One thing you hated was the fact your dad worked in the ER. Especially the ER in Pittsburgh that never seems to get a break.

You wait on a bench outside of the noisy hospital. Ambulances rolling in and out every now and then. Your hands are tucked away in your dad’s green coat. You sniffle as your nose runs from the cold. It grows numb at the cold breeze.

You didn’t mind waiting in the cold though.

Every time the sliding doors open you can’t help but glance up in hope it’s your dad. Each time it’s someone different; some familiar faces but it was never your dad.

The sliding doors open once more, your eyes flick up, and to your surprise it’s a more than familiar face.

"Dr. Abbot?" You say, almost like it was a question.

"You waiting up for your dad?"

You scoot over on the bench as he inches closer. He just has on black scrubs, a grey shirt under, and a stethoscope wrapped around his neck.

"Yeah." You kept your response short.

With a soft grunt he sits down next to you. He leans back a bit and his legs spread open slowly in a manspread you can’t help but notice.

Your eyes flick away quickly.

"Robby is going to be held up a bit tonight." His tone makes you worry. Your eyes flick to his.

"Should I be worried?" Something in your stomach twists.

"There was a car pile up on the freeway tonight. Some of the local hospitals computer systems went down, so they had to transfer them over." He explains.

"He’s been in there for almost twenty-four hours." You mumble.

"You know how your dad is, kiddo."

Kiddo.

"The sun is rising practically, and I see the night shift doctors going home." You point at the night shift doctor who has a Dunkin' drink with him everyday, leaving.

"I know you’re upset-"

"Upset? Yeah, I hardly get to see my dad because his second home is a hospital for crying out loud." You shout angrily.

Abbot seems taken aback at your frustration, but he understands. He places a hand on your knee and gives it a squeeze.

"I get your frustration — I do. Your dad just works hard," Abbot tries to defend your dad.

You shake your head, "But when do I get a say when I want to see my dad."

You squeeze your hands into a fist, they’re tucked away in the long sleeves of your dad’s coat. You feel the tears of frustration starting to rise in your eyes. You bite your lower lip to try to stop anything from escaping but it’s hard with the cold air smacking you in the face. A tear escapes and so does a hushed sniffle.

"Hey, hey, woah," Abbot turns to you and you refuse to look up at him. "These tears aren’t worth it."

He grabs your face and his calloused hand glides against your cheek. Your eyes flinch at the touch. His hands are surprisingly warm. His thumb brushes away a tear under your eye.

"How did you get here?" Abbot asks you.

"I took the bus." You sniffle.

"I’ll text Robby that I’m taking you home today, okay?" You feel your heart rate increase at the idea of being in Abbot’s truck, just you and him, going to your house.

You nod and wipe away the tears from your face, "Okay." You softly say.

The car ride felt like it was the longest car ride. The soft hum of the engine, and the smell of the cars heater blowing in your face. You can tell his truck is a little older. It is a nice rustic red, and it suits him. Everything Abbot has or does suits him.

He pulls into the driveway of you and your dad’s house. Your own car, a 2016 Volkswagen Beetle, which broke down on you about a month ago, sits peacefully next to his truck.

"You took the bus but you have your beetle?" He points to your red beetle.

"She broke down on me last month. I think something’s wrong with the transmission. Dad was supposed to take it to the shop last week, but he got busy."

As usual.

"I can always take it into the shop. I know a mechanic who could probably get her back up and running." You can’t help but smile.

"You’d do that?" Your eyes flick between his.

With a soft nod and a smile that you can’t help but stare at, "Of course. I’d do anything for you, kiddo."

Your heart skips a beat and you can feel your palms grow sweaty. Your stomach twists and turns like you have to throw up.

"You should come in," You blurt out.

Abbot looks surprised, "You want me to come in?"

"I mean, dad wouldn’t like you to not come in. You drove me here you must be hungry or thirsty or — something." You ramble a bit.

Abbot chuckles at you and shakes his head. He reaches for his key fob and turns off his truck.

"Okay, I’ll go inside." He rests his hands on his legs.

His black scrubs fit nicely on his body. It squeezes around his legs and his black shirt accentuates his biceps.

You guys get out of the truck and you take out your key. It’s on a keychain with a picture of you and your dad, a small stuffed bunny, and a red heart. The keys jingle and you fumble a bit trying to unlock your door. You can feel Abbot staring at the side of your face and at the lock.

Once you get the door open you are instantly greeted by your cat Cinnamon. She’s a smaller tabby cat, and she rubs against your legs. She doesn’t hesitate to go to Abbot next. Rubbing on his black scrubs; her fur clings to it.

He leans down to pick her up. He lays her on her back and she purrs loudly. He takes his middle and ring finger and begins to pet her gently in the stomach.

"Such a pretty girl," He hums and rubs her fur slowly.

You lick your lips and swallow the lump forming in your throat. Your eyes can’t help but focus on his veiny hands and the thickness of his two fingers rubbing your cat.

He sets her down and when he gets back up he softly groans.

You blink out of whatever fantasy you were playing in your head.

"Are you thirsty?" You ask and walk over to the kitchen.

"Coffee would be great," He nods.

"Coffee after doing the night shift?" You tease and he huffs as he sits down on your sofa.

"Coffee is like water to me now, kid."

"You realize I’m nineteen. I’m not a kid," You glare at him.

"I know, I know. I just like saying it," He smiles.

You put the pod of coffee into your Keurig. It begins to rumble as the water starts to heat up. You awkwardly stand in the kitchen not knowing if you should go over to the couch or not.

"Don’t be so uptight in your own home," You flinch at the husky voice and look over at Abbot.

He pats the cushion next to him and hesitantly you begin to walk over. You stand in front of him and his head tilts up to look at you. You sit down slowly next to him. You can feel his eyes on you; watching your every move.

You guys sit in silence, you can hear your heart beating loudly. You’ve been around Abbot many times but this one time you’re with him alone.

You notice him bringg his hand up, and it finds your leg. He places his hand on your leg and brings your chin over his lap.

You watch him.

He knows you’re watching.

He slides his hand up to your chin slowly — rubbing your skin. Shivers run up your spine at his warm hands caressing your legs.

He turns his head and his eyes lock with yours.

You swallow.

"Abbot," you say almost breathlessly.

"Yes?" His voice is deeper than before.

You lean in more, your butt pressing against his thigh. Your legs are now both over his lap, but you’re not sitting in his lap — yet.

"Keep going," you say. "Please."

His eyes flick between yours. Something new lights in them and you can tell he’s enjoying this as much as you are.

You lean in to his neck as he continues to stroke your legs. You get a smell of his musk that makes him smell more like a man. You place a soft kiss on his neck and his hand halts on your chin.

You pull away and look up at him.

"Kid," Abbot begins.

His hand reaches out for your cheek. His thumb traces your bottom lip as he holds your face. A breathy gasp escapes between your lips. You stare up at him; he licks his lips slowly. Before you left him finish his sentence you place your mouth on his. His breath gets caught in his throat, but he doesn’t fight the kiss. His mouth wanders yours; his tongue protruding the entrance to your mouth. Your tongues fight against each other.

You find yourself now straddling him. Your hands are on his broad shoulders, squeezing and pulling on his shirt. The more you two kiss, the more you want.

He breaks away from you. You’re both breathless and he stares into your eyes. You can feel your lips are swollen but you don’t mind.

"Kid, we shouldn’t have done that." He says.

"But I wanted it to happen," You whisper.

He tilts his head back a bit and you bite your lip. You inch towards his face again and he doesn’t mind. You place another soft kiss on his lips. You can feel the heat from his breath on your lips. His breath smells like peppermint, and you can’t help but crave it.

Your tongue glides along the bottom of his lip, and slowly you rock your hips forward. With the movement of your hips you can hear him grunt in your mouth.

Everything around you disappears. All you can focus on is the feeling of your pussy slowly grinding against his growing hard on, and the way his breathing grows erratic against your mouth.

"Fuck," He groans.

He stared at you intensely through hooded eyes. You rock your hips and a shot of pleasure shoots through you.

You lean forward a bit and your head meets his muscular shoulder. His hand slides into your hair and the fingers that were once petting your cat were now racking through your hair.

You let out a muffled moan into his shoulder at the feeling of your cunt grinding and his hand roughly playing in your hair.

"Keep going," He encourages through a groan.

You press down harder and roll your hips. Your breath hitches softly.

"Yeah," He breathes. "Just like that."

You moan again at his words.

"What would your dad think?" He whispers. "Him coming home and seeing his daughter grinding against his friend, huh?"

You whimper in response.

You lean back and look at him. Your chest heaves up and down.

"I want more," You gasp. "Jack, please."

"Jack, hm?" He moves his hands down onto your thighs and up to your hips.

He squeezes and massages them slowly.

"What more do you want?" He asks.

"Touch me, anything, please." You beg.

"Touch you?" His hand slides closer to the button of your jeans.

He rubs his finger around the button. You watch the way his index finger slowly does circles on the piece of metal. You feel yourself pulsing at the idea of his fingers doing that to you.

He unbuttons the button and glides down the zipper. He can see your pink lace underwear you’re wearing. His thumb glides against the silky underwear and he looks up at you — looking for an answer.

"Please," you beg. "Touch me."

Without anymore hesitation he slides his hand inside of your underwear. You let out a mixture of a gasp and a moan as his index finger slides up your wet folds and runs over your clit, slowly. You rub is back and forth in a slowly flicking motion. You moan and tilt your head back a bit and rock your hips forward.

"You think you can take my fingers?" He wraps his free hand around your neck and tilts your head back to look at him.

You bob your head and he gives a smirk.

Slowly he pushes between your folds and slides his index finger inside of you. You squeeze your eyes shut at the feeling of his finger going in. A mixture of pain and pleasure rush over you. His index finger slides in and out slowly but his thumb finds its way down back to your clit. In a motion you fingers you and rubs circles on your clit.

"Look at that," he hums. "Such a good girl."

You moan loudly at the way he’s treating you and the words he speaks. You can feel the nerves bundling up and the pleasure becoming intense on you.

"Oh God," You whimper. "I’m going to cum." You moan out.

"It’s okay," He reassures. "I got you; cum for me."

With those words, it felt like an explosion hit you. Your body trembles as you reach your climax and you let out a loud moan. You bite your lip and collapse onto his shoulder once again. He pumps his finger slower inside of you until all that’s left is your body twitching.

You sit up and catch your breath. You two are both breathless and you can’t help but smile. Jack cracks a smile back at you.

He opens his mouth to say something, but nothing gets out as you both hear the sound of keys entering the front doors lock.

You jump off Jack’s lap and zip up your jeans. You quickly tuck your hair behind your ears and glance at Jack once more. You notice him adjust his dick in his scrubs before the door opens.

"Hi dad," You blurt out.

"Hey sweetie," Robby sets down the keys in the bowl by your door and he walks over and kisses your forehead. "Sorry I’m home so late."

"It’s fine," you say. "Dr. Abbot kept me company."

You turn your head and smile at Abbot.

The sliding doors of the Pitt opens in front of you. The semi-warm air of the hospital hits you, and that familiar smell. The smell of the sick, the dying, and whatever chaos is about to come within these hospital walls.

You adjust your tote bag on your shoulder, which contains your clothes to change into after work, a snack, Tylenol because everyone here gives you a headache, and in your other hand holds your waterbottle.

“Hey!” One of the morning shift doctors chimes at you.

“Oh, hi!” You blink in surprise at the woman who is now standing next to you.

“You must be the new nightshift med student,” She smiles. “I’m Mel.” She reaches out a hand for you to shake and you accept it.

You set your stuff down on the counter and smile over at Mel, “It’s nice to meet you.”

Her demeanor is so welcoming and kind. You guess it’s just the nightshift people who get cranky.

“I’ve heard some good things about you from Dr. Ellis,” which honestly shocked you.

Dr. Ellis never really seemed interested in your work ethics, but I guess she did pay some attention. You feel yourself smiling at the fact someone noticed. Your attending doesn’t seem to care much about what you do or how much hard work in.

“Mel, leave the med student alone.” Mel looks past your shoulder at the voice in which came from a man. A familiar man you know, you work with, and that you very much admire.

“Sorry Dr. Abbot,” she squeaks.

Your breath gets caught in your throat that name. That name sends your mind in a spiral, that name is what makes you want to take the whole bottle of Tylenol sometimes, that name belongs to your asshole attending.

She takes this as her sign to leave, so she runs off.

Leaving you two alone.

You turn on your heels and look at the grey haired man. He is a few inches taller than you, and today he’s wearing a grey long sleeve under his black scrubs. The night shift usually wears long sleeves because the temperatures drop more at night. Whereas you wear your pink scrubs, with just a white shirt under them. A star necklace you always wear is tucked safely under all the layers of clothes you have on.

“You ready for some work?” Abbot cocks his head at you.

“Always, sir,” you try to sound enthusiastic but it kind of comes off as a mumble.

Abbot gives you a flat look, “Don’t sound too excited now, kid.”

You can feel your hand closing into a fist by your side. You hate when he calls you that. You always feel belittled because he never calls any other students or his other residents ‘kid.’

Before you can even say anything the first patient rolls in. EMTs are by the patients side, a few of the nightshift doctors rush over; Abbot grabs your shoulder and guides you over to the patient in the bed.

“What are you we looking at?” Abbot asks and examines the patient with his eyes.

“Fourteen-year-old girl, gunshot wound to the right of her chest — her brothers found the dad’s gun.” The medic explains.

You feel your mind get caught in a whirlwind.

She’s just fourteen.

Is she going to make it?

Can I even handle this?

She looks so young, oh my God.

How could something like this happen?

“Hey, you either stay focused or you’re off this case.” Abbot snaps his fingers in your face making you flinch.

You nod and try to get your head into a more clear headspace.

The doctors wheel her into Trauma 1, and they set the bars down from her bed. Everyone is rushing around the room grabbing things, and you freeze up. Your eyes flick everywhere at the IV’s being started. The needles being poked in her.

“What do we do when we get a case like this first?” Abbot asks breaking you out of your thoughts.

“Uh,” You try your best to think.

“Damnit, kid, you open her air way. So, come over here and get her intubated.” You nod and rush over.

You glove up and one of the doctors hands you the tube laryngoscope and the endotracheal tube. Your hand shakes as you slide the laryngoscope in the patients mouth. Abbot comes around to watch it from behind you. You feel his chest press against your upper back as he gets closer. His mouth is near your ear and his eyes are angled down to look at your work.

“Easy,” He whispers. “Slowly.”

You take a deep breath and slowly slide the endotracheal tube down the trachea.

“Almost there,” His voice is low in your ear. You bite your lip on the inside as you try your best to focus.

“I’m in!” You say.

He squeezes your shoulder and gets back onto the bedside of the patient.

“Can someone get surgery down here?!” Abbot shouts in frustration.

The blood coming out of the girl was growing to become a lot. The doctors tried their best to keep the pressure down and secure as much blood, but every push made more blood squirt out.

Beeping begins to go off.

“Shit, she’s crashing. Someone get me another bag of saline, and for the love of God get a fucking surgeon down here.” Abbot begins to grow more frustrated than before.

“Fuck this,” He mutters.

Grabbing a scalpel he cuts an incision near the heart. Blood oozed out a lot more than before.

“Damnit,” He shouts. “She has a Cardiac Tamponade.” He looks at you.

“You know what that is, correct?” He asks you.

“Yes sir. It’s when there’s a sac of blood near the heart and it’s preventing the heart from pumping fresh blood,” You state the definition.

“Yeah, so what do we do in this situation?” He asks.

“You, uh, you have to drain the fluid and stabilize the patients blood pressure.” You explain.

Abbot flicks his head to the patient, “Okay, so get your ass over here and do it?”

“I don’t think—“

“Either you drain this fucking fluid or this little girl dies, kid. What are you going to pick?” He spits angrily at you.

Your eyes widen and you walk over to the little girl.

“Go slowly, find the sack, and make a small incision.” Abbot instructs you.

Abbot hands you the scalpel and you take it with hesitance. Your hand trembles and you try your best not to shake. You squeeze the scalpel tight in your gloved hand to stop the tremors. You stare down at the little girl and it starts again. Your mind goes crazy and your mind rushes with thoughts.

“What the hell are you waiting for?” Startled, you drop the scalpel onto the ground. It lands near both you and Abbots feet, merely causing an accident you guys wouldn’t have liked.

Abbot scoffs down at the scalpel in between your guy’s feet. “Get the fuck out of my room and give yourself a break.” He demands at you. “A new scalpel please and make it quick.” He turns to the other residents.

“What? No — I can do this—“

“Get out, now!” He shouts at you.

You flinch at him and everyone in the room looks at you. Some faces look as if they’re disappointed and others give you pity looks. You back up and quickly turn around and rush out of the trauma room.

Your breath is caught into your throat and you feel your face getting hot. The stinging in your eyes begins and you try your best to blink that away. You didn’t want anyone to walk by and see you crying. You didn’t want to look weak in a hospital. You’re a doctor — doctors aren’t supposed to be weak. They’re supposed to fix things and do their best. You’re angry at yourself because you couldn’t achieve that in front of your attending.

Finding the break room — which is empty, you walk over to the Keurig to make yourself warm tea. You grab a mug and set it under it. You stare at the mug for a second, and it finally hits you.

Your eyes begin to grow blurry, and you feel your face getting hot. You bite your bottom lip as the first set of tears begin to fall.

“You’re so stupid,” you mutter to yourself.

You try your best to blink away the tears but nothing seems to work. You wipe your eyes with the back of your hands in hopes that once you dry them away they’d stop falling.

After a few minutes of you standing by the counter and mixing your tea, you hear the door knob turn and the door creaks open. You quickly wipe your eyes and turn your head. You look at the person in the doorframe and see its Abbot. It made you want to cry more at the sight of the person who made you feel the way you do. You watch as he slowly shuts the door to not make a sound. You can hear the sound of him flipping the lock.

“Is she okay?” You sniffle.

You turn to face Abbot; who has a look in his face that you’ve never seen before. You take your tea and set it down on the side table by a blue loveseat in the break room. You sit down on the edge of the loveseat. You pick at the skin around your nails as you wait to hear what he has to say.

“She’s stable, luckily.” Abbot starts off.

He drags a hand down his chin and lets out a dragged sigh. He scratches the back of his neck for a second to gather up some words. He grabs a chair that’s by the table in front of you. He spins it around so he can sit in front of you. He walks in front of the chair, you look up at him as he starts to sit down.

“What happened today was reckless. We could’ve lost a patient today because of your hesitance.” He leans forward and rests his elbows on his knees.

His face is so close to yours but there’s still some distance between the two of you. You’ve talked to Abbot many times as your attending, and you’d never thought you two could get this close.

“I know—“

“Shh.” He shushes you quietly. “Let me finish.”

“As your attending, I want to overwork you. I want you to never make mistakes because this job is importantly, but you’re human. The way you froze up today won’t be the last time.” You nod at his words.

“If you experience a moment like that step out. Don’t waste another second standing there unsure. Especially in a life or death situation, got it?” His words come off more stern at the end.

You don’t know what to say. You’re trying your best not to break down again, and criticize yourself over the mistakes you made.

Abbot sighs at you. He gets up from the chair and sits down on cushion next to you. He looks closely at your face and sees the splotchy redness from your tears, and the way your eyes are softly puffed up. His hand lifts for a moment and hesitates before he places it down on your back. He rubs up and finds your shoulder and gives you a squeeze. Goosebumps prickle up your arms and your neck. You want to shiver under his touch and at the way his big hand traveled up your back, slowly.

“You okay?” He asks.

“Oh, now you want to ask that.” You scoff.

“Kid, I’m sorry—“

“Sir, I’m not a kid. Why do you always do that?” You angrily cut him off.

“Do what?” He questions. His eyebrows furrow at your outburst.

“You treat everyone else like they’re mature adults. When it comes to me you don’t do that; is it because im in my twenty’s or something?” You testify. You try to explain how you feel and everything comes out jumbled up with emotion.

“No, no, it's just...” he pauses.

He scrubbed a hand over his face, jaw tightening with frustration. For once, the words didn't come easily.

“It's not because you're in your twenties.”

“Then what is it?” you shoot back.

He looked away for a moment before meeting your eyes again.

“Because when it's you, I worry.”

You frown. “You don't worry about anyone else.”

"I know." He sounds frustrated.

The admission hangs between you two.

“I don't hover over the other residents. I don't stay up wondering if they got home safely after a thirty-hour shift. I don't notice when they haven't eaten all day, or whether they're exhausted, or pushing themselves too hard.”

His voice drops. Your eyes widen at his words.

“But I notice with you.” He softly speaks. His voice drops an octave and it comes off more raspy.

A lump forms in your throat at the confession.

“And I hate that I do,” he continues quietly. “Because you're not a child. You're capable, you're smart, and every day you prove you belong here. I know that.”

“Then why do you treat me differently?” You ask confused at what he’s trying to say.

A humorless laugh escaped him.

“Because every instinct I have tells me to take care of you.” His eyes soften when they find yours. “And I'm trying very hard not to.”

The room falls silent.

“Not because I think you're incapable,” he adds.“Because if I let myself, I don't think I'd know where to stop.”

Something between you two shifts. The tension in the air rises. The love sets feel as if it’s grown smaller. Your faces are inches apart. Your eyes are both wandering each others. Your eyes trail down to his lips, but you try to look away. You swallow at the feeling rising in you — this new feeling.

The break room is dim, all the blinds are shut, and all you can hear is Abbots frantic breathing and yours as well. Both of your breaths collide as they grow heavier. Your eyes flick between each others. You don’t know what to do or say.

Something this forbidden is always worth yearning for. It's the adrenaline of wanting it and knowing it's off limits. It's like how a kid can feel in a store, wanting something, but they're not allowed to have it. Not even allowed to glance at it.

But in this moment you want it. You want it so bad.

Your mouth inches towards his. You open it slightly wanting to kiss him, but you don’t — not yet. Your noses brush against each other ever so slightly. Your head leans down, just enough to get close to his neck. Your lips captures his neck, and your tongue flicks over his warm skin. You can hear him let out a shaky breath. You can feel the shudder escape his mouth and the way it rumbled out of his throat.

You slide your mouth over his neck, leaving soft kisses everywhere. You can feel his adam’s apple bob as he swallows. You can hear the sound of his spit when he swallows.

“We shouldn’t be doing this.” Abbots voice comes out husky and in a whisper.

“Why?” You playfully question. “You locked the door, didn’t you?”

No response.

Kiss. “You said you cared for me.” Kiss. “Wouldn’t you want this?” Kiss. “Show me how much you care.”

With one motion Abbot wraps an arm around your waist and pushes you down on the crammed loveseat. Your legs spread as Abbots body slide in between them. His knee is keep your leg from shutting. Your eyes look down at his knee and flick up to his. He hovers above you and his hand slides up to your neck.

“You’re a pretty bold girl, y’know that?” His hand stays on your neck and his thumb traces your jawline.

You scoot down so your cunt could press against his leg that was in between your legs. He notices your movement and gives you a lustful look. You bite your lip softly as your hips roll against his thigh. His head falls near your neck and you can everything on him. That strong but not overpowering musk he wears. You can even smell a hint of the shampoo he uses.

You can feel your panties sticking to your pussy as you grow more wet. You roll yourself against his thigh more, yearning for a sensation that is hard to reach because of your scrubs.

“Sir, please,” you beg.

His brown eyes flash you a look. His hand trails over your body from your neck, to your breast’s, to your stomach. His hand slides up your pink scrubs and your stomach rapidly falls up and down as you try to maintain your breaths. His hands are warm and his fingers thick. They slide across your stomach slowly. He rubs circles with his thumb and you swallow the lump in your throat.

You grab his hand from your stomach; it seems to catch him off guard. You take his hand to your mouth and hang out your tongue. You take his middle finger and ring finger inside of your mouth slowly. You make eye contact with him and with every suck, and every lick on his finger’s you never look away. Your tongue laps in between the fingers, you swirl it around on both, and you bob your head in a motion like you were sucking his cock.

His eyes are hooded as he watches you suck on his fingers. He slowly inserts them further making you gag softly. He smiles at the sight of your eyes watering from the gag. It makes you grind down on his thigh again trying to settle the pulsing down there.

“Look at you,” He tilts his head. “Taking my fingers like a good girl. I bet you’d like to take more than just my fingers, hm?”

You nod your head at his words.

He pulls his fingers from your mouth and a string of salvia connects your lips to his fingers. You watch as he spreads them apart and look as they’re lathered in your spit. He then sticks his own tongue out and slowly glides his tongue from the bottom of his fingers to the tip.

He leans closer to your ear, “You taste just as good as I imagined.”

You whimper at his words. The way his breath hits your ears makes your pussy throb.

“Sir, please touch me.” You beg with desperation.

“You want me to touch you?” He asks.

You nod your head eagerly while biting your lip.

“How bad do you want me to?” He asks.

“Badly, so badly,” you whine.

“Show me how you want me to touch you.” His demand catches you off guard.

But your mind is clouded with the thoughts of his hands roaming all over your body. The thought of his cock being inside of you; fucking you mindlessly.

Your hands travels down to the string of your pink scrubs. You slowly untie them and Abbot leans back to watch you. Your thumbs hook around the waist band of the fabric and you slowly tug them down — revealing the white lace thong you’re wearing.

You glance up at Abbot, whose eyes are taking in everything they’re seeing. He has a look of hunger in his eyes.

Your scrubs are to your ankles and your legs are closed for a moment. You slowly spread them open in front of him. His chest heaves as you take in your thong and the anticipation that you cunt was right under the thin fabric.

Your foot slides up his leg and he looks you in the eye. “Don’t look away from me, kay?” You order.

You take your much smaller fingers and place them into your mouth. You did as before, you sucked and fingered your own mouth in front of him. Just to get them wet enough to fuck yourself with them.

Your other hand slides down to your white thong. Slowly you slip it off, revealing your glistening cunt. You have never been this wet before and you loved how it felt. You take the fingers from your mouth and slowly slide them down to your clit. You give yourself a simple massage while still making eye contact with him.

“Fuck,” He grunts at the sight of you running your finger up and down your pussy.

You tease your hole a bit just to give him a show. You bite your lip and slowly insert one of your fingers. You gasp at the feeling and tilt your head back a bit but bring it right back to look at him. Just by the look in his face you know this is taking a toll on him, and you love it.

You moan as you begin to finger fuck yourself slowly. Each time you pull out and go back in you let out a soft moan and a whimper.

“You’re such a pretty mess,” Abbot encourages you. Your fingers slide in a little faster. “You like when I praise you?”

You bob your head and keep fingering yourself quicker.

“Is it cause I’m so hard on you at work?” He asks. “You like when I praise you for fingering yourself and pleasing me, hm?”

“Yes, yes…” You moan.

The sound of your wet pussy being fingered echos in the air.

“Oh, fuck,” You moan but bite back yourself from getting to loud.

Your legs are shaking from the pleasure racking through your body.

“Don’t cum.” Abbot orders. “I want to see you stretched and ready for my cock.”

You insert another finger just for him. You start off slow and then spread them apart. Abbot grunts at the sight of your stretched cunt.

“Fuck this,” You watch as he unties his black scrub pants. He drops them to just his knees and your eyes lock on the tent in his boxers.

You feel your mouth water with temptation, and want.

“Come here,” You pull out your fingers and sit up. You get closer to him and he pulls the hem of his boxers down. His cock springs up in front of you and your breath hitches at the sight of his thick and veiny cock in front of you.

“Spit on it.”

You look up at him and back down at his dick that’s already glistening with pre-cum. You lean down and make sure to look back up as a string of saliva escapes past your lip and glides down the tip of his cock.

He lets out a deep grunt at the feeling of your warm saliva hitting his tip and sliding down. He wraps his hand around his cock and glides his thumb over the tip. Making it all wet with your spit.

“Lay back down.” He commands.

Without hesitation you’re on your back and your legs are parted. His hips fit perfectly between your legs.

“You want this cock?” He hums. He slaps his tip on your clit gently. Making you twitch and flinch at the feeling.

“So bad,” You whimper out.

“I don’t have a condom—“

“I want to feel you, all of you.” You didn’t care if he came in you or on you, you just wanted to feel him inside.

“That’s my girl.” He praises and rubs his thumb on the inside of your thigh.

He takes his dick and rubs it all over your soaking cunt. Making his dick wet with your own juices. He rub his cock up and down briefly. He rubs his tip on your clit once more before sliding it down between your lips. You can feel him at the entrance of your hole, ready to slide into you. He slides his hand to your neck and tilts your chin to look at him.

“I want you to look at me when I fuck you.” Your hand wraps around his wrist and you look at him in the eyes.

His hips roll forward and you feel his length spreading you open as he enters inside of you. Your mouth hangs open as you gasp at the feeling of being stretched.

“Oh God,” you cry out.

“Shh.” He puts a hand over your mouth and you bite down on his palm. He winces at the feeling but gives you a sly smile over it.

He pushes in further making your eyes roll back slightly. You try your best to keep quiet by squeezing his wrist of that hand that covering your mouth.

“Your pussy is so warm,” Abbots voice is strained. His hand on your thigh drifts to your clit. He places his palm on your pubic bone giving him enough space to massage your clit back and forth with his thumb.

You gasp and moan at the sensation traveling through your body. Your mind grows fuzzy and your ears are practically ringing at the pleasure radiating through you.

“Fuck—“ you choke out, “I think i’m gonna,” you moan and your body shakes.

“You gonna cum for me?” He whimpers out, “Hm? All over this cock?”

“Yes, yes!”

Your body shakes and a wave of pleasure you’ve never felt before rushes over you. Your body trembles as you release your cum all over his cock. You get out as many moans as you can. Abbots thrusting goes faster and sloppier.

You cunt clenches around him tightly. You shudder a the way it makes you feel and you can tell it makes Abbot feel just as good.

“So tight for me.” He leans down and drags his tongue on the corner of your mouth before grabbing your neck and pulling you in for a kiss.

He continues to pound into you while his tongue explores your mouth. Your tongues fight against each other, and your chest heaves at the lack of oxygen you’re getting. You can feel your eyes roll at the amount of sensations you’re feeling. The overstimulation of his cock still pounding into you after you came, and the way his tongue makes you hot and sweaty.

He breaks away and grabs your hips — pulling you closer. “Such a good girl taking this cock.” He grunts into your ear.

It’s a matter of seconds before he pulls out, making you feel empty like you were before. You whine at the loss of the thickness that was once in you. Leaning closer Abbot strokes his cock fast. His head tilts back in pleasure as strings of cum spurt out of his cock; landing all over your stomach. He catches his breath as his dick twitches over you and he finally looks back down.

You both are breathless and looking at each other.

Taking you index finger your swipe some of his cum off your stomach. Looking at him in the eyes you bring your finger to your mouth and suck off the cum.

Smiling you say, “You taste just as good as I imagined.”