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A week later, an awkward week later, you somehow find yourself in Wilson’s office; a busy Friday afternoon. A referral, of course, transferring a young cancer patient from your practice to his. As your knuckles rap on the thick wooden door, he quickly replies, “Come in.”
You turn the handle and step inside to see him sitting at his desk, papers strewn messily around him, and folders open everywhere. Your eyebrows perk up, examining the mess. “I can bring this by later if you need?”
“No, I’m not busy,” he says, although he’s still sorting the papers around on his desk with a pen between his fingers. You raise an eyebrow and look down at him, waiting for his attention.
He finally clears his desk, setting files back in the cabinet near his desk. He looks up with an exhausted smile. “Sorry, what did you need?”
You scoff quietly and smile, sitting down in a chair across from him. “Your new patient’s files,” you reply, setting the folder on the desk.
“Ah, yes,” he nods, picking up the folder and scanning through it quickly before adding it to his file cabinet. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome,” you say, and the conversation is over. Yet, you stay in the chair as his gaze lingers on you.
A silence falls between you, only shared gazes connect you. Wilson finally clears his throat to speak, and your head tilts gently in response.
“This is the first time we’ve really spoken since that night,” he says, giving a quiet, awkward chuckle.
Nodding, you smile along with him. “I guess it is, yeah. Been busy, you know.”
“Of course, always busy around here,” he agrees, his fingers beginning to play with the pen between his fingers.
You nod again, agreeing quietly. “That’s how it goes…”
Another soft silence surrounds you, and Wilson is the first to break it once more. You take a small breath, exhaling it before speaking up. “You don’t happen to be free tonight, do you?”
“I might,” you reply coyly, smiling a bit. “Why do you ask?”
“Well, I just so happen to have two tickets to a night at the symphony,” he says casually. “New Jersey’s finest, you know.”
“So you must want to take someone with,” you say. Your lips are tilted upwards into a small smirk as he returns the gaze with his slightly flustered smile.
He chuckles awkwardly, sitting up straighter as he looks at you. “I was hoping that if you were free, you’d join me.”
“Oh,” you gasp, wearing a sweet smile and placing a gentle hand over your chest in mock surprise. “Doctor Wilson, you shouldn’t have.”
He scoffs and shakes his head, but you don’t miss the way he smiles. “Perhaps you’re right. Maybe there’s another doctor around here with the sophistication to appreciate the orchestra.”
You laugh, regressing to your less sarcastic self. “I’m joking, Wilson, I would love to join you.”
“Oh, I gathered that,” he replies sarcastically. “I’ll text you the details and I’ll pick you up tonight.”
“Perfect,” you say, standing up finally. “Thank you for the invite.”
“Of course,” he nods with a genuine smile.
***
That night, your heart is racing. A real date with Doctor Wilson wasn’t a rare feat, for him at least, but this is your first. You sit next to him in the amphitheater, perfect seats in the middle of the crowd. You blend in beautifully. The music onstage fills your ears, but not as closely as Wilson’s whispering in your ear.
“Amazing, isn’t it?” He whispers. You nod, turning your head to look at him. Your lips curve into a smile as his fingers ghost over yours. You look down to see that Wilson is interlocking your fingers, and it makes you giddy like a young lover. A soft pink color tints your cheeks as you look back up to the stage.
The evening felt romantic, especially with the violins and cellos in the symphony. Wilson leads you back outside with the crowd, finding his car once more. He opens the door for you, sitting in the driver's seat once you’re in.
“Well, that was an excellent performance,” he breathes, his head turned to look at you.
You nod in agreement and look up into his eyes. “I enjoyed it. Thoroughly. Thank you for taking me.”
“Don’t thank me, I invited you purely for my own selfish reasons,” he says with a short laugh.
You raise an eyebrow and decide to press it further. “Selfish reasons? Trying to get into my pants again?”
“Well… I might have been hoping for that,” he admits, his shoulders raising in a shrug. “But I also just wanted to see you again.”
A smile crosses your lips, looking into his eyes. “I was hoping to see you again outside of work. All that stress, and… no privacy.”
“Exactly,” he chuckles softly, nodding. He clears his throat a little, something still on his mind. “House is trying to figure out who I brought with me tonight.”
“Oh, is he?” You ask, chuckling. “Are you planning on keeping it a secret?”
“Well, so far, yes. Just because this was sort of our first date. I don’t want to give him ideas on how to pester you.” he says, tilting his head with a soft sigh.
“I understand,” you reply. You nod, and he starts the car.
He hesitates to drive off, his hands still on the wheel. “I know I said this before the show, but you really do look beautiful in that dress.”
“Thank you,” you smile, heat brushing your cheeks.
“I mean it. You’re… breathtaking, really,” he insisted, looking over at you. He swallowed, taking in your figure once more.
You chuckle under the pressure of his gaze, reaching up to play with your earring. “Thank you, Wilson.”
“Can I kiss you?” He asks quietly, slightly leaning onto the center console.
“Of course you can,” you whisper, and he quickly closes the gap between you. His lips are just as soft, and just as gentle as the last time you tasted them. Your hands find his hair, gently running your fingers through the soft strands.
His hands find your waist, feeling along your body over the fabric of your clothes. He pulls away slowly, his breath heavy as he examines you again. His hands travel up to your chest, cupping your breasts gently.
A chuckle comes from you, and his gaze lifts curiously. “What?”
“You just look so fascinated,” you smile and continue brushing your fingers through his hair.
He laughs quietly, shaking his head softly. “Maybe I am. I want to memorize how you feel in my hands,” he admits, his voice low.
Your cheeks heat up again, but you can’t help another chuckle. He continues, letting one hand slide down your stomach towards your hip again. He lifts his gaze to look around the parking lot, realizing they were the only car left. “We seem to have the place to ourselves…”
“Wilson,” you warn softly, but wear a mischievous grin.
He returns the look and turns off the car, bringing you into another kiss. He doesn’t stop your hand as it travels down to his lap and gently palms the tent quickly growing. He sighs and pulls away from the kiss, looking down to watch your hand.
He swallows and takes a breath before quickly undoing his button and zipper, looking into your eyes for a moment before taking himself out of his briefs. Your hand softly wraps around him and he sighs in pleasure, leaning back against the seat.
Your grip tightens and he exhales a shaky breath. When your hand pulls up and pushes back down, he moans softly. “God, that’s good.”
You lean down to take him in your hand before pressing your flat tongue against the tip. He gasps softly and tenses up, placing his hand immediately in your hair. A quiet chuckle falls from your open mouth, and he rolls his eyes.
“Less of the teasing, come on,” he whispers as his fingers gently caress your scalp.
“My apologies,” you reply sarcastically.
You lean back down to take him into your mouth, listening to his soft sigh as you do. He reclines the seat a bit more, letting you work your magic. The hand close to your mouth gently holds the base of his cock to keep him steady as you take him to the back of your throat. Each time, he lets out a quiet breath and his eyes grow a little heavier with need.
This time, your hand slides lower to his sack, running your hand gently over his prickly skin. A soft, surprised moan falls from his lips and his eyes open wide. His hand in your hair grips tightly, pulling you up with a hand on your cheek.
“I’m sorry, did I hurt you?” He asks. His voice is breathy and concerned as he looks into your eyes.
You shake your head and sit up, wiping your mouth. “No, is everything alright?”
“Yeah, it’s just been a while,” he chuckles softly, still gently caressing your cheek. “You know, got there a little fast.”
“No worries,” you smile, pressing your lips to his. He accepts them gratefully, holding you close by the back of your neck.
He kisses you deeply as his tongue presses between your lips, humming as he faintly tastes himself on your lips. His hands run over your body and grasp at your curves, desperate to feel you and memorize you. He pulls away to move to your neck, but you take the position instead. As you lean closer to kiss his neck, his eyebrows raise in surprise and his eyes widen. Yet, not a single complaint.
You kiss down the side of his neck and your hand keeps his head tilted just enough for you to mark him up. When you suction your lips on his skin, he exhales a breathy moan, his hand moving to press against your back. “No hickeys, there, please… Need to be professional.”
You lift your head and nod, pressing your lips against his for a long moment. He kisses back with fervor and pulls you closer, almost completely over the center console. You pull away and smile, your fingers messing with the hair on the back of his neck.
“Shouldn’t we move to the backseat?” You ask, tilting your head.
“Absolutely, we should,” he whispered, already covering himself up and opening the car door, moving to the back.
You laugh and look back at him, already sitting on one side of the backseat. “Wow.”
“Aren’t you coming?” He asks, still covering himself up.
You shake your head and turn in your seat, now facing him. You give him a long look up and down, taking in just how pent-up he’s getting. He seems more desperate than last time, excited to get another taste of you. “You can take those pants off.”
And he does, the moment he hears the subtle command. He shoved them off with his briefs, getting stuck on his shoes. He kicked each of his dress shoes off, returning his gaze back up to you. “Will you join me now?”
“Yeah,” you chuckle and shove down your undergarments before climbing into the backseat.
He stops you as your legs dangle into the back, heels still on. You’re sitting on the compartment between the two front seats, and he’s staring right at you. He pulls your legs forward a bit before pushing them back and leaving you wide open with your dress hiked up.
You look down at him with an eyebrow raised. “Are you going to do this every time?”
“Do what?” He asks, wearing the same curious gaze as a scientist and a new discovery. Except, of course, you are his new discovery.
“Eat me out,” you reply with a smile.
“Oh, sorry, is that a command? Because that was on my to-do list,” he says, his lips curving into a smirk.
You scoff in disbelief but put a hand in his hair as he leaned closer. “Well played.”
He leans forward, his body awkwardly bent as you sit too close. He still lets your legs rest on his shoulders as he positions himself to please you. One hand slips for a quick moment to slide his thumb up and down your slit before his tongue follows suit. A gasp comes from you as he tastes you again, leaving you clutching onto whatever awkward part of the car you can to steady yourself. You look down at him, then around at the parking lot. It is truly empty and surprisingly dark.
His tongue dips into your entrance before gliding back to your clit, licking slowly and methodically. Your head falls back and you want to grab his hair, pull it, yank it however hard to tell him you like what he’s doing, but your balance is much more important. He’s lost between your legs, eyes closed and soft noises coming from him like you’re the best thing he’s ever tasted. He doesn’t stop or second-guess anything until you finally say his name, and he opens his pretty eyes to look up at you.
He continues with every motion and movement he’s learned makes you gasp and moan, egging you closer to your orgasm. You finally give in and bury your hand in his hair, pulling him in closer. He only moans in response to the action and closes his eyes again to lose himself.
Your heels gradually press into his back, causing him to arch away from them. He doesn’t pull away or move your legs, just endures it as he gets you closer. His small moans of pleasurable pain vibrate through your flesh, and soon your climax hits you, leaving you gripping onto his hair and car seat and your heels leaving small divots in the flesh of his back. He pulls away, wincing slightly as he wipes his mouth and chin.
“I’m starting to see why some men like to be stepped on,” he says, smiling.
Your eyebrows tighten in confusion until you look down at your heels. “Oh… Oh? Should I apologize?”
“I don’t think you need to,” he replies. He sits back against the middle seat, looking at you a bit dazed. He takes in your form, clearly appreciating every aspect of you.
You take the opportunity to move fully into the backseat, straddling his lap. His hands hold onto your hips, letting you move yours wherever. You settle with them around his neck, rocking your hips gently onto him. As your bare skin collides, he whines almost inaudibly, pulling you down further onto him. A chuckle escapes from your lips and he scoffs.
“What’s funny?” He asks, accusatory.
“Nothing, you’re just so desperate,” you reply, threading your fingers through his hair once more.
He rolls his eyes and buries his face against your chest, still holding you close. He gently moves your hips to get the smallest amount of friction. “Don’t be so evil.”
His hands reach up to pull down the front of your dress, kneading your soft chest in his palms before sucking a mark against your flesh. You gasp softly and he breathes out a soft laugh, shaking his head. He pulls up and sneaks a hand under your hips, preparing to slip inside you.
“Don’t hold back, for the love of God… I need you,” he breathes, one hand gripping your waist.
As soon as he sees you nod in response, he presses inside you and you sink down onto him. A moan fills the air of the compact car, the two of you in sync. You pause for a moment before rocking your hips, attempting to shift your hips back and forth. When you get ahold of a steady tempo, he grabs your hips and helps you move, gently bucking his hips in time with yours.
Your moans quickly grow louder and more frequent, and the beat of your moving hips is thrown off from the pleasure. He still guides you with his hands on your hips, beginning to do most of the work.
He smiles, looking up into your eyes. “Getting tired already?”
“No, just… Can’t keep up,” you mutter, still attempting to stay in sync.
He lets out a breath and a soft sigh, almost sympathetic. “Lay down, I’ll take care of you.”
You lay yourself down on the ivory leather seats with him still inside you, clinging to you as you move. He repositions you, spreading your legs and ensuring it’s not uncomfortable for you. Once you’re set, he rocks his hips against you again, setting a similar pace to the one you created a moment ago. He pants softly over you, the pleasure building up in him again. He leans down to press a soft kiss to your lips for just a moment.
“I’ll never get bored of seeing you like this,” he whispers, your faces still close. You smile through a moan, your hand slipping between your legs. He allows you to touch yourself, a soft moan rising from his as he watches.
“You want this again?” You whisper in return, your voice soft and uneven as you speak.
He nods, moving his hips a bit faster. “All the time. Every day, I think about how you felt that night, how… How good you made me feel… I want to feel it again and again…”
You gasp out a moan as he presses into you deeply without warning and holding himself there for a moment. He exhales a shaky breath before continuing his set pace.
“And every noise from you… God,” he breathes, kissing you again. His words encouraged you to get closer as well as your own fingers on your clit. You sigh gently, looking into his eyes. He smiles, seeming proud of his work. “And I’m memorizing you. So well… I know you’re close, honey.”
The nickname would have made your cheeks heat up if they weren’t already from your very lewd activities. But it gets you to the edge, and his thick fingers rolling the bud of your breast sent you over, leaving you squirming and gasping underneath him.
He chuckled quietly, taking his fingers away from your chest and pulling away from you to pump himself, positioned above your pelvis. As you recollected your thoughts, the sight made you moan again. His dress shirt is still on, covering his torso and pelvis as he desperately jerks his hand. You sit up slightly, slipping your hand underneath his shirt. Your fingers brush against his soft stomach, through the hairs growing.
The gentle action makes him tense as he releases onto your lower stomach. He moans your name quietly, closing his eyes while he rides out the pleasure. His hand soon stops, and he looks back down at you and the mess he made. He catches his breath and laughs softly.
“What?” You ask, looking up into his eyes.
“I forgot to refill my wallet-condoms,” he confesses, still smiling.
You scoff and push him off of you with a grin. “Get me some damn napkins.”