Dear Bridget, I Want You(32)

The sound of his breathing became even more jagged as he pumped faster and faster. I was captivated when spurts of cum shot from his cock while he murmured my name over and over again. It was the most spectacular thing, and I was literally on the edge of my own orgasm. I knew that if I’d just reached down and touched my own clit, it would set me off. My body was literally vibrating—the human equivalent of a hum.

I had no idea how long I stood there and watched. The world around me ceased to exist. I was quite literally in a fog. It wasn’t until I heard the sound of Simon’s gravelly voice that I finally snapped out of it.

“Hello, luv.”





You’ve heard the term, “You had me at hello?” Well, I lost her at hello.

I was finding that what happens in my bedroom definitely stays in my bedroom. Bridget was making that quite clear as she attempted to go about the following week pretending that our little peep show never happened.

Every time I thought back to that night, it left me absolutely gobsmacked. Only a small part of me really expected her to actually take me up on the offer to watch me masturbate.

I didn’t think she’d go through with it, but you bet your bottom dollar, I left that door open anyway. And apparently, it was a darn good thing I did.

As soon as I’d heard her at the doorway, I knew that was my cue, whether I was ready or not. I just started to stroke myself, trying to seem calm and collected when the truth was I had never wanked in front of a woman before. Simon Hogue had done a lot of things—but never that.

It was easier than I imagined, because once I could see how into watching me she was, that was all the motivation I needed to continue.

As I shot my load while calling out her name, it was probably one of the most intense orgasms I’d ever had in my life. She’d watched every last bit of it as I came. And then I said, ‘hello’ and she freaked out. Just like that, as if my cock was going to turn into a pumpkin at the stroke of midnight, Bridget disappeared.

I wasn’t going to follow her back to her room, because if she’d wanted to join in, she would have. I knew I needed to be careful with her, and to be honest, I was certain that her trepidation about being with me was founded.

That letter had floored me, though. Once I got a look at what was inside, I figured out that there was no way she could’ve meant for me to see it. It was too raw. And her words continued to haunt me every day.

When Brendan handed the envelope to me—thankfully, still sealed—I’d asked where he’d gotten it. He told me he found it on the floor next to where Bridget was sleeping.

After he left my room, I read the entire thing with my mouth hanging open and my cock painfully hard. Bridget had a dirty, little mind and knowing her innermost desires made my predicament ten times worse.

Now that we’d crossed the line a bit, I really didn’t know where to go next. Bridget seemed to be dipping her toes into the water, but I really didn’t think she ever intended to go for a full swim. She admitted it herself; she was too scared.

So, now…she was avoiding me again.

The hospital, however, was the only place where she couldn’t pretend I didn’t exist.

And being the dick that I am, I really couldn’t help playing around with Bridget at work. If I couldn’t get off on her in other ways, I was certainly getting off on making her blush. I quite liked it. It was the only attention she would grant me, and I would take what I could get.

One afternoon, a little autistic boy with suspected strep throat had been admitted. He was terrified to let me merely touch him, let alone examine his throat so that I could properly swab him for diagnosis.

As I held the long swab in my hand, he kept squirming under me, refusing to sit still. He even kicked me in the nuts pretty badly.

I turned to his mother. “Does he ever cooperate for rewards?”

“Sometimes. But in this case, he thinks you’re going to hurt him, so it’s going to be a tough sell to try to get him to go along with it. He doesn’t understand.”

“There really is no other way to test him for strep. I’m wondering if there’s a way that we could show him there’s really no harm to it.”

Knowing Bridget was just outside the examination room, I had a bright idea.

I stuck my head outside the curtain. “Nurse Valentine, I need your assistance.”

“Yes, Dr. Hogue?”

I loved when Bridget called me Doctor, because her exaggeratedly submissive tone was always contradicted by the fuck you look in her eyes.

My mouth curved into a smile. “Are you available?”

“Yes. What do you need?”

I walked a bit closer to her and spoke low, “I need you to open wide while I stick something down your throat.”