ADDY SIMON 5

Simon

The thrill of a task well done always piqued my interest. Being called

into action as a doctor, particularly when a newborn was concerned, was

an adrenaline rush unlike anything I'd ever experienced.

That was before to the arrival of Addison Cortez in my life. After all,

what's next after her? After her, the rest of the world seemed

insignificant.

I threw away my scrubs and walked over to the dressing room sink,

kneeling over it. I sprayed cold water in my face while standing and

reaching for a towel, clenching my teeth.

"Man, that's a hell of a job back there."

I smiled at Andrew, a fertility specialist and my best friend and fellow

doctor. We'd grown up together, although he'd left the hospital to

become the resident medical director of a high-end fertilization clinic

in downtown. But he still had his association at the hospital, and they

preferred to call both of us in when there was an urgent situation like

the one we'd just dealt with.

And he was correct; we'd done a fantastic job. When the baby breached

when his mother was halfway through labor, they phoned us because he was

having trouble getting his heart rate up. For a brief moment, things

had become a little risky, but because to Andrew's and my skill, both

mom and baby son were doing OK.

Obviously, I was pleased. But, as I previously stated, I was having a

hard time feeling the rush and exhilaration that day. And she was

entirely responsible for it. Because Addison was the center of my

universe. When I was working, I was completely concentrated on the task

at hand. But now that it was over, all I wanted was to be with her

again. I just wanted to taste those lips again, and feel her body writhe

against me.

As her tight tiny cunt grabbed my fingers so tightly, I craved the

sounds of her pleasure streaming through my ears.

I looked up, blinked, and realized I'd just spaced out in the middle of a

conversation with a friend. That's how enthralled I was with this girl.

"Andrew."

I almost chuckled when I realized he was as zoned out as I was, sporting

the same dopey grin as he stared at nothing.

"Andrew!"

As he broke out of it, he cleared his throat and shook his head.

"What? "

I laughed heartily and shook my head.

"Nothing, you were just gazing at the wall blankly." What the hell is

wrong with you? "

Andrew scowled and snapped, "Nothing."

So, holy fuck. That expression was familiar to me. It was just like the

one I was prepared to bet was on my face. I knew he had a girl on his

thoughts as well.

"You did a great job in there, bud," he said and I raised my brow. "That

kid is going to be OK,"

"Thanks."

I shook my head as Andrew looked aside, distracted.

"But you're not considering it, are you?"

My friend looked up, but he didn't say anything.

I laughed out loud. "Whatever her name was, I hope she had a good time."

Andrew snarled and lifted a fist as he whirled on me.

I arched an eyebrow at him and said, "Whoa, easy man."

"Wait, what?"

I burst out laughing. I shrugged and said, "Nothing, man, you're

just...If I didn't know any better, I'd say you appear to be in a good

mood." If you're not careful, it might stick."

I'm sure I could say the same about myself.

Because, while I was always proud to brag about how happy my profession

and work made me, nothing had ever matched to the pure joy I felt in my

heart after Addison.

The more I pestered Andrew, the more he tried to brush it off and flip

me off, but I persisted. And yes, it was to take the strain off of me,

and why the fuck I was smiling so much was because I had no idea how to

even get there, even with my best friend. Was I going to mention

something about her being a pati-

"She's a patient," said Andrew.

Andrew's remarks jolted me out of my trance, and I eventually realized

he was talking about his mystery girl.

"It's not the best public relations, but people will live."

"She's a young lady."

My eyes narrowed in concentration. "Shit, Andy, how young are we

talking?"

Andrew gave me that gloomy, gruff glare. "C'mon, don't stare at me like

that," he said. "It's not like that; she's almost twenty. However..."

"And you're still thirty-two."

"Yeah."

Who'd have guessed - two guys who are practically married to their jobs,

and this happens to both of us - both of us being messed up by a girl?

Andrew went on and on about his mysterious girlfriend until I told him

to fuck off and go find her rather than just shooting the shit with me.

But my mind remained in the clouds after he had gone – still on Addison.

She is not just "a patient," and I wasn't just "her doctor," either.

After what had happened this morning, I doubted either of us was under

that impression. As a doctor, I was assisting her with her situation,

but it wasn't only that.

I was assisting her because I wanted her to come.

For the first time, I desired to be the one to make her scream with

delight. It's just me and me alone.

I wanted to demonstrate her everything I could think of to make her fuck

come, as well as stuff that would blow her mind. That day, she'd had a

taste, and I'd been eating with my fingers.

Fuck, I really can not wait to show her what my tongue could do to her.

Or, for that matter, my cock.

I knew I'd overdone it today. But I knew she did as well. I didn't give a

damn about the regulations, and professionalism could go to hell.

Addison Cortez had appeared in my life and presented me with a dilemma. I

was going to make her come for me because she'd come to me.

"Doctor Perez," I heard someone called me.

My jaw tightened as I came to a halt in my movements due to the harsh,

chilly voice from behind me. As I turned to face her, I tightened my

hands into fists, pushing the wrath back down.

Heidi Lopez had never been a particularly pleasant person, but in recent

months, she'd gotten plain fucking hard to be around. Even though she

wasn't a doctor, she was legally my employer as the hospital's top

administrator. She was theoretically in charge of managing me and my

responsibilities at the hospital, and she had a voice in how I handled

things.

She was a great bitch from a technical standpoint.

Heidi and I had never really getting along, but we weren't enemies or

anything, either. I went about my business, she went about hers, and we

generally avoided each other.

Until the case, that is.

Just thinking about it made my blood boil, especially because it felt

like I was "hiding it" from Addison because she didn't know about it

yet. Literally the entire thing was a defamation effort designed to harm

my career, but that didn't make telling the girl I was crushing on

about it any easier.

Ella was the woman's name, and she'd been a patient of mine for months.

I'd only seen her twice before she didn't show up for her third

appointment, and I never heard from her after that.

Instead, I received a call from her attorney.

Ella was obviously pregnant, and the father was, miraculously,

reportedly me. I say "miraculously" because there's no other way I could

have fathered a child with that woman other than through a miracle,

because I'd never really touched her.

No, not in the literal sense, and certainly not in the professional

sense. Her two visits had consisted entirely of her rambling about the

person she was dating and whether or not she believed she should sleep

with him. I told her that a psychotherapist would be a better person to

ask than an obstetrician, but she insisted on going to the gynecologist.

The second visit had been the same - a whole twenty minutes of me

sitting in my chair, thoroughly bored, as this woman rambled on about

her dating past.

Then she didn't return, and I was accused of "severe unprofessional

conduct and sexual assault" all of a sudden.

The whole thing had slammed into me like a ton of bricks. After all, I'd

spent my entire developing my profession, and an event like the one

with Ella - however ridiculous - had the potential to linger with me and

undermine everything I'd accomplished. Heidi, of course, was involved,

requiring that the entire situation be kept confidential between me,

her, and the hospital lawyer until we figured it out. Heidi was urging

me to resign while I was "figuring things out."

I shifted my gaze to her.

"What's the matter, Heidi?"

"You've been avoiding my calls," she said, her eyes narrowing.

I wasn't going to lie and say I didn't know. I'd been there. But I'd

also been fully consumed by Addison, to the point that nonsense like

Heidi and this Ella nonsense had been put to the back of my mind.

Addison had been all I could think about, completely engulfing me and

transforming me into my entire world in a way that nothing else had ever

done.

"I've had a lot on my plate."

"Yeah, I've dealt with your problem as well."

I snarled. "I'm not sure how many times I can say this to you, Heidi. I

never put my hands on her. Literally. I didn't even give her a fucking

examination."

"That isn't true, Simon, and we both knew it! She has proof of-" she

snapped back, her features scowling at me.

"What the fuck is she doing?"

I screamed back, my blood boiling inside me like a fire. "Whatever she

claims to have is rubbish! I-"

Heidi snarled, "I've seen the paternity test, you pompous ass. The

hospital's legal counsel has seen it as well."

My mouth dropped open.

"It's not possible."

She snarled, "Save it." "And while you're at it, rescue this hospital's

reputation by simply resigning, as we've discussed."

"It's not going to happen," says the narrator.

Heidi muttered something under her breath and shook her head as she

checked her watch.

"I'm going to a meeting."

I grumbled, "Bye."

"This isn't going to go away, Simon," she said, glaring at me. " And

when I'm finished with you, you'll be wishing you'd just resigned."

She spun around and walked away, leaving me fuming.

This was all getting a little out of hand, like I was being drawn into a

suspense movie's scenario. Ella, I hadn't touched her, and there was no

way her child - if she was pregnant at all - was mine. And yet, here it

was, ready to shatter all I'd worked so hard to create.

My muscles tightened as I swore to myself before slowly closing my eyes

and taking a deep breath.

Addison.

Her beautiful, hazel eyes locked on mine, and her soft, sweet lips

softly kissing me - that was the image that appeared in my mind. She was

the one who soothed the raging fire inside of me and brought me back to

reality.

I'd see her again soon. She'd be back in my arms soon. I didn't know her

very well, yet she was everything. And I knew one thing the very next

time I saw her, and the next time I laid my hands on her: I'd never let

her go.

I knew I should have been drained from the day, but my mind was racing

at a million miles per hour when I came home that evening. And guess who

was at the forefront of every single thought that ran through my mind.

I remembered how her groans had filled my ears, how she'd begged for

more in a nice, soft, innocent way. I remember how her body moved for

me, arching towards my hand as though pleading for more. I remembered

her skin's softness and how her lips were both fucking kissable and

fuckable at the same time.

And I remembered how drenched that little cunt was. Her warm, wet,

velvety lips had grasped my finger, and her firm tiny clit had throbbed

against my thumb, I remembered. And I remembered her sticky honey

coating my hand as I thought about how near I'd gotten her to come after

me.

As I slid into a huge chair in my apartment's living room, my cock was

out in an instant. I growled and squeezed it with my fist as I stroked

my fingers up and down my length. My cock throbbed, pulsating as hard as

a rock, with white cumulus beads dripping down my shaft to my balls.

I flung my head back, caressing every throbbing inch of my body as I

imagined my little princess spreading her legs with her underwear around

her knees and pointing a finger at me. And I slipped my swollen head

into her tight little pussy and fucked her hard - fucked her how I knew

she needed to be fucked to make her come.

I could feel the come heating up in my balls, and I was so close to

fucking it up when I froze.

I came to a halt, clenching my teeth as I yanked my hand away from my

trembling cock.

No.

I wouldn't come until I made her come. And when I did, this would all be

for her. I'd make Addison come for me, and then I'd give her my cum.