head.
“Sleep. Tomorrow I’m going to make you lunch at my apartment. ”
“Okay but I will have Hope with me,” I state.
“Then I will be making lunch for you and Hope,” he mumbles, his eyes closing.
“Look, I know she knows about us dating but she doesn’t really know what dating is, just friends eating dinner and talking I guess.”
“Friends? I’ve ate more than just dinner.” He smirks.
I roll my eyes. “I’m just saying we’ve had two dates, well one and a half. I don’t think it’s a good idea to introduce it like that this early on. If things don’t work out I don’t want to break her heart.”
His sleepy gaze is soft as he cups my face. “I’ve waited five years for you. Do you really think I’m going anywhere? You may keep yourself guarded but I’m a Cancer. We fall hard. We are all in. So don’t worry about the what if’s because there won’t be any.”
“Oh you bastard.” I sniff, fighting back the tears and his sweet sleepy gaze goes wide with shock.
“I’m sorry?” he asks confused.
“You come into my life, a hot, handsome doctor. Then you fuck my brains out with your beautiful, magnificent dick. But if that’s not enough, you’re funny, you’re sweet and now your romantic, declaring shit like that to me.
Making my heart do that fluttery thing, making me feel shit that quite frankly scares the ever loving shit out of me,” I rant.
He smiles.
“Why the hell are you smiling? I will give you a certainty that doctors shouldn’t believe in astrology,” I snap, feeling myself getting irate.
He just laughs. “Why can’t a doctor believe in astrology?”
I sit up. “Because it’s a load of old tripe!”
“Do you believe in it?” he asks.
“Of course I do.”
“Then what’s your problem?” He laughs harder.
“Because you’re a man of science. I am just a woman that works in a laundrette, a single mother. I can’t even spell half of the words you speak on a daily basis. You’re supposed to be smart,” I argue, crossing my arms.
He opens his arms. “Come here.”
“No.” I shake my head.
He sits up and grabs me, pulling me into his arms. “How about you stop trying to pick a fight over nothing because you’re scared and be in the moment.
Tomorrow I will make you and Hope lunch and you can introduce me as whatever you like.
I will follow your lead. She is your daughter.
But this is happening, you and me. So get used to it,” he states.
I sigh, relaxing into his cuddle. “Also don’t ever put yourself down, you’re a beautiful and intelligent woman,” he adds on a yawn.
“Fine, can I add something?” I ask.
“Are you going to start arguing with me again because I’m really tired,” he mumbles.
“No, just saying if both our star signs are Cancer, and we both believe in astrology, I don’t think we are supposed to be a good match,” I point out.
“Neve,” he murmurs.
“Yeah?” I answer.
“Go to sleep,” he orders.
I smile against his chest. “Okay,” I whisper.