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High Heels / Deep Throating
ESME AND CARLISLE.
As long as she was wearing heels, he was hard. It didn't happen with any other woman, just her. It was those damn heels.
He heard her coming before he saw her. She was wearing a navy blue lace dress that fell to her knees and navy blue high heels with a delicate strap that wrapped around her slim ankle.
The dress showed off her plentiful cleavage and shapely arms. The navy blue complimented her pale skin.
He was hard. Who was he kidding - he was always hard for her. As long as she was wearing heels, he was hard. It didn't happen with any other woman, just her. It was those damn heels.
She was the forbidden fruit he couldn't have. He was a junior doctor and she was a consultant; one of the best in her field. She specified in children's medicine and she was wonderful. She soothed parents and children alike and had saved more lives than he could count. She was his fantasy.
"Not daydreaming again are we, Doctor Cullen?" Bella, the nurse asked and Carlisle felt his ears heat up.
"Apologies, Nurse Swan," Carlisle responded as he stood and gave her some files he had been working on.
"Dreaming about a specific consultant?" she inquired and Carlisle felt his face heat up this time.
"You should just ask her out," Bella told him. Bella and Carlisle had been working together for the last few years and she was well aware of his crush on Esme. She couldn't understand why he didn't just ask her on a date.
The truth was, Carlisle thought she was too good for him. She was several years older than him and knew what she wanted from life. Carlisle… well, Carlisle didn't even know if he wanted to specialise in anything yet. He was quite happy going home to his crappy little one-bedroom apartment, eating a microwave meal and watching reruns of Frasier. Somehow he didn't think that would be what Esme saw as a good time.
"Forget it, Bella," Carlisle politely said, walking past her to go and get some more supplies that he would need later in the day.
Once he had got the supplies, Carlisle decided he would go for lunch. He didn't feel like taking the stairs and decided instead to take the elevator.
Stepping inside he was slightly surprised when it stopped on the floor below and Esme Platt entered, giving him a blinding smile and standing next to him.
"…What floor?" he asked in a shaky voice.
"The same as you," she responded, pointing to the control panel. "Ground floor - I'm hungry."
"Me too." Carlisle wasn't quite sure why he told her that and he looked at the floor, feeling incredibly embarrassed. The embarrassment was replaced with arousal when he saw her heeled feet. God - how did she make high heels look so attractive?
"What are you going to get for lunch?" Esme asked him in a pleasant voice, turning her body to face him.
"Me?" Carlisle stuttered once more. This earned him a giggle and Esme nodded. "Well… ugh. I quite like the meatball sub…"
"Oh! I love those!" she exclaimed. "You're Carlisle Cullen, right? You've been here a few years?"
Carlisle nodded, his voice stuck in his throat.
"I'm Esme Platt - it's weird that we've never spoken before." It's because you're too good for me, Carlisle thought.
"Shall we?" she asked, gesturing towards the doors as the elevator came to the bottom floor.
Carlisle exited after Esme and to his surprise, they got lunch together.
The more she spoke, the more Carlisle found it easier to talk to her.
Everything was going alright when he felt the need to ask her why she always wore high heels. He tried to fight the need to ask, but his mouth and brain were working in different directions.
"Why do you wear heels all the time?" When the words came out of his mouth, his eyes went wide and he began to apologise profusely. "I'm sorry - I didn't mean to be rude."
She waved him off. "Don't apologise. I like wearing heels because they make me feel powerful. Sexy, Beautiful. Some women wear lace underwear to make them feel good about themselves; I wear heels." Being a visual person, Carlisle could only think about Esme in lace underwear and heels.
"We should get back," Esme said, glancing up at the clock before she stood and they got rid of their trays together.
"Are you going to the financial meeting this afternoon?" Carlisle asked as they got back into the elevator together.
"Yep," she sighed. "I have to - the board want us to reduce our spending but they don't seem to understand that when we have ill patients, we have to treat them, we can't let them suffer." Was there anything negative about this woman?
"I'm going to the meeting too," Carlisle said. "Eleazar can't make it and wants me to go on his behalf."
She nodded her head in understanding.
"Carlisle?" Esme asked, his name rolling off her tongue. "I've seen you staring at me - do you like me?"
"Uhh… well… uhh…" His mind felt like it was melting in his head. How was he supposed to respond to that?
"It's alright," Esme cooed, stepping closer to him. "I think you're very cute." Carlisle was now stood at the back of the elevator with Esme stood in front of him.
He didn't know what came over him but Carlisle leaned forward and kissed her. His arms wrapped around her waist and held her close.
When he pulled back, Carlisle thought she might slap him, curse him or even knee him in the balls. But she did none of those things. She smiled and then pushed him back against the elevator, fisting her hands into his shirt and kissing him back hard.
It was glorious. Her lips were soft and tasted like cherry (why did they taste like cherry?). She smelled like disinfectant (something you couldn't get rid of when you worked at the hospital) but it suited her and she was so warm under his fingertips.
"You asked me why I wore heels," Esme panted when they parted. "I only told you half the answer." She leaned forward and kissed him again, lightly nipping at his lips. "They put me at the perfect height to do this." Her hand let go of his shirt and crept down to his slacks. She fondled him lightly, rubbing the fabric of his slacks against his underwear.
Carlisle moaned and she smiled.
His pleasure was short-lived when the elevator began to shudder to a stop. He began to panic, but Esme didn't even flinch. She turned slowly so she was stood in front of Carlisle, never taking one hand off his cock. She brought the other one behind her back and smiled at the nurses who entered.
When the elevator started to move again, Carlisle fully expected for Esme to remove her hand from his cock. She, however, had other plans.
The hand that was already on his cock, moved upwards and pulled his zipper down, her hand slipping into his trousers first and then his boxers.
Carlisle's eyes widened and he looked down, Esme's heels only bringing her up to his shoulder. He looked down and she turned her head slightly, giving him a wicked grin.
She slowly caressed his cock with her hand, the soft skin making his cock weep with relief.
Bringing her other hand to the inside of his boxers, Esme's worked him over, carefully twisting each hand in the opposite way to really stimulate him.
Carlisle tried to keep his eyes open but the pleasure was mounting. His knees felt weak and he wanted to throw his head back and moan with pleasure.
The elevator ding brought him back and he watched with relief as all the nurses got off leaving him with just Esme and her hands down his pants.
"Shit," he growled into her ear, causing her to giggle.
"Hold the elevator!" a voice called out as the doors began to shut and Carlisle was pleased that Esme couldn't do anything as both her hands were down his pants.
A good Samaritan had other ideas though and stopped the doors for her, smiling when she thanked him and got in.
"Esme - how good to see you!" the voice exclaimed and Carlisle could have cursed when he saw who it was: Jessica - the hospital gossip.
Carlisle tried to discreetly step away from Esme but when he stepped back, her grip on his cock tightened and he felt pleasure surge through his veins like a lightning strike. Okay he thought don't do anything to make her grip it any harder or you'll be coming quicker than a virgin during his first time at a strip club.
Esme moved backwards and slightly to her left, blocking even more of Carlisle as she increased the speed of her hands on his cock. Now she was blocking Jessica from seeing anything and the brown-haired girl was none the wiser.
She chatted with Esme about new hospital developments and Carlisle nodded along even though he had no clue where the conversation was going. All he knew was that he was going to blow his load - and soon.
"Well this is me," Jessica said, stepping off the elevator, giving Esme a wave.
The second the doors had closed, Esme turned back to Carlisle and kissed his neck.
"We've got one more floor - think you can cum for me in that time?"
Carlisle nodded desperately and let his head fall back against the elevator and a deep moan escape his mouth.
Esme attached her mouth to his neck and sucked, her hands swiping over the pre-cum that beaded on the head of his cock.
Her mouth kissed its way up to his ear and she began to whisper to him.
"Do you know how many times I've thought of this? How many times I've fantasised about having you at this hospital? How many times I've imagined you bending me over my desk?" It was that last image that did it. The thought of Esme bent over her desk, dress shoved to her hips as he pounded into her, high heels still on her feet that sent him flying over the edge. His poor cock dribbling cum all over her hands and the inside of his underwear.
When he had finished, his whole body leant against the back wall of the elevator. Esme pulled her hands out and then using a tissue she pulled from the pocket of her dress, she wiped his cum from her hands. But not before she teased him by sucking two fingers into her mouth and moaning.
She quickly pulled his fly up just as the doors opened and she led him out, his legs still weak.
"Well this is my floor, Carlisle," there was a teasing light in her eyes. "Thank you for a wonderful lunch."
"Thank you," Carlisle told her back. "I've not had a lunch that enjoyable in quite a while."
She bit her lip. "You're more than welcome."
Feeling brave and knowing that there was something between them, Carlisle tried his luck. "Maybe we could have lunch tomorrow? Same time?"
"I'd really like that."
"You should wear heels again." His eyes travelled to her feet once more and his cock began to stir to life. His eyes met hers and she smirked. "I might give you an enjoyable lunch tomorrow."
Her eyes widened and she grinned. "I'll see you tomorrow, Carlisle."
He resisted the urge to fist pump the air as she walked away, those heels making the signature clicking noise.