CHAPTER 7 MINA
“Thanks again, I’ll bring this right back,” I manage to choke out before whirling around and booking it back toward room 327. I can feel the heavy blush burning on my face, and I’m sure he saw it, too. That was mortifying.
I get to the room and allow myself to focus on cleaning the spill, then look around. There’s no one else I can ask to return the spill powder except for the doctor standing next to the nurses station. My blood runs cold as I realize who it is. Doctor Visera. Fuck. No way I’m going to ask him to do it. He turns and glances at me, and my heart sinks as I realize that he’s waiting for me. Fuck that. I want nothing to do with him. On the heels of that realization comes another one. I wouldn’t mind seeing the janitor again, even if it’s just to pass back what I owe him.
I grit my teeth, already feeling the blush returning to my face. Stop it , I admonish myself. Be a big girl. Just return the damn powder and be done with it.
Along with the blush, another sensation begins to wash over me, and I’m shaken as I realize what it is. I’m horny. There’s a slight tickle between my legs as I think about that mystery janitor, waiting for me in the closet. I can’t help but remember the dream, and the incredible orgasm it had brought me.
“Knock it off” I whisper to myself as I make my way back toward the closet. “Keep it together.”
As I approach the closet, I can see him leaning against the doorframe, a smirk on his face. That pesky blush is creeping over me again, followed closely by a sense of annoyance. Stay calm , I remind myself.
I arrive at the closet and look up at him. “Here’s the powder back, as promised.”
His smirk grows wider. “I like a woman who keeps her promises.”
“Oh really?” I hear myself ask, though I can hardly believe I actually said that. Judging by the look on his face, he can hardly believe it either.
“I wouldn’t say it if it wasn’t true.” He chuckles and clears his throat. “Beautiful and keeps promises… what else you got?”
“Wouldn’t you like to know?” Dammit, it’s like I’m not in control of my own mouth anymore.
“Yeah. I really would.”
I turn to leave, but just like I’ve seemingly lost control of my mouth, my body gets snatched by someone else, too. Instead of moving away, I take a step closer. “Are you sure?”
He swallows hard, and I can hear his sharp inhale. He smells good, like generic men’s soap, but it suits him.
“Very sure.”
I’ve completely lost control at this point, and deep inside, I’m ok with that. I close the distance between us, reaching up around his neck and pushing us into the closet. I feel him reach around behind me to swing the door shut, and our lips meet. It’s totally dark in the closet, but there’s a fire ignited between us that won’t be put out.
Any shyness or trepidation I had before has now melted away. I’ve been overcome by an animal, a sex-crazed monster, and she’s got one thing on her mind. I kiss him deeply and he returns in favor, our hands tight around each other, almost as if we are scared to break apart. His lips finally leave mine and work a trail down my neck to my collarbone, and he presses me against the door.
“Hang on, let me lock this,” he murmurs in my ear. I hear the lock on the door engage, and we’re off to the races again, lips and tongues dancing in perfect sync. His hands wander down to the bottom of my scrub top, and as though I can read his mind, I move my arms up so he can pull off my top. I quickly undo the clasp on my bra and toss it to the side.
His hands roam over my tits, and he moans softly into my mouth. I moan back as he pinches my nipples lightly, rolling them between his fingertips. I drop my hands to my hips and in one smooth motion I drop my scrub bottoms down around my ankles. I kick off my shoes and then kick the scrubs to the side. His hands are roaming freely over my body now, our kisses becoming even deeper and more passionate.
My hands find their way to the waistband of his pants, and I realize it’s a jumpsuit. My hands trail up to his neck and find the zipper, quickly pulling it down. He cooperates, quickly shimmying out of his uniform. Our lips break apart once more as he pulls his undershirt over his head, and my hands trail down his chest and abdomen. God damn, he’s muscular.
He presses against me, his skin hot against mine. I can feel his erection pressed into my stomach through his boxers, and I quickly reach down to grab it. He moans again, and I work to free his cock from its cloth cage. Feeling it in my hands, I realize that he’s well hung, and from what I can tell in the pitch black, nicely groomed. I drop to my knees, and I hear him inhale sharply, knowing what’s coming.
Without hesitation I put as much of his cock as I can manage into my mouth. I work up and down, sucking and slobbering like my life depends on it. He moans softly and gently grips the back of my head. For a split second I wonder if he’s going to try and face fuck me, but he continues to let me go at my own pace. A few minutes pass, and I can feel my jaw starting to ache a bit. I don’t slow down though, determined to see this through.
As though he can read my mind, he grabs my shoulders and gently guides me to a standing position. He kisses me deeply again, then murmurs into my ear.
“Turn around and bend over.”
I comply, sliding my panties down to my ankles as I turn. “Put it in,” I command in a whisper. Am I really doing this? I can hardly believe myself, here, in this closet, about to get railed by a total stranger.
He obeys immediately, carefully sliding into me an inch at a time. It’s slow and steady, and I can feel myself being filled bit by bit. It’s exquisite. He starts to thrust, gently at first but with growing speed. I bite my lip to keep quiet as he pounds into me from behind, knowing my whimpers could give us away. The last thing I need is someone busting us. That would be a disaster.
He wraps one hand around the base of my ponytail and pulls slightly, and I arch my back to comply with the pressure, all worries of being caught flying out of my mind. I’m here, in this moment, with him. Nothing else matters.
His other hand snakes around my chest and holds me close as he pumps his cock in and out of me. Every nerve ending in my body is on fire, and the soft wet sounds of sex fill the closet.
“Oh god, yes,” I moan, still desperately trying to be quiet, for both of our sakes.
“Your pussy is so good baby,” he whispers into my neck. “So good, just like I knew it would be.”
“You’ve been thinking about this?” I manage to pant out.
“Of course. I couldn’t get you out of my head.” He grips me tighter and lightly nips my ear with his teeth. “You’re my goddess, the only thing on my mind.”
It has been so long since I’ve fucked anyone, and I’d forgotten how absolutely divine it feels. I can feel an orgasm beginning to brew.
“Don’t stop,” I beg. “Just like that, please.”
I’m pleasantly surprised to find that when I tell him not to stop, he doesn’t switch things up like most guys I’ve been with. He holds the same speed and pressure, which is exactly what I need. The fluttering in my gut is a raging tempest now, and I’m having trouble catching my breath. My tongue feels heavy in my mouth and my eyelids start to flutter. I’m so damn close.
The hand holding my hair releases and snakes down to my hips, reaching around front till his fingers connect with my clit, making soft circular motions as he continues to thrust.
That’s all I need, and stars burst in my vision and my body begins to tremble. My pussy floods, sending streams down my legs and onto the floor of the closet.
“Fuck yes,” he moans into my ear. “What a good girl.”
I didn’t think it was possible, but his words tilt me right over the edge again and I have to fight back a squeal as my body convulses in delight. To my surprise, I gush again, his cock making sloppy wet sounds as he continues to pound into me. Both his hands come up to rest on my shoulders, and he presses me forward into the door and increases his speed, fucking me with wild abandon. He groans deeply and his fingers tighten on my shoulders. I know what’s coming next.