"You're coming with me, woman. I need you to make sure I clean all those hard-to-reach places."
Then Dex picked me up in his strong arms as if I weighed nothing. He heaved me over his shoulder caveman style and smacked my bare ass for good measure. I squealed and made a show of struggling against him, but he only needed to dip one finger between my legs and he could tell it was all for show. He had me. He owned me. I craved him.
He carried me to the bathroom, reached in and turned on the shower jets. His lips and hands were everywhere as he set me down. I reached up and ran my hands along his broad chest. I loved the feel of the wiry curls along his solid abs. He was already huge and hard. His erection bobbed in front of him, inviting me to do something about it.
And so I did.
As we waited for the water to warm, I sank down to my knees in front of him, shooting him a sly smile. His eyes darkened with lust and I kept eye contact as I slid my lips around his turgid cock. My Dex was so big I had to stretch my mouth wide to take all of him in. He shuddered in my mouth as I set a rhythm I knew he couldn't resist. I took him all the way down to the root, gagging a little as his hair tickled my nose. I sucked hard, keeping him right where I wanted with a strong grip on his ass.
"Ava," he gasped as I swirled my tongue around his shaft and sank even lower down. I felt the muscles of his hamstrings twitch and knew he exercised powerful restraint to keep from taking over the pace from me. He would hold on as long as he could before he would need to grab my hair and fuck my mouth. The thought of it thrilled me. Heat grew between my legs as I lavished Dex with my lips and tongue, seeing how far I could take him before he lost himself in me.
"Fuck," he whispered as I took a long, slow suck up the shaft of his cock, pulling off with a pop. And that's what finally did him in. "I can't stop."
I smiled up at him; his eyes fluttered and practically rolled into the back of his head. Then I opened wide as Dex hooked his fingers around the back of my head and brought me down on him. I sucked him through every pulse of his orgasm, taking every drop he had to give me. Toward the end, his knees buckled and he had to reach back and steady himself by grabbing the bathroom counter. Finally, he sank down and knelt in front of me. The shower ran hot beside us, filling the room with steam. Dex kissed me slow and deep and we helped each other up and stepped over the side of the tub.
He turned me away from the water and bent me forward with a strong hand at the center of my back. I angled my ass up for him, my muscles clenched and ached, waiting for Dex to fill me. The power of my need had me quaking. Dex plunged deep in me, his dick still rock hard even though he'd already spent himself. He fucked me hard and I braced my hands against the shower walls. While still inside me, Dex reached back and pulled the shower sprayer off its holster. I gasped when I realized what he was about to do. Dex adjusted the nozzle and brought it around. With Dex hard, thick and deep within me, he reached around and worked me with the shower nozzle, letting the jets hit me in my most sensitive spots.
The sensations were so intense, I felt like my skin couldn't contain them. The gentle spray struck my swollen clit like a thousand probing fingers, sending an electrical current through my whole body. I came almost instantly. It was my turn for my knees to buckle and Dex brought his other arm around to keep me in position. All the while, he kept the nozzle steady, rendering me helpless against the relentless jets. I came in wave after deep wave of pleasure. Just when I thought I was cresting down, desire built again and Dex coaxed another orgasm out of me. I wriggled and squirmed, trying to turn away or control the sensation but Dex held me firm, controlling my pleasure and making me ride each new wave as it came. With his cock, his hands, and that shower nozzle he claimed me, owned me, made me his again and again.
Finally, I sank against him unable to take it anymore. If Dex came again, I didn't even know. I felt numb and sated, barely able to hold myself. A slow, satisfied grin came over Dex's face as he turned me around to face him. He holstered the shower nozzle and grabbed a fresh wash cloth from the basket next to the tub. He took his time lathering me and himself with soap. I leaned against the wall, and let him tend to me. I could hardly feel my arms and legs. When he finished, he helped me out of the tub and sat me down on the vanity chair so he could help me dry.
"I think I like you like this," he said. "I've finally found a way to fuck you senseless."
I smiled, leaned down and kissed the top of his head as he knelt before me and toweled off my feet. He kissed each of the arches, sending a fresh tingle through my whole body.
"I'm not going to be able to move for about an hour, much less lift patients."
Dex seemed immune to my protests as he dragged me to my feet again and helped me stagger back out into the bedroom. "Now, I've just got to figure out a way to tie you down so you don't squirm so much the next time we do that."
I shuddered. He'd found the perfect blend of torture and pleasure and I'd be lying if said I didn't hope he could find a way to do just what he said. "Next time! It's going to take me a week to recover from this time."
Dex laughed in that deep, sexy timbre that sent goosebumps across my shoulders. "We'll just have to train you to build up your tolerance. Should be fun."
I took a mock swing at him which he neatly dodged. After we were dressed, I knew I'd have to walk through the gauntlet of knowing glances from any of the club members who might have heard our shower scene through the Den's thin walls. Sometime soon, we were going to have to come up with different sleeping arrangements. We'd both been afraid to talk about it, I think. It meant a new level to our relationship that I know Dex was worried I wouldn't take. And I was just as worried about what I'd say if he asked.
My legs still felt like rubber as I climbed on the back of Dex's bike and slid my helmet over my ears. I put my arms around his waist and pressed my cheek against his back, taking in the warm, heady scent of the soft leather of his cut. He kick started the bike and the engine roared beneath us as we sped off toward the hospital.
"You've got a head lac in three, a four-year-old with a sour belly in one and a couple of sorority sisters who've learned the dangers of mixing too much weed and Boone's Farm in two." Joleen handed me a stack of charts with a smile.
I missed her. With me spending so much time with Dex on my off hours, we barely saw each other anymore. She'd also rotated to day shift. While I preferred working with her, I loved walking in knowing she would have everything in order when I got there.
"Sounds pretty fantastic," I said and I meant it. I was hoping for a nice, quiet, run-of-the-mill night. Of course, those were the ones that usually ended in a shit storm, but for now I'd take what I could get.
Joleen followed me into the locker room as I changed into a fresh pair of scrubs and she changed out of her stale ones.
"How're things with tall, dark and alpha male?" Joleen winked at me.
I smiled and shrugged. "Mostly just pure fun." It was the truth and I didn't mind admitting it.
"Got a ring on your finger yet?" Joleen grabbed my left hand and inspected. The question took me off guard a little bit and I jerked my hand away a little rougher than I intended. She nodded and gave me a conspiratorial wink.
"That isn't something either one of us is even thinking about, Joleen."
She raised a brow. "Right. Have you seen him when he's looking at you, Ava? That guy is one hundred percent in love with you. He's not just having fun. You know that, right? He's pissed a figurative circle around you."
"That's a lovely image." I shrugged as I looped my stethoscope around my neck and shoved a couple of pens in my pocket. If I could make it through the shift without someone making off with either of them I'd consider myself lucky.
"It's not something we talk about. Honest." I held three fingers up in a Girl Scout salute.
"What do you talk about?"
I sank down on to the bench. I wasn't in the mood for a heart-to-heart on the subject but Joleen always had a way of making me talk. She ought to go to work for the C.I.A.
"For the most part, we just like to be, you know? It's kind of nice. It wasn't like that the first time around. Things were fast and furious and intense. We've both been through so much ... it's just easier for us to not talk about everything."
Joleen shook her head as she sank down next to me. "So what you're trying to say is that you're both too busy fucking you don't have time to talk about anything real. I gotta say, Ava, that's not half bad as a relationship strategy. I ought to try that next time around."
I nudged her hard with my elbow in jest, nearly knocking her off the end of the bench. The truth was, she wasn't wrong. Sex had always been our default way of dealing with things. It was true thirteen years ago and it was even truer now. Dex had started asking me questions about Iraq. I asked him questions about the penitentiary. We gave each other pat answers and not five minutes later I went down on him. It had been easier to finish him off than the conversation.
"Fine." Joleen put her hands up in surrender. "I won't pry into your business anymore right now. As it happens, I've got a hot date of my own. I've been seeing a surgical intern."