Dear Bridget, I Want You(52)

I dropped to my knees and pulled his scrubs down slowly. His breathing became labored as I wrapped my hands around his throbbing cock. A string of pre-cum dripped down, and I caught it with my mouth. Simon moaned as I licked the rest off of his tip.

I looked up at him, and he was just on another planet. His eyes rolled back as he buried his fingers in my hair.

I waited for him to look at me again before I took him all the way down my throat, sucking him as I stroked the slick and silky skin of his thick shaft.

“Fuck, yes. Just like that, Bridget. I’ve always wanted to feel this beautiful mouth around my cock. You have no idea…how good…this feels…”

He kept tightening his abs to keep from coming. I started to suck harder and move my hand faster.

His body began to shake. “I’m coming. You’d better—”

Ignoring his warning, I felt streams of hot cum exploding out of him and into my mouth. I swallowed all of it, something I hadn’t ever done—not even with Ben.

Simon’s abs were moving in and out as he continued to pant. His hair was all fucked-up, and he looked like all of the wind had been knocked out of him.

“God, you give good head, baby.” He still looked dazed. “That was…”

I stood up. “We’d better go.”

“You think I’m going to let you go, just like that? We still have ten minutes. I’m not wasting it.”

He pulled up his pants then dropped to his knees.

“What are you doing?”

“Finishing off my lunch,” he said, sliding down my bottoms.

“That’s really not necess—” I gasped.

My words just stopped upon the feel of his mouth on my clit. Simon growled, and I could feel it vibrate through me. His warm tongue circled around my lips. I was probably pulling too hard on his hair, but I couldn’t help it.

Simon buried his whole face between my legs. It was the most intense oral sex of my life.

“My pussy,” he whispered in between lapping his tongue.

He gripped my ass to guide me over his mouth.

“That’s it. Ride my face,” he groaned.

Simon’s tongue was deep inside of me as I came so fast. It was literally the longest lasting orgasm of my life.

When he stood up, he said, “Please tell me I’ll get to do that again. That can’t be the last time.”

“Haven’t we broken the rules enough for one day?”

“Technically, not the Clinton rules. We’re still in compliance.” He rubbed my cheek then pulled me into him again and kissed me hard.

I was surprised how little of my lipstick had actually spread to his lips…or his cock. It was matte, and long-lasting, apparently.

Simon and I safely returned to the emergency room area. No one had a clue that we had been together, let alone what we had been doing on the third floor.

Later that afternoon, Simon and I were attending to the same patient. I caught him staring at me when he thought I wasn’t looking. Our eyes locked, and we just smiled at each other for a moment. It was clear we were both still on a sexual cloud nine.

My shift ended before his. I was on my way out but decided to say goodbye to him first.

Simon was looking at someone’s chart when I came up behind him.

“I’m off, Simon.”

He frowned. “I wish I could get out of here with you.”

There was something I had been waiting to ask him.

“I’ve been meaning to tell you…” I said. “The weekend after next is Brendan’s birthday. I’m having a little party for him at the house. I think he would love it if you’d be there.”

Simon closed his eyes momentarily then asked, “That’s the weekend of the twenty-fifth?”

“Yes.”

His expression dampened. “Shit. I would’ve loved to have gone, but I’ve booked tickets to the UK. I’m going there for a week.”

My heart sank. “Oh. To see your parents?”

“Yes.” He seemed hesitant. “And I…also have an interview for a permanent internist position at a private practice in Leeds.”

I just stood there with my mouth hanging open. I knew this was coming. He’d always made it crystal clear that he was going back to England once his residency was over, but a part of me really hoped he would change his mind. Apparently, that part of me was just delusional.

“Wow, it’s really happening, huh?”

“Well, nothing is set in stone. It’s just an interview.”

“But if you get it, you’ll take it, right?”

“I haven’t thought that far ahead.”

I didn’t know if I was just feeling really emotional because of what we’d done today or if it was the build up from months of worrying about this very thing happening, but my eyes started to water.