Our eyes met for the 20th time that night, I couldn't help but make another hungry glace. I turned my head away, but I could tell he was still looking at me. I should definitely be visiting with my family, I should definitely not be mentally stripping this nurse.. Usually everything about the hospital made me uncomfortable, but today I hardly noticed I was in one. I can't believe I'm letting myself be so enthralled by a man I know nothing about..
Every now and then I heard his voice, when he talked to another nurse or assistant, and I couldn't help but imagine his voice saying other things. Maybe soft and low praise in my ear as he did less-than-holy things to me. I shook myself, trying to get rid of the thoughts like my brain was an etch-a-sketch.
But somehow, I kept drifting to him, looking over at his station and more importantly, looking him up and down. He had to have been at least 4 inches taller than me, and I was about 5'9''. I loved the idea of looking up at him, being trapped in the gaze of his deep brown eyes. They were almost black they were such dark brown, even from a distance I could tell I would drown in them.
His arms were covered in tattoos, from his knuckles to the short sleeves of his blue scrubs. He had big strong hands that I would beg to have around my throat.. He was Filipino, with black locks of hair that went just past his ears, parted in the middle. I sat just admiring all his traits, he looked so.. Delicious.. Everything I noticed about him I loved.
I was lost in oogling him when I noticed he was coming towards me. I froze, trying to act like my heart wasn't going crazy in my chest. He knocked on the doorframe before walking into the room. I can't believe for a second I forgot, but he was here to do his job, not to see me..
"How are we doing today?" He asked my family, you could hear his sweet smile in his voice. I know my mom said something to him, as did my sister, but I was so lost in dreaming I didn't even hear them. His back was to me, and I noticed his muscles against his shirt when he bent over to reach for something. I instinctively bit my lip, and quickly stopped, looking around to make sure nobody had seen me do it.
He was turning around and coming closer to me again, and I was confused for a moment. "Excuse me hun," he said, leaning over me. I was unsure of what was happening, so I didn't move. I looked behind me to see the box of gloves mounted on the wall above my chair. He put his hand on the arm of my chair to keep his balance, and when I turned forward I found myself almost buried in his chest.
The smell of sandalwood and vanilla swept over me, and the urge to lean into him was overbearing. As soon as he was near me, he was gone again, standing up straight.
"Sorry, got a little close there, are you ok?" he asked, putting on the gloves he had just retrieved. I nodded, unable to speak properly, my mind reeling. He smiled at me and turned back to the rest of the people in the room to do what he came in to do.
I smiled to myself, still enjoying the smell of his cologne. I let my thoughts float, thinking about ripping his scrubs off, him tugging at my shirt, our hands all over each other.. Hands through hair, hands down waistbands and up shirts, like feral animals, unable to get enough of each other..
Pulling myself out of my trance, I noticed him walking back towards the door, taking his gloves off. He tossed them in the trash, looking at me as he passed. I could've sworn he winked just before walking out the door.. Maybe I just imagined that?
He went back to his station, my family went back to talking, but I couldn't focus on anything except my own inappropriate thoughts. I couldn't help myself, I was squirming in my seat, unable to sit still. I crossed my legs and I could feel wetness between them, my face flushing red. I need to go to the bathroom and collect myself.
I stood up, not even dismissing myself to my family, I just started towards the nurses station. Without thinking, I went straight up to the section he was at. I stood in front of him, and he looked up at me, smiling.
"Can I help you?" he said, his voice was both gentle and sweet, and full and strong. I hadn't thought of what to say before I made it to the hub, so I stood for a moment, not sure what to say. He looked me up and down, smile widening. My breath caught in my throat, I tried to stutter out some form of response, but it felt impossible.
"Um.." I hitched my thumb towards the hall, swallowing hard. "Uh, bathroom?" is all I managed to get out. He chuckled, and put one hand on my shoulder, pointing down the same hall with the other hand. I gasped softly at his touch, then scolded myself and hoped he hadn't noticed.. I looked at him to see, and he was still looking down the hall.
"Go to the end of this hall, take a right, and it's the very first door on the right." He patted my back, and I hesitantly stepped away from him. Dumbstruck, I followed his instructions down the hall. I swore I could feel him looking at me as I went down the hall.
I turned the corner, found the first door and absentmindedly fumbled at the handle. As the door came open, I realized it wasn't a bathroom, it was a supply closet? I stood there for a moment, I was so sure he said the first door, so why was this-
I felt a hand on my lower back gently push me into the closet. Letting out gasp, I spun around to see it was him, closing the door behind us. I couldn't even begin to think of what to say, but I didn't have to, he closed the gap between us and suddenly we were very close. He grabbed my chin, his hands felt rough, but his hold was gentle. He tilted my head up to look at him, a warm gaze falling upon me. There was a glint somewhere in there that hinted at hunger, and it excited me more than I already was.
After what felt like looking into his eyes forever, he kissed me. A rush of something ran all through me, like euphoric electricity the second we touched. My muscles that I didn't know were tense, all melted with the heat forming between us. All the way to my toes, I could feel excitement bubbling, making me feel like I might float away.
I was in shock, but I didn't pull back. My hands fell to his chest to keep myself steady, but soon I slid one hand up his neck and into his hair. He must've taken that as an invitation to amp it up and our kiss turned vigorous. I got lost in his lips, feeling my heart beat going wild. His hands found their way to my hips, pulling me in and making my breath hitch.
As we were flush against each other, he backed me into a shelf of towels, making something on the next shelf clatter over. Couldn't care less. My arms hooked around his neck, resting on his shoulders as he devoured me, things getting more heated with every breath we shared. Finally he broke our kiss, leaning back, panting.
"Is this what you've been thinking about, all those times you were staring at me?" he said, and again, I could hear his smile. I nervously chuckled, entirely called out.
"Would it be bad if I said yes?" I stammered, not meeting his eyes at first.
"Bad or not, I'd be happy to hear it." I looked up at him, at his confident smirk, and suppressed a giggle, dropping my gaze to avoid blushing. His hand came to my cheek, gently directing me to look back at him. I could see him searching my eyes, which did make me blush a little after all. I made a longing glance at his lips, and that was a welcome to kiss me again.
As soon as our lips met again, it was so much more intense than the first time. It took only a moment for us to fall back into a passionate kiss, biting lips and tangling tongues. He broke again, but only to kiss down my jaw, our hands still roaming each other; he had one hand around my back between shelves to hold me to him, and one hand was sneaking up my shirt.
Just like my daydream earlier, my hands found their way up the back of his shirt as his kisses trailed down my neck. My nails dug in a bit when he reached my collarbone, where he tenderly bit me. I let out a quiet moan, clinging to him. He groaned lowly, barely audible, biting me again. I gasped, as this bite was harder. My head fell back against the shelf, and my teeth dug into my lower lip. His free hand, now under my shirt, snaked around to my back, low enough that his fingertips were at the waistband of my sweatpants.
One of my legs came up and wrapped around his waist, pulling him into me. I gasped when I felt he was hard, now pressed against my groin, taking my excitement to a whole other level. Before this was hot, but something about this felt so much more real. It was one thing to make out in a closet, it was a whole other thing to.. I shivered just thinking about it.
Another low groan escaped him, and his grip on me tightened. He rested his forehead on my shoulder, pressing himself into me more. He put his hand on the back of my thigh, running it up until he was cupping my ass, squeezing with his fingers in the perfect spots to feel amazing. He gave a slow thrust, his loose scrubs letting his erection poke between my legs.
I was going mad, at first the idea of fucking him here made me nervous, but I very quickly stopped caring. I drug my nails down his back, and he pulled air through his teeth, although I was confident it wasn't out of genuine pain. Once my hand reached his waistband, I so badly wanted to tug his pants down, for him to tug mine down, for him to be in me, I couldn't contain myself. I wasn't thinking clearly anymore, I just wanted him. He put both hands on my hips, still pressed into me, and lifted his head slightly.
"Can I touch you?" He breathily whispered in my ear. I trembled, knowing he meant more than we had been already, he wanted to take it to another level. I nodded, my head leaning against his. I was wet before he even laid his hands on me the first time, I knew I had to be an absolute mess by now. He backed up just enough, I dropped my leg off him, unintentionally standing with my legs partially spread already. He slipped his fingers under my shirt, then gently down into the waistband by my hip. Slowly, he followed the hemline of my underwear around to the front of me.
My breath caught in my throat, my heart stopped for a moment, every muscle was tensed, so ready to feel his hand on my most sensitive parts. His fingers found their way into my underwear, the skin to skin contact of his hand to my pelvis making me shudder. It felt impossibly slow, I was so hungry for him that I was eager for his fingers to be inside me already.
