I grin up at him from the floor. “Taking a page out of the Matt Anderson handbook—being selfless.” I stick my tongue out at him and then start slowly undoing the perfectly tied drawstring on his joggers.
“Ellie,” Matt warns. “I don’t think this is a good idea. Don’t you have to get back to work?” He looks behind him at the door and then back to me.
I stare at the growing bulge clearly visible in his briefs and lick my lips. Then I pull them down shakily, letting his rapidly hardening cock bounce up toward his stomach.
“I have…” I look at my watch. “Eleven minutes.” I grab his thick length and lean forward to swipe my tongue across the drop of pre-cum in front of me. I hum at the taste—not bad.
“Fuck.” I hear a thud as Matt’s head hits the door behind him.
I move my hand up and down twice before licking from the base up to the tip. Then I guide him into my mouth and swirl my tongue, slowly taking him deeper. Matt’s hand works its way to the side of my face, his thumb resting on my cheek, fingers reaching behind my ear into my pulled-back hair.
I look up at his face and see his jaw is clenched and his eyes are closed.Hmm. That won’t do.I pause and move back to release him, hearing a soft pop as he bobs out of my mouth. I rest back on my heels.
“You don’t want to watch?” I try really hard to keep the disappointment out of my voice. But isn’t that part of what makes it so hot for guys? I look down at my teal blue scrubs. They aren’t exactly sexy, but I didn’t think they were offensive. Heck, I find them kind of cute. “Is it the scrubs?” I ask him, face twisting to the side.
Matt groans. “Ellie, whatever you’re thinking, stop. I love your scrubs.” He sighs and starts again. “If I try to look at you down there on your fucking knees, pretty eyes focused on me, I’m going to finish in fifteen seconds.”
Oh.Oh.
“That’s okay. We’re on the clock anyway.” I push back to my knees and lick my lips again before leaning forward to take him in my mouth.
I look up to see his Adam’s apple bob on a rough swallow. On my second pass, I make sure to hollow my cheeks and suck, moving my hand in unison with my mouth. Up and down, adding pressure with my firm grip on him. I don’t really have atonof expertise, but I take him as far as I can each time, letting my eyes water at the gagging sensation. I’m getting lost in the act, feeling a heavy desire pool low in my belly, when I’m abruptly pulled off Matt and up to my feet.
An involuntary pout takes over my face as I look down at his now slick cock.
“Go bend over that table.” Matt chucks my chin up toward him, his chest heaving and pupils blown.
Oh shit, that’s hot.
I scamper over to the exam table and try to assess how to bend over it. Do I lean forward, resting on my palms? Do I go on my elbows? I’m standing there, still staring, when I feel a hand press against my back, pushing it down until my entire front is flush against the table’s surface.Oh, fuck, I like that.
Matt reaches a hand in front of my hips to untie my scrubs. He hooks his thumbs under the waistband to my underwear and tugs them down over my butt. Matt slowly smooths his hands up over my ass to my hips, where he grips the dip of my waist and pauses.
“You said you have an IUD?” he asks, remembering what I told him during a recent hookup.
I nod. “I just got a new one when I moved here,” I tell him over my shoulder.
“Are you okay without a condom? I don’t have any with me,” he says a bit reluctantly.
I think of his past and know this is not a minor concession for him—offering to go without. I also think of the hospital’s stock of condoms and how there are probably even some in this room somewhere.
Then I think of why Matt’s here today and our exclusivity conversation on Saturday and how much I realize I just…trust him. So I give him another nod. “Areyouokay without one?”
I feel him flex his fingers on my waist. He’s so quiet I’m debating telling him I can go try and find some. I don’t really want to get up though. And my break is almost over…
I wiggle my butt in impatience and am startled when Matt’s finger swipes the wetness from my center up to my clit and backagain. He dips it inside then and I have to bite my lip to stifle my moan. He groans and grips my hip tighter with the hand that’s left there.
“So wet for me,” he says under his breath. “Can you spread your legs a bit, pretty girl?”
My heart thumps at the endearment and the anticipation. I step my legs farther apart and almost immediately feel him push into me.There’s a quick bite of pain from the sudden intrusion that shifts to pleasure almost instantly.Fuckkk, that feels good.
“Fucking perfect,” Matt grits out.
I grip the edge of the table in front of me as he pulls out and thenslamsback in.
Oh god, yes.
“Okay?” he asks, stilling his movements.
