God, I love this part of meeting someone new. The flirting. The naughty thrill of innuendo that runs through me when I talk dirty with a guy. And getting my handsome, sexy doctor to open up with me is the ultimate turn on.
My dick aches at the reminder that it never got to experience a happy ending tonight. I stare down at the bulge that’s formed in my shorts and take it in my palm, stroking long and leisurely in anticipation of Mark’s response.
God, I hope he has a dirty mouth.
Mark surprises me for the third time tonight when my phone rings in my hand, announcing his call.
I nearly shudder when I hear his throaty, thick voice on the other end of the line.
“Hey,” he says in a whisper soft tone.
“I don’t recall ever giving you my number,” I state without preamble.
“You didn’t directly, but I have all my staff’s numbers in my contacts. It comes in handy.”
I snicker and stroke my dick. “Very handy. Are you calling to discuss Monday then?”
A gap of silence fills the line and then I hear him sigh, whether it’s relief or something else, I’m not sure.
“Eli, fuck work and fuck Monday. You have no idea what kind of a state you’ve put me in tonight. My head is reeling, and I can’t shut it off. Honestly, I have no idea how to stop it...this wanting you. I didn’t get nearly enough. Not even close. And now I’m breaking my own rules, goddammit. It’s all your fault.”
My first instinct is to joke about how no one ever gets enough of me, but I can’t. Because I feel the same way toward Mark. The moment I met Mark Olsen was the minute I lost all balance. Like I stepped on the platform of a carnival ride that has me spinning round and round, the motion doing crazy things to my equilibrium and giving me a euphoric high all at the same time.
Clearing my throat, I answer truthfully. I’m not going to play games with him. There’s no need. Games are for kids, and we are fucking men.
“Same here, doc. Touching you...fuck,tasting you was everything I wanted and everything I thought it would be. And believe me, I’ve thought about it a lot these past few weeks.”
There’s an air of surprise in his gasp. “You have? Wow, I don’t know what to say to that.”
The sound of his voice travels from my ears directly to my cock, my dick growing harder and needier in the heat of my palm.
I hear movement on the other end, like he’s shifted or has maybe run his fingers through his hair.
He clears his throat. “Okay, I’m going to propose something that is absurdly crazy and wrong on all levels. But I can’t see another way around it. I want to fuck you. Now. This weekend. We have forty-eight hours until Monday morning when we’re back on rotation. Between now and then, I want to doeverythingwith you.”
My breath leaves my body in awhoosh. I can’t help it, but the moment he admitted to wanting to fuck me, my cock demanded action. I whip off my shirt, throwing it down the other end of the couch, and tug down my underwear.
“Everything?” I ask in a breathy wisp.
I add the pressure where I need it, closing my eyes at the sensation as I rub and stroke my length. I imagine it’s Mark’s hand on me – jacking me off. I picture him between my spread legs, his thick cock jutting from his body and sliding in and out of my hole. Tightening around him in spastic waves as he slams inside, each time hitting me precisely where it counts.
My breathing becomes erratic and I hear him swear.
“Oh shit. Are you touching yourself right now?”
“Mmm...” I murmur, getting closer and closer to the point of no return.
“I’m imagining it...you fucking me.”Stroke, pull, squeeze. “You inside me. Your body covering mine. It’s so hot...I can’t... it’s you...you’re gonna make me come.”
We both groan in unison but then he stops my movements with an abrupt command.
“Wait for me,” he says, and I hear the faint snick of his zipper, the raspy sigh, and then a grunt.
We talk dirty, telling each other how it would feel. How tight I’d be. How he’d get me nice and slick, fingering my ass, licking my taint, lubing me up before slamming inside me.
It only takes a few more pulls until I’ve lost all sensible direction and I shoot long hot ribbons of lust onto my belly and chest, the hot liquid spilling over my hand. It is one of the best solo sessions I’ve had in months. Ten times hotter knowing it was happening simultaneous with Mark’s.
My body begins to relax as I hear him rasp over the other end of the line.
