Raw Medicine (A Medical Romance Short Story) (3 page)

"No," I said, shoving
him away again. This time, he grabbed my wrist.

A cold wave of alarm ran down my
body. I realized the pool area was totally empty except for them and me. If he
got even more aggressive, would anyone even hear me scream?

"Fucking let go of me,
douchebag!" I yelled, trying to yank my wrist away. But his grip was like
iron. "You're drunk," I persisted, “Let go!"

I looked up at his face, dripping
with hatred.

"Let go of her, you
scumbag." I whirled around in surprise.

Dr. Jeffries
?!

He looked like he had just got
out of work, and was dressed simply in a pair of shorts and a button-down
shirt. And compared to the musclehead holding my arm, he looked tiny. How the
hell had he even found me?

"Take it easy, little
bro," the douchebag said, a smug smirk on his face. He let go of my arm. I
quickly ran to Dr. Jeffries' side.

Dr. Jeffries' eyes flashed. He
put his hands up, like a boxer. "Come at me,
bro.
"

The douchebag just laughed. He
put his hands up in mock imitation of Dr. Jeffries and laughed some more. His
friends didn't even acknowledge Dr. Jeffries—they kept talking and
laughing about something else.

"Get lost, nerd," the
douchebag snorted.

Dr. Jeffries punched him so hard
and so fast the douchebag never even saw it coming. He hit the concrete with a
painful thud. His friends stopped their conversation and suddenly looked at Dr.
Jeffries in fear. He took a step closer, his hands still up, taunting them.

"Hey bro," one of them
said, "We don't want any trouble."

"Then leave the girl alone or
I'll send you all to the hospital.”

The douchebag groaned and tried
to stand up, then collapsed onto the hot concrete again, down for the count.

"Come on," Dr. Jeffries
said, grabbing my hand, "we're going up to your room."

I squeezed his arm as we got in
the elevator.

"Thank you, Dr.
Jeffries."

He rolled his eyes. "Please,
call me Gabe."

"How did you find me?"

"Um, you sent me your room
number, remember, asking if I wanted to come over. I sent a message back a
couple hours later when I got off but you didn't reply. I knew you might not be
in town very much longer, so I decided to head over here anyway. When you
weren't in your room I thought I'd check the pool. You're lucky I found you
before that meathead had his way with you."

"Well, thank you
again," I said, squeezing him tight. I couldn't believe how he had just
swooped in and saved me like that.

"You probably won’t believe
this, but I was an all-American kickboxing champion in college. I'm sure
everyone thought it was super dorky, but of course they never dared to say it
to my face."

I laughed. "That guy hit the
ground so hard I wonder if he'll be okay."

"He'll be fine. It'll take
more than a light punch to seriously damage a brute like that."

When we arrived at my hotel room
I put my arms around Gabe and gave him a little peck on the cheek. "My
hero," I giggled.

He grabbed a fistful of my hair
and kissed me back, hard. We stood there making out, my body pinned against his
and the heavy wooden door of my room. Gabe grabbed my ass and pushed my hips
against his. I moaned when I felt his hard prick through my clothes.

"I've got to warn you,"
he growled, "I've always liked being dominant with my women. Do you think
you can handle me?"

"I guess we’ll just have to
find out," I breathed, running my hands over his chest again.

"Then get on the bed."

I did as I was told. I
laid
down on the bed, my heart pounding.

"You don't look like the
dominant type," I ventured hesitantly.

"Take your clothes
off."

"Yes, doctor," I nodded,
feeling a rush of heat through my body. I removed my bikini and reclined on the
bed, totally nude.

Gabe walked around my room,
checking out the view from the balcony.

He picked up a newspaper from the
nightstand, next to the thick novel I was just finishing up. He glanced at the
paper for a second.

"You get to read the
newspaper often?"

"Most days."

"What do you think about the
recent Supreme Court decision?"

"I think it's a historic
ruling, but other events happened that day that many people overlooked."

"Like what?"

"Well the Chinese moved to
have the World Bank reserve currency changed from Dollars to Yuan. If that's
not a historic shift in power from West to East, I don't know what is."

"Huh." Gabe plopped my newspaper
back down on the nightstand and peered at me with interest. "I spend so
much time reading, and I thought I was up to date on the news; I’ll admit, I
never heard about that."

"You didn't come to my hotel
room just to talk about foreign affairs, did you?" My heart was suddenly
pounding in my chest. I felt flushed, and I was dripping wet just laying there
watching him. "I hope you came up here to fuck me."

Gabe

She was just the kind of girl
that everyone lusted after in high school and college, the kind I always
thought was out of my league. Of course, I'd always been an athlete as well as
a brain: first a champion lightweight wrestler in high school, then one of the
finest martial artists in the country. But it's not as if kick boxers really
had groupies.

Things had changed when I began
my medical practice. There was no shortage of dumb, beautiful women who were
ready and willing to throw themselves at me. But I wasn't interested in them
any more unless it was for a quick fuck; I knew they weren’t interested in me,
only the prestige and wealth that comes with being married to a doctor. I
wanted a real woman, one with substance.

Abby had a brain, and she was
smoking hot, hotter than any girl I'd ever seen before.
The
perfect woman.

My cock lurched as I thought
about the dirty things I was going to do to her. Then I gazed at her beautiful
body sprawled out on the bed, letting my eyes appraise how her tight, perfect
pussy was dripping with desire for me. There was only one question remaining:
would she be able to handle my deviant sexual tastes? The nerdy girls I usually
dated weren’t up to it. My secretary, Rebecca, had been the kinkiest by far. My
dick practically ripped out of my pants when I thought about the intricate ways
I would tie her up before pleasuring her.

"Kneel in front of me,"
I growled, my voice choked with lust. I was going to make her worship my cock
before I fucked her.

"Yes, Doctor,"
Abby
purred like a good girl, rolling off the bed and
crawling across the floor towards me.

Abby

Oh. My. God. Gabe was a total
dictator in the bedroom. I had always fantasized about bondage, and I liked
being fucked rough, but the revelation that Gabe had the same dirty
predilections I had was so thrilling I could barely handle it. I rolled off the
bed and crawled towards him across the carpet, our eyes never breaking contact
the entire time.

I began to take Gabe's cock out
of his pants, but he slapped my hands away.

"Ask me first if you can put
my cock in your mouth."

"Doctor, can I put your cock
in my mouth?"

"Not yet," he growled.

I whined impatiently. "Please?"

"I like it when you
beg," he rumbled. Then he pulled a bottle of champagne out of the minibar,
along with two chilled glasses. He poured me a glass and fed me some champagne,
watching as a rivulet of it ran down my body, over my breasts and tummy, down
into my wet sex. Then he poured more of it over my body. It ran freely over my
skin and onto the carpet. Then he poured some over his cock and pushed it
between my lips. "Take me deep," he commanded. I sucked him hard and
deep, feeling his rock-hard prick push against the back of my throat with each
stroke. His hands caressed my hair, my neck and my breasts as I took him deep
inside my mouth. I kept feeling his abs, unable to keep my hands off of his hard
body.

"When are you going to fuck
me?" I begged, looking up at him pleadingly.

Wordlessly, Gabe pulled me to my
feet and shoved me against the edge of the bed. I gasped in surprise, then in
pleasure as his thick prick sank inside.

"
Oohh,
" I panted
as he gave me a second hot stab. He pushed inside me deep, and then he paused.
I watched as he groped in around on the bed in front of me, finding my panties.

"Lick them," he
growled, "I want you to taste yourself."

"Yes, Doctor." I buried
my face in my
panties,
breathing in my own scent, then
licked the crotch clean. "Is that good enough?"

He didn't answer. Instead, he
used my panties to tie my hands behind my back.

“I want you this way, here, now.”

I bit my lip—was I really
going to let him take me this way, on our first night together?

He wasted no time tearing the
shirt from his body and exposing his muscular chest to me.
 
I gawked at the beautiful sinuous form
that was ravishing me with kisses and passion.

I let out a squeal as he easily lifted
and repositioned me. Even with his slight, toned stature, he was a powerful
man, but I never expected the ease with which he manhandled me.

“You’re so wet—I can tell
you like to be dominated.”
 

I blushed, unsure what to say.
 
Of course I liked it, but I had never
felt so out of control as he made me feel at that moment.
 

“Answer me,” he demanded, sliding
his fingers up to my wetness and sinking one finger far into my pussy.
 

His hand worked hard between my
legs, making me cry out for him.
 
Another finger slid inside, stretching me hard.
 
I didn’t want him to stop; I wanted him
to take me this way, hard and recklessly.
 

“Yeah, I like it,” I gasped,
feeling my body pulse and shake as he fingered me expertly. “You’re going to
make me cum,” I felt my body contract as the words left my lips.

He never slowed his assault and I
felt a wave of pleasure wash over me as wetness dripped down his fingers and my
thighs.
 

Leaving me panting he slid his
hands to my knees and spread me wide.
 
For some unexplained reason I felt shy at being so exposed, but damn if
I didn’t feel sexy!
 
I could see his
eyes shifting between my bouncing breasts and the wetness of my sex.
 

His lips kissed my nipples, which
contracted again into tight little pebbles at his touch.
 

“I want to taste you,” he
breathed, slowly kissing down my tummy and sliding his tongue slowly down to my
thighs.
 

I squirmed as his tongue circled
my thighs, teasing me.
 
With a hard
tongue Gabe dove into my slit, his lips suckling at the responsive flesh.
 
I moaned and arched at his kisses.
  
I stared down at him, my mouth
held open in a near constant moan.
 
He was so fucking sexy.
 
I
watched as he spread me wide and devoured my sex.
 

My mind flashed briefly to
reality, but only gave me cause to shiver and shudder harder at the image of
him buried between my thighs.
 
He
was a customer and therefore off-limits, but I didn’t give a fuck. All I wanted
was for him to be buried deep inside me. Naughty thoughts poured in, working me
up to a crescendo of pleasure.
 
I
wanted to cum again for him.

“You’re ready,” he said, his tongue
licking up the juices that had spilled down my thighs.
 

I felt my tummy knot up with
desire as I imagined what it was going to be like.
 

He was so thick and long!
 
I was almost afraid I wouldn’t be able
to handle him.
 

He pulled my knees further off
the edge, leaving only my back and head supported by the seat.
 
He then kneeled down and kissed my body,
his eyes never leaving mine.
 

“I want you to look at me,” he
demanded.
 

I nodded, eager to please him, in
any way I could.