The Match

“When?” she asks without hesitation.

“Now. I need to see you now. I have something I need you to take care of for me.”

She laughs. “Is it long and hard and gives me multiple orgasms?”

Ava is so adorable that I chuckle. “Yes. I need some assistance. My cock misses your mouth.”

“Just my mouth?” she says, goading me.

“And your pussy. Can you meet me here? I have to check in on Dr. Walsh’s procedure around seven.”

“I’ll be there in about thirty minutes.”

I let out a sigh of relief. “Good girl. I’ll meet you in our usual spot and don’t wear any panties.”

“Yes, sir,” she coos and then the line goes dead.

I beat Ava up to the on-call room, in a rush to be inside her again. This woman is becoming an addiction, one that could kill me if I let her. Or at the very least kill my career. Ever since our fling had started, I kept telling myself that I needed one more time, before I could kick this habit. I never took risks like this with any of the women I hooked up with in the past.

I was hoping Ava would listen and not wear any underwear. But she did one better. She waltzes into the room in high heels, a mini skirt, and a low-cut tank top that hugs her curves and leaves nothing to the imagination. The sight of her in this outfit has me unzipping my pants, already waiting with my cock in my hand, giving myself a few strokes.

“Lock the door and sit down,” I tell Ava.

She bites down on her bottom lip, thinking over my request before she does as I ask. I take in the sight of her, vulnerable and willing, as she sucks in a deep breath. Ava stares into my eyes as if she wants me. I know she does.

She walks past me, sits on the couch, and crosses her legs. I continue to stare at her, allow my eyes to wander until I have taken in every part of her delicious body.

“Did you do as I asked?” My tone is firm.

“Yes, sir,” she hisses, with a seductive look in her eyes.

I lick my lips and drop to the floor in front of her. “Let me see.”

She glances down at her legs, and then up at me, as if she wants me to give her the next instruction. So, I do.

“Spread your legs and show me your pussy.”

Ava separates her thighs for me, opening them wide enough to give me a good look. She’s shaved and already wet for me. Her skin glistens with her juices that cause my dick to get harder, cutting off oxygen. I need some form of relief, so I grip my shaft and stroke my cock.

I sit back just enough so she can see what she’s doing to me. “I want you to touch yourself for me, and then I’ll reward you for being a good girl.”

She rubs her clit for me, and it takes every ounce of self-control I have to sit and watch, while I jerk myself off. But I’m weak. I dip my head between her legs and glide my tongue across her folds, too greedy to wait for her to finish. I need to taste every part of her, lap up her juices and feel her come undone beneath me. Neither of us loses momentum, both of us so close to climax.

Ava threads her fingers through my short hair with one hand and continues playing with her pussy with the other. She moans my name, but instead of Sloan, she screams Doc. I want to feel her come, so I slide two fingers inside her wetness, still stroking my shaft with my other hand. She lets out a soft moan that makes me work harder, faster. Within seconds, she clamps down on my fingers, her pussy holding them in a vise.

I give her a second to relax before I slide my fingers out of her and suck her juices from them. Still holding onto my cock, I coming to a standing and position myself in front of her. “Open your mouth,” I command, and she leans forward to lick my sensitive skin.

Wrapping her plump lips around my cock, she peeks up at me. I take her hair between my fingers, holding her head in a vise. She massages my balls with one hand and strokes my shaft with the other, and my entire body trembles from her touch. I come so fucking hard I think Ava has trouble sucking down all of it. But she licks her lips and removes my cock from her mouth. Until I met Ava, I thought pussy was just pussy, no matter where I got it from. But sex is different with this woman.

I love that Ava has no problems with our little game, even though this is not exactly a game that either of us can win. But it sure as hell feels like one when we’re together. Ava challenges me in ways she doesn’t even realize. She mostly challenges me mentally, because she has done a number on me.

“This couch sucks. Get up and bend over the desk in the corner.” I point and she follows my finger, complying once again with my request.

I love that she doesn’t talk back. She allows me to be the boss, always in control of the situation.

She moves the chair away from the desk and sinks her elbows into the wood, changing her position a few times before she looks over at me with a smile. “Is this how you want me?”

“Yes, stay just like that.” I grab hold of my pants that are still around my ankles and pull them up just enough, so I don’t trip on them as I make my way over to Ava. I remove a condom from my pocket, position myself behind her, and rip the foil packet open with my teeth, spitting it on the floor.