Chapter 12
It had been a couple of weeks since Adam had given me a key to his house. If you’re wondering why I didn’t reciprocate the gesture, well, I would’ve if he wanted. But we spent most of our time at Adam’s house because he had a brand-new washer and dryer, a lot of natural light, a comfortable bath (that fit two!) and all in all, his home was just nicer than mine.
I had purchased my home a year ago after I had already fulfilled a year contract at the hospital. When they renewed me, I decided I’d stay and that meant no more apartments. But there wasn’t a lot on the market when I purchased so my home was small and humble. I liked it, I had made it a somewhat cute farmhouse style little place, but it offered little room for hot steamy sex and therefore, it was not *our* place. Adam’s house had definitely, ever since that first night, become *our* place.
I had used the key a handful of times, to come over and fill the fridge with groceries and put a few extra changes of pajamas and panties in my drawer (I have a drawer, ya’ll) and to leave him little notes that I knew he’d see on shift change. While Adam and I have always worked literally together, in the same room on the same patient, now that Covid was overtaking the hospital, we often found ourselves apart—which we both hated. I didn’t like the idea that we wouldn’t be exposed to the same things and I really didn’t like the idea of another nurse getting to work with my gorgeous boyfriend. But it was a pandemic and we didn’t have much choice.
We were fortunate that we still often ended shifts together and we were both so exhausted we mutually understood our desire for silence, shower, food and cuddling, in that order. We always found a way to be intimate, even if it didn’t mean sex. We made out while we were naked, aroused but not taking it to the next level. It was intense and we didn’t do it often but when we did, oh how powerful it was! Things were going smoothly, perfectly, amazingly and I couldn’t have been happier.
One evening we were taking a shower together, kissing and getting a bit frisky (the best showers!) when Adam’s phone, which was on silent, rattled loudly against the bathroom counter top. We weren’t like on call Doctors, our phones weren’t continually buzzing or dinging. And most of our friends were fellow nurses, exhausted and depleted and definitely not starting up lengthy text messages. I wondered who it was. I guess it could’ve been anyone. Spam. A friend. But my curiosity was killing me.
“Let’s move this to the bedroom,” Adam said, his fully erect cock springing up and down in my hands as I washed him. We rinsed off, stealing kisses here and there before he stepped out and handed me a towel first before wrapping a towel around his waist. I was still wondering about who was messaging him but I knew the phone screen would be locked again by now so I didn’t bother glancing. I had to have trust.
When we got to his bedroom, we laid on the bed together, getting his comforter wet with our damp bodies. Climbing on top of him, my hair dripped down onto his face and neck and he smiled. “I love how you look when you are just out of the shower,” he said quietly. I leaned down and kissed him. When I went to pull away, he held my head and kissed me more deeply. When we finally came up for air I could see his eyes were closed, as if he was fully enjoying the moment from a peaceful place in his mind. Sliding down his chest and nestling myself tightly between his strong thighs, I slipped his cock into my mouth.
He made a noise, more of a murmur than anything, while I began rolling my tongue around the head of his penis. He was always so hard and excited and ready and it was such a turn on—as I focused on his tip I could taste the precum oozing out into my mouth and I loved it. I let loose a few noises, massaged his balls gently the whole time I sucked him and as he squirmed underneath me more and more, I decided it was time for a position change. Something new.
I got on top of him and laid down flat, our bellies pressed together but my face lined up with his cock and balls and his face lined up with all of my juiciest bits (and by this point they were quite juicy!) and he squeezed my thighs.
“I like this,” he said before burying his face in my wetness.
I was so wet, too. Sucking him, touching his capable body, tasting him on my lips, or just getting a whiff of him as he passed by me—it all made me wet. I found myself taking extra bathroom breaks at work to relieve the pressure building between my thighs from working around him all day.
He lapped at me gently for a few minutes before burying his face between my open lips, his nose rubbing my clit while his tongue went in and out of my hole. It felt so fucking good that I was having a hard time focusing on my task at hand which was pleasuring his massive, gorgeous cock that was currently lodged far down my throat.
I made a noise—a certain noise—to open the back of my throat so that he could slide down. I pressed my lips firmly against his body and reached up and felt of my throat; his cock was bulging inside me and it was sexy as hell. I pulled off of him and began moving my hips to the rhythm of him tongue fucking me and before I knew it, I was squealing, orgasming so hard that I squirted.
After I came, he continued to kiss my thighs and my lips as I finished him, bringing him to orgasm by my very new deep throating skills. He came inside my mouth and throat and when he was done I sat up and turned to face him; he loved watching me swallow it all. So I did.
I laid down on the bed next to him, trying to figure out how I was only now having some of the best orgasms of my life doing the sexual acts that I had done with other guys many times before. Deep down I knew it was because I was in love with Adam, but on the surface I wasn’t ready to go there just yet.
“That was amazing,” I cooed, snuggling into his nook, his bedspread damp underneath us from my cum and the shower.
He turned to me and we look at one another in the eyes. “It always is,” he said, “and it’s never been this good for me with anyone else.”
“I know,” I said.
We were both silent. It was not uncomfortable silence but we definitely both felt nervous to breach this conversation, whatever it was or wherever it was going. Breaking the moment was the noise of Adam’s phone, which was rumbling like crazy on the nightstand. And I remembered it had gone off while we were in the shower, too.
“Don’t you want to check that?” I asked, curious as hell as to who had texted my boyfriend twice in the span of thirty minutes. “At least make sure it’s not the hospital?”
“It is the hospital,” he said, knowingly.
His voice was so sure that I couldn’t bring myself to ask exactly how he knew. Instead I asked, “what about?” These situations are tricky because as a new girlfriend, you don’t fully know what you’re privy to yet so you aren’t sure what is acceptable to ask about. I felt that while I simply didn’t have the guts to ask about the text messages’ sender, I did feel okay just playing the caring girlfriend and asking what the hospital wanted from him. Hell, I worked there too so it had to be ok.
“Leah wanted to know if I could cover her shift so it’s probably about that.”
Hmm. He said it was the hospital but Leah is not the hospital. She works there but she is not THE hospital. Leah is our mutual friend—why would he not just say it was her? I was growing confused quickly and my silence gave me away.
“What’s wrong?” he asked, his voice sounded concerned.
Right about now I was wishing I had just fallen asleep after the oral sex.
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