Chapter 17 Jon
JON
Today hasn’t been the worst day.
Once I got to the hospital, Dr. Nash had me meet with her. We went over our current cases and once we were done discussing treatment plans, she sat back and it’s the closest I’ve ever seen this woman come to breaking down.
Sammy’s mom came in for a meeting with us. Sammy’s dying. It could be a couple more weeks at most. The three of us sat together, completely distraught.
“Why does God want to take my son away from me, Jon?” Wendy asked me, her blue eyes tired and bloodshot from crying.
My insides twisted and my throat dried up. I’m a man of science. I don’t think religion has a place in medicine.
Not wanting to talk about God, I said the only thing I could think of. “We’re here for you, Wendy. For you and Sammy. You’re not alone.”
“I keep praying for a miracle,” she sobbed, ignoring my remarks.
I stopped believing in miracles a long time ago.
Wendy left us, and I promised her I’d come visit Sammy. Sammy’s been a special case for me. Dr. Nash understands that. Everyone on the pediatric floor adores Sammy and his mom. He’s such a great kid.
I could barely focus when doing my rounds and checking on my other patients.
I was on the phone, reaching out to other hospitals and speaking with their cardiothoracic specialists to see if they have potential donors.
It doesn’t help that Sammy is blood type B-negative.
He’s a harder blood type to find a match for.
Plus, his age, and body size. It’s just a perfect storm for difficulty.
Once I got done calling over two dozen hospitals, I noticed a stream of messages from Nicolette.
She gave a deposit for the condo we saw earlier this morning!
When I called her and asked why she did that when I told her we needed to talk more seriously about it, she explained there were other couples showing interest and she didn’t want to lose the unit.
I hung up on her and have been forwarding her calls to voicemail. If she doesn’t feel the need to include me on big decisions that are going to impact our future, then why should I?
Walking up to the park, I spot Margeaux right away. Even in simple clothes she looks stunning. She was meant to stand out and be noticed. She’s a walking temptation, and I’m in her path.
“One large order of fires. Anything else?” Shaw asks, giving me a smug grin as they look back and forth between Margeaux and me.
“A couple of sodas. It’s a warm day,” I say.
“Mmm. Feelin’ hot, Doc?” Margeaux asks.
Fuck, her forwardness is such a turn on. So many women I’ve known play the shy and innocent game. It’s cute. Nicolette does that. Margeaux isn’t shy, nor is she innocent. And I like the way she keeps me on my toes and doesn’t have me wondering if she likes me.
I feel the tension between us. I’m done fighting it. If today has been anything, it’s been the biggest wake up call of my life. Life’s short, live it reckless.
“A lot more now,” I say, doing my best to flirt with her. Her dark, brown eyes light up with surprise and her teeth graze across her bottom lip.
“How long is your lunch break, Doc?”
My dick springs to life at the sound of her nickname for me. She’s so fucking playful, and I’m here for it. I want her.
“Not long enough. Maybe thirty more minutes.”
“That’s a bummer. When do you…get off?” she says in a low, sultry voice and I feel all the blood in my brain rush south to my balls and dick.
“Uh,” I clear my throat. “Around nine tonight,” I say lowly, so Shaw doesn’t overhear us as we’re still waiting for them to finish making our fries.
“Mmm…guess I’ll be waiting.” She grabs one of the cans of soda, cracks it open making a loud hissing noise and takes a big sip. “I’m so thirsty.” Her pierced tongue licks up the sweet soda droplets on her lips.
I remember how her tongue piercing felt against my tongue. I want it again, and on more places than just my tongue.
“Order up!” Shaw says, handing me our fries.
Margeaux snatches it out of my hands and starts backing away with it.
“Hey! Where’re you going? We’re sharing those!” I say, taking a slow stride toward her.
She shakes her head, giving me the most devious smile. “Nah-uh. You get me all hot and bothered, Doc, and then tell me to wait till tonight. I get the fries to myself.”
My mouth falls open as I watch her thick ass and legs strut away from me with a basket of salty, spicy deliciousness.
“Room 419! Don’t keep me waiting long, Doc!” she yells over her shoulder.
Speechless. Margeaux Wilds has left me speechless. And hard as a rock.
“Hey, no drooling on my truck,” Shaw says, tossing a couple of napkins at me, not even trying to hide their laugh. “I like her.”
Me too.
I showered twice before I left the hospital.
I’m wearing my sweats and t-shirt that I keep in my office as back-up clothes.
I sent Nicolette a short text saying I was sleeping in my office tonight, and that we need to talk tomorrow at breakfast. She tried calling me again, but I don’t feel like listening to her right now.
My sole focus right now is a tall beauty, on the other side of this hotel room door– who is hopefully just as nervous as I am.
I doubt it. Margeaux doesn’t get nervous.
After taking a series of calming breaths, I knock.
No answer.
I press my ear to the door and hear music blasting. I knock again, louder this time.
The door swings open and Margeaux is smiling.
Her face is clean of any make-up, just her piercings and pin-straight, dark hair adorning her features.
My eyes dare to gaze at her body and she’s in nothing except a pair of black cut-off panties and the same white crop top from earlier.
Minus the sports bra. She has nipple piercings.
“If you took any longer, I was gonna get started without you,” she says, tugging my shirt and pulling me inside.
I slam the door behind me, caged between her arms that are covered with so many colors and interesting tattoos. My hands go to her hips and her body is warm, inviting.
“So, what do you wanna do, Doc?” she asks, quirking her brow.
I try to think quickly, wanting to sound smooth and cool. “You,” I blurt out, earning a sexy laugh from her. My face heats up thinking she’s laughing at me.
“Give a girl a chance to warm up first, Doc,” she continues giggling. Our mouths are so close, but we’re not kissing. I need to change that.
I move forward, angling my head up so I can reach her lips. She doesn’t stop me or pull back. She flicks her tongue out, letting me feel the stud in her tongue. We both exhale deep breaths like we’ve been needing this to happen for too long. I certainly have.
The kiss is slow, deep, passionate. She wraps her arms around my neck, and her fingers are in my hair, making a mess of it.
I’m torn between squeezing her ass or boobs.
I want all of her. In medical school, I used to wish I had extra hands to be a better doctor– save more lives.
Now, I need more hands so that I can feel more, grab more, touch more of Margeaux.
“Fuck. You’re such a good kisser,” she pants into my mouth, diving back for another kiss.
I groan, loving that she takes what she wants.
I’m sending all the telepathic signals I can, yelling from within my mind for her to take whatever she wants from me.
I’m all hers. I slide my hands up and under her cropped shirt and I feel her stomach muscles tense, and goosebumps break out on her skin.
I cup her breasts in each of my hands. I’ve never felt a body like Margeaux’s before.
She’s strong and firm, but soft and smooth.
I run my thumbs over the bars going through her nipples, and I’m a goner.
I feel my dick on the brink of exploding in my pants.
I’m going to come just from touching this woman.
“Mmmm…you can be rougher with them, Doc,” she whispers in my ear and takes my lobe between her teeth, tugging the soft skin between her teeth. I release a pleasure-filled hiss.
“Fuck. Do that again,” I pant, following her directions and giving her nipples a simultaneous tug.
She moans into my other ear as she bites and tugs it again.
Our bodies are rubbing against each other, moving together.
Fitting together. I pull her shirt off, needing her tits in my mouth.
My face is too close for them to not be.
I’ve never been appreciative of my height, until this moment.
She responds by taking my shirt off, too.
“Mmm. I knew you had some good chest hair. I love it,” she says, losing her voice as I swirl my tongue around the piercing on her right nipple. “Mmmm…yea!” She leans into me, pushing her tit into mouth. Fuck. She’s trying to smother me.
Her right hand moves from my hair to my chest, where she tugs my chest hair.
Again, another first for me, and I’m so into it.
I’ve never been with a woman who was comfortable with rougher touches.
We’re exchanging moans and pleasure-filled hisses.
My mouth sucking her perfect, full tits, and hers tugging and sucking my ears and neck.
I hope I’m covered in hickeys; trophies for me to show the rest of the world that Margeaux Wild wanted me, and claimed me.
Her hand continues downward, and she rubs my dick through my sweatpants.
“Ohh! Fuck!” I grab her wrist, stopping her. “Sensitive. I’m gonna come if you keep touching me like that,” I warn her.
That devious smile, that I’m learning means she has a naughty idea, widens on her face. “Well, we can’t have that. Can we, Doc?”
She gives me a quick kiss before lowering herself to the floor, taking my sweatpants down with her.
“Holy shit! Jon!”
She’s looking up at me with those wide and wild eyes that I can’t read.
“What? What’s wrong?!” I panic, looking down at my dick, thinking it’s shriveling up, or something, with stage fright.
“You’re. So. Thick,” she says, taking my length into her hand. “I mean, I have big hands for a girl, and you’re filling my hand, Doc.”
I’ve gotten this feedback before. I may not have the longest dick in the land, but it’s girthy for sure.
Nicolette took a while to get used to fitting me inside her.
Blow jobs were out of the question. Even sex was infrequent.
She’s too narrow-waisted and I felt bad that sex with me was uncomfortable for her at times.
I got used to a lot of handjobs and shallow fucks.
“If you don’t want to…” I begin, already mentally prepared for this wild evening to be over.
“What?! Shut up and let me admire your dick for a minute, jeeze.”
She spits a wad of saliva on my crown and just seeing her spit on my dick sends me over the edge. It’s the naughtiest, filthiest sexual act I’ve ever had done to me, and my dick reacts like it was the spark needed to light a forest fire.
“Ohhh fuuuuckkk! Fuuuuck. Fuck. Fuck!”
I come. I’m coming so fucking hard. All over her face. A thick stream of my cum lands on her lips and cheeks. Fuck!
“Fuck! I’m sorry. I can’t st—” I keep coming. How pathetic. Fucking embarrassing.
She sucks me into her mouth, and I swear to everything, I come a second time before my first orgasm is even over.
A second, stronger, wave of cum shoots out of me, and into her mouth.
She hums, her eyes staring up at me as she swallows me down, unperturbed that my cum is on her face and hair. She’s my wet dream come true.
I feel the last drops of my release drip down her throat and the aftershocks of my orgasm run up my spine and down my legs.
“Mmm. Does your girlfriend-slash-fiancé know you’re here? Cause I can’t un-suck a dick,” she says, running her tongue around my tip, letting me feel her piercing. I’m cursing myself for coming so quickly and not getting a chance to feel that piercing along my entire dick.
My shoulders stiffen at the mention of Nicolette. “You don’t need to worry about her,” I say, trying to get my thoughts in order. After tonight, there’s no way I could be with anyone else except this amazing woman kneeling before me.
“Oh, I’m not worried about her. I just want to know if you’re gonna pretend I don’t exist after this again,” she says.
Her words are dripping with snark and confidence, but I can see in her eyes that she means it. She doesn’t want to feel used.
“I plan on breaking up with Nicolette tomorrow morning.” I swipe my thumb under her lip, collecting a few rogue drops of my cream and she happily sucks into her mouth.
“Mmm. Did you decide that just now as you splooged into my mouth?” she asks. “Sounds like a pretty rash decision, Doc.”
She’s still on her knees, my cum is still on her face and lips. Are we really having this conversation right now?
“I made up my mind about ending things with Nicolette before I got here. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you since…”
“Since?...” she asks, still looking up at me, and I’m just noticing that some of my cum is also on her cleavage. Fuck me if that’s not the sexiest thing I’ve ever witnessed.
“Since I met you. I don’t know why. But I’m crazy about you, Beautiful. I want you,” I tell her, laying out all my cards.
“You’re just saying that. I’m only here for another day, then we both go back to our very different lives,” she says.
I’ve already started thinking about this. I’m a problem solver, it’s in my nature.
“You’re worth visiting. It’s an easy plane ride to get to you from here.” I looked it up. Her training facility is a two hour plane ride. I can make the time to see her if she’ll let me. “And you’re always welcome to come down here for a visit, too.”
“Hmm…I dunno. What can you do to convince a girl to come back and visit?” Her lips turn up in that devious smile again as she leans back on her arms, and drops her knees to the side, opening her legs for me.
I drop to my knees, ready to give this one-of-a-kind woman anything she wants.
“Tell me what you want, Beautiful,” I say, licking my lips, hoping she lets me get a taste of her. The crotch of her black panties is glistening, soaked already. I want to be between her long, thick, tattooed legs so badly.
She slides off her black panties, tosses them at me, giving me confirmation that she’s dripping wet. She gives me her devilish smile and I know this woman is going to own me with the words she’s about to speak.