Your Pain Is My Comfort

Not Like This

Her lips were on my neck. There was a tingling feeling running through my body. Every bone, muscle, and all my sense were on alert.

When certain parts of our bodies are touched, certain enzymes and chemicals that trigger s****l desire are released into our systems. The more our bodies simulated, the more chemicals are released and the greater our s****l desire grows until it becomes virtually unstoppable flood.

Her hands roamed up and down my body. She would squeeze my skin every once in a while as if making sure I was real.

She pushed me up against her desk and leaned her body on to mine. I wrapped my leg around her waist and she grabbed it. A small squeal left my mouth once she started biting down my neck again. Her breathing started to get heavy but her actions were slowing down.

I thought she was going to kiss me again, but instead, her mouth just hovered on mine. She pressed her center against mine, confirming my suspicion. A quiet moan left my mouth and to that, her grip tightened against my leg.

She wanted to do more. I wanted to do more, and she knew that. But she didn't do anything. She leaned her head against mine with her eyes close. "It shouldn't be like this," she whispered. I was confused and frustrated because I wanted to be touched. I wanted everything.

She hesitantly let go of my leg while shaking her head. When she opened her eyes we were both staring at one another. She looked me up and down and I could see within her eyes that she wanted me. The lust that was in them clearly stated it.

But once she looked back up at me, I watched as that lust slowly turned into fear. I squinted my eyes trying to figure out what was wrong but she quickly looked away.

I got off the desk as she walked to a door that was across from her couch. And now that I think about it, I've never noticed it.

She put her hand on the doorknob but didn't open it. She was looking at the ground then she looked over at me. "What?" I asked quietly. She opened her mouth to say something but nothing came out. I soon recognized the look in her eyes.

Pity.

I bit my bottom lip and looked at my feet with my arms behind my back. "Sorry to waste your time," I said and walked away.

"Olivia," I stopped as my name left her mouth. She rarely calls me by my first name. I turned back to look at her but she continued to stay silent.

"Is it me? Or, do you just not want to anymore? Was the game to mess with me and get me turned on, then at the last second throw me away?! Because you and your sister-"

"I don't have a sister," she said. I threw my hands up.

"What do you mean? I know-"

"I do not have any family, Olivia. Whoever this person your referring to is, is not related to me," I started rubbing my forehead getting the biggest headache. At some point I had had enough and opened the door. "Your first time shouldn't be on some desk by a woman who doesn't care about you, Olivia," I had paused as her words hit me.

At least she confirmed it. She doesn't care about me. I mentally slapped myself because I already knew that.

I closed the door behind me and left. Maybe I should just sell my virginity online. At least then I'll get paid for it.

Dr. Morgan's POV

I sat there staring at the door. Why didn't I take her? Why did I stop? Why the f**k did I say that?! I should be her first. She would never forget me if I did. I would stay on her mind forever. Every time she thought about her first time she would think about me.

I would be that special someone to her.

But the feeling that ran through my body when I thought about that stopped me from doing it. When she moaned in my ear I could sense how vulnerable she was. She wanted someone to please her. She wanted someone to treat her body the way she needed it. The way she craved it.

Every night for the past week in a half I have dreamed about f*****g her. I wanted her so damn bad. I wanted to know how her p***y would squeeze around c**k, how her lips would feel against my skin, I wanted to know every inch of her skin.

I moved my hips in a circle as I felt my d**k starting to throb. My phone ding on the table and I grabbed it.

Veronica

I'll be there at 10 a.m. You better be packed and f*****g ready. I'm not joking.

I scoffed and rolled my eyes. I don't want to go to this f*****g burial. None of my family ever liked me nor do I like them. My aunt's my uncle's my cousins, all of them hated me growing up. Now, did I give one s**t?

No.

But, one thing I can always count of Veronica to do is bug the hell out of me until I go. Honestly, that's the only decent thing I like about her. She's persistent. Dedicated. I'll give her that.

I got out of my chair and grabbed my keys. In all honesty. I just want to see who her new play to is.