So I stopped. Doesn’t mean I still don’t get propositioned, though.
Today? I’m feeling so low I don’t give a shit about risk. I need to forget and feel something to dull this ache in my body.
As luck would have it, I head into the locker room and Cecily walks in. She’s an ER nurse, one of many who’ve made it clear they’re DTF. She’s pretty enough—blonde hair, bright smile, curves in all the right places.
Perfect. It’s been too long. My cock stirs as she approaches.
“Hey, Shay,” she purrs, soft and teasing. “You look like you could use a quick break.”
I glance at her briefly and return to the text I’m tapping out to my brother, Cillian and begin the game. “I prefer Seamus.”
“Well,Shay-mus, I’m off the clock and…” She steps closer, her hand brushing against my arm as she raises her eyebrows suggestively. “I need something torelaxme if I’m going to get to sleep tonight…what about you? Is the Orgasm Whisperer back in business for me tonight?”
Yeah. Didn’t take any effort whatsoever. “What do you have in mind?”
Cecily’s hand slides down my arm until her fingers intertwining with mine. “Come on,” she whispers. “I’ll suck you off and you make me come. I know the drill. We don’t fuck. There are no strings.”
I hesitate, now having second thoughts when she puts it so bluntly. I shouldn’t do this. Iknowit. Despite my lapse of judgement a few minutes ago, I’m not particularly proud of my behavior. It’s a little—juvenile.
On the other hand, fuck it. I’m tired. Lonely. Is it so wrong to want to feel something other than the weight of my responsibilities?
I let her lead me down the hall to the stairwell.
The dim, echoing cavern of concrete and flickering fluorescent lights is a place where many of my bad decisions have been made. Cecily presses me against the wall, her hands furiously tugging at the waistband of my scrubs. I let my head fall back against the wall and close my eyes when Cecily’s mouth engulfs my cock.
She’s enthusiastic, I’ll give her props. The sensation is immediate, electric, and I can’t help the low groan escaping my lips. Her tongue swirls around my crown, teasing and deliberate. My body responds, hips jerking slightly as she takes me deeper.
Cecily’s hands move to my hips, holding me in place. Her mouth continues to work me with such skill I should be losing my mind.
Instead it starts to wander.
I can’t stop thinking about Miranda. Or the way my mentor, Bryce Caldwell, seems to be completely unbothered by his fuck-up.
“Mmmmm,” Cecily hums around my cock, snapping me back to the present. The vibration sends a shiver up my spine. Her hands are planted on my hips. Nails dig into my skin.
Shit. I should be enjoying this.
I’m not into it. At this point, my dick’s reaction is pure biology.
She pulls back slightly, her tongue flicking against my balls. My breath hitches. I’m close. I want to get this over with. Her hands move to my ass, pulling me closer, and I push back into her mouth because it’ll get me there faster.
Getting off is easier than admitting this isn’t what I want.
I feel the pressure building. Tension coils in my gut. Even as my body responds and I shoot my load down her throat, I’m teetering on the edge of sanity.
I can’t shake the guilt of giving in to temptation. Or the emptiness flooding my system.
This isn’t who I am. Or, at least, it’s not who I want to be.
Ah, hell.
What’s done is done. I’m not going to leave her high and dry. I’d never dream of taking without giving.
Without warning, I pull her up and spin her around, pressing her against the wall. Cecily’s breath hitches. She looks at me over her shoulder, her eyes wide with surprise as my body pins hers in place.
From this point forward, it isn’t about me. It’s about her. I know exactly how to make her forget everything for a moment.
My hands move with practiced precision, tracing the curve of her hip before sliding between her legs. She’s trembling already, her body responding to my touch. I start slow, my fingers teasing her through the fabric of her scrubs, and she moans softly, her head falling back against my chest.
