I’m sick of waiting, and you can see it on my face as clear as day. I’ve been patient, I’ve been understanding, but enough is enough. We haven’t fucked in three weeks and every time you brush up against me I lose my train of thought. How can I possibly get you off of my mind when you’re right there, so close but still out of reach?
You’re a little out of sorts when I ask you to meet me in a service corridor instead of our usual lunch spot, but still game. It isn’t until I start punching in the door code on a room labeled “dorm” that you realize we won’t be making it to the cafeteria any time soon. I wedge the door open with my foot and look back at you over my shoulder. “Between rounds and inservice, we have about 30 minutes.”
Only meant for residents to catch up on sleep, it’s a closet of a room with perpendicular bunk beds and a small table with a faded visitor chair. There isn’t even a window, and we’re plunged into darkness as the heavy door swings shut behind us as we shuffle in, giggling.
More laughter as we try to find each other in the pitch black room, but then your mouth is on mine and suddenly all I can focus on is touching you. Hands roaming over your back, pulling you closer even as we kiss and stumble towards a large shape in the corner that turns out to be a bed when I bump up against it.
“Finally. Fucking finally!” Runs through my head on repeat as we start pulling each other’s clothes off. You’re down to your underwear already but still struggling with the knot in my pants drawstring. Giving up with a frustrated grunt, you hook your thumbs into my waistband and yank downwards sharply, taking my panties along with the scrub pants into a pile on the floor. I snort with amusement but I can feel myself getting wet when I realize how badly you’ve been wanting this too.
Any doubt in my mind that might have started to crop up over the last couple of weeks melts away as you push me onto the bed and whisper in my ear how much you want to taste me. I flop back on the stiff linens with a sigh and a grin, luxuriating in the trail of kisses you leave on my neck and across the tops of my breasts as you work your way downwards. You pause with your head between my legs, kissing one thigh and then the other as I try to keep them from shaking. I’m so desperate for your touch it’s all I can do to keep myself together. I don’t just want you, I need you. Thankfully my patience is rewarded and I feel the flat of your tongue start to make slow, languid traces of my clit and lips. If my back had arched any further in that moment, I’m pretty sure I would have been levitating off the bed.
You chuckle and hook your arms around my thighs, drawing my butt towards the edge of the mattress as you settle on your knees in front of me. I’m soon lost in bliss, head thrown back and lower legs dangling over your shoulders. A familiar fire starts to build in my belly, and I pull you into to me by gently tugging on your hair. You can tell I’m getting more turned on by the minute and those hands that were resting loosely around my legs now grip me tight so that I can’t squirm away. You order me to tell you when I’m getting close and I nod, anything you want, please, just don’t stop touching me.
My breath is coming in measured gasps as I try to stop myself from moaning and giving us away. The moment I start to tell you I’m about to come, you pull away from me completely. I let out a sharp hiss of frustration and you chuckle at me. “Not yet. I want you to come on my cock, not my tongue.”
Oh. Well. That works too.
I scramble to grab the condom I had stashed in my bra earlier and rip it open hurriedly. You’re still kneeling in front of me, so I lean forward and kiss you as I roll the condom down. I hadn’t touched you there yet, and you groan and stiffen further in my hands in reaction. Fuck, I want you inside of me so bad I can hardly stand it.
I don’t have to wait long – as soon as the condom is on you’re on the bed beside me, tugging me into your lap. I can see a hint of a grin on your face in the darkness. Both still surprised at how much we want each other, I smile back without knowing how much of my expression you can actually make out. Straddling your hips, I grind against your erection. When your head falls back on the pillow, my smile widens. There are ways to tell if you’re enjoying yourself even if I can’t see much right now. “Stealth mode” I snicker to myself because I am a massive dork.
Reaching down between my legs, I grasp you firmly and adjust my position. This is the second best part, feeling you enter me for the first time. I feel your hands caressing my hips and breasts but that all washes away in the wave of pleasure I get as I slowly lower myself onto your cock. Definitely worth the wait. You’re buried to the hilt and I pause, breath still coming quickly. I wish I could make this last. I wish we could lock ourselves in this room for as long as we needed. The spaces between these encounters are always too long, no matter how often I get to see you. But I have to admit, absence makes the heart grow fonder yadda yadda, and the intensity between us when we *do* find time makes for some absolutely mind-blowing sex. Almost worth missing you on those in-between days. Almost.
I bite my lip and reach up, grabbing the underside of the bunk above us so I can use it as leverage as I begin to ride you. Springs god only knows how old begin to creak loudly with the movement and so I adjust a little, grinding instead of bouncing in order to dampen the noise. Don’t need any interruptions now that I’m finally having my way with you. The only sounds now are us breathing and the slow, rhythmic squeaking of the metal bunk bed as I circle my hips with you buried as deep inside me as I can take it.
This is such sweet torture, but it’s not going to get me there before our time is up. I need you hard and fast, now. I need you to make me come. The bed springs groan as I roll off of you, but I’m past caring, my sights squarely set on getting off as soon as possible. “Take me from behind?” I whisper and get on all fours for you on the tiny bed, wiggling my ass in the air.
You are on top of me before I can blink, rubbing your hard prick against my wetness. You enter me and shove my head down onto the mattress in one swift motion, holding me there as you thrust into me again and again. I can feel my eyes rolling back in my head as the tension in my body builds steadily. “Don’t stop, please don’t… I’m going to come” I pant, and you murmur encouragement. I know you love feeling me squeezing your cock as I lose control. I tip past the point of no return and stiffen as the first wave of my orgasm rips through me. I don’t trust myself not to scream and so I bury my face in the sheets as you slam into me, my pussy contracting uncontrollably. It feels like there are fireworks going off inside of me, and in the dark room I see stars dancing in my field of vision. You’re always so good to me. Thanks for the dopamine, friend!
In my post orgasmic haze, I notice that your pace has quickened and your breath is ragged. Feeling me come, and fucking me hard as I squeezed you tight is almost too much. Your head is hanging down, hair in your face as you pump away. I clench myself as tight as I possibly can for you and look back over my shoulder. “Please come in me, daddy?” That does it, and your thrusts become jerkier as your orgasm begins. I roll my hips to meet yours, wanting to milk every drop out of you that I can. If I can’t give you frequent orgasms, I can at least try and give you good ones, right?
It isn’t long before you stop, and the darkened room falls silent again except for us panting. This was one of the days that makes all the in-between ones melt away.
It isn’t until a couple of months later that you realize why every time someone brings up surgical rounds that you get a little turned on. Suddenly all the bemused looks on my face make sense and you vow to take your revenge on me by forging new, sexy associations with boring hospital shit… but that’s a story for another time.
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