brain dump bitch

by the time you reach the diner, you're exhausted. not only did you just work a twenty-seven hour shift, but since finding you asleep in the on-call room, jack has made you cum... five times? six? your brain is fuzzy, your pussy throbbing, your stomach grumbling, but all you can focus on is that mischievous glint in his eyes.

you slide into a booth by the window, quickly scanning the diner to make sure no one notices as jack slides in across from you. "nervous?" he asks, lips ticking up with a hint of a smile.

"we're in public," you say shyly.

"didn't seem too worried about that earlier," he replies neutrally, the innuendo present in his words but not his tone. you know he's right, but something about sharing a meal feels so much more intimate than fucking in the on-call room or getting eaten out in the backseat of his car.

a waitress named melinda comes to bring menus and coffee. she's warm and inviting, and the whole place has a smalltown vibe even though it's in central pittsburgh. you feel increasingly comfortable as you sit, sipping coffee and scanning a list of nine different eggs benedicts. when melinda comes back, jack orders steak and eggs and you go for the classic eggs benny. jack raises an eyebrow at you as she walks away.

"do you have any idea how dangerous hollandaise is?" he asks.

"i mean..."

"barely-cooked eggs just sitting warm all day? salmonella city."

"have you ever known anyone to die from hollandaise?"

"not personally."

"you seen it in the ED?"

"well... no."

"calculated risk," you continue. "dana smokes a pack a day, robby has that stupid bike, you literally get shot at for fun. let me eat my hollandaise in peace."

"fair," he replies with a wink.

melinda comes back to refill your coffee cup, which is already empty. jack doesn't refill his. once again, he looks at you suspiciously.

"shouldn't we be going to sleep soon?"

you try to ignore how your stomach flips at his usage of "we." you play it cool, taking a sip of your coffee. "it tastes good. and i have a high caffeine tolerance." you take another sip, letting out an exaggerated mmmmmmm while maintaining eye contact. "i get that it might be a foreign concept to you, though. caffeine does metabolize slower with age."

he lets out a little laugh. "is that so?"

"surprised you were unaware, doctor," you reply suggestively. he laughs outright at that.

"honey, believe me, i'm aware of a lot more than you think i am." he reaches across the table, brushing his fingers over your hand. it's surprisingly intimate.

melinda arrives with your food and you eat in silence for a few moments. your foot creeps its way closer to his under the table, rubbing your shoe up against his suggestively. he doesn't seem to notice. as you continue to eat and chat, your ministrations at his foot grow less discreet. when he doesn't reciprocate, you become pathetically pouty, desperate for his attention.

"what's with the pout, pretty girl?"

your chest flutters at the nickname, especially outside of intimacy. you think about brushing it off, but you don't quite know how. you decide to be honest. "you won't play footsie with me," you mumble.

jack looks genuinely perplexed for a second, before looking down under the table and seeing your leg rubbing up on his. he stifles a laugh, trying and failing to keep a straight face. "sweetheart?"

"yes?"

"wrong leg," he replies before rubbing his opposite foot up and down your leg. you both burst out laughing and your stomach twists at how fucking adorable he is, the corners of his eyes creasing as he laughs.

you continue to eat, feet rubbing up against each other, your heartbeat not settling down in the slightest. he cuts up his steak methodically, maintaining eye contact as he chews. he rolls his eyes as you exaggeratedly indulge in your hollandaise. soon enough, your plates are clean, but you're far from finished.

"penny for your thoughts," he says sincerely, and you huff at the antiquated expression. damn this guy is old.

"i barely know anything about you," you admit as you fiddle with your empty coffee mug.

"what do you want to know?"

"i don't know... your favourite colour. your favourite song. your favourite... dinosaur?"

jack barks out a laugh, but you don't let up, continuing to stare into his dreamy eyes.

"purple," he begins.

"really?"

"that surprise you?"

"you seem like a green kind of guy."

"everyone says that!"

"really?"

"nope," he responds instantly, popping the "p" on the end of the word.

"ok, purple," you reply with a giggle. you wait for him to continue. he stays silent. "song...."

"um," he begins, "i like bruce springsteen."

"no shit," you shoot back sardonically.

"what's that supposed to mean?"

"i mean it makes sense."

"i'm taking that as a compliment. bruce is... lit."

"lit?" you repeat in disbelief.

"poppin'," he doubles down, and you dissolve into giggles. "and... what did you say, dinosaur? t rex."

you let out a dramatic groan. "t rex is so fucking booooooring."

"it is not!"

"it is too," you whine, and he hates to admit he finds your petulance adorable.

"fine. what's your favourite dinosaur?" he asks earnestly. you giggle to yourself with a devilish smirk. "i told you mine, now you tell me yours. favourite dinosaur."

"you."

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jack's jaw is clenched the whole ride home. he grinds his teeth even harder when your hand finds his thigh. it takes everything in his power not to pull to the side of the road and fuck you then and there, but he decides a princess like you deserves to be worshipped on a king size bed, not a hospital cot or 4x4 truck. third time's the charm, right?

you stare at him the entire ride. eventually, he can't take it anymore. "what's that look?" he asks, his voice husky.

"you didn't keep your promise."

"and what promise was that, sweetheart?"

your hand slides up his thigh to palm him through his pants. "you said next time you'd let me suck your cock." your face is innocent, your tone chaste, contrasting the vulgarity of your words and the possessiveness of your hand over his crotch. "but i haven't even gotten to see it yet."

jack lets out a shaky breath, and you can feel him hardening against your touch. he can barely keep his eyes on the road. "you're trouble," he groans out. "can't wait to get you home."

"then drive faster."

"bossy," he rasps. he likes this side of you, teasing him, surprising him.

"only when i need to be," you reply seductively, giving him a single firm squeeze through his pants. he stifles a moan and you're satisfied as he grows impossibly harder. you squirm in your own seat, desperate for some type of friction. you know you're soaked, and in the back of your mind you worry you're leaving a mess on the seat of his car. but he'd probably like it - a reminder you're real, you're here, you're his.

it's another ten agonizing minutes before you reach jack's condo, both of you practically panting by the time you arrive. he frantically unlocks the front door, all but shoving you inside. his lips are on your lips, then your jaw, then your neck. he's mumbling against your skin between kisses and nips. he manoeuvres you through the house, eventually planting you firm against the kitchen island. "how long have you been thinking about this, huh?"

"jack," you moan as he latches his lips to the sensitive spot below your ear.

"i see the way you look at me when you think i'm not watching," he continues. "you're working in my ER, sweetheart, i see everything. so tell me. how long have you been imagining this?"

"jack please," you repeat mindlessly. you don't even know what you're asking for. you want his mouth, his hands, his cock. you want him everywhere. "please, please, please."

"sound so pretty when you beg. let's put that pretty mouth to good use." he shoves you roughly to your knees. you stare at him with wide eyes as he continues. "promised you this cock and i'm gonna give it to you. that's what you wanted, right? take it out, baby."

you don't need to be told twice. you scramble to unbuckle his belt, mouth watering at the outline of him through his pants. you unbutton and unzip his pants and shove them down in one go. his cock slaps against his abdomen, painfully hard, still smeared with cum from earlier. you're confused for a second before remembering his strained grunts as he went down on you. "you came in your pants?"

"that's your mess, sweetheart, not mine. you gonna clean it up?"

somewhere in the back of your mind you know you should be disgusted by it all. his hours-old release, still mostly gooey but beginning to crust over, should be revolting. but you're so turned on, so eager to taste him, that you dive in without hesitating. you begin licking up and down his shaft, cleaning him up just as he asked. the taste of him on your tongue is salty and musky and just so him. you can't get enough, your tongue moving faster and sloppier as jack lets out a low groan.

"good girl, that's it. so fucking dirty."

you take him into your mouth fully now, hollowing your cheeks. you bob your head, letting him hit the back of your throat almost painfully. your right hand finds the base of his cock, gripping and twisting what you can't fit in your mouth, while your left hand cups his balls and gives a gentle squeeze. he moans. you squeeze harder.

"love this fuckin' mouth. like it was made for me."

his hips stutter a bit, one of his hands finding your hair and gripping softly. you can tell he's holding back and you don't want him to. you grab his other hand and bring it to the back of your head, taking his cock as deep as you can into your throat and just... staying there.

"yeah?" he asks, voice gruff, clearly aroused but a little uncertain. "that what you want?"

you nod, moaning out a long mhmm that vibrates against him just right, looking up at him with wide eyes.

"oh, baby," he breathes out, hands gripping your hair harder and beginning to thrust shallowly into your mouth.

it's not enough. you want him to give you everything. want him to lose control. you keep looking at him with those big, needy eyes, nodding slightly as if to say yes, give it to me, i can take it. your hands wrap around him to find his ass, grabbing the flesh there to hold you steady. he begins to thrust harder, fucking your mouth in earnest now.

"there you go baby, that's right. this what you wanted, sweetheart? wanted me to fuck your mouth like a little whore, huh?" he begins rambling as he uses you for his own pleasure. the mix of degradation and praise makes your head spin. "good fucking girl, letting me use you like this. love this slutty little mouth."

your scalp is on fire as jack pulls your hair, your jaw aching from the stretch of him. he hits the back of your throat over and over and over again and the pain of it is delicious. tears are streaming down your face, what's left of your mascara now running down your cheeks. you can't breathe, can't even think, but here, on your knees in the middle of your attending's kitchen, you could die happy, choking and gagging on his perfect cock.

"fuck, stop, stop, stop," he practically growls. "don't wanna cum yet."

before you know it he's manhandling you, gripping under your armpits to physically pull you off of his dick to a standing position. you're gasping, lungs heaving as you finally remember how to breathe. he picks you up effortlessly and plants you on the kitchen counter, using his strong hands to push your thighs apart and spread you open. his for the taking.

"your turn, pretty girl."

jack rips your pants down your legs and his mouth is on you in an instant. he licks a long stripe from your entrance up to your clit, spreading around your arousal. you're impossibly wet, gushing down onto the granite countertop. he continues licking you like that, slow, relentless, so attentive to your whines and moans. it's like he's studying you.

"more," you moan out brainlessly. "please, more."

with that, he plunges his tongue into you. you squeal at the intrusion. he fucks you with his tongue, his nose bumping up against your clit. he can't believe how sweet you taste. your thighs begin to close around his head, but he spreads them back open with his hands and continues. when your thighs begin closing in again, he smacks your pussy, hard, and you scream.

"no," he says so forcefully it's almost scary. "you wanted this, you don't get to fucking hide from me."

he goes back to thrusting in and out of you with his tongue, the strong muscle splitting you open again and again. his thumb has found your clit now and is rubbing rough circles. your orgasm hits you like a ton of bricks, shooting through your body as you gush on jack's face. he could happily drown in you. he keeps going, not letting up even though you're painfully sensitive. you can feel a second orgasm rising in you impossibly quickly.

"jack i'm gonna--"

with that he stops instantly, denying you your next orgasm with a wicked smile on his face.

"not yet, baby. you had one, can't be getting greedy," he says, slinging you over his shoulder like you're weightless and marching you toward the bedroom. you land in the middle of a plush king size bed, your head hitting a fluffy pillow as jack mounts you and kisses you furiously. it's all teeth and tongue, desperate, impatient, and so so fucking dirty. you moan at the taste yourself on his lips, sweet and tangy. "you like tasting yourself, you little slut? is that it?"

you're pulling at the hem of his shirt, desperate to see more of him. all of him. he takes the hint, pulling the fabric over his head and discarding it somewhere on the floor. he removes your shirt next, then your bra, until you're both naked. you stare at each other for a moment, admiring each other's bodies, before he dives in for another bruising kiss.

"tell me what you want," he grunts against your mouth.

"you," you whine out pathetically.

"me what, sweetheart. come on, use your words, you can do it."

"want you inside me. please, jack, fuck me."

jack slides into you without warning and you're once again shocked by his size. he gives you no time to adjust, thrusting into you fast and relentless. his balls slap against you loudly with every thrust, the sound filling the room. you swear you can feel him in your stomach.

jack lifts up your leg and slings it over his shoulder, the angle letting him get impossibly deeper. you love being split open like this, letting him absolutely ruin you. your legs begin to shake and you can feel yourself approaching the edge.

"jack, i--"

once again, he stops.

"what the fuck?" you yell. and he laughs. he fucking laughs at you.

"you cum when i tell you to cum," he says, sliding out of you and raking his gaze up and down your body. "hands and knees, baby girl."

you obey, flipping over and arching your back.

"there you go, good fucking girl."

with that, jack begins pounding into you harder than ever. he hits that magic spot inside you, right below your cervix, over and over. you're shaking, shivering, barely able to hold yourself up. before long, your arms give out and you collapse face-first into the bed. jack grips your hair and pulls your head back.

"did i tell you to fucking lay down?" he spits out. "hands. and. knees."

you push yourself back into position, barely able to support your own weight but desperate to obey. to follow orders. to be his good girl. he pistons into you, the sound of skin slapping skin reverberating around the room. you feel your climax building and whine out desperately, "jack, i'm gonna cum. please let me cum."

he pulls out of you again. all he says is, "no."

you collapse onto the bed and begin to cry, desperate for the orgasm he's been denying you. jack presses your face into the mattress to muffle your sobs and sinks back into you. he slides in and out torturously slow, the new position letting him get even deeper. he lowers his head to yours, biting your earlobe before whispering to you.

"so fucking pretty and pathetic," he groans, and you can hear the arousal building in his voice. "and all mine. my pretty little whore."

you let out a string of pleasepleaseplease into the mattress as jack fucks you harder, rougher, deeper. your body begins to shake and spasm, the pleasure too much and not enough at the same time. you let out a long, high-pitched whine. "jaaaaaaack."

"you wanna cum baby? you gonna cum for me?"

"yes, yes, please."

jack pulls out of you one last time and rolls you over onto your back. he stares into your eyes like it will pain him to look away. "you wanna cum, you gotta work for it." with that he manoeuvres you so you're straddling him. he gestures for you to take the lead. "come on, pretty girl, you can do it. doing so good."

the praise lights something within you and you start to move. you grind on him, the pressure on your clit delicious and agonizing. you start to find a rhythm, and jack's hands find your ass to guide you. he mutters praises as you ride him. he wants to commit this image to memory. your eyebrows furrowed, mouth open in a perfect o shape, tits bouncing, and that perfect ring of cream around the base of his cock as you fuck yourself on him.

"use me, sweetheart. make yourself feel good. that's it. doing so good for me."

you can feel yourself losing rhythm as your orgasm builds again, that familiar tightness spreading through your body, desperate for release. you close your eyes and get lost in the feeling, until you feel a sting on your ass and hear a loud smack.

"eyes on me, sweetheart. eyes on me." he begins thrusting up into you harder now. "cum for me, pretty girl. let me feel you."

with that you feel yourself let go, pleasure shooting through your body, riding the wave you've been chasing for the better part of an hour. you gush around jack's cock, grinding desperately as your body begins to convulse. you're the most beautiful sight jack has ever seen. he's rambling praises as you come down, repeating good girl like it's some kind of a prayer.

you collapse on top of him and he rolls you over so you're flat on your back. he continues to fuck you through the aftershocks, chasing his own high desperately. you're whining and writhing but he doesn't let up. "come on, pretty girl, you can take it. almost there. you're doing so good."

it's only a few more thrusts before jack is emptying inside of you. you can feel the hot ropes of his cum filling you up and you savour the feeling. he's a panting mess, collapsing on top of you as his cock quivers inside your tight pussy. you stay silent for a while, just breathing each other in, marinating in the feel of each other's bodies and breaths.

"you ok?" he asks, genuine questioning on his face.

"so ok."

"wasn't too much?"

"was perfect, jack."

jack presses a kiss to your temple before rolling off of you, landing at your side with a hand possessively splayed over your stomach. you stay there in comfortable silence for a moment until you feel something hot and heavy against your thigh.

"how the fuck are you still hard?" you ask in disbelief, half a laugh escaping you.

the following nine hours of your double were a blur. the multi-car pileup that interrupted your sexy escapade with jack abbot ended up sending nine traumas your way. you stayed three hours past the end of your shift, losing two patients, one of them dying right in front of you. when you were finally done, you were equal parts exhausted and worked up. the adrenaline, the rush of saving people, the gut punch of losing others... they left you hungry, ready to fall into your bed, but also--for some fucking reason--in desperate need of someone in bed with you.

it's not your fault. you know what they say about sex and funerals.

when you've finished handing off your patients, finding reprieve in the staff room, finally letting the pressure of your ponytail release and your hair fall down around your shoulders, it's already 10:00 AM. your sleep schedule is fucked. absolutely fucked.

as you exit the staff room, you bump into a hard, broad body about a whole head taller than you. you look up to see none other than jack abbot, staring down at you like you're food. he fingers the hem of the old band tee shirt you've changed into, looking at the graphic with a smirk and a low laugh.

"were you even alive when these guys were playing?" he asks, thoroughly amused.

"nope," you respond, not breaking eye contact. he lets out a groan, a low, lustful sound he can't quite seem to stifle. it's wrong. it's so wrong.

he stares at you in silence for a moment, still playing with your shirt with one hand while the other drags through his perfectly messy salt-and-pepper hair. "i'm hungry," he says. "are you hungry?"

you nod. after twenty-seven hours on your feet, food is the only thing on your mind. (well... sex, too, but he doesn't have to know that yet.)

"there's a diner. twenty-four hours, drinkable coffee, good breakfast special," he continues.

"are you inviting me to breakfast?" you ask, unconvinced. there must be a catch. there must be.

he lets go of your shirt. he totally read this wrong. he made a huge mistake in the on-call room and he's currently digging his own grave even deeper. right? "is that ok?" he asks uncertainly.

"more than ok," you reply.

"let me get my keys," he says. "my truck's in the back."

he exits the room first, leaving you with the pleasure of watching him walk away. the way his broad shoulders fill out the black scrub top and his combat pants hug his ass just right. you exit the building through the main door after you see he's gone out the back. the thrill of getting caught is half the fun, but if anyone actually saw you together you're pretty sure you'd die.

there's a nip in the air and you pull your hoodie a little tighter around you as you walk around the building to the back lot. jack is there, leaning against his truck, having removed his scrub top to reveal a tastefully slutty black tee shirt. the fabric pulls around the expanse of his arms and your stomach flips. you realize that he's standing there waiting for you. you pick up speed a bit as you walk towards him, terrified he might change his mind and drive away.

"ready?" he asks, his eyebrows flicking up.

you just nod. he shakes his head, unsatisfied.

"i asked you a question."

"yes," you reply, maybe a little too desperate. "i'm ready."

"good," he says, and gets into the driver's seat. you follow suit, the step up into the truck a little higher than you expect. you nearly lose your balance as you climb into the passenger's seat, and jack can't help but find you adorable. a helpless little thing, his to protect.

and to ruin.

jack pulls out of the lot in silence and turns on the radio. he lands on a station playing eighties hits, go figure. you start humming along to the song and he smirks at you.

"you know this song?" he questions, almost impressed.

"i don't live under a rock," you shoot back, maybe a tiny bit defensive, but jack doesn't seem to mind.

you keep driving for a few moments, the radio playing lowly, jack's fingers tapping on the steering wheel in rhythm as you steal glances at each other. for the first time since your nap in the on-call room, you feel calm. you both enjoy the heated silence, the tension in the air that goes undiscussed. eventually, jack pulls into an empty lot. he turns off the radio and a silence falls over the car.

"where's the diner?" you ask, equally confused and intrigued. jack meets your gaze, his lip cocking up ever so slightly.

"about earlier," he begins, and you can't help but cringe. you can't see this conversation going well, not by a mile. he hesitates. "you did really well."

the praise surprises you. you search his eyes, making sure he means what he's saying. you can tell it's genuine.

"impressive you were able to respond to all those traumas with my cum dripping down your legs all those hours," he continues, and your heart stops, your jaw falling to the ground. he grabs your chin with his hand, physically closing your mouth for you. his thumb goes to your lips, keeping you silent and focused on nothing but him. "don't look so shocked now, sweetheart. you fucking love this, don't you? you like it dirty."

you want to resist. you want to remain composed. you want to maintain even a shroud of dignity. but at his filthy words, you can only whimper.

"get in the back seat," he commands.

you don't have to be told twice. you scramble out of the car, hopping down the few feet to the ground, unable to stop the devilish smile that's creeping across your face. you climb up into the back seat with a tiny grunt and sit, shutting the door a little too loud behind you.

"show me," he says simply, still in the driver's seat, maintaining eye contact through the rearview mirror.

"what?"

"lean back," he says, his voice instructive, "and show me that pretty pussy." he turns over his shoulder as you shyly oblige, watching you tentatively slide your pants down your legs. you're still wearing the thong from earlier (again, you had no change of underwear) which is now thoroughly saturated with a mix of jack's cum and your juices and leaves nothing to the imagination.

"oh honey," he groans, reaching out a hand to ghost over the soaked fabric. "we made a mess, didn't we?" you nod. "you worked a whole shift like this, baby girl?"

"mhm," you reply. again, he's unsatisfied, cocking up his eyebrows with a silent would you like to try that again. "yes. yes, i worked a whole shift like this."

"there you go," he praises under his breath. "wasn't so hard, was it?" he stares at you for another moment before slapping your pussy suddenly. you let out a high-pitched yelp of surprise and pleasure. before you can reach for him, he's exiting the driver's seat and joining you in the back. he leans you back further on the seat, fiddling with a lever on the side before reclining your seat completely. he crawls on top of you, heat radiating off of his body.

"do you remember what i told you earlier, baby?" he asks. you're unsure what he means, searching his eyes for some kind of hint. it's almost like he's testing you. he rolls his hips against you when you don't reply, punctuating his words with the movement of his body. "what did i tell you?"

you still don't know. he lets out a low chuckle. he looks almost disappointed in you, but with an underlying lust in his eyes you can't ignore.

"interns," he says, pressing a kiss to your temple gently.

"don't," he continues, a firmer kiss now on your jaw.

"take naps," he says, now fully biting down on your neck. you let out a whine. "do you remember now?"

you nod furiously.

"now just how are we gonna make that lesson stick?" he muses, still sucking on your neck. his hand slides down your body to grip your pussy through your underwear. "hmm?"

"i," you let out with a desperate exhale, "i know now. it won't happen again. i promise."

"promise what," he tests, now earnestly rubbing circles with his dextrous fingers.

"i promise to be good. to--fuck--to not fall asleep on the clock. i'm sorry. i'm sorry."

"the only thing i want you doing in an on-call room, doctor," he says with a vicious tease to his voice, "is sucking my cock while i’m on my break. is that understood?"

"yes," you whimper pathetically. "yes, i promise, i'm sorry. i want it."

satisfied with your remorse--and even more satisfied with your pussy growing impossibly wetter--jack begins moving down your body, nipping and sucking at your exposed skin. he tugs at your shirt, groaning, "off," before continuing down to the apex of your thighs and nibbling. he slips your pathetic excuse for underwear down your legs before attaching his mouth directly to your clit.

you scream outright, not giving a fuck that you're in a public lot, in broad daylight. jack is anything but gentle. he licks and sucks furiously, an occasional graze of his teeth, as he begins pumping in and out of you with his middle and ring finger. his other hand grips your hip so hard you know it will bruise. you moan loudly, hands gripping his hair as he works you to the edge with not only passion, but technique.

your first orgasm floods your senses without warning, a silent scream falling from your lips as jack continues thrusting and sucking. you're impossibly sensitive, but instead of giving you a moment to recover, jack speeds up, fingering you harder and pulling your clit lightly between his teeth. your legs shake violently, gripping around his head and pulling him in even closer, even deeper.

you feel your second peak building, delirious with pleasure. jack's rasp pulls your focus back. "look at me," he grunts. "look at me, sweetheart, eyes on me." he adds a third finger, the stretch deliciously intense as you clench around him. jack relishes the feeling of your pussy fluttering around his fingers, your wetness completely soaking his hand as he picks up even more speed, staring into your teary eyes.

"baby, jack, fuck, pleaaaaase," you whine out.

"please what, pretty girl?" he asks, practically growling into you.

"please make me cum," you cry out. "please please please pl--"

your voice cuts out as you cum, gushing around jack's skilled fingers. you're oversensitive and try to close your legs, but he forces them back open.

"jack, please, i can't--"

"you can and you will," he grunts into your pussy, tongue circling your throbbing clit, his thick fingers reaching a spot inside you that you could never reach on your own. you begin to cry as your hips buck, practically fucking his hand and your mascara runs down your face. jack drives his own hips into the seat below him, mumbling nonsense for himself just as much as for you. "come on, honey. gimme one more, i know you can. give it to me."

you cum mind-numbingly hard, your vision whiting out as you squirt all over jack's face. you didn't even know your body could do that. you're completely delirious as jack's hand slows and he licks up your mess. he's making obscene slurping sounds but you can barely even hear them, the intensity of your orgasm making your head grow foggy and your ears ring. you hardly notice him thrusting desperately, letting out filthy moans of his own as he cums in his pants.

after catching his breath for a moment, jack crawls back up your body. you feel his still-hard cock throb against your leg as he kisses you ferociously, tasting yourself on his lips. he may be twenty years your senior, but the man has stamina. lips and tongues tangle as you moan into each other's mouths, both whining as you come down from your orgasms. you wish you could bottle the sound of his moans and sell it. maybe you'd even be able to pay off the exorbitant student loans from med school.

"jack, fuck me," you whisper into his mouth. he presses his forehead to yours, staring deep into your eyes.

"that what you want, baby? want me to fuck you stupid? use you like a little toy?" his voice is deep with lust.

"yes, yes, yes, please," you ramble. he brings his lips to your ear, pulling your lobe between his teeth before whispering a single word.

"no."

there's no way you heard him right. "no?" you echo back dumbly.

"no," he repeats, a teasing lilt to his voice. "we're going to go to breakfast."

"breakfast?" you peep.

you didn't mean to fall asleep.

but it was your second double in a week, and as the newest intern at PTMC, you were getting your shit rocked with these hours. it was a relatively slow night, and when ellis saw you dozing off, she laughed and told you to take off for thirty minutes.

when you stumbled into the on-call room, you only intended to sit. to sit on the edge of a cot and close your eyes for a moment. to turn off the lights and exist in the dark for five minutes because you could only endure those fluorescent bulbs for so many hours on end. just sit, and breathe, and then get back to work. but when you sat on the edge of the bed, gravity took over. you were suddenly horizontal. your head hit the pillow softly and you felt instant relief, your body finally getting to rest after hours upon hours on your feet.

so you fell asleep. fell into a deep, delicious dream where all you could see was your attending's face. his crinkled eyes, his salt-and-pepper hair, his beautiful mouth with lips you were desperate to taste. his whiskeyed voice that could make medical jargon sound like poetry. it flooded your ears and you relished it.

you stayed like that for half an hour, asleep, dreaming about your attending. dreaming about his mouth on yours, his strong arms holding you close, his broad frame pinning you to the bed. dreaming about sex with your superior... while you were at work. you couldn't help it. these shifts were doing a number on you.

he didn't mean to stare.

when jack abbot made his way into the on-call room to catch his breath, he intended to do so alone. to look out the window, take some weight off his leg, and maybe recite that dumb new mantra from his therapist that was, embarrassingly, helping. alone. that was it.

but then there you were. you, the new intern he couldn't keep his eyes off of. you, the woman who was too pretty for him, too stable for him, too young for him, now asleep and on full display. you had tossed and turned a bit as you dreamt, your scrub pants slinking down your hips to reveal...

there was no way. there was no fucking way.

it really wasn't your fault that your underwear were so...provocative. you were normally a cotton bikini kind of girl, maybe some lace trim if you were feeling fancy, but the insane hours at PTMC meant you were weeks behind on laundry, and the only underwear clean when you got dressed this morning happened to be a strappy lace thong.

but of course jack didn't know that. and he didn't give a fuck why you were all dolled up...he only cared that you were in front of him, ass on display and fully at his disposal. of course he would never actually touch you, never cross that line and especially not at work, but he couldn't help it as his cock hardened while looking at your sleeping form.

and just as he was getting ready to pull his attention away from you, to return his attention to work, to ignore the fucking vision he had just walked in on and get back to saving lives, you whimpered his name.

"mmmmmmmmhmm, jack......"

he was fucking done for. he approached the bed slowly as you squirmed, your shoulders lifting off the thin mattress, letting out a low moan. he sat on the edge of the bed, still not touching you but just drinking in your image as you whined out, "jack, please...."

"please what, pretty girl?" he asks lowly, his fingers brushing over your outstretched hand just barely. your eyes flutter open, and you meet his gaze with a mix of confusion and lust.

"doctor abbot, i--"

"please what?" he repeats, his grip on your hand tightening.

"please kiss me," you reply, taking his hand firmly in yours and circling your other arm around his neck. you feel floaty as dream blends into reality and you realize what you're doing. realize that you're stretched out under your attending, hands clawing at his scrubs and his silver scruff, moaning into his mouth in the middle of the fucking hospital. your eyes dart towards the door, but he grabs your jaw and brings you back to stare into his eyes.

"can't be getting shy now," he sighs out as his thigh wedges in between your legs. the friction is delicious. "not after you sounded so pretty saying my name. say it again, pretty girl."

"jack!" it comes out almost as a grunt as you pull him impossibly closer. his fingers fiddle with the waist of your scrubs and you nod desperately without parting from his lips. "yes, off, please."

jack slides your scrubs down your legs, leaving only the thin strip of lace behind. "you always wear shit like this to work, baby?"

your cheeks warm with embarrassment. half-heartedly, you whisper, "i need to do laundry." jack chuckles into your mouth.

"i like it," he says before slipping his hand under the waistline, his fingers achingly close to your dripping pussy. "can i touch you baby?"

you ramble approval into his mouth and he plunges a finger into you with ease. his hand is so much bigger than yours, the pads of his fingers surprisingly gentle despite the roughness of his calloused knuckles. his finger slides into you over and over again, the heel of his hand thumping against your clit as he thrusts into you.

"so wet. all this for me?" he asks with a devilish smirk, adding another finger and bringing you that much closer to the edge. you nod desperately, but he shakes his head. "words," he demands, and you think you've died. you're either dead or you're dreaming because there's no way this is happening right now.

jack's third finger entering your pussy is enough to jolt you back to reality. your eyes meet his again after rolling back in your head, and you can see his lips moving. he repeats, "words, baby. did i make you this wet?"

"yes, jack, you made me this wet," you moan as jack's fingers work you to the edge. "for you, all for you."

he seems pleased with your admission, his fingers picking up speed and pushing you into your first delicious orgasm. as you begin to cry out, jack's other hand envelops your mouth, cutting off your cry of pleasure. he clicks his tongue, shaking his head at you. "uh uh. walls are thin, don't want anyone to hear you. you gonna be quiet?" you nod furiously, still riding out your orgasm, desperate to obey. "good. good girl."

jack releases his hand from your mouth and gives you a bruising kiss as you come down from your high. your tongue explores his mouth, memorizing the taste of the lips you've craved since your first day of work. you take his face in your hands and rest your forehead against his. breathing into his mouth, you whisper, "fuck me, jack. please."

jack lets out an audible laugh, not mocking but maybe a little smug. "well when you ask so nicely," he replies, sliding the now-soaked lace down your legs and positioning himself above you. "wanted you since you fucking started here. you want this?"

"i want it, jack," you groan before diving back in for another desperate kiss. he shoves down his pants and boxers and slides into you. and god, you had imagined him big, but the stretch is almost painful as he pushes into you. "jesus," you breathe out, the weight of him nearly knocking the wind out of you.

jack stills as he bottoms out, searching your eyes for reassurance. "ok?" he grunts, barely able to stop himself from driving into you. but he needs you to say it. needs you to tell him you're ready. tell him you want it.

"yes, fuck me, please," you let out with a whine as jack begins moving in rhythm. the stretch around his cock is deliciously painful as he slams into you over and over again. jack's lips latch to your pulse point and he sucks and nibbles your neck while he fucks you, definitely leaving marks behind for santos to tease you about later, but you don't fucking care. your dreams are literally coming true.

you let out another low moan and jack's hand covers your mouth again. he whispers into your ear gruffly, "i said quiet, yeah?" you nod your head again, eyes wide as he slides his hand down from your mouth to rest tentatively at your throat. he meets your eyes with a silent is this ok and you nod once more. "oh, you like that? you dirty girl."

jack drives into you with even more vigor now, his hand tightening ever so slightly around your throat, silencing your whines of ecstasy. you stare at each other with an intensity you've never felt before as he continues thrusting into you furiously, his own grunts slowly rising in volume. it's your turn now to silence him, grabbing his face with both hands and raising your mouth to his to swallow in his moans. he smirks into the kiss, impressed by your subtle display of dominance, before drilling into you with more force, reminding you who's really in charge. your eyes flutter closed as you feel another orgasm building.

"please," you whisper into his mouth. "please, please, please, please."

jack's hand loosens around your throat and slowly snakes its way down your body. his fingers toy with your nipple before tracing down your stomach and over the swell of your hip. he makes his way to your pussy, nimble fingers nudging at your sensitive clit as he continues fucking you. you swear you've died and gone to heaven as he rubs your clit in tiny circles, fucking into you furiously. you fall over the edge, second orgasm ripping its way through you and leaving you breathless.

"there you go, good girl," jack grunts into your ear, his hips continuing to thrust into you and his fingers enjoying your gush of wetness. "you gonna give me one more?"

you silently mutter yes yes yes as jack fucks you impossibly deeper. your entire body feels electric as you come for a third time, your walls clenching around him as he approaches his own orgasm. "f-fuck, baby," he groans into your skin, still nipping and sucking at your neck. "where?" he asks desperately.

"inside, please," you whimper into his skin, holding him closer, if that's even possible. his hips stutter as he reaches his peak, growling into your skin as he fills you up. his thrusts slow and he collapses on top of you. you breathe in sync for a moment, the air heavy with sweat and sex as you both come down.

before you know it, you're giggling. you can't help it, almost delirious as you sit in the aftermath of what you had imagined countless times since starting at PTMC. jack's weight on you is calming and grounding, and he silences your giggles with a surprisingly gentle kiss to your lips.

"did you have a nice dream?" he asks playfully, not separating his mouth from yours.

"yes, doctor abbot."

"i haven't fucked in an on call room since the nineties."

reality comes rushing back to you when you hear shouting down the hall. "multi-car pileup, we got three incoming," you hear a voice through the door, a frantic knock at the door before the commotion disappears down the hallway. jack presses a relaxed kiss to your neck before standing up to put his pants back on. your eyes widen as he tucks his half-softened cock into his boxers, shocked something that fucking huge was just inside you. you didn't even get to look at it before you fucked. you lick your lips and jack chuckles lowly, zipping his pants and shooting you a wink. "next time, baby girl." next time?

you sit up and begin to regain composure, reaching for your soaked-through panties and discarded scrub pants. you begin to redress as jack buckles his belt. he leans in and whispers in your ear.

"interns don't take naps."

blood rushes to your cheeks. you're getting fired. you're so getting fired. but before you can ramble excuses, jack is pressing a kiss to your temple. "trauma incoming, be out in two, yeah?"