The Doctor's Prescription

Still strapped to an IV, I lay in the hospital bed, waiting for my mom to pick me up. The doctor said during his last visit that I was ready to be discharged. I just needed one final check-up before being released, and the bill would be charged to my account.

"It's been ages, Mom!" I said, holding the phone tight to my ear. "I've been stuck here for hours. Where are you?"

"Honey Ari, Dave and I--"

My jaw clenched. Dave. Of course. Her precious boyfriend. "What about Dave?" I snapped. "Does he have something to do with me getting discharged from this hellhole?"

"Arianne, calm down," she sighed. "You were just admitted overnight because you didn't get enough sleep--"

"Damn right, I didn't! Because I was up all night working and making sure this family eats! And now you can't even pick me up because, oh, let me guess--another dinner date with Dave?"

There was a pause. Too long a pause.

"I just thought... you're old enough to manage on your own now. You'll be fine, sweetie."

"Screw this!" I screamed into the phone. "How could you do this to me?! Your daughter over a fucking dinner reservation? Tell me the truth, Mom!"

"Okay, fine! Yes! You got me, alright? We already had dinner reservations!"

I let out a sharp laugh, more bitter than amused. "Wow. Right. Of course. God forbid your evening with Dave gets interrupted by your daughter sitting alone in a hospital bed!"

"Ari, please don't make this a big deal--"

"No, no, it's not a big deal," I cut in. "It's just your kid, in a hospital, with an IV still taped to her arm. But hey, you enjoy your night. I'll figure something out."

"Arianne! You're twenty-five years old, Jesus!"

I hung up before she could finish. Disappointment settled deep in my chest, heavier than the IV drip still ticking beside me.

Great. Happy discharge day to me.

Then came a knock. Soft. Almost apologetic. I didn't answer. Didn't even bother to look. A nurse would probably come to remind me again that the bill would be forwarded to my nonexistent insurance company.

"I'll be quick," a voice said, slipping into the room. "Sorry to interrupt your little argument, but I need to do rounds. Dr. Martinez had to head to another hospital--the older man's short-staffed, so I'm filling in."

The voice.

My blood ran cold before my eyes even confirmed it.

I turned my head, slowly, like I was bracing for a punch.

And there he was.

Him.

Hunter Evans.

Or should I say--Dr. Evans--a long-time ex of mine.

We'd been together since high school, and god forbid, it didn't work out.

Blame it on the chaos of my family back then. We were both immature, alright? Hunter was neck-deep in med school, drowning in textbooks and rotations, while I was busy dealing with my own family's bullshit.

And now here he was--in the flesh, in scrubs, holding a clipboard he probably didn't even need.

He looked just as stunned, mouth slightly open, like he hadn't expected to walk into me either.

"You've got to be kidding me," I muttered, more to myself than him.

Of all the rooms. Of all the damn hospitals in the city.

"Ari?" he finally breathed out.

"Nope," I said flatly. "This isn't her. But unfortunately, I'm the Ari that you've mistaken me for, and I'm still alive."

His jaw tensed--like I'd struck something raw. Good. Let him feel it.

"I see you still have that dark humor in you," he said, voice low.

The way he looked at me made my throat go dry. I hated it. And yet--

My legs clenched without permission.

Damn it!

He still had that same voice. That same stare, like he could see past everything I was trying to hide.

"Don't flatter yourself, Dr. Evans. I'm just pissed and sleep-deprived."

"You always did talk tough when you were hurt," he murmured.

I scoffed. "Yeah? And you always ran when shit got real."

Now that hit.

His grip on the clipboard tightened.

"Maybe I did," he said quietly. "But I'm here now."

My chest burned. I wasn't ready for this. Not him. Not today.

Not while I still had a damn IV in my arm.

He stepped inside slowly, cautious, like I might throw the IV pole at him. And to be fair, I was considering it.

"Alright. Jokes aside, I didn't know you were--"

"Save it," I snapped, sitting up straighter. "If I wanted drama, I would've turned on a soap opera."

The tension in the room could've snapped steel. All those memories I had buried and burned were clawing their way back up just from being near him. His presence alone was enough to knock the air out of me. And judging by his face, he was feeling it too.

But I wasn't about to give him that satisfaction.

"Do what you came here to do," I said, voice like ice. "Then get out."

Hunter flinched. Just slightly. But I saw it.

"Stop acting so cold," he muttered, setting the clipboard down harder than he probably meant to.

I let out a bitter laugh. "Cold? Try abandoned. You don't get to waltz in here after years and lecture me about emotions."

He turned, eyes narrowed. "You think you were the only one hurting back then?"

"No," I snapped. "But if I may remind you, doctor, I was the only one left picking up pieces you helped shatter."

Hunter looked like he wanted to say something--maybe even step closer--but thought better of it.

"I was drowning, Ari. Med school... my dad... everything was falling apart."

"I had my own problems, too, Dr. Evans," I hissed, my palm clenched as his professionalism started to melt down.

"Christ, Ari," Hunter exclaimed, his stance rigid--tense in all the ways that used to make my stomach flip. And God help me, it still did. "Turn the fuck around and let me check your breathing."

I raised a brow, still facing the wall.

"Ari," he said, lower this time. Firmer. That tone--the one that used to have me wet and pulling my hoodie off before we even made it to his room. "Don't make me repeat myself."

I huffed, half from defiance, half from the stupid flutter in my chest. "Fine."

I turned slowly, deliberately, making sure he knew I wasn't doing it for him. But the moment we locked eyes, the tension shifted--thick, charged, magnetic. Like the old days we had when I openly let him suck my vagina while I devour his--

My eyes lowered to his pants.

God, I can't believe I missed that thing inside of me!

Without warning, Hunter stepped closer. Too close. Clipboard forgotten on the side.

"This isn't funny," he muttered, eyes scanning me like he didn't know whether to be angry or worried. "You've lost weight. Your hands are cold," he said after grazing my skin.

"Didn't know you still cared."

He exhaled sharply. "That's the worst part. I never stopped."

I froze when he reached for his stethoscope.

"Lift your gown," Hunter said, voice firm, clinical--but his dark eyes...they weren't.

My breath hitched. "You're joking!"

My tits were out, and I was only wearing my underwear.

"No." He slipped the earpieces in. "I need to check for fluid. It's protocol."

Protocol, my ass.

Still, my hands moved on their own--slow, hesitant. My fingers gripped the hem of the hospital shirt, and I tugged it up just enough to expose my stomach and ribs while I desperately tried to hide my tits--which, by the way, weren't really new to him.

The cold metal pressed against my skin, and I nearly flinched. Not from the chill, but from the way his fingers brushed against me. The way his jaw clenched when he noticed the faint scar near my ribs.

The silence.

My face burned.

Hunter didn't say a word, but his hands stilled for a beat too long before continuing.

"Breathe in," he said softly.

I did, and I hated how shaky it sounded.

"You okay?" he asked, not moving the stethoscope yet.

"I was. Until you walked in."

His eyes flicked up to mine--stormy, unreadable--and I quickly looked away, feeling like a fucking fool for even meeting him half way and wanting him still no matter how many years had gone by.

I didn't like this. The way my body still reacted to him. The way shame crawled up my neck like heat.

This wasn't supposed to happen.

Not with him.

I was about to tug my gown back down when suddenly, Hunter's arms wrapped around me. Tight. Desperate.

My breath hitched. I felt his chest rising and falling fast, like he was holding something back. His body was warm, solid, familiar in a way that pissed me off.

Then, I felt it--his lips, hot against the side of my neck, tracing slowly like he'd been starved for years.

"Hunter," I gasped, voice catching. But I didn't move.

I should've pushed him away.

Should've told him to stop.

But instead, my fingers gripped his scrub top like it was the only thing anchoring me to the ground.

I hated how quickly my body responded, how the heat pulsed low and fast. I couldn't even begin to process it.

But one thing was painfully clear.

I was already soaked, and he hadn't even touched me properly yet.

Hunter rasped, his breath grazing my ear. "Do you feel how hard I am for you?"

I moaned. It was the only answer that I could give.

I let his hand slide slowly up my thigh, fingers teasing the skin just above my knee, inching higher. My breath hitched.

"I want you laid out for me," he murmured, lips brushing my neck, "writhing under my mouth while I make you fall apart--over and over again just like I did everytime you made me lick your pussy."

My body was trembling, needy, but his voice stayed low... almost broken.

"But just say the word," he said, his voice a little shaky. His hand hovered right where I needed him most. "If you don't want this, I'll walk away. I mean it, Ari. For good. You won't ever have to see me again."

I looked up at him fast, grabbed his face, and pulled him close until our noses almost touched. "Don't you dare leave me again," I said, then kissed him hard.

He growled into the kiss, deep and rough, and kissed me back the way he did before. Only now, it's more intense. His hands found my ass, grabbing and squeezing like he couldn't get enough. He pulled me in tight, and I could feel him--hard and hot even through our clothes.

His thumb brushed right over my clit through the fabric of my thin underwear, and I whimpered into his mouth, hips rolling without even thinking. I needed more--way more.

I started messing with his belt, hands fumbling because I was shaking and impatient. I needed to feel him now--needed to know this was real and not something I'd wake up from.

"Hold on," he breathed against my lips, his voice rough. "The hospital... the reason why you were--"

"Later," I said, grabbing his hand and pressing it right back to where I was throbbing. "We'll talk later. Just... be here now."

"No, wait a sec," he pushed me gently away from him and groaned.

I frowned. "What now?"

I felt his thumb brush through my chest, the nipples beneath my nightgown standing erect.

"I don't want to hurt you," he said, his breath tickling my nose as his face went closer to mine.

Oh, god. This man! I want to devour him now!

And devour I did as I grabbed his face back to mine, our tongues clashing and merging at the same time.

"Ari--Arianne," he said my name like a prayer as I laced my hand on the back of his head. "God, you're so fucking hot."

"Stop worrying. I just want it the same way as before," I looped my legs around him, making sure that I felt his hard dick against my wet cunt. "I want your shaft shoved to my deepest spot while you fuck me on the wall--everywhere, Hunter. I want to be fucked hard. Now!"

His eyes grew dark as I stated my demands. "You don't know what you're talking about."

"I do," I gasped. "Oh, I do, Hunter! Why do you always question what I have to say?"

He lifted me, and my back hit the nearest wall with a soft thud. I let out a gasp, but it quickly melted into a moan when he started grinding into me through my soaked panties.

"Fuck, Ari," he growled against my neck. "You're so wet already."

"Then stop teasing and do something about it," I snapped, breathless.

He chuckled darkly--just once--before pushing my hospital gown up and tossing it on the floor. He tugged my panties to the side. Then, his fingers dipped between my legs and found exactly what he was looking for.

"Oh my god," I cried, head falling back.

"I've missed this. Missed you," he muttered, his lips trailing hot kisses down my throat. "I've been dreaming of having you like this again."

I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer. "Then take me. I'm right here."

He didn't waste another second. One hand hooked under my thigh while the other freed himself from his pants. I could feel him, hard and heavy, pressing right at my entrance.

"Ready?" he asked, eyes locked with mine.

"Hunter," I breathed, "If you don't do it now, I will ride you myself."

I saw him make that familiar smirk. "We'll do that in a while."

He didn't need more convincing.

With one powerful thrust, even without enough foreplay, he sank into me, and everything else fell away--there was just him, and me, and the sound of our bodies slamming hard together as I moved up and down the hospital wall.

My moans escaped loudly, but Hunter was fast in suppressing them, his hand cupping my mouth tightly.

"They'd hear you, baby," he licked my neck and I shivered from the fire his tongue left as I felt myself tighten around his cock.

He then pulled out, but with one hard thrust, he was inside me, filling me so deep I gasped, the stretch making my legs tighten around him. He didn't give me time to adjust--just started moving, slow and hard, grinding his hips into mine like he needed to claim every inch of me.

My back scraped lightly against the wall with each thrust, but I didn't care. All I could feel was him--thick, hard, and relentless. His fingers dug into my thighs, holding me up like I weighed nothing, and the sound of skin on skin echoed through the room.

"Fuck, Ari," he grunted, his forehead pressed to mine. "You feel even tighter than I remembered."

"Don't stop," I panted, nails digging into his shoulders as I rocked my hips to meet him. "Don't you dare stop!"

He slammed into me harder, faster now, the rhythm brutal and perfect. My body shook with every thrust, my moans louder, raw, completely unfiltered. He reached between us, fingers finding my clit, rubbing tight circles that made me cry out.

"Cum for me," he growled. "I wanna feel you squeeze me while I'm buried deep inside you."

My whole body tensed, pleasure building sharp and fast. I clung to him as the orgasm hit, blinding and pulsing through me in waves. I didn't even hear my own scream, which was muffled by his own mouth--I just felt everything tighten and then release.

Hunter kept going, thrusting through my climax as I withered on the wall.

"You're not done?" I said, my eyes half open as his thrusts picked up their rhythm again.

"The question that we should be asking is, are you...done?" he grinned and thrusted faster until I felt my entire hips shake upward, my vision blurring from pleasure.

"Oh, we're not yet done, sweetheart," he carried me toward the stool and sat me there as he opened the curtains, exposing me to the world outside.

"Hunter! What the fuck are you doing?!"

He grabbed my face and moved it in front of the window, whom I have no idea if someone had seen us fucking or not.

"Look at them, Ari. See how jealous they are?" he whispered in my ear before biting down gently. "They want what we have right now, baby."

I shivered at his words. "They're not jealous! This is fucking embarrassing!" I tried to cover myself up with my hands, but he wouldn't let me move away from his embrace.

He laughed and pulled my hair aside so his mouth was next to my ear. He breathed heavily against my skin, sending chills through me. "You're so gorgeous when you're embarrassed, Ari. Makes me want to fuck you even harder."

While still kneeling on the stool, Hunter made me lean toward the glass window as I felt his mouth deep in my watery vagina. He lapped up all of our combined juices, moaning at the taste of us together. His finger slid inside me easily as I was still stretched from the earlier sex session. He added another one, then started pumping slowly in and out of me.

"H--Hunter...! Fuck me again, please?" I begged him shamelessly as the heat started to build up in me once more. "Enough of this, urgh! I--I want to get fucked again!"

"How much do you want it, baby?" He continued his slow torture as he licked his lips seductively. "How much do you want your pussy filled with my cock?"

"A lot!" I cried out loud, uncaring whether or not people could hear us anymore. "I need it so bad! Fuck me hard until my legs give up and I can't stand straight! Please!" At this point, I don't think I care about anything anymore; I just want him to take me right now.

He gave a low chuckle and kissed down my back, sending shivers all over my body. "Well, since you asked so nicely...I'll make sure to fill that greedy little hole of yours with everything I've got, Ari," he pulled my hair backward, giving him access to suck my neck.

He stood back up and turned me around so I could sit properly on the stool. He spread my thighs open and entered me once more in one swift movement, causing both of us to gasp out loud from the sensation.

His dick filled me up once more, his movements slow and deliberate this time around. "Your pussy's squeezing my cock so perfectly, Arianne..." He thrust in and pulled back out, repeating the motions over and over again. I moaned loudly as each thrust sent waves of pleasure coursing through me. "Do you want more?"

"I--I do, shit," I cried, my eyes watering as Hunter continued to slam his cock inside of me. The friction caused the fire in me to grow even more as I felt myself clench down harder around him.

Then, Hunter pushed two of his fingers inside my mouth, his other hand pulling me from behind as he fucked me while I knelt down on the stool.

The pleasure was endless, but I was excited that it was a pleasure.

I loved it. I wanted more of it. More than what I already had.

And so did he.

"You're going to take all of this inside of you, baby," he panted in my ear as he kept pushing his dick deeper inside of me until he hit something inside me.

I yelped in surprise when I felt him hit that spot, making me arch against his body.

God, I really did miss this!

This was everything I've ever wanted--these are one of the things that made me finger myself at night while fantasizing about Hunter. Now that he was inside of me, I knew that I would never get enough from it. From him.

I wrapped my hands around Hunter and pulled his head down for a deep kiss, moaning as his tongue swiped across my own. Our mouths were connected by an invisible line as we explored each other's caverns like it was the only thing in this world that mattered.

He was fucking me so relentlessly that the both of us didn't expect that the stool would slip from beneath me--

We fell to the ground with a loud thud, my back hitting the floor hard, and I gasped in surprise.

Hunter groaned above me before looking down at me, eyes wide with concern. "Shit! You okay?"

I let out a breathless laugh and nodded, still trying to catch my breath. "Yeah... yeah. Better than okay."

"Sure?" he asked again, brows drawn together.

Instead of answering, I wrapped my legs tightly around his waist, pulling him closer. "Don't stop now. I'm not made of glass."

His eyes darkened as he slid deeper inside me, making both of us gasp. "Damn, Ari... you're gonna kill me."

"You started it," I muttered, digging my nails into his back.

Hunter groaned, leaning down to kiss the curve of my neck, sucking until I felt the sting. "You like marking me up," I teased.

"Hell yeah, I do," he grinned against my skin. "Gotta let the world know you're mine."