"Oh?" I ask. "Do tell."
16
Adam
I can't believe she's here. The past two days I've barely had a chance to breathe, and every time I run into Dr. Pratt, he smiles at me like an idiot and I sink a little lower. I've wanted to talk to Ollie, to hold her, anything, but I've barely been able to eat. The fact that she brought me food without even asking, it makes my chest ache. This is what I've been missing.
Sasha has never done anything like this in our entire time being "together." If she really cared, you might think that she would show it. Or at least pretend. And that's why we're not together. And why Ollie is sitting across from me with that coy little smile on her face. I like the way her hair is falling into her eyes and the way the buttons on her shirt are a little too tight. I shift in my chair because I'm getting hard and I can't actually take her on top of a table in the cafeteria even if I desperately want to.
Her eyes are sparkling with mischief, and suddenly I'm not hungry for more food. I glance on my watch. I still have a little time. "I could show you, if you wanted."
She clears away what little is left of the food into the nearest trashcan and I take her back upstairs and to one of the on-call rooms. I glance both ways just to make sure that Dr. Pratt isn't around before we slip inside and I lock the door.
"I swore this only happened on TV," she says.
"You'd be surprised at the amount of drama from those shows that's pretty close to reality," I say, loving the way her face lights up like she's just won a prize.
"I like you in scrubs," she says, voice suddenly low and intense. And I'm frozen in place because Ollie's on her knees and has my pants down and her mouth on me before I can blink. I sink back against the door, overwhelmed by the heat of her mouth oh my cock. "Shit, Ollie."
She hums, and god, the way that feels makes me want to lose it. But I'm not going to. Not yet.
She teases me with her tongue, swirling around the tip of my cock and licking downward and back up. I can't breathe because damn it feels good.
My whole body is tense. Just the fact that Ollie is here and willing to do this is enough to make me come, and the only way I'm going to last is gritting my teeth and hanging on as long as I can.
Ollie rises up on her knees, and dives down onto my cock. The sound that comes from my throat is barely human, but I can't help it. I'm sheathed in soft, perfect heat, and she's sucking me like it's the one thing she was made to do. I hit her throat and I clench my jaw. I'm not small, and she has almost all of me inside. Holy fuck.
I look down and see her lips wrapped around me, and my cock jerks. It's one of the hottest things I've ever seen. Then she looks up, and Ollie’s green eyes on mine, mouth stretched on my cock. Oh my god.
She sucks back up my shaft and dives down again and I can't hold on. "Ollie," I manage, just a second before pleasure shoots from my balls into my cock and up into my spine. Waves of warmth and pleasure rocket through me, so intense I lose my vision. And through it I can still feel Ollie sucking.
"Jesus, Ollie," I say, bracing myself on the door. She grins at me, giving my cock a saucy lick before I pull her off her knees and onto the bed. "Food and you," I say. "This really was the best surprise I could have asked for."
She giggles and the happiness in that sound gets under my skin, and for a second I don't feel like everything is hopeless. Like maybe we can actually have this.
I undo the buttons on her shirt one at a time, kissing every inch of skin that I reveal. I like the way I can hear her little gasps as I kiss her, like every touch is a shock.
The bra she's wearing is simple and black, and that's just as sexy as wearing lingerie because I know this was spur of the moment for her. She decided to come see me and she came as she was, she didn't think she needed to dress up or do anything different, and I love that.
Ollie moans softly as I play with her breasts. I've never known a woman who gets so turned on by this and it makes me hard again. I've never done this in an on-call room before, though I know plenty of others who have.
Dipping down, I trace her belly button with my tongue, and my hand is on the zipper of her pants when there's a knock on the door, and the handle rattles. "Dr. Carlisle?"
It's Darcy, the nurse on duty. Shit. "Yes?"
"You're needed in the PICU."
"I'll be right there." I rest my head on Ollie's stomach. "I'm sorry, I have to go."
She sits up, quickly buttoning her shirt, and there's a blush on her face. She's embarrassed. "It's okay."
I tilt her face up to mine and kiss her, deep as I can for the moment I can spare. "I owe you several orgasms and one amazing Italian dinner."
"Yes, you do," she says, grinning.
"I'll text you tonight, okay?"
"Okay."
I press my lips to hers one final time before adjusting my clothes and jogging out of the room. A PICU call is one that I can't ignore. I didn't hear them page me on the overhead and they didn't actually page me—probably because Darcy already knew where I was. I'm hoping it’s something that I can help, and that I'm not too late.
Thankfully the call wasn't an emergency, even though all PICU calls are treated that way as a matter of course. One of our kids had thrown up. He's already too small and the vomit could be a sign of something worse, but I think it's just an upset stomach. None of his other vitals are in bad shape. I'm doing tests just to be safe.
I told the parents and now I'm heading to the locker room to get my phone. I'm keeping my word that I'm going to text Ollie tonight. Who knows, maybe I can convince her to send me some pictures. I wasn't finished with her, and that unfinished business is now rising in my pants.
"Adam!"
A chill goes down my spine, and I turn to find Sasha and her father walking down the hallway toward me. She waves enthusiastically. I wait for them to catch up to me. "Hello," I say, letting her kiss my cheek. It's the one thing I'll let her do.
Dr. Pratt's hand lands on my shoulder. "Sasha came by to say hello and tell me that your first sonogram is next week."
I look at Sasha. "I didn't know that."
"Yep!" she says. "All scheduled."
"I'll let you two have a moment alone," Dr. Pratt says. "Adam, meet me for rounds when you're finished."
"Yes, sir."
I wait until he's around the corner before I turn on Sasha. "A sonogram? How exactly are you going to explain to the technician that you are completely not with child?"
She waves a hand. "It will be fine. I'll have a tragic miscarriage before then."
"Do you know anything about pregnancy or did you just read the cover of a magazine? You're barely at the stage where you can tell you’re pregnant. How exactly are you going to pull off knowing that you had a miscarriage? Not to mention the fact that you're treating something very painful for a lot of people like it doesn't mean anything."
She looks at me, and her eyes narrow. "The only thing that means anything is that you and I are together, and we're going to stay that way. I know you don't see it that way, but trust me, it's for your own good. You may not see it now, but you will."