So, when Whitney mentioned control, it brought up the all the struggles of being a man in the nursing field. Especially, a man whose father is a doctor.
But, yeah, I liked to be in control in bed. Maybe it stemmed from my work insecurities. But also, I just really liked sex and didn’t want to have to rely on my partner to get the job done.
“Do you have a problem taking orders from a nurse?” I asked slyly, grabbing her by the back of her knees and scooting her closer to me.
“Not at all,” she said, her eyes wide, ready for me to give it to her. “Do you think that’s how we all are?”
I kissed her neck. “I think you can probably see why I feel that way.”
“I hope I don’t ever give off that impression. I respect everything you do.”
It felt nice to hear, but this wasn’t the time for that discussion.
“I don’t need you to respect me right now,” I said. “I just want you to fuck me.”
After that, things were a bit of a blur. At first, we were a tangled mess of limbs because she must have forgotten that I was going to be in charge. Then, she loosened up and it was great. I got off in about five minutes, and she did, too. I gave myself a mental pat on the back for being such a generous lover.
“Do we have to go back out there?” she asked, giving me a kiss once the deed was done.
“What else would we do? If we wait around much longer, everyone’s going to know what we did in here. Bethany and I are pals, but I wasn’t planning on telling her that she needs to change her sheets.”
I leaned over her and tucked her hair behind her ear. She really was pretty beautiful. I loved the way her porcelain skin turned pink when I made her orgasm. Her big hazel eyes looked straight into mine in a way that made me believe that I was kind of special.
Did I mention that I’d had a lot to drink?
“You should probably get dressed,” I suggested. She lounged lazily on the bed as if she were waiting for seconds. If we weren’t crunched for time, I would have definitely given it to her again, right then and there. But, the beauty of a one-night stand was that it only happened once.
I was nearly dressed, just fiddling with the stuck zipper on my pants, when I heard a knock on the door.
“Is anyone in here?” a loud voice asked. Someone else had clearly had the same idea as Whitney and I did.
I panicked. In my haste to get Whitney naked, I had forgotten to lock the door. If I locked it now, whoever was waiting would inevitably tell the whole party and we would be busted.
But, if we walked out now in various stages of undress, at least two people would know what we had done. That was two too many. I had to make a quick decision.
I could see the panic on Whitney’s face too. In haste, I grabbed her by the wrist and yanked her into the walk-in closet, silently shutting the door as it flung open. As long as no one looked in the closet, we were safe.
I tried to listen to the voices, but I wasn’t quite sure who was having a go in the bed we’d just shared. Whitney squinted, as if being able to see better would help her hearing.
Whoever was going at it was really enjoying themselves, because they were making all sorts of noises. As perverted as it made me feel to be hiding in a closet while someone was having sex just feet away, it made me pretty horny. Something about it made me feel like I was in a real-life porno. Now, I just had to see if Whitney was into it too.
I felt around in the dark for her, and she let out a tiny squeak when I landed on her breast. Luckily, the people on the bed were too busy with their own activities.
“We can’t,” she whispered in my ear.
“Why not?”
She thought for a moment. “I don’t know.”
This time, her dress was already off so I dropped my pants and we went at it again like rabbits. She opened her mouth to moan, and I pressed mine against it, hoping to muffle the sounds. My hands groped every surface of her body, every muscle and every soft curve. She was absolute perfection.
Her legs crossed behind my back, and I slid an arm underneath her arched back. I pulled her tighter, getting closer and closer. By now, I didn’t care who heard us, I just wanted to get off as quickly as possible. The moans and cries from the bed outside made it harder to keep my stamina.
Just when I was about to come, I heard a female voice ask, “Did you hear something?”
I couldn’t stop at this point. If we got caught, then we got caught. I didn’t care anymore.
I could tell that she was going to come too. Maybe it was the naughtiness of it all that just sent us over the edge. As I saw her mouth drop open in silent shrieks, I closed my eyes and let the sensations engulf me.
When it was all said and done, I pressed an ear to the closet door. Silence.
“I think we’re alone,” I concluded, and we erupted into a fit of silent giggles.
“I can’t believe I just did that,” she whispered.
I couldn’t either. More importantly, I couldn’t believe that I had just fucked the hottest doctor at the hospital. She had been the object of my desire for a few weeks, and I’d just landed her.
“We should probably get out of here,” she said, struggling to zip her dress back up. I lent a hand, watching her toned back disappear behind the teeth of the zipper. I let my lips hover on the back of her neck one last time.
“You first,” I said, opening the door a sliver, then the rest of the way once the coast was clear. I sighed, knowing that I had probably used up a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity and I’d have to focus my attentions on someone else.