Chapter 2 Lust in the Shadows

My lunch break was coming up, which meant I didn't have any more appointments for a short while – except for the one I'd just made with Hannah.

Even the thought of her – hot, sweaty, and with those heaving breasts bouncing against me – had my cock standing to attention. She really did make me so damn horny, and I couldn't wait to get my hands on her again.

I quickly found her standing next to the reception desk, talking to one of the women there, and I called her over to me. Normally, I would wait for her to have her conversation finished, but there was something needier about me than usual. I felt like if I didn't have her right then, I might just die.

But as she walked towards me, she didn't look quite as fired up as before. In fact, she appeared to be all business, which made my heart sink. I would just have to let her get whatever it was out of her system and do what I could to get her back in the mood – she was usually easy to rile up all over again.

"We have a new patient coming in tomorrow," she told me in that rapid voice she always used when she discussed work with me. Sometimes it made her difficult to understand, which was just one of the many reasons why we could never become anything serious.

"Oh, yeah?" I asked, discretely grazing my hand along her side, trying to distract her from whatever she was about to say to me. "Okay, sure."

"We'll need to transfer the papers. I think she lived here once before... Jane Andrews. I don't know if you recognize that name?"

Jane Andrews.

My heart leapt into my throat at the mere mention of Jane Andrews, but I did what I could to keep it off my face.

I was good at keeping my emotions in check, and that came into play right then.

Jane Andrews was the mother of one who went away and left me. She knew me well, and I did her. Seeing her again was going to be incredibly awkward.

"Come with me," I rasped to Hannah, needing her more than ever. I needed to bury myself into her, to distract myself entirely. I couldn't keep thinking about Jane and Emily... Not unless I wanted to drag up a whole range of emotions I was nowhere near ready to deal with.

I pulled her into the janitor's closet and started kissing her furiously, trying to lose myself in the physical sensations. My mind was struggling now, flickering all over the place, and I needed to shut it the hell down.

Luckily for me, my lips had Hannah right back in the mood again, and she panted happily, quickly dipping her hand into my trousers and underwear, pulling me free. I knew that she loved the feel of my cock, and that helped me to forget the rest of the world, even if it was only for a second.

"You're so big," she groaned excitedly against my mouth, her breaths becoming raspy with desire. "Fuck, I need you."

As she stroke me hard and fast, I tugged her breasts free from her uniform and wrapped my teeth lightly around her very familiar nipples, giving them a tug. She was keen on the pleasure, pain thing, and I was happy to indulge in that, too, if it kept her happy. To be honest, as long as I was getting the release I so desperately needed, I was willing to try and do anything.

She cried out far too loudly, considering we were supposed to be very quiet, and she threw her head back in ecstasy.

In the heat of the moment, Hannah pressed her back up against the cold wall behind her, practically begging me to take her there and then, which I was more than happy to do.

She liked it fast and furious – and that was exactly what I needed, so I quickly slammed myself into her and started fucking her so hard that we were practically shaking the whole damn building. I slid my cock in and out of her repeatedly, making sure I was all the way in, filling up her insides.

As I looked at her face, her eyes shot back at me with burning desire. I felt like teasing her, so I pulled myself out, and had my hands work their magic down low. She moaned with pleasure, lost in the bliss I curated for her.

My dick was standing at attention, and I had to get it right back in where it belonged. I slowly slid the entire length of my cock against her vertical lips, making sure to let it know just how big what was coming was, before finally thrusting it right back up.

"Oh shit," she yelled, clawing at my back, digging her nails in so deep that it felt like she could have been drawing blood. "Oh fuck, Nate, you feel fucking amazing."

As the pleasure burst free from me, concluding our quickie in a fast and timely manner, I felt on top of the world. Was there any better feeling than no-strings-attached fantastic sex? It certainly didn't feel like it to me. I thought this was the highest that life could get, and I didn't understand why anyone would want anything more.