Warning for language and adult situations. Hope you enjoy and will let me know what you think!
Chapter Six
Since arriving the night before, Jason was having a hard time staying out of his mind and thoughts.
*Flashback*
Dom, Walker and he, had decided on a night out. They'd been working their asses off at the hospital and were lucky to get three to four hours to themselves before they were neck deep in the latest sickness, injury or the like.
"You guys want to try out that new bar that opened last month?" Jason asked.
"Sure why not, might be the only time we can, before another place bites the dust and we say, shoulda coulda." Dom replied.
The place wasn't half bad, the music wasn't too loud that you couldn't hear yourself think, there were enough pool tables to keep people happy and the drinks weren't watered down so much that you couldn't taste the flavor of the alcohol. All in all, it was a decent place; even the women weren't too shabby. There were a few bar flies that looked like they'd been rode hard and put away wet, but what place didn't have the type anymore.
For the most part, the women were…appealing.
Although, for Jason, it had been years since he had more than a passing moment with a woman and even those were few. He was too focused on his career to worry about women and how big of a distraction they could be.
He had just broken the balls to a new game and taken his seat to wait his turn, when he spotted a little sprite of a woman walking towards him. Narrow, yet shapely hips swayed slightly to the music, mesmerizing blue eyes and full dusky lips. It was her blonde hair that finally pulled his attention away from her eyes, he couldn't say for certain, but she didn't seem like a natural blonde.
When she stopped beside him and reached for one of the tequila shots on the table, he cocked an eyebrow. He didn't want to admit it, but her wink went straight to his dick. When she slammed down the second shot of tequila, his curiosity was slightly waylaid by her audacity.
"Can I help you?"
"Just thought I should introduce myself, you looked a little lonely sitting here by yourself."
'Where would she get the idea I looked lonely.' He wondered to himself.
"I don't know the meaning of lonely. I have great friends, a great family and a woman on my arm every night. What makes you think you'd qualify?"
"Maybe I will and maybe I won't but you won't know till you give me a chance. Your all cocky swagger and cool indifference, you look like a man who always gets what he wants. Are you a surgeon, lawyer, doctor?"
"Doctor and I don't know how you can possibly call me cocky or indifferent, you don't know me."
"I don't know you yet, you mean. The names Carressa, I'm in town for one night, if you don't think I'm your type of girl, say so and I'll move on. I was just looking for some fun, if you're going to be a fuddy duddy, I can find my entertainment elsewhere."
For some reason her name brought forth wonderful images of her caressing him.
"I'm Jason and don't go getting in a snit, I didn't say we couldn't have fun. Just because I'm pretty; doesn't mean I'm easy."
Her laugh, like her wink, went straight to his already semi-hard dick. When she moved slightly closer, he caught the most alluring scent. She smelled like vanilla and snow, blending to make the most erotic scent, he had ever smelt.
"A doctor with a sense of humor, how odd, wouldn't you say?"
When she downed the last of his shots, he was wondering if he should even bother. Four shots in ten minutes was a lot. With his lucky lately, she'd more than likely pass out and there would go the rest of his evening.
"Are we going to sit and talk all night or are you going to show me, how manly you are pretty boy?"
'Pretty boy', what the hell, was she trying to piss him off or was she just trying to get him to react.
"I'll show you." Jason growled, throwing her over his shoulder. "Dom, Walker, I'll see you guys…later."
"Sure you will…you dog. Be safe!" Dom called to his retreating back.
"Giddy up cowboy!" Elizabeth said, ruining her slightly serious tone when she giggled after slapping his ass.
He couldn't figure this girl out. She was such a mixture of false bravado and innocent charm.
"You're calling me cowboy; I'm not dressed as some redneck, backwater hick." Jason replied slightly perturbed.
"You may not be a cowboy, but with an ass like that…save a horse ride a cowboy, big boy. Although, in this instance, I suppose it would be appropriate to say, Save a Nurse, Ride a Doctor." Elizabeth said.
He felt when her fingers began to trail over his fingers and once again felt a stirring in his groin area. He couldn't be sure, but he'd swear his dick was now connected to the woman thrown over his shoulder.
Certain things she said and did, instantly got a rise out of him. He could feel the constriction of his jeans and wished, not for the first time, that he had gone with a looser, more relaxed fitting.
He was pulled from his inner musings, when he heard her speak.
"The things I could do to an ass like that. Nibble, suck, lick, caress…mmm, that ass was made for loving."
He wasn't capable of speaking in that moment, so he simply cleared his throat.
"See something you like?" Jason asked with a smirk. He wasn't a vain man per se, but he didn't know the ladies liked to look and if he was honest he liked when they did.
"Oh shit, I...I said that aloud didn't I? Just…too many drinks are cause for loose lips." Elizabeth said and then moaned.
Her dirty little musings and moan, made him go weak in the knees.
He'd had women do and say most everything at one time or another, but never in his life had they made him feel like a hormonal caveman, who was close to say damn with public indecency and just take her where they were.
"Do you need me to put you down?" He could put her down; he just couldn't guarantee the state of her dress if he did so.
"No, no, I'm good. All good, will be better when we get where we are going."
"Are you telling me what to do?" It was one of his few pet peeves, he hated when women tried to tell him what to do.
"Are you going to get a move on or what? You are wasting moonlight and that is a shame. So, giddy up already!" Elizabeth said.
Knowing that if he said or did anything else, they weren't going to make it to his penthouse, he simply said, "Yes Ma'am."
*End Flashback*
XxXxX
His meeting with Carressa was constantly on his mind. Even now, two years later and he wondered about the blonde and where she went.
Being around his family and visiting the hospital, which he had hoped would distract him enough, that she wouldn't be invading his every thought, but he was sadly mistaken, he realized. Distance and a new job did not take his mind of the woman; he was just now realizing was the woman of his dreams, quite literally.
*Flashback*
When he woke the next morning after their incredible night, he was angry to discover her gone and unable to participate in another round or ten, work be damned.
His anger only intensified as he continually returned to the bar, with the hopes of seeing and talking to her again. Yes, he'd admit, he wanted to do more than talk, but damnit, it was like she had climbed under his skin.
For the first two months, he sat and stewed in the bar, if he wasn't working or studying, he was at the bar and sometimes he was at the bar studying, hoping for a glimpse.
After those first two months, he still went to the bar, but he wasn't looking for Carressa any longer, at least, that is what he told himself.
When a blonde approached him, instead of denying her, like he had been doing, he accepted and took her to the men's room, and worked out two months of frustration in her. Of course, her parting gift of a blowjob just left him annoyed, pissed and hollow, so he quickly left.
His next free moment though, he was back at the same bar, in the same seat and no more than five minutes later and another no-name blonde was coming on to him.
He wasn't a violent man, but he was slowly losing his mind.
Carressa haunted his every sexual encounter, plaguing his every thought and her beguiling scent could not be matched. He'd tried, for an entire day, he had gone from department store to department store, sniffing perfumes and body washes, until his olfactory senses were useless for the better part of a week.
The blondes he bedded had names, they normally gave them when they introduced themselves, but they were always run-of-the-mill names, so easily forgotten, like their faces and bodies and sexual abilities.
Sitting in his childhood room and remembering the past two years, he realized he had probably slept with a hundred women, it could be a little lower, but he had been a ho.
Dom and Walker, who were also moving to Port Charles within the coming month, called him on his new man-whore status, but to him, it sounded more prideful than spiteful.
As his thoughts turned back to Carressa, like they always did – except when he was at work – his brain was only for saving people and helping those that needed it then.
His body was thinking about 'her' but just as he was working up to a raging hard on, again, his brain gave him an image of a tiny woman with chestnut curls and deep blue eyes. Ignoring his mind he cast his mind back to their one night of bliss, it always worked to assistant him in getting rid of impromptu erections.
She hadn't given him the chance to get past the threshold, as soon as she was on her feet; her fingers went to his pants and quickly divested him of the hindering cloth.
"My goodness, you are sculpted like a Greek God! When you aren't studying or working or whatever else you do, do you spend all your extra time in the gym?" Elizabeth said.
When she licked her lips, his cock grew, what looked and felt like two sizes. He was a victim to his own desire.
"You know all the poets and writers of old, who try to capture what perfection looks like, they failed horribly. They should have just described you. You are perfectly proportionate."
When she bent at the waist to untie his boots and helped ease his legs out of his pants and boxers, his cock stood up tall and proud, just begging for more. Hell at this point, he was likely to cum, just from her voice.
When she grabbed his hand and pulled him to the couch before she gently pushed him to sit, he could have sworn his eyes crossed at such a simple touch.
"Your calves are so shapely; your thighs are like strong oaks, betchya these babies don't bend in a strong wind."
He couldn't handle not seeing or touching her any longer, so he helped her remove her shirt, before tossing it away.
The feeling of her taking his left foot in her dainty little hand, as she caressed the arch of his foot and then followed his long, lean leg to his groin, caused his dick to almost shout with happiness, she was lucky she stopped caressing him, otherwise his dick was liable to spit his praise at her.
When she licked her lips, a breathy moan was pulled from deep inside him, too much more foreplay and their first 'moment' would be ruined.
'Fuck', when her hands and fingers started caressing his long length, while her mouth became intimately acquainted with the head, all while maintaining eye contact, left Jason a quivering mess. He was so close to cumming that it felt like even his teeth were getting in on the pleasure coursing through his body.
Jason couldn't control his accelerated breathing, every touch, lick and flick of her tongue, took him to greater heights.
The feeling as her tongue bathed every inch of his shaft, finding every spot that excited him, while her right hand stroked and caressed whatever she wasn't kissing and licking, was slowly and yet quickly, driving him mad.
When her mouth went back to his sweet spot, he felt Elizabeth slowly let her tongue and lips worship the area. Her left hand slipped lower, massaging and caressing his balls.
He was right at the brink, balanced precariously on the precipice of pleasure and pain. His balls screamed for the pleasure he knew was only moments away.
Jason's hands came down her arms and pulled her body to his, while he wanted nothing more than to reach his peak, he could have that another time, right now; he needed to be buried as deeply as he could possibly get.
He wondered briefly if it was his caveman coming into play, wanting to possess all of her, but decided, it didn't really matter, mutual pleasure and satisfaction was his one and only goal.
His lips plundered hers. Once she granted him access, his tongue dueled with hers, waging an erotic war of give and take. His lips took their fill, while his eyes looked theirs. She was stunning.
"Please, I need you…"
"I need to be…"
They spoke at the same time; obviously they were both on the same page.
The rest of the night was a blur of highs and extreme highs. It was pleasure and ecstasy blurring the lines of coherent thought.
Every touch, every stuttered breath and clenching and flexing of hands and bodies, was another level of pleasure.
Jason was exhausted. He had never been so sexually sated before in his life.
When her body collapsed next to his, after their fourth round, he found his eyes drifting closed, a contentment he had never known, settling firmly within.
*End Flashback*
XxXxX
Jason's hand began to slow as he released the day's pressure. His orgasm was good, but it wasn't earth shattering like it had been that night.
'Why did you imprint chestnut curls onto Carressa?' His mind asked.
Knowing the first signs of madness were talking to oneself, he answered nonetheless, "I didn't, you couldn't see hair color in my…it was dark."
'Likely story…I'll get on believing you…at some point.' His mind snarked
"Jason, supper's ready!"
He heard Alice call through his door. Immensely grateful that she didn't just open the door, like she used to when he was a teenager. Although, if she had walked in, it wouldn't be the first time she caught him with his pants down or completely off.
Pulling his pants the rest of the way off, he walked to his bathroom, cleaned up and dressed, then made his way to the dining room.
'Welcome to Port Charles' his mind offered as he took his seat.
XxXxX
