Desire was quickly replacing all of the rage that had been burning within me mere moments before. I attempted to cling to this anger. I tried to remain unaffected, even as I found myself rocking up against him in return. The sensation of his substantial length pressing against me made my mouth water. Images of burying it between my lips danced through my mind.
He shouldn't get to have me, I reasoned halfheartedly-he didn't get to use me and manipulate me, then turn around and fuck me. But even as I thought this, I knew I was fighting a losing battle. I was much too far-gone. I could feel the ache between my thighs, my juices trickling down to saturate my panties.
But, I reasoned in my lust-addled brain, I can do things my way, at least.
Dropping to my knees, I made fast work of his belt and fly, allowing his pants and underwear to pool around his feet. Soon, his large uncircumcised cock was heavy and springing in my hands as I stroked him gently. Softly, I pressed kisses along the base of his fat length, smirking as I felt him growing restless above me. Eventually, I laved my tongue against the hot member, swirling it tantalizingly around his sensitive head, pulling his foreskin back. I caught a drop of pre-cum on my tongue, savoring the flavor.
Suddenly, Makarov's hands were on my head, pushing himself deeper into my mouth. At first I tried to fight his impatient thrusts, attempting to maintain control. But the truth was, I loved giving head. And it was something that Scott had never appreciated about me. Makarov seemed to appreciate it quite a bit, however, if his moans were anything to go by. So, after a brief internal battle, I gave in, relinquishing control, and enjoyed the sensation of his thick member pushing through my lips and sliding down my throat. Closing my eyes, I allowed him to fuck my face as I moaned around his cock.
Eventually, though, his hips became erratic and his panting heavier, so I opened my eyes and pushed away. He offered a little whine of complaint, but I only grinned up at him-doing my best to mirror the cocky smirk he always seemed to have on his face. He wasn't going to get off that easily.
The expression on Makarov's face-so wrecked and needy-sent another shiver of lust down my spine. He must have seen the hunger in my eyes, because he bent and easily lifted me as he turned to place me on top of his desk.
Before I knew what was going on, I was stretched back against his desk with my skirt up around my waist and my panties hanging off of one ankle. Makarov was standing above me, breathing heavily as he studied my body with an animalistic hunger in his eyes.
Suddenly, he was between my legs. I couldn't help by cry out as his tongue pushed up inside me before latching on to my swollen clit. He sucked hard, flicking back and forth against my sensitive button.
Without taking his mouth off me, Makarov slid his fingers deep inside me, and I couldn't help but thrust back on them. He sucked and fucked me with his strong digits until I was writhing in pleasure, crying out and shaking as my orgasm ripped through my body.
Before I had the time to collect my thoughts, I was being pulled up until my ankles were around Makarov's neck. Then, without so much as a word, he thrust his massive length deep inside me. I cried out in pleasure that was just on the right side of pain, feeling my body stretch around him as he thrust into me, hard and fast.
Reaching down, he circled my clit with his finger again as he pounded into my body. It didn't take long before another orgasm was quaking through my body, and I felt Makarov freeze above me and something warm pump and spread through me as he came deep inside me.
Panting heavily, I tried to clear my head from two of the most amazing orgasms I'd ever experienced-back to back. But then I could feel his juices dripping out of me and the reality of the situation began to sink in. I'd just let a man I barely knew-who was a complete jerk and who owned the hospital I worked in-fuck me without a condom. I'd never let Scott do that, and we'd been together for over three years.
Shame washed over me. Without saying a word, I stood and pulled up my panties as I straightened my skirt. Without so much as a glance at Makarov, I turned and walked out of the office. My tears were falling by the time I hit the elevators.
What was I going to do now?
Chapter 8
The waiting room of the doctor's office was large and airy, with eastern facing windows that let in the bright early morning sunlight. I still found the room oppressive as I huddled in a corner, last month's Cosmo open in my lap. There was no way I could concentrate on any reading at all. I was too busy biting my nails and berating myself for what I had done a few nights before.
The last month had been one of the hardest I'd ever experienced in my entire life. Making it through medical school at the top of my class was a piece of cake compared to everything I'd had to deal with over the course of the last four weeks. I'd moved across the country to start an internship at Miami General, a prestigious privately owned hospital on the coast of Florida. I'd said goodbye to everyone and everything I knew and loved and had yet to establish any strong ties in my new state of residence.
During my first month on the job, I'd witnessed a fatality on the operating room table. The death had been upsetting but what followed made it so much worse. I'd then been forced to present the circumstances of that fatality at the hospital's monthly Morbidity and Mortality conference. At the conference, I'd been interrogated by the CEO of the hospital-a young, cocky Russain man by the name of Lex Makarov.
Later that same evening, Makarov had overheard me badmouthing him to my friend Lori and had decided to punish me by giving me extra work. He had tasked me with examining previous cases of patient fatalities and/or possible patient mistreatment that had occurred at Miami General over the previous few years.
As if that hadn't made things stressful enough, I was also fighting a losing battle with my most basic desires when it came to Makarov, whose intense grey eyes and self-assured smile wouldn't leave my thoughts. Anger and lust slowly built inside me over the course of the next few weeks, as I had had to work closely with the man.
I couldn't explain my attraction to him, and it was clearly an attraction, not just lust. It had to do with his confidence, I guessed. And his ability-intended or not-to instill some of that confidence in me. Unlike many people in my life up till now, he seemed supportive of my goals of being the best doctor I could be. His attitude almost soothed me. But part of me also believed that he was just an asshole.
All that aside, a few days ago, things had finally come to a head, and I made the biggest mistake of my entire life.
I'd gotten slightly buzzed and gone to Makarov's office late in the evening, having decided to tell the cocksure jackass off. Instead, I'd ended up having wild, passionate sex with him on top of the desk in his office. Even worse, we had done it without a condom. The memory of those actions was very nearly enough to bring me to tears as I waited to see a doctor.
"Michelle Carter," called a nurse, breaking me out of my thoughts. As if in a haze, I followed the nurse back towards the examination room.
"Is this your first time seeing Dr. James?" she asked with a smile as she checked my weight and my blood pressure.
"Yes," I replied. "I'm new in town. I've only been here for a just over a month."
"Welcome," she chirped with a smile, making notes on her clipboard. "What brings you to town?"
"I'm an intern here at Miami General," I replied, though I was a bit ashamed to divulge that fact when I was about to admit to having unprotected sex. I was supposed to be somebody who knew better.
"And what brings you in today?" she asked, as if reading my mind. "It says in your chart that you've already had a check-up this year."
"Yeah … " I started. I looked down at my nails, holding back tears as I continued. "I had unprotected sex the other night."
"Oh," replied the nurse, though she didn't let her smile falter. "Then it's a good thing you're here. Is this your first time having unprotected sex?"
"Yes," I assured her-perhaps a little too vehemently.
"Okay," she said as she scribbled more notes. "And how well did you know your partner?"
"Not very," I admitted. "I mean … he is a coworker-of sorts. He wasn't a complete stranger. He works for the hospital so he's probably been tested recently."
"Did you ask him about STIs?"
"No. I … " I didn't really know how to tell her that I'd freaked out and ran away as soon as I'd realized what we had done.
"It's okay," she assured me. "We're just going to draw some blood and run tests for STIs. Because this was such a recent occurrence, there is a chance you could test negative for infections you may have contracted, as you probably know, so we'll need to see you back here in a few weeks for follow up tests, regardless of your test results today."
"Okay," I nodded.
"And, according to your chart, you are not on any birth control, correct?"
"Yes, that's correct," I answered, still staring at my hands ashamedly.
"Well, then Dr. James should talk about your options for unwanted pregnancy as well."
I nodded.
"You do know that at your weight, the Morning After Pill is really only about twenty percent effective."
"What?" My head shooting up to meet her gaze.