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Adrian
Iwas tired.
I was tired beyond belief, and I could only dream of the sweet release that waited for me in my pillow at home. I was just finishing up some paperwork for the night when a familiar figure stormed through my door, without so much as a knock.
Stevie was mad. I could tell that from the moment she opened the door, before she even came in with her tense shoulders and her mouth pursed like she was stopping a litany of curses flying from it by that action alone. She wasn’t just mad, she wasfurious.Nothing like the vulnerable girl I had kissed in the basement. That had been an impulsive decision, one where I had wanted to be able to take away the pain because I knew how hard it was losing your first patient.I knew how hard it was when you couldn’t do anything but watch a person die.
“My father just spoke to me,” she growled, already pacing the room like a caged tiger. “Or rather, hepatronizedme.”
I stood and just shut the shades and closed the door. There weren’t any nurses at the station, but I didn’t want to risk any passersby seeing a livid intern raging in my office.
“What happened?” I asked slowly, calmly.
“Ugh!” She cried. “He just-just, ugh! He’s going on about my reputation and professional working environments, and I wanted to hit him so bad. Oh my God, did I want to hit him!”
I had an inkling as to what they had spoken about—if you could call it speaking.
“Did he ask you about me?” I probed.
Stevie looked at me like she was seeing me for the first time, like she hadn’t realized she’d come into my office to rant and rage at me about her father.
“Yes,” she hissed, “he asked me about you because he has no idea about anything and has no clue that I—”
“You what?” I poured into the silence.
Instead, she grabbed my face, and it was her turn to kiss me. And boy, did she.
The way Stevie kissed when she was mad was wonderful and terrifying and kind of like a storm. She pressed her whole self into me and held on to me for dear life. Not because she needed saving, but because she would bring me down with her. I was all too willing to go. I kissed her back, but her energy was unmatchable, her ability to make mefeeljust insanely powerful. I held onto her with everything I had. I continued kissing her back, and then she was pushing me further, nipping at my bottom lip and driving me crazy, making me wonder how I had survived weeks with her on my rotation, being able to see her and talk to her every day, and not being allowed to touch her, to hold her. I groaned into her mouth, and she made a hungry noise, almost like her feral anger was bubbling out. I couldn’t help it, I needed more of her. My exhaustion had dissipated under the surge of energy that was her very presence, and I hoisted her onto my desk.
Stevie wrapped her legs around me and let me mouth at her neck, tasting the skin at the hollow of her throat like I had dreamed of doing from the moment I’d met her. There was no alcohol in my system to fool me. I hadn’t ingested anything, and it was left to my brain to tell me that it might have been a bad idea to go where we were going. But Stevie was a drug in her own right. I knew if I’d tested my blood, my oxytocin would have been off the charts.
I pushed my mouth lower, to the edge of her scrub top, and with my own growl, I pulled it off of her. She complied and arched into me. Her t-shirt was off in the next few moments, and then her chest was there, held back only by the plain white bra she was wearing. I decided to leave it on for the moment and was going to pull her pants off when Stevie hopped off the desk, and with mischief in her eyes, dared me to stop her from what she was about to do. She pulled down my pants without any fanfare and kept eye contact while she rolled my balls in one hand. I groaned and she licked a stripe up my rapidly hardening cock. The nights I’d spent imagining her in that exact position paled in comparison to the real thing, and I wasn’t sure I could take it when she deliberately ran her tongue along the slit like it was a delicious treat.
I pulled on the elastic in her hair, and she moaned—I hadn’t realized hair pulling was her thing, but I filed it away for future reference. The elastic came out, and her hair fell around her face, only making the image that much more enticing. She wrapped her whole mouth around me, and I thought I was going to explode right there. She never took her eyes off me, but she wasn’t going slow. Instead, she bobbed forward, taking more of me each time, until I was met with the lewd sound of her gagging as I hit the back of her throat on each thrust. Her chest bounced with her, and I couldn’t take it anymore.
“Enough,” I muttered harshly.
She didn’t stop though, so I pulled her off of my dick and dragged her up to meet me. I kissed her roughly once more, before bending her over the edge of my desk like I had only dreamed of doing. When I pulled down her pants, I was greeted with a sight more welcome than a holiday. She was glistening, moist and ready, just for me. I didn’t prepare her before I stuck in two fingers and boldly moved them. Instead, I just listened to the moan she let out.
“You’ll have to be quiet,” I said. “We can’t have the whole hospital hearing you.”
Instead of an answer, her next moan was bit back, swallowed. I wanted to hear her loud and clear, but there was also something delightful in the way she had to restrain herself. I had to withhold my own moan the next time I thrust my fingers into her, because her back arched her off the desk with a gasp. My own dick was unbelievably hard, and it was all I could do to not come all over her like some teenager. I couldn’t understand why my body had such a strong reaction to her when I’d spent years perfecting the kind of self control it took to make women fall apart around me. When her back arched, I grabbed her hair to hold her up and bent her over so I could whisper in her ear.
“God, you’re so fucking beautiful like this—has anyone ever told you that?” I murmured in her ear.
“N-no,” she almost whimpered.
I kept my grip on her hair so I could see her reaction when I hooked my fingers into her g-spot. The “o” of her mouth and the way her eyes rolled back made me think I could tempt her closer to the edge. I wanted more than one orgasm out of the girl before I inserted myself into the equation.
“Well, it’s fucking true. I wish you could see what you looked like, open and willing for me like this,” I said next.
In my grip she tried to turn, and I released her so she could.
“Then take a fucking picture,” she hissed, and there was only a challenge in her eyes.
I hesitated for a moment, not sure if she was serious, but with an insistent nod from her, I grabbed my phone off my desk. She was leaning back on her forearms, her wet center still very visible. Before I could stop her, she slipped out of her bra, breathing hard, and let her breasts free. The way they bounced was magnificent, and I couldn’t help but lean forward, and tweak them each with a thumb and forefinger. They pebbled under my quick grasp, and even further when I held the phone back up to take a picture. Combined with their erectness and the heavy breathing of my subject, something occurred to me.
“Does this turn you on?” I asked.
