Heaving a big sigh, you push open the door to the on call room of the hospital that you work at. After a 9 hour shift, you have two hours to rest before working for another four hours. It's been a busy few days, and you've been doing surgery after surgery, hardly able to spend any time at home. And it's wearing on both you and your boyfriend, Dan. You've hardly seen each other, and it's been over two weeks since you've been able to have sex. You haven't experienced a dry spell like that since the two of you started dating three years ago.
The door swings shut behind you and you stand there for a moment, rubbing the back of your neck. "Hey," you hear a soft voice murmur in your ear.
"What the tits!" you screech, jumping and whirling around, only to be faced with Dan, laughing hysterically.
"Jesus, Dan, you scared the shit out of me. What are you doing here?"
He steps closer, wrapping his long arms around your waist. "I came to visit. One of the nurses told me you were going to go on a break soon and showed me where the on-call room is."
"Oh yeah?" you said, smiling up at him as he leans in and presses a gentle kiss to your lips.
"Yeah," he breathes, grinning. "I thought we could maybe have a little rendeavous here. It's nice and private, right?" He slips his hand beneath the hem of your shirt while his other hand plays with one of the belt loops on your trousers.
"Really? Here?" You pull back to look at him, eyes scanning his face to try to gauge how serious he's being.
He pouts, putting on his best version of puppy dog eyes. "It's been so long."
You stop hesitating, "Fuck it, you're right. I'll lock the door but we have to be fast before someone wants to come in here."
Dan smirks, already working on the zipper of his pants. "You got it babe. Leave your scrubs on, though, it kinda turns me on."
Chuckling, you nod. "Whatever gets you goin', baby."
"Take off your pants and get on all fours on the bed," he states, gesturing towards the cot in the corner of the room. He pushes his jeans and boxers down, revealing his cock, already hard for you.
You look at him quizzically, he isn't usually the one to give orders. He sighs, "Just do it. If we have to be fast I want to make sure you're nice and wet," he smirk slyly, watching you carefully as you do as you're told.
You close your eyes as you feel his breath on your pussy, and squeeze them tight when he gives it a deep kiss, running his tongue over your clit before beginning to fuck you with it. You bite your lip holding back a moan, but the pleasure is just too much to keep silent, so you tap his arm, making him stop. "If you keep doing that, the whole hospital is going to know what we're doing here. I'm plenty wet. Get on with it."
He chuckles, "Yes ma'am." He enters you slowly, but soon begins thrusting quickly, driven by both desire and the need to finish quickly. He reaches a hand beneath you, rubbing circles into your clit while he pounds into you.
"Shit," you whisper. "That feels so good when you're inside me." He doesn't respond, but picks up even more speed, slamming into you and biting back grunts.
"I'm cl-close," he mutters, one hand still massaging your clit while the other is gripping your thigh tightly, trying to hold back his orgasm.
"I know," you choke out, finding it difficult to speak. "Me too."
His thrusts become erratic as he reaches his peak, and you follow soon after. After a moment of recovery, you put your clothes back on, and lay down together on the cot. "You should come visit me at work more often," you say, snuggling against his chest.
