Chapter 3 ~ Preoccupation
Grneyeddoc1981: Say when.
BellaNova: Now.
I had to admit that I was not expecting that, although I also couldn't say that I was entirely disappointed, either. With as much as I tried to think of anything I possibly could to quell the painful erection I'd been contending with all day long, the thought of a beautiful woman bringing herself to orgasm on my words alone was entirely counterproductive. And the fact that I had put off my own release because of her obvious discomfort at the beginning of our conversation had certainly not helped. It was almost as if I were talking to an entirely different woman from the night before. There was nothing timid or restrained about her then, and now, even though only through typed words, her unease came through in volumes. Her responses were delayed and far more conservative than the previous evening.
Gradually, she seemed to ease into it and hints of that vixen, BellaNova, the one I had been fantasizing about all day, slowly began to show through. The short, yet so fucking sexy responses started and I had to restrain myself from joining her. When she told me she was coming, my aching cock practically begged me to join her. There was no image in the world as beautiful as a woman in the midst of orgasm. Parted lips, panting breaths, heaving breasts...
Grneyeddoc1981: I'm up for it if you are, Bella ;)
Bella. How could she be anything but beautiful with a name like that? Then again, who cared? The advantage of the entire thing was that she could be anything I imagined, right? I closed my eyes for a moment as my mind began formulating the mental image of her it had begun last night, and it seemed to flow with my normal preferences; brunette with blue eyes, tall with long legs.
Everything that Tanya hadn't been.
With that image in my mind, my cock became impossibly harder; I needed release ... badly.
BellaNova: Fuck me, Edward...
I groaned loudly; for once, grateful for my empty apartment. Any question I had about her inhibitions from earlier was completely out the window. The vixen had returned.
Grneyeddoc1981: I want that mouth first...
BellaNova: where exactly do you want it
"Fuck," I hissed as my hand encircled my length; this really won't take long. I could already feel my balls tightening, and even more than release, I wanted the experience again. The night before had been the most erotic night of my life that I never wanted to end, and the thought of repeating it sent a thrill through me and I slowed the motion of my hand to prolong it.
BellaNova: Tell me how it feels... Edward...
I moaned softly as a shiver ran through my body at the sight of my name, something I never expected to feel in a setting such as that. It felt personal, and I wasn't sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing, but right then ... I didn't care.
Grneyeddoc1981: god. so good.
BellaNova: put your fingers in my hair. pull it.
Grneyeddoc1981: Jesus. long hair? color?
My hand slowly caressed the surface of my cock, stimulating me and keeping me aroused as I anxiously awaited her response. One more piece of the puzzle behind the amazing mystery woman. Please say brown... please say brown, I repeated over and over in my head as my eyes remained trained on the screen.
BellaNova: Very long. It would graze my nipples while I rode you. and brown.
Holy fuck! Oh yes, my girl was back... and fuck me, she was a brunette! I was done for already and I had barely begun. My hand tightened slightly around my length and my head fell back against the chair as my motions increased. As I closed my eyes for a moment, I entertained the image of my hand running through that long dark hair as a pair of perfect lips created the beautiful friction driving me to ecstasy.
Grneyeddoc1981: fuck. i wanna fuck your mouth
BellaNova: god, i know i shouldn't like that but... fuck thats hot
This woman is too fucking good to be true, I thought to myself. But then again, hadn't I already established that I was also someone completely different there with her than I was in the outside world? I never spoke to a woman that way, but I had also never encountered one like BellaNova ... Bella. Never been so insatiably aroused by anything, having had to go all day through work in that state... thank God for the white coats! Enough said.
My hips began thrusting reflexively into my hand again as they had the night before, envisioning that warm beautiful mouth taking me in over and over. I was so close, but I wanted to see more.
Grneyeddoc1981: you like me talking dirty to you?
BellaNova: yes...so much
Grneyeddoc1981: what does it do
BellaNova: it makes me so wet, my nipples hard
Grneyeddoc1981: fuck i want your pretty pink nipples in my mouth
BellaNova: god i want that too
A string of expletives escaped my lips, as I knew that at any moment, I would come and it would
be over. At least, for that night.
Just a little longer, I begged my body even though my motions never relinquished their efforts. Please, just a little longer. I knew I was reaching the end, however, but I wanted her to come, too. To share it with me again.
Grneyeddoc1981: are you touching yourself, bella
BellaNova: yes.
My breathing became more ragged and I felt the beads of sweat forming on my forehead; my release was imminent. Fuck, it was like nothing I had ever felt before and any thoughts that it had been something I wouldn't enjoy were completely gone. I was more turned on and enraptured by her than any woman I could physically see or touch; after only two nights.
Two nights.
Fuck, what is this woman doing to me? I was Dr. Edward Cullen. Highly respected and a gentleman, and yet with her, I became a complete pervert.
And I fucking loved every minute of it.
Grneyeddoc1981: get naked. right now
BellaNova: ok. you too.
I halted my motions, the prospect of drawing it out longer appealing to me even more. I lifted my hips completely off the chair and pushed my boxer briefs the remainder of the way down my thighs and they fell to my ankles as I whipped off my t-shirt. Settling back into the chair, I began typing again as my other hand returned to my cock.
Grneyeddoc1981: i want to fuck you
BellaNova: do it
Grneyeddoc1981: sit in your chair with your legs open
BellaNova: ok
Grneyeddoc1981: pretend you're riding me, put your fingers inside you and bounce on my cock
BellaNova: god, you feel so good
"Uhhhhhhh," I moaned audibly, reaching for the lube on my desk from the night before and squeezing some out on my tip. Tightening my grip slightly, I worked it down over my length until finally I released my grasp. Fisting my hand as she had instructed me the night before, I pressed myself inside slowly and my hips jerked again from the sensation. They began a rhythm of their own and the feeling was just as indescribable. If I closed my eyes, I could actually imagine... almost feel...
Grneyeddoc1981: oh baby, i'm stroking my cock imagining its your pussy
BellaNova: i love when you talk like that
Grneyeddoc1981: just imagine me whispering it into your ear while i fuck you
BellaNova: i'm so close
Grneyeddoc1981: i want to come inside you
BellaNova: go. now.
"Fuck. Me."
I cursed loudly just as my entire body tensed rigidly as I came, even harder than I had the night before. The intensity of the sensation caused my vision to blur slightly and my legs to ache from the tightening muscles. Breathing heavily, I slowly began to relax as my hand stilled on my softening cock and I leaned back further in my chair, staring up at the ceiling. After just two nights, it was already beginning to feel like an addiction. I remember scoffing at the idea that people could even become 'addicted' to online porn, but it was unlike anything I had ever heard. It was just one woman awakening things in me, bringing out a side of me that I had never known existed. And even more than that, bringing me the most intense pleasure I'd ever felt; and yet, I still knew so little about her.
BellaNova: are you still there?
I hadn't realized how long I'd sat there with my gaze locked on the ceiling above me until I heard the ring of her message. I looked down at the screen and sat up slightly to respond, hesitating momentarily before responding. Was she saying goodnight? Was I ready to say goodnight? What was this fear that goodnight would actually mean goodbye? I barely knew her, but the answer was no; I wasn't ready to say goodnight. I typed out a brief message before heading for the bathroom to clean up quickly.
Grneyeddoc1981: yes. just catching my breath ;)
BellaNova: so I guess asking if it was good for you would be rather redundant?
I came back to read her message and let out an actual laugh, something of which I had almost forgotten the feeling. Since when had life become so serious? When had I stopped enjoying the simple pleasure of just laughing? Why was she suddenly causing me to question every aspect of my life?
I didn't know, and I didn't care. For once, Edward Cullen was just going to enjoy the moment.
Grneyeddoc1981: so damn good, Bella. what you do to me is indescribable.
BellaNova: you have no idea...I've never come like that before.
Grneyeddoc1981: neither have I
She didn't respond for an extended moment, and I was almost afraid that she was retreating back into that shell she had been in earlier that evening. Although completely worth the effort, it had taken a while to break her out of it and what was underneath was the most amazingly sexual creature I had ever imagined. To have that hidden away from the world, from me, would be a sin.
Grneyeddoc1981: everything alright?
BellaNova: just catching my breath ;P ... so what kind of doctor are you?
x-x-x
I walked into the ER the next morning with a yawn, masking it with the back of my hand. Even my shower that morning had not helped my state of fatigue, but I was far from complaining.
The conversation with Bella the night before – and the lack thereof at times, as well – had made the exhaustion completely worth it. Neither of us had been ready to step away, and took some time to talk in between our 'encounters'. I learned that she was twenty-two, originally from Washington and attending UCLA for architecture. Yet, the only physical description I was able to extract from her all night was the color of her hair. Not that it was overly important, and in fact, only heightened her appeal to me. She could still be anything I wanted her to be; with the added image that she was, in fact, a brunette.
"What's up, doc? You look like shit," Emmett commented as he looked up from a chart in his hand, but as I ran my hand through my hair, his smirk appeared. "Oh, the good doctor getting his groove on with another online minx?"
I rolled my eyes and walked past him toward the lounge without a word but naturally, he followed me, relentlessly badgering me with questions. Standing at the coffee pot, I began pouring one for myself and continued shaking my head. "Emmett, so that you don't continue to ask me throughout the day. Not another woman, the same one. I'm very tired, and have patients to attend to and a shit load of paperwork to do. And beyond that, I don't feel like discussing it. I don't broadcast my sex life, unlike some around here."
"Well, that's something," Emmett grinned, nudging my arm and I rolled my eyes again in irritation. "At least you finally have some semblance of a sex life. That's an improvement. So come on, what's she like? Is she hot?"
"I'm not talking about this," I replied in an annoyed tone as I passed by him, taking a sip of my coffee and walking down the hall toward my office. The last thing I wanted to discuss at that moment was Bella. Even just thinking about her sent a shock wave to parts of my body that I would've much rather remained forgotten during work hours. I needed to keep a clear head; focus.
But as I was grabbing my stethoscope and my white coat, I noticed Emmett was blocking the doorway. His arms folded over his chest and his smirk still in place, I knew I wasn't getting out of there until I told him something.
"Look, Emmett, I don't know that much about her. I haven't seen her, I haven't talked to her. I have merely typed some words on a screen to her. End of discussion," I said, leveling him with a gaze to make it clear that I was not elaborating any further.
"Oh, you're killing me here, Edward," Emmett groaned, tilting his head back as I squeezed through the small space between him and the doorframe, into the hallway. "Let me live vicariously through you for a change!"
I smiled and nodded at the nurse in triage as she handed me a chart, Emmett still hot on my heels. I continued walking down the hall, reading it over and speaking in a bored tone. "As if I have ever lived vicariously through you, Emmett. I would prefer to not require a database to keep track of the names of my bed partners, thank you."
"Come on, if you're not gonna talk about it here, at least come out with me for a beer after work. It won't kill ya to be a normal guy for an hour," he huffed slightly as we stopped outside the patient's room.
I pinched the bridge of my nose in an attempt to rein in my urge to snap. My overtired state and Emmett's persistence were not a good combination, but I knew he would not relent until I agreed. "Fine, one beer. Now, will you please let me get to work?"
He gave a small fist pump before walking away victoriously, and I entered the room in front of me. I went through the motions of questions and quick examination...
But my mind was far from that room.
Even just the vague mention of Bella had stirred the desire coursing through my body. I really didn't care to go out for a beer after work. All I wanted to do was go home, maybe take a nap, and then hope for her to log on. After the previous night, there was nowhere else I'd rather be.
Aside from the raw sexiness of her while we were 'pleasuring each other', I had also discovered an intelligent, funny and fascinating woman underneath. And I was anxious to learn more.
A false labor, a case of appendicitis, and a broken leg later, I was back in my office. Sinking into my chair, I rubbed my hands over my face roughly in an attempt to wake myself up a little more. I sat up and wiggled the mouse to bring the screen in front of me to life, deciding I should probably check my email before I delved into work.
After sending a couple of work-related emails to the printer, my eyes met an unfamiliar address.
My lips turned up at the corners. Bella. And then, my gaze met the subject.
Aching for you...
My head hit the back of my chair and I released an involuntary groan as my already semi-erect cock began to throb and harden all the more.
Shit. There's was no way I'm getting through another day like this and hope to get anything accomplished.
Before even attempting to open the email, I pushed up out of my chair, made my way across the room to lock the door, and then drew the blinds behind my desk before sitting back down. I inhaled and let it out slowly, finally bringing my hand to rest on the mouse and click the left button.
Edward,
I got your email off your profile, hope you don't mind. I woke up this morning for work, completely exhausted. But it was definitely worth it. You want to meet again tonight, same time? It's only been a few hours, and just thinking about you is already making me so ... anxious, I have no idea how I am going to make it through work today.
And I was thinking. Do you have a mic on your computer? Typing one handed is a little awkward, and it might be easier if we just speak to each other instead and concentrated our hands on other things. Love to see if your voice is as effective as your typing ;) Let me know.
I'll be wet and waiting at 9.
Bella
Ho-ly. Fuck. If I hadn't already been suffering from an almost painful erection before, I certainly would have been then. She wanted to hear my voice? And if I agreed, I would be hearing hers? The thought of actually vocalizing those things to her sent an unexpected thrill of excitement through me. Not only had I never spoken that way to a woman before her, I had never had any inclination to, either; with her, I wanted to. I needed to.
A realization crossed my mind at that moment, as well. Hearing her voice would make her that much more real.
Yet, that thought was not entirely unappealing. It would also make it easier to imagine her in front of me. I could close my eyes and imagine her standing there, lowering herself onto me, riding me...
Fuck, that would be second only to meeting her face to face, I thought as I shifted uncomfortably in my seat at that prospect. To actually see and feel her lips around me, to weave my fingers into that long brown hair, to hear her moan my name and feel the vibrations of her body against me.
I was now throbbing against the confines of my pants at the images racing through my mind. I couldn't take it anymore. Before I could think twice, my belt was unfastened and my pants were undone. I closed my eyes and leaned back, envisioning her there with me as I began stroking my cock. Sighing deeply, I let myself forget everything else but the image of her face that my mind had created. I let all she had said to me the night before replay, imagining her whispering those words into my ear as she kissed along my neck. The sensation of her bare breasts against my chest, the feeling of her fingers gripping my shoulders as she raised and lowered herself over me.
Never had I fantasized about a woman to that extent, nor had one incited such intense arousal in me that I could almost feel her. As I tightened my grip, I held my breath to suppress a groan as my release edged closer at an alarming rate. The feeling was indescribable.
I imagined the way it would feel as she enveloped me; the sounds she would make, and the way it would feel when she came around my cock. And with that thought, I gripped the arm of my chair with my free hand as an intense orgasm took hold of me. My chest heaved, exhaling a shuddered breath as I came and then finally collapsed further into the seat once it subsided.
What was she doing to me? I'd had three orgasms the night before with her and not even five hours later, I was needing release again like a teenage boy. And yet, my desire was still not quenched, the need to be back home greater; at my computer, in my chair, talking to her ... hearing her voice...
Hitting the reply button, I quickly typed my response.
Bella,
I'll be there. Mic on.
Edward
Hitting send, I stood from my chair, removing my shirt and tie to replace it with a scrub shirt.
This is going to be another very long day.
x-x-x
Walking into the bar that evening with Emmett, I watched his face from the corner of my eye as he was visibly restraining his assault of questions. After ordering our beers, we settled into a booth in the back where he continued staring at me expectantly, as I took a sip from my glass.
He groaned loudly as he rubbed his hands over his face roughly. "Oh, come on, Ed. You're really killing me here! What's it like? What's she like? Give me something."
"First of all," I started, lighting a cigarette, half to annoy him and half because I really needed it after a day like that. "Don't call me that. And second, what do you want to know? You're the one who sent me to that site in the first place, Emmett."
Emmett waved his hand in front of his face and glared at me. "You know, for a doctor, you're not very health conscious," he chastised me and I raised my hand to flip him off. It was not the first time that we'd had that discussion, and he'd learned to laugh it off; the emergency room not exactly being the most stress-free of environments. "And just because I sent you there doesn't mean I've actually gone there myself."
"Fucking hell, man. Are you serious?" I groaned in irritation, running my free hand through my hair.
"Up until recently, I had the real thing. Never needed anything like that," he shrugged nonchalantly and then leaned forward on the table, pointing at me. "Now you, on the other hand."
"Then how the hell..." I paused mid-statement, shaking my head.
"One of the guys handed it to me one night for you on one of the many nights you refused to come out with us," Emmett replied pointedly, his eyebrow raised. "See, I'm not the only one who's suffering from your lack of action. So now, come on. Spill."
"You're worse than a woman, Emmett. Seriously," I muttered, rolling my eyes only for him to fold his arms on the table, unrelenting. "There's not much to 'spill'. We log on, I get mine, she gets hers, and that's about it."
"Yeah, and that's why you walked in this morning looking the way you did, right? Dr. Prim and Proper, waltzing in the door like he just rolled out of bed," Emmett retorted, pursing his lips in disbelief. "So, are you gonna keep talking to her? Or maybe get out there in the real world with some real women?"
"She is a real woman," I growled unintentionally, narrowing my eyes and he held his hands up defensively. "And yes, I am actually heading home after this to do just that."
Emmett's eyes widened. "Again?" he exclaimed and my jaw tensed as I glared at him after the passing waitress raised an eyebrow at us. "Sorry. But I mean, you came in looking pretty rough this morning, don't you think you could use a break? It's been a long time for you, ya know. Not to mention ... aren't you worried about ... chaffing?"
"Conversation over," I said flatly in annoyance, snubbing out my cigarette and grabbing my jacket from beside me. I stood from the booth, tossing the money on the table and began walking toward the door despite his protests. "Goodnight, Emmett."
The drive home was short, yet I still couldn't seem to get there fast enough. It was only seven, two hours to go, and already, I could feel myself hardening in anticipation. No matter what Emmett thought, I didn't need anything more than what I shared with her. With nothing expected of me except to be online at a certain time. And even the following week when I was on call, I had nothing to explain, no feelings to attempt to soothe, no promises to 'make it up' to anyone.
Tossing my keys and jacket aside as I walked in, I pulled the scrub shirt over my head and tossed it in the bathroom as I passed. I yawned on my way to the kitchen and decided on an espresso over another beer, wanting to keep myself awake for as long as possible.
While it brewed, I changed into a pair of jeans and went about making a quick frozen dinner. Settling in front of my computer, I checked my email as I took the first bite and smirked as I saw the most recent.
Re: Aching for you
Edward,
Got out of work early, and you have no idea how anxious I am for you to get home. Been thinking about you all day, and looking forward to hearing you tonight.
Hurry home,
Bella
She's home, I thought as a smile spread across my lips, the possibility of talking to her sooner triggering an excitement deep inside me. Setting my fork down on the plastic container, I began typing my reply to her.
Bella,
Just got home from work, and just as anxious. Want to meet up sooner?
Edward
Before I could finish another bite, my computer signaled a new message and I glanced up, feeling the tug at my lips again.
Is now good for you?
Bella
Finally deciding to set my meal aside, no longer hungry for food, I opened up my browser and clicked the link that I had placed in my Favorites the night before. Signing in, the alert to Bella's presence online appeared and I immediately opened a new chat window.
Grneyeddoc1981: Now is as good a time as any ;)
BellaNova: Are you ready?
Grabbing the headset I used for my patient notes, I set them on my head and adjusted the mic in front of my mouth.
Grneyeddoc1981: Ready when you are
A second later, a message window popped up on my screen that I had an incoming call from 'BellaNova'. Taking a deep breath, I clicked accept and waited a moment, hearing only the silent hum of the line between us.
"Bella?"
I heard a soft intake of breath and a moment of silence, followed by a soft sigh and the most beautiful voice I had ever heard. "Hello, Edward."