It started with a morphine drip.
Just enough to dull the pain in my ribs, not enough to silence my craving.
I was alone, drugged, sweaty, in a thin hospital gown with nothing underneath and he walked in like a wet dream in scrubs.
Nurse Dorian.
I'd seen him earlier that day tall, broad shoulders, hands that looked capable of both saving lives and making me forget my name. I thought he smiled at me longer than he should've. I told myself it was the meds.
But now, at midnight, during a thunderstorm, he was back.
Alone.
With a tray in his hand and eyes I couldn't look away from.
The Approach
"You doing alright, sweetheart?" he asked, voice low.
I nodded, even though I wasn't sure what I was agreeing to.
He walked to my bedside and adjusted my blanket, his fingers brushing the skin of my collarbone.
His touch lingered.
I exhaled.
My gown had slipped down one shoulder, exposing more skin than was decent.
He didn't pull it up.
Instead, he touched my hair, tucking a strand behind my ear.
"You should be asleep."
"I was waiting for you."
He paused.
Then he smiled. Slowly. Darkly.
"Were you?"
I nodded again.
He checked the monitor on my finger, the IV drip, and then leaned in closer.
"You know, most patients don't look this good when they're recovering."
"Most nurses don't look like you."
His brow arched. "Flirting with your caregiver? Naughty girl."
I bit my lip, a soft throb building in my core.
The First Touch
His gloved fingers slid down the side of my neck, skimming over the dip in my collarbone.
"You're warm. Is it the fever or something else?"
My breath hitched.
"Maybe both."
He leaned in.
"Do you want to feel better, baby?"
I swallowed. "Yes."
"Then let me take care of you."
He pulled the curtain around the bed, the metal rings clinking like a drumroll.
Then he reached for my wrist and clipped the monitor off.
"No interruptions," he murmured.
Under Observation
He peeled back the blanket and revealed me bare legs, parted slightly, the thin fabric of my gown bunched at my hips.
"Goddamn," he breathed. "No panties?"
"Too uncomfortable," I whispered.
"I'll be gentle."
He undid the drawstring of his scrub pants, letting them fall just enough for me to see the hard outline of his cock pressing against thin briefs.
He climbed onto the bed beside me, kneeling between my legs.
My heart pounded harder than the storm outside.
"I shouldn't be doing this," he said, brushing my hair back.
"But you will," I said.
He kissed me then. Firm lips. Clean shaven jaw. One hand cupped my face, the other snaked between my thighs.
And I melted.
The Forbidden Act
His fingers explored me like I was a medical mystery.
Slow.
Curious.
Loving.
He traced circles over my clit until I was panting. Then dipped inside me with two fingers, slow and smooth.
"Jesus," he whispered. "You're so wet."
"For you," I said, voice shaky.
He leaned down and pressed kisses along my chest, then sucked one nipple into his mouth and teased it with his tongue.
I cried out softly.
He moved lower, trailing kisses down my stomach until his breath fanned over my heat.
"Let me taste how much you need me."
And then he did.
Mouth to Mouth
His tongue lapped at me like I was his last meal.
Wide strokes. Sucking my clit. Two fingers working inside me in tandem with his mouth.
I gripped the sheets, trembling.
My orgasm crashed into me like lightning.
He didn't stop.
He licked me through it, groaning like my pleasure was enough to feed him.
When he finally rose, his lips glistened. His eyes were dark with hunger.
"I need to be inside you," he growled.
I nodded, still shaking.
He lined up, kissed me again, and slid in.
Deep.
Perfect.
The Remedy
His hips moved slowly at first, letting me feel every inch of him.
Then he picked up the pace.
He held my legs wide, thrusting harder, deeper.
"You feel like heaven," he murmured, biting my neck.
"You're not real," I moaned.
"I'm the best drug in this building."
We moved together like we'd done it a thousand times before.
I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him in deeper.
He sucked on my earlobe. Whispered filth into my ear. Told me how beautiful I looked stretched around his cock.
My second orgasm hit harder than the first.
I screamed into his shoulder, nails clawing his back.
He fucked me through it, then pulled out and came all over my stomach, shuddering with a low, rough groan.
Aftercare
He cleaned me gently, whispering sweet nothings and smoothing my hair.
Then he tucked me in like nothing had happened.
Except everything had.
Before leaving, he leaned down and kissed my forehead.
"I'll be back tomorrow night. Same shift. Same bed."
He winked.
Then he disappeared into the darkness, leaving me soaked, ruined, and desperate for more.