“You could have warned me you were awake.”
“And where would be the fun in that?”
He smirks and cups my ass, pressing me against his erection. I push my hair out of the way as it falls over his face. He laughs and presses his mouth onto mine.
“So, do you always stroke people’s cocks when they’re sleeping?”
I flush. “Only when they’re in bed next to me. Besides, you obviously weren’t sleeping. Or complaining.”
He grins and nudges my leg over, which lines his dick up with my entrance. I laugh because now I really feel bad, considering I’m already running late.
“I think I may have just started something I don’t have time to finish.” I giggle at the expression on his face. I do genuinely feel bad about it. “I’m sorry. I didn’t realize it was so late,” I apologize.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” I lose my breath as his hands grab hold of my ass. He pushes me forward and drives himself into me. “You’re lucky I can work fast.”
“I’m not sure that’s anything to brag about.”
I smile and lift myself off him. I ignore his protests and wrap my fingers around his cock, forming a tight fist. That shuts him up pretty fast. He watches me as I slowly rub my fingers along his shaft, then I crawl to the end of the mattress, my knees resting between his legs.
“Well this took an unexpected turn.”
“Oh, before I forget,” I say, stopping for a moment, “is dinner on Friday night at Matt’s place okay?”
Luke glares at me. “For the love of God, you’re asking me this now? It’s fine, whatever, but text me this later, or something. Please.”
“Right. Sorry,” I reply.
I smirk as I take him in my mouth, running my tongue around the tip of his dick. He exhales and settles back onto the pillows, while I run my lips along his shaft. He’s so big that I struggle to fit him all in, but I try my best, getting myself into a rhythm of rocking back and forth. I take his hand and put it on the back of my head, wrapping his fingers around my hair. He groans, taking the hint as he anchors down, pushing his cock hard my down my throat.
“Harder.” He grunts as I slide my mouth from his tip to his balls, using one hand to massage them while my other hand grips his shaft.
“Look at me.”
I slide my hand up and down his length and curl my tongue around his tip, staring him straight in the eyes as I do it. Knowing he’s watching me is a huge turn-on, so I suck harder and faster, rolling my tongue along his thick cock. His grip on my hair tightens as he fucks my mouth harder. I control my gag reflex as he presses my face against him, his body convulsing as he releases. I whimper as his warm liquid coats my throat, but I swallow and keep sucking, and work his shaft with my fist until he physically pushes me away. Panting slightly, I smirk at him. He shakes his head, looking dazed.
“Come here,” he beckons.
He grabs my hand, pulling me into his arms. He kisses me. The fact that he’s not fazed that he can probably taste himself on me is turning me on something crazy. I kneel above him, one leg on either side and shake my head when he tries to pull me on top of him.
“I’d love to, but I’m really running late now.”
As much as I’d love to lie in bed all day with him, I have to get to work. It’s all fine for him; he doesn’t start for another few hours.
“Okay,” he relents with a shrug, the gleam in his eye unavoidable. “And here I was getting ready to repay the favor.”
I swallow, my throat suddenly dry as he trails his finger along my pussy. I waiver, only for a second, because holy shit that feels good.
“Stop teasing me.” I frown.
“So, what you’re saying is, you can give it but not take it?” I groan, my legs buckling as he slides a finger inside me. “Though I have to admit, you’re taking this quite nicely.”
I swat his hand away, glaring at him. He laughs and takes hold of my hands, lowering me down onto his stomach so he can kiss me. I pry myself away while I can and climb off the bed. I stalk into the bathroom, ignoring both the sounds of his laughter and the aching between my legs.
“I told you I’d be quick,” he calls out to me.
#
I close the door to the supply closet and lean my head against it, a smile on my face. I’ve been in the emergency department for most of my shift, and I love it. Working in here on a Saturday is such a rush. It’s been nonstop since I started, and this is the first moment I’ve had to even think straight. I gather up the dressings I came into the supply closet for in the first place and then walk back to my patient.