The New Doctor, page 6
I delicately ran a single finger from the tip of his cock down to the balls. It must've felt good because it made Trent moan and his cock twitch slightly. I did it again, this time going balls to tip. Then I wrapped my fingers around the shaft and started stroking it lightly.
“Fuuuck your hand feels good,” Trent said. “So soft.”
“I'm glad you like it,” I replied. “If you think my fingers feel good wrapped around your cock, wait until you see how good my lips feel.”
“I hope I don't have to wait very long.”
“Not long at all,” I replied. “Three.”
I dragged my tongue from the base of Trent's cock up to the tip.
“Two.”
I circled the tip with my tongue a couple times.
“One.”
I let a few drops of spit fall from my mouth onto the tip of Trent's cock, then wrapped my lips around the tip. His deep voice echoed around the room.
“Mmmmmm,” Trent moaned.
I took about half of his cock in my mouth. Just thinking about how good it would feel inside me made my pussy wet. Slowly, I dragged my lips back up to the tip.
Again, I took his cock in my mouth, this time going about three-quarters-of-the-way down. Trent ran his fingers through my hair and moaned as I dragged my lips back up.
I guess he likes it. And if he likes THAT, he's really going to like THIS.
I let all the spit in my mouth drip onto Trent's cock, then stroked the shaft getting it nice and wet. For the third time, I wrapped my lips around the tip. But this time, I didn't stop halfway or three-fourths-of-the-way down. I took his entire cock deep into my throat.
“Yesss!” Trent yelled. It was a good thing I didn't have any roommates because his voice was deep and loud. I'm sure some of my neighbors heard him but I didn't care. They were always making noise at all hours of the day and night. “That's sooo hot.”
“Mmm hmm,” I hummed, unable to speak with Trent's entire cock buried in my throat.
I held it as long as I could, then quickly came up for air.
“Do that again,” he said. “I want to feel your nose pressed into my belly.”
I took a deep breath, then took Trent's manhood all the way down my throat, so deep that my nose touched his lower abs. Even though Trent was the one I was trying to impress, I was quite proud of myself. I'd never taken such a big cock that deep before. When I couldn't take it anymore, I dragged my lips back up the shaft, licking it with my tongue along the way.
“Your lips, tongue, mouth, hands – they all feel amazing,” Trent said. He grabbed a handful of my hair and used it to pull me up so our faces were close together. “But I can't take it anymore. I want to be inside you. Right. Now.”
“What a coincidence,” I replied. “Inside me is where I want you right now.”
Trent grabbed my face and pulled our lips together. We began kissing wildly. I could still taste a hint of my pussy on his lips and it turned me on even more than I already was. He ran his strong hands down my back, grabbing my ass and spreading my pussy slightly. It sent a tingle-and-a-half radiating throughout my core. Trent tickled my opening while we kissed, then stuck a finger in – but just one and only once. Maybe he was just checking to see if I was wet and ready to go. If that was the case, the answer was a resounding yes. My pussy was ready, willing, and able.
Trent's hand moved from my ass to my hips. He effortlessly picked me up off him and laid me down on my back. I loved how easily he could manhandle me like that. Trent didn't waste any getting into position. He spread my legs wide and got between them.
“Do you have...” Trent started to ask, but I was way ahead of him.
“Top drawer,” I said, pointing to my nightstand.
After making sure we were good to go, Trent got on top of me. Our eyes met and we both flashed a quarter-second smile. Then something else met and we both moaned.
“Ahhhhhh.”
“Yessssss.”
Trent pressed his rock-hard cock inside me. It felt really big – really good – but really big. His thick shaft stretched my vaginal walls enough that it was a little uncomfortable – but only at first. Before long it was pure pleasure. He began pumping his cock in and out of my pussy, slowly going almost-all-the-way in and almost-all-the-way out. And his member was so long that I could feel it penetrating me deeply, which I loved.
“You feel amazing,” he said.
“And so does your cock,” I replied.
“Your pussy fits my cock like a custom-made glove.”
“And your cock fits my pussy like a...” Hmmm, I guess I should've thought of what I wanted to say before I started talking. Well, I have to say something. “Like a custom-made dick.”
The doctor burst out laughing, then me.
“Who knows,” he said, calming his laughter. “Maybe it is custom made for you. Perhaps the architect in the sky above said, 'I'm going to give this guy the perfect cock for this girl.'”
“Maybe,” I said. “But right now, why don't you just focus on giving that perfect cock to this girl.”
Trent resumed pumping his cock in and out of me. I loved how we could share a laugh in the middle of sex, then get right back into the action. He really made me feel comfortable and safe. And sexy, of course. I felt like more than just our reproductive organs were perfect for each other. The chemistry between Trent and I was like nothing I'd ever experienced with any other guy.
I wrapped my legs around Trent's waist as he pumped my pussy. My hands explored his body, going up his muscular arms, over his big shoulders, down his sides, and finally grabbing his so-firm-you-could-bounce-a-quarter-off-it butt. What a magnificent specimen of a man he was.
“I want to feel you from behind,” he said, offering me a hand.
Without saying a word, I took his hand and got up to reposition myself on all fours. Trent got behind me, giving my ass a fairly-hard slap.
“Ooh!” I chirped.
“You like being spanked?” he asked. “Cause that certainly sounded like a good 'ooh.'”
“I do. And it was.”
“Hair pulled?”
“Uh huh.”
“Feet tickled?” Trent asked, but didn't wait for an answer.
“Noooooo!” I replied, squirming around and laughing like a maniac as he tickled the bottoms of both my feet for a second.
“Good to know,” Trent said, his voice overflowing with amusement. “Now where were we.”
He got behind me and pressed his cock back inside my pussy. Trent's thrusts were slow at first, but he quickly began picking up speed. Before long, he was drilling me like a jackhammer.
“Yesss,” I moaned. “That's it.”
Smack!
Trent slapped my ass while he fucked me from behind. A short, soft moan slipped out from between my lips.
Smack!!
Again, he gave my ass a slap, slightly harder. And again I moaned, this time a little longer and louder.
Smack!!!
Trent smacked my ass one more time, even harder. My moan was neither soft nor short.
“Mmmmmmmmmmmm hmmmmmmmmmmm!”
“Your ass looks so fucking sexy,” he said as he gave it to me from behind. “Especially as I watch my dick slide in and out of your pussy.”
“Mmm hmm,” I replied, so focused on how good Trent's cock felt that I was unable to come up with anything more.
His thrusts got harder and harder, penetrating me deeply. I knew that Trent was getting close – and so was I. If he kept doing what he was doing, it wouldn't be long before he gave me another orgasm.
“Yes baby,” Trent moaned. “I'm going to cum soon.”
“That makes two of us,” I replied. “Don't stop.”
Smack!!!
Trent gave my ass another hard slap, then ran his hand up my back, grabbing a handful of hair. With his other hand planted firmly on my hip, Trent pulled my hair as he drilled me. It made every cell in my body feel like it was going to explode. I was hot all over and so was Trent. With each thrust, I could feel his warm, sweaty body slap against my butt. It was all so incredibly hot that we both couldn't take it any longer.
“I'm going to...” Trent started saying.
“Me too,” I interrupted.
Trent's powerful thrusts got even faster and harder until finally he pressed his cock as deeply inside me as it would go. He unleashed a loud roar and it sent me right over the edge with him.
“Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck!” he yelled.
“Yeeeeeeeeeeeessssssssssssssssssssssss!” I screamed.
I could feel Trent's cock twitch as it unloaded itself deep inside my pussy. That made my whole body twitch as well. He made a few final thrusts, draining every-last drop of cum from his balls. My body was still shaking. It all felt wonderful.
“That. Was. Incredible,” Trent said in between breaths after pulling out and flopping down onto the bed.
“You're incredible,” I replied.
“No,” he replied, leaning over and giving me a quick kiss on my sweaty forehead. “We're incredible together.”
11.
“Girrrl,” Ken whispered the next day at work when I briefly mentioned what had happened between Trent and I. “I know we don't have time right now. But you'd better spill the deets later. I want to know everything.”
“Okay,” I replied.
“Everything,” Ken repeated.
“I said okay.”
“Evvv. Reee. Thaaang.”
“Say 'everything' one more time and I'm telling you nothing,” I said, half serious.
“Fine,” Ken replied, putting his hands on his hips, palms facing out. “But I want to know it all.”
“Do I ever leave you hanging?” I asked him. “Do I ever not spill the beans after going out with someone new?”
“No,” Ken admitted, looking down.
“No I don't. And this will be no different. But now's not the time or the...”
“Good morning, Doctor Rogers!” Ken and I heard from around the corner. We both recognized it as Melissa's high-pitched, ultra-feminine voice.
“Good morning,” Trent replied.
As shrill as Melissa's voice could be, Trent's was the exact opposite: deep and commanding. But his tone lacked any emotion. The two of them came around the corner together.
“Good morning, ladies,” Trent said, then corrected himself when he saw Ken. “Ladies and gentleman, I should say.”
“No, you had it right the first time,” Melissa joked. “Ken's no gentleman. And he's more of a lady than I am.”
Trent didn't seem amused, but the rest of us enjoyed a short laugh. He was clearly in some sort of mood. But I had no idea what might've caused it. I was still glowing from the mind-blowing sex we'd had the night before. Trent's glow – and he definitely was glowing after we had sex – was gone. But I didn't read too much into it. I just assumed that he was in work mode and wanted to be professional. Nothing wrong with that.
“Okay, let's go people!” Trent shouted. “Focus. The chit chat and gossip will have to wait until after your shift. We've got work to do – and a lot of it. The ER is getting slammed and I need someone to catch me up to speed. What do we got?”
“In room two,” Melissa immediately replied, popping up out of her chair and practically sprinting over to Trent, “we've got a twenty-two-year-old female college student with alcohol poisoning. When she came in, her BAC was 0.26. We've got her on IV fluids with electrolytes and glucose. And also on O2 via nasal cannula. Her condition is stable and she's sleeping right now.”
“What else have we got?” Trent asked.
Not to be outshone, I casually strolled over to Trent while Melissa was speaking. The second her way-too-plump-to-be-real lips shut, I picked up where she'd left off.
“In room five is a elderly man who fell getting out of the shower,” I said. “He's complaining of moderate-to-severe pain in his right hip, hamstring, and obliques. Since he's on blood thinners for a DVT in his left leg a couple months ago, I think it probably a good idea to scan for any serious internal bleeding. His whole side is covered in contusions.”
“Good,” Trent said, bluntly. “Next.”
“Car accident, room nine,” Melissa blurted out. “Minor fender bender. But the twenty-six-year-old who got rear ended is claiming that he's experiencing 'extremely painful neck pain.' Now I'm not calling him a liar...”
“Liar,” I coughed into my hand.
“Full of shit,” Ken coughed into his at the same time.
“But,” Melissa continued, “there is no physical sign of injury and he keeps asking...”
“Not asking. Demanding,” I corrected.
“Demanding for opioid analgesics,” Melissa concluded. “He's a textbook drug seeker.”
“Good. What else we got?” Trent asked.
“We've got...” Melissa started saying.
“One more patient,” I interrupted, talking over her. “A fifty-four-year-old woman. She's in room fourteen. She came in complaining of...”
The ER doors opened behind Trent. His back was toward them. But Ken, Melissa, and myself were all facing the doctor and saw them swing open. When I laid eyes on who came casually sauntering through them, I was speechless. I did my best to finish what I was telling the doctor about the patient in room fourteen, but wasn't able to get even a single syllable out.
Shit. Melissa's going to jump in and finish telling Trent about the woman in fourteen before my mouth starts putting out words again.
But that didn't happen. Melissa and Ken were also speechless – and that's saying something. Even when Ken had his wisdom teeth out and his face swelled up to the size of a softball, he still managed to talk my ear off. But both of them seemed to be just as shocked as I was.
“Well?” Trent asked, his eyes bouncing from mine to Ken's to Melissa's, then back to Ken's and finally mine again. “What's the woman in fourteen's chief complaint?”
None of us answered him. We couldn't. Our attention was focused elsewhere – right behind Trent, to be precise. Standing a few steps behind the doctor was a man who looked like he could've been Trent's twin brother. He was wearing a leather jacket, holding a motorcycle helmet. And then it hit me.
It IS Trent's brother, I thought. It has to be. Trent said he was in town – though he didn't sound too thrilled about it.
“Is somebody going to answer me?” Trent asked, still looking back and forth between the three of us.
Finally, the doctor realized that it wasn't him we were staring blankly at. We were looking at whoever was behind him. Before Trent even started to turn around, he seemed to already know who it was. I could tell my the look on his face. The handsome, playful smirk I'd already grown to love about Trent was only one variety of smirk he had at his command. I'd also noticed that he had a slightly-disappointed smirk and a you've-got-to-be-kidding-me smirk. But the smirk on his face now was unlike any I'd seen before. If I had to guess, I'd say it looked like a if-I-turn-around-and-you-are-who-I-think-you-are, I'm-going-to-be-incredibly-pissed-off smirk.
Turned out, I guessed correctly.
“I told you not to come here,” Trent barked at who I had to assume was his brother.
“What?” the man replied calmly with an amused smirk of his own. It wasn't quite as handsome as Trent's, but it was quite similar. “I can't come visit my own brother to see where he works? What kind of bullshit is that?”
I was right, I gloated silently. It IS his brother.
“You're Trent's brother?” Ken asked.
“I am. The name's Jeffrey Rogers. But you can just call me Jeff. And I can tell by the looks on your faces that my brother hasn't mentioned me,” Jeff said, then looked right at me. “Well, maybe to you he has. You're looking at me like I only have two heads. These two are looking at me like I've got four heads with a fucking foot growing out of one of them. But I'm not surprised. Trent's always been embarrassed of me.”
Gee, I wonder why.
“Yeah,” Trent replied, “because you always do stuff like this. I'm busy. I have work to do. You need to leave. Now.”
“Now Dr. Rogers,” Melissa said, coming out from behind the nurses' station and walking over to him and his brother. “Surely there's no harm in letting Jeff hang out for a while to observe you in action. I'll keep an eye on him for you. Make sure he doesn't get in the way or cause any trouble.”
“Ugh,” Trent sighed, followed by a long pause. “Fine. But the second Jeff starts being a problem – and he will become a problem at some point – he's out of here.”
“Yay!” Melissa chirped. “Come with me, Jeff. I'll show you around the hospital a little bit.”
“See?” Jeff said to Trent as he and Melissa walked past him on their way out of the ER. “That's how you're supposed to treat a guest.”
“You're just going to let Missy walk out of here with your brother?” Ken asked. “What the shit is that? Our shift just started.”
“Trust me,” Trent replied. “Melissa's time is better spent keeping Jeff out of the ER than spending hers in it. Now let's get to work.”
Trent delegated our duties to us, then made the rounds to his patients. It was the first time he didn't have me or one of the other nurses assist him. I could tell he was upset but had no idea why. Trent had told me that his brother was a “loose cannon” as he put it. But Jeff didn't seem all that bad to me. And I was surprised by how alike they looked. Obviously, brothers are going to have at least some stuff in common. But they looked like they could've been twins. I wondered if they were.
Part of me thought about simply asking Trent. But I knew it'd probably be wise to wait a bit before doing so. He was clearly upset. The only questions was: why? What could've possibly happened between Trent and his brother that would make him so hostile?
12.
The ER got slammed with one patient after the next all morning. It was turning out to be one of those days. I thought for sure that Trent would summon Melissa back to the ER to help out. But he ended up having an RN from radiology come down from upstairs to help us for a while. It made me wonder even more why Trent didn't want his brother around. And I also couldn't help but wonder what Melissa and Jeff had been doing for so long. They'd been out wandering the hospital for hours. But they eventually returned to the ER, hanging all over each other as they burst through the doors.
