But it was his lips that were slowly making their way closer and closer to it, and that was just fine. As he got closer, his tongue licked at the base of her thigh. She was wet already. She knew he must taste her wetness. She could feel it practically steaming off of her.
She tried to push her body closer to his mouth, but couldn't get close enough because of the restraints. She let out a helpless moan.
It was enough to get his tongue to lick a thick, hard path along the crease where her inner thigh met her body. His face was so close. His cheek brushed against the edge of her smooth mound with each hard lick.
She could feel her face heating up. It reminded her to check the heart monitor. She was up to 78 beats per minute.
Beep. Beep. Beep.
And then he licked the same place on the other side. And then back, and then back. On the way across each time, he let the tip of his tongue touch her lips. And with each broad stroke, his tongue got closer and closer to them until her pussy was begging for his focus.
85 beats per minute. Beep. Beep. Beep.
When she couldn't stand waiting another second, his tongue slid inside her and licked slow and soft up the middle of her, splitting her lips until it reached her swelling clit. He gave it a little, gentle flick.
The heart monitor beep beeped a couple times. She was throwing some PVC's. Premature ventricular contractions. Those happen when... Fuuccccckkkk. His tongue licked hard and wet up her whole pussy. His mouth wrapped around her clit. He sucked on it. She was totally focused on that now. It felt so good, she couldn't think about nurse facts right now. But yeah, those can probably happen when that happens.
His tongue made big, slow, wet licks in big, slow, wet circles around her pussy lips, meeting her clit at the top of each circle. After a few licks, he would change direction for a few circles. At least that was what she was imagining he was doing. All she knew was she felt like her pussy was getting eaten like he was starving for her. Mr. July's strong hands held her already quivering legs open. He was going to lick her cum out of her over and over again.
120 beats per minute. Beep. Beep. BEEP BEEP BEEP. She turned her head to read the monitor while he licked orgasm after orgasm out of her pulsating pussy. The monitor was flashing "V-TACH". Ventricular tachycardia.
"You didn't lie," she moaned. “Am I okay?”
“Your heart rate is accelerated. It missed a few beats,” he said. “That’s why it registered as V-tach. You’re fine.”
The alarm had already stopped. She was fine.
She bit her lip and looked into his eyes, looking back up at her from between her legs. "Come here and give me that dick, Mr. July."
"Shut up," he said.
"Okay," she said.
He rose up and wiped her pussy juices from his mouth with his hand. He kept eye contact with her while he licked it off his fingers. Ruby was glad he liked it. She liked the way it tastes too. She always sucked her fingers clean afterward.
She lay helplessly bound to the ambulance bed while the paramedic pulled off his t-shirt, revealing his delicious body. As soon as she saw his muscular chest and abs and shoulders, she wanted to jump up and kiss him everywhere. She wanted to feel that body. She loved muscles. His were perfect. But she couldn't. She was all tied up. She whimpered.
He quickly unbuttoned his dark blue cargo pants, unzipped them, and pushed them to his ankles. He climbed up on the gurney, between Ruby's thighs and shoved his hard cock all the way inside her. She gasped. She didn't expect him to go right in. Guys usually tease her with it a little bit. But she was definitely wet enough, and ready enough. He slid in easily. She wanted it now. She was glad he didn't make her wait any longer.
His cock fucking pounded her. She hadn't been with a lot of guys who just fucking drilled into her. She usually begged for harder, but she didn't have to beg Mr. July. His cock slammed into her with every thrust like he wanted to break her in half. She grasped at the restraints around her wrists to try to brace herself to push back against his cock as he thrust into her.
The heart monitor was screaming. She wanted to scream too, but then someone might hear and catch them and make them stop. So she screamed internally, gasped, moaned, and squealed.
He unstrapped her ankles and pushed her feet up over his shoulders, raising her ass into the air a little, positioning her body so he could push down into her pussy, plunging his cock even deeper into her. His hard, heavy body fell on her with every thrust, driving his hard cock down into her with full force. She kept cumming and cumming. She had never come so hard in her life. She didn't want it to stop, but she didn't think she could take it much longer.
Just when she was about to give up, he pulled out of her and moved up to the head of the ambulance bed. His thrusts had driven her head almost off the edge. Now he grabbed her under her arms and pulled her up a little more, until her head was all the way off the edge. She knew exactly where this was going. She opened her mouth to prepare.
He pushed his cock into her mouth. She sucked it. She could taste her pussy on it. She could taste him on it too. They tasted good together. She couldn't move her head much so she licked hard and sucked hard. He pushed his dick down her throat. She'd never had a cock down her throat. It made her eyes water. It felt good, though, full and thick in her mouth and throat. She was worried that she would gag, but she didn't. Her mouth got wetter. Her throat expanded to take him in. He pumped gently into it until she finally felt the hot explosion of his cum straight down her throat. He pulled out. She sucked every drop from the head of his cock.
While her mouth was still caressing his shaft, a voice burst out of the walkie talkie hanging from the pants at his ankles.
"Dispatch to Unit 6, Unit 6. Requesting you, need you hot to the front of Tower Theater, for multiple gunshot wounds, may still be someone actively shooting. Officers already on scene. Respond on Tach 2."
He pulled up his pants and told the walkie talkie, "Dispatch 6, we're responding," while he undid the restraints on Ruby's wrists.
He grabbed a fresh set of scrubs from a drawer and gave them to her.
"Sorry about this," he said. "Ambulance life."
She took off the EKG wires, but left the stickers on for now. No time to remove them. She pulled on her new clothes as fast as she could. She was still trembling.
Someone pounded against the side of the ambulance. She heard a door open and close at the front of the ambulance.
Mr. July opened the back door and helped her get out. Before she could get away, he tossed her an ice pack. She caught it.
"You're probably gonna need this," he said with a wink before rushing to the passenger door of the ambulance and jumping in and riding off into the night.
He was right.
~~~
CHAPTER 4 – DOCTART
V anessa had been hooking up with Dr. Dean from the ER for almost three years now. She'd been the seasoned ER nurse when he joined the staff. She'd quickly become his right hand woman. When they worked as a team, they could clear out a packed waiting room in no time flat. They had kicked ass at more critical traumas and code blues than she could count.
It wasn't long until the adrenaline had led them into each other's arms. They had fucked in cars, in parks, in hotel rooms and on boats, but never, ever in the hospital. They both had more sense than that. They both had families they didn't want to lose and jobs they didn't want to lose.
She regretted it, sure. She wasn't a monster. But it kept happening. She rationalized by telling herself that if her husband still fulfilled her needs she wouldn't be tempted. She knew she would though. She was a bad girl when she met him. He married her because she was his bad girl. He wasn't interested in that side of her anymore. But other men were. And the only one she had ever given in to was Dr. Dean. He made her let her guard down. She felt like she could trust him.
But somehow, this young hardbody x-ray tech with the shaggy blonde hair had drawn her into his secret inner sanctum, a secluded cave in the heart of the hospita
l, and behind two locked doors, he'd laid her in an MRI table. She could feel the slight tug against the piercings in her nipples and clit as the metal in them was pulled gently toward the huge magnet in the imaging machine. He seemed to think that was safe. And if he was a bad enough boy to not give a shit if it was safe or not, well, that may be even more of a turn on. She was willing to roll with it for now.
She could feel Alex's lips on her neck. This room was cold. His mouth was hot. His breath was hot. She could feel Alex's hand slide up under her scrub top and across her belly. She could feel the warmth of his touch radiating heat throughout her body. She could feel the anticipation of how far he might try to take this radiating heat through her body.
She couldn't feel herself telling him to stop.
She didn't tell him to stop when his hand moved further up. She'd forgotten already that he's removed her bra before bringing her into this room, presumably because of the metal in the underwire. His hand cupped her breast and massaged it while his mouth hungrily kissed her neck.
She could tell he was particularly interested in her nipple piercing, because his fingers kept brushing across them more and more until he was full-on tugging her nipple through her bra. She could feel it getting hard in his fingers. She both loved and hated how erect her hard nipples could get. She'd found that some men were really turned on by them, and no one had ever complained, but she knew they were bigger than other girls'. She always felt a little insecure about them. She had a feeling Alex was going to like them and was looking forward to finding out.
She knew she shouldn't. She knew it could complicate things. But when he had pulled her onto his lap earlier, she felt something through his pants that she was also looking forward to finding out about. Not in the hospital though. Never in the hospital.
She didn't tell him to stop when he pulled her shirt off and climbed on top of her, his mouth devouring her neck. Her shoulders before moving down her chest. Her big pokey nipples were standing at full attention, each with a bar through the middle of them, with apparently just enough metal to get the attention of the MRI's magnet without causing disaster.
They had Alex's attention. He wasted no time, taking her nipples into his mouth and licking and sucking in a way that told Vanessa that he definitely liked them. Her tits themselves were on the big side, and there was no way he could fit the whole thing in his mouth, but fuck if he wasn't trying.
When his tongue flicked her nipples, she could feel the pleasure of it between her thighs. When he sucked on them, she could feel that there too. Her clit was begging to receive the same treatment. That's not sex, she thought, and besides, the door is locked. No one would know.
Maybe that would be okay.
But no sex.
~~~
In the operating room, a surgery was underway, and Olivia was scrubbed in and assisting Dr. Shane Svenssen. The tall, taut Shane Svenssen was some kind of Scandinavian, like Thor, but with short blond hair. Outside of the OR, he dressed like a trendy GQ model, scarf and all, but in the OR right now, he was dressed the same as everyone else in the room.
Olivia and Kendra were the nurses working the case, and Natalie was sitting behind a sheet at the patient's head, monitoring anesthesia. They were all wearing sterile gowns, masks and hats, big blue ghosts floating around the center of the OR suite. You couldn't see anything but their eyes through.
They were close to closing up, and there was another case coming in from the ER after this one. Olivia wasn't looking forward to being in surgery all night, but there are worse places to be than beside Shane's side. He was fun to flirt with. Like most doctors, he had a huge ego, and stroking it turned him into a big puppet a girl could take full control of.
Shane's cell phone rang. That usually meant that ER had another emergency surgery, or at least suspected one. Since the surgeon had the sutures under control, Olivia pulled off a glove and went for the chart stand by the door where he kept his phone. She was a couple steps away before she realized the ringing was coming from Shane's pocket. She still had to answer it though.
Olivia snaked a hand through where his gown closed in the back and into his back pocket, the only pocket hospital issue surgery scrubs had, but her hand found nothing but hard, muscular, round ass muscle. Olivia remembered that Shane didn't wear the hospital's scrubs. He was too high society for that.
Olivia's eyes met Kendra's. They shared a private grin about how long Olivia's hand stayed on the doctor's ass while the phone continued ringing. She slid her hand out of that pocket and into his front pocket, where she grabbed the phone. He hand brushed against the pipe hanging between his legs too.
She never broke eye contact with Kendra. Kendra's face asked the obvious question and Olivia nodded in smirking affirmation.
Dr. Shane Svenssen was packing Thor's hammer down there.
The call was ER, of course, but it wasn't to let the OR skeleton crew know they had yet another case coming. The opposite. The one they were expecting to do right after this one was being flown out to a bigger hospital in the city. Olivia hung up and slid the phone back into Shane's pocket. She lingered longer this time, and ran her hand up and down the full length of his shaft. If it was this big soft, how big would it be hard? She was already imagining lowering her body down onto it slowly, feeling every inch of it fill her inside. She suddenly remembered the moment she had with Kendra and looked up to catch her biting her lip. Kendra was enjoying this.
Olivia liked where this was going.
"Looks like we're going to have a little free time after this case," the doctor said.
"Yes," Olivia said. "Looks like we are."
"Party at my place?" Kendra said.
Shane hadn't been aware that Kendra was paying attention to what was going on. He looked at Kendra and then at Olivia. Without saying a word, his expression asked is this what's happening?
Olivia smiled. Without saying a word, her face said fuck yes it is.
Behind the wall of sterile sheets at the foot of the bed, Natalie the anesthetist had no idea any of this was going on.
~~~
Alex the x-ray tech pulled Vanessa to the end of the MRI table until her legs dangled off the end. He pulled her pants down to her ankles.
There was a lotion bottle on a supply table. He pumped it slowly above her thighs, letting a thick, stream of white cream trace a wavy line along her legs, contrasting beautifully against her tan skin. She imagined he was tan under his scrubs. He looked like a surfer. He probably really did surf. She didn't know much about surfers, but she thought they wore body suits. She wondered if that would keep his body white, or if he found other occasions to be naked outside. Not totally naked, probably. Now she wondered where his tan lines would stop. Is his ass white? Would she ever see it?
Her wondering mind was brought back to the moment when both of his hands pushed hard and slow up her thighs at the same time, massaging the lotion into her, slow and deep.
Just when she was thinking about how this treatment would also feel good on the back of her legs, he picked her up and rolled her over onto her belly. She grabbed a pillow from the head of the MRI table and settled in. Her knees straddled the sides of the table. She felt vulnerable in that position, her ass slightly elevated, presented to him.
He squirted more lotion on her, this time on the backs of her thighs. This time it felt colder when it hit her skin. She tensed up briefly before his strong hands caressed her to relaxation again. He slowly worked muscles that she wasn't even aware needed worked. It just felt nice to be touched.
He touched her ass too, massaging lotion into her, squeezing it, rubbing it, slowly massaging it down and out, up and out, opening her up, opening her up.
Opening her up.
His thumbs worked her inner thighs, along the edge of her underwear, but not under them. She wanted him under them. Badly.
But she could not do that here. No.
She closed up. He pushed her legs back open. She moaned, arching her back to present he
rself to him again.
"I am not going to have sex in the hospital," she said again. At least she thought she was saying it again. She had said it so many times in her head that she didn't remember whether she had actually said it aloud. Just to make sure, she said it again. "I am not going to have sex in the hospital."
"Are you telling me?" he asked. "Or yourself?"
"Does it matter?" she asked.
He answered by burying his face in the damp area of her underwear.
Vanessa gasped. She'd flirted with Alex for months, but she hadn't expected it to lead to this. His tongue was massaging circles through the slick cotton that hugged her little mound.
She hadn't shaved for the past few days. It was a little stubbly. She didn't usually worry about it too much. Her husband hadn't touched her since their youngest son was born three years ago. Dr. Dean didn't mind when she was stubbly. He was scruffy himself. Sometimes he'd come in to work still greasy from working on his motorcycle. Vanessa didn't mind it a little dirty.
Alex didn't seem to mind either. He could surely feel the prickles through her underwear. He wasn't slowing down.
Nothing would bring Vanessa to climax faster than rubbing her clit. His tongue was definitely doing that. Circles around her lips, circles around her clit, circles around her piercing.
Circles, circles, circles.
She whimpered. She moaned.
The magnet in the MRI was still pulling on the piercing in a gentle, barely perceivable way, but she could feel the metal bar rising up and the cycle of his tongue pushing it back down, in a rhythm that felt like a beating pulse in her swollen little button.
Around.
And around.
And around.
She clutched at the pillow. She clutched at the side of the MRI table. Her legs tightened around the end of it, her whole body tensing, trying to keep control but knowing all of her control was about to release in his mouth. If he kept it up much longer, she might scream.
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