Three
The whole drive back home, I swear my hand is still tingling from the touch of his lips. Then I smile and giggle as I recall the feel of his cock against my face. Even though he wasn’t aroused, it was certainly quite…substantial. My body shudders at the memory of that and the few times his eyes darkened as he looked at me. Jesus, I felt like I was naked in front of him. Like he could see straight to my soul, even. Not to mention the fact that the press of his lips to my skin made me feel things I haven’t in too many months to count.
I’m still smiling as I let myself into my apartment. And all throughout dinner and as I daydream through my favorite Thursday night shows. When I finally settle into bed, I know what I have to do. I grab my favorite toy and get comfortable. Then I settle in for a slightly more realistic fantasy about Dr. Brock Rush. And about how many ways I could offer myself to him. Maybe the baby grand in his office a la Pretty Woman . I could straddle his lap until he lifts me onto the keys to have his way with me.
God, what would his mouth feel like on the rest of my body? My neck and my breasts and, heaven help me, my pussy. A bolt of pleasure slices through me at the thought. And then his dark blue eyes float before me as his voice echoes in my mind.
“Good night, sweet Sadie.”
That’s all it takes for me to come. A pained moan ripping from my throat as my release claims me. It’s so powerful, I barely manage to turn off my toy and toss it aside. Then I close my eyes and hope for more erotic dreams about Brock.
I swear I’m still smiling as I fall asleep.
***
As soon as I get inside my apartment, I head straight for my piano. Visions of my sweet Sadie fill my memory as my fingers flow over the keys. At first, it’s just different sequences of chord progressions. But when I settle on something I like, I let the melody breathe life into my mind. I’m not surprised that the words reflect my desire for her.
“Bear yourself to me, let me make you mine.”
From there, it’s simple instructions. Unbuttoning her jacket and blouse. Sliding off her pants and letting me enjoy the view. Then after tasting her sweet skin, I strip her bare and claim her.
“Fuck,” I hiss.
My right hand leaves the keyboard as I grip my hardened cock to calm myself. Jesus, this is insane. Five minutes with a stranger and I’m ready to come in my pants with need. Of course, she seems to have unlocked the writer’s block that’s claimed me since Bianca left. And for that, I most certainly want to thank her. In any way she’ll let me.
And as the night progresses, I imagine a variety of ways to do just that. I’m so on edge by the time I settle in for the night, I’m reduced to jerking off into a condom so I can actually sleep. Something that presents a new problem in the morning when I wake up with another hard-on thanks to my erotic dreams about my sweet Sadie.
“Jesus,” I breathe. “This is insane.”
I’ve not even had a chance to start things between us and I’m already calling her mine, growling her name as I jerk off in the shower like a pre-pubescent teenager. Thankfully, it’s a Friday. Which means my day is finished at noon. Depending on what her schedule is, I’d like to invite her to my office so I can play what I wrote last night. And maybe get a better taste of her.
I’m smiling as I walk into my office. And still yet when I walk in for my eight o’clock Theory I class. As I dismiss them, I get called out.
“Do you have a hot date this weekend, Dr. Rush?”
“I’m sorry, what?” I laugh.
“Yeah,” another chimes in. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you smile so much.”
“Oh,” I chuckle. “Okay. I’m not sure what to say about that.”
“Is there a reason you’re so happy?” Miss Tull asks.
“Maybe,” I tell her. “It’s too soon to call it just yet.”
This gets a big laugh from all of them. Then they clear out and I have ten minutes before my Theory II class at nine. I manage to temper my smile this time, though. I don’t want too many eyes on me this early in our relationship. I scoff at that thought but know it’s the truth. But as much as I think she was interested in me; I have a feeling I’m going to have a lot of fun pulling her out of her shell to get us where I’d like to be.
After the classroom is cleared out, I drop my things off in my office and head toward the front of the building. I have no idea where Sadie’s office is, but I’m determined to find out. When I step into the office area, an elderly lady greets me with a bright smile.
“Can I help you?”
“I’m looking for Sadie Smith,” I tell her.
“Of course,” she nods. “Let me see if she’s available.”
She picks up a phone and presses a button. Then she speaks.
“Hey, Sadie, are you free…yes, someone’s here to see you…okay,” she smiles as she presses the phone to her shoulder. “What’s your name?”
“Brock Rush,” I smile.
“Brock Rush,” she tells her. “Okay, I’ll send him back.”
She hangs up with a smile and points behind her.
“She’s the third office on the right, dear.”
“Thank you,” I tell her with a nod.
Then I make my way to the woman who has haunted my existence ever since she left my office yesterday afternoon. Hoping against hope I can find a way to see her more often. And ultimately claim her as mine.