Or the test of our sexual potency that’s about to combust from our explosive chemistry.
I reach behind him and grab one ass cheek, squeezing and plumping it in my grip. I throw the other arm around the back of his neck, so I have a firm hold at the base. I’m not letting him go until I get what I want. Until he knows how much I want him.
“You’re all I’ve thought about since I stepped into your OR, doc.”
I grunt, taking a moment to nuzzle my lips at the base of his neck and nip along the smooth expanse of skin there, sipping at every delectable inch until I reach his earlobe. I swipe my tongue around the shell of his ear and then bite at the fleshy soft tissue of his lobe. His moan reverberates off the walls around us and I nearly lose my load like an inexperienced virgin.
He arches into me, our cocks aligned and hard, both in search of the same thing. Friction. Relief. Satisfaction. The intensity of our need supersedes everything else clamoring for our attention outside these four walls.
I continue to kiss and nip while his fingers slide into my hair on each side of my face, guiding me to the spots he likes. Honestly, I don’t need help because his husky moans tell me exactly where he seems to enjoy my mouth. I drop my hands to his beltline, tugging at the soft material so neatly and carefully tucked into his pants.
I snicker to myself at how different we are. Mark, the prim and proper; the perfectly groomed image of an esteemed doctor. And me, a little ruffled, unkept, maybe even a bit bohemian for his taste.
“What’s so funny?” he asks, as his hand covers mine over his belt buckle that I’m working to undo.
Our gazes lock and I see there’s concern etched in his half-lidded eyes.
“Nothing. I’m just pleasantly surprised this is happening. I normally have a pretty spot-on gaydar, but I couldn’t get an accurate read on you. You sent me mixed signals.”
The buckle comes undone with a metal clank, as I pop the button and slide the zipper down to open the plackets of his slacks, exposing the place I want to be. Where he wants me to be.
When I run a fingernail over the hard bulge, Mark sucks in a breath between his teeth, a cross between pleasure and fear.
My progress is thwarted with a firm hold of my wrist.
“Eli,” he clears his throat and his body stiffens under my touch. “This...whatever this is...only happens here. Not outside those doors. No one else can know.”
Mark looks off over my shoulder and bites his lip guiltily, but still manages to look sexy. Using my finger to turn his chin back to me, I pin him with a stare.
“Hey man, I got you. Your secret isn’t mine to share. If this is just for tonight, that’s cool. I just want to be with you, okay?”
Mark seems to think about this for a second, his fingers sliding through the hair on both sides of my temple again. His touch elicits a feeling of intimacy, a physical connection I haven’t had with anyone in far too long.
If I didn’t need to get off so bad, I’d stand here all night and let them run his hands through my hair over and over again. For as long as he wanted. It’s intoxicating.
As if he’s reached a conclusion, Mark sighs, bending down to close the gap between our mouths and places his lips against mine. It’s gentle at first, with a few firm pecks until I open for him and he opens for me. His tongue runs the seam of my lips, finding my tongue as we move together in slow motion.
“Just tonight, Eli. Only tonight.”
While I may not agree with him, because this feels too damn good to give up, I know he has his reasons. Mark is not my direct boss, per se, but in terms of hospital hierarchy he is my superior and we have to work together. I’m not naïve enough to think that after tonight it’s going to be a thousand times more difficult to keep my hands off him or veer my dirty thoughts away from the hot doctor in the operating room.
Slipping a hand underneath his cashmere sweater and button down, I trace the trail of soft, fuzzy hair that leads up to his navel, circling around it twice, before flattening out and exploring the terrain of his chest. The man is a living-breathing-walking sculpture.
Who knew the hot doctor’s lab coat was covering up such fine torso all this time?
I bite my lip to keep from blurting what I really want to say, which is, “no fucking way,” but give in to his request. It’s the only way to prevent this from ending right now and Mark leaving me high and dry. Leaving me without ever finding out what sounds he makes when he gets off.
“Fine,” I capitulate with a nip of his swollen bottom lip. “Just tonight.”
