by Hamel, B. B.
I laugh a little bit. “Must’ve been nice, being so young and all.”
“You have no clue. Before that, I was completely broke and just struggling to get through the day. Then suddenly they’re throwing money at me and it’s like…” He laughs a little bit. “I bought a moped.”
“Seriously?”
“Sure, it’s out back. Rusted up and broken now, but it was awesome when I first got it. Used to speed around the neighborhood, fucking shit up.”
I laugh at that, trying to imagine a slightly younger version of Gavin riding a moped, but it’s hard to picture. He strikes me more as a motorcycle or classic muscle car kind of guy.
He sips his wine again and cocks his head. “So, I have to ask. How do you think it’s going for everyone so far?”
I swirl my glass, buying time before I answer. I don’t want this to become a thing where I talk about my fellow interns behind their backs with the teacher, but I can understand why he’d ask.
“I think it’s hard on everyone,” I say, trying to walk a fine line. “We’re all struggling, you know, trying to get used to it. And anyway, it’s early.”
“True,” he says, nodding. “I remember, it took me a month before I felt even slightly comfortable around the hospital.”
“Really?”
“Oh, yeah. But I didn’t have a good teacher like me.” He grins again and I can’t help but feel like I’m being drawn closer to him.
I don’t know what I’m doing here. Every time I think I’m going to move past that kiss, his tongue between my legs, I get pulled right back in. I know I should leave right now, that whatever’s happening is without a doubt the most dangerous thing in my life, but I can’t help myself.
Maybe it’s that cocky grin or those incredibly gorgeous eyes, but he’s pulling me closer and closer and I can’t help myself.
“What am I doing here?” I blurt out suddenly. As soon as the words are out of my mouth, I feel like a total moron.
But he doesn’t miss a beat. He puts his glass down and cocks his head slightly, that smirk crossing his lips.
“I’m not sure,” he says softly. “You’re the one that followed me home.”
“You invited me.”
“Do you always do what you’re told?” He comes closer to me and I back up, running into the counter. I put my hands back against it, fingers curling under the lip.
“No,” I say.
He stops right in front of me, his hand moving back toward my hair, grabbing it tight. “I think you do,” he says. “And in some situations, that’s a good thing.”
I bite my lip, looking up at him. “Which situations?”
He leans forward, lips close to my ear, his breath sending a shiver down my spine. “Want to find out?”
I hesitate a moment, not sure what I want, not sure if it really matters either way.
4
Gavin
She looks up at me with her pretty eyes wide and uncertain. But there’s a fire burning and I can feel it rising off her in waves.
She knows why she’s here. She knows why I brought her back to my home. I’ve never done this before, never brought an intern home before. Hell, I’ve never been involved with anyone at the hospital.
But she’s different and I think she knows it. Deep down she can feel what I want from her.
I don’t know what it is. Maybe I’m making the biggest mistake of my life. I can admit when I’m wrong and when I’ve fucked up, but standing here, so close to her, I can’t help myself.
I need it. I need a taste.
Fucking hell, I need a taste of this girl.
“You want to fuck me,” she whispers.
The words send a thrill through my body. I look at her for half a second longer before kissing her, hard and slow.
Her tongue and lips taste like honey as I press against her. My cock’s so hard I can barely fucking breathe but goddamn, she’s too inviting, too incredible.
She gasps as I grab her hair again, pulling it hard. I kiss her neck and taste her skin, letting it linger on my tongue. “Fuck, Melody,” I whisper in hear ear. “You’re goddamn right that’s why you’re here.”
She sucks in a breath as I bite her lower lip. I slip a hand down the front of her blue scrubs, sliding them between her legs. She’s wet already, warm and completely begging for me. I let out a loose growl, unable to help myself.
I feel like a fucking animal around her. There’s something about her lips, her eyes, her breasts, everything. It drives me fucking wild and all my years of controlling myself, of being the perfect fucking doctor that never, ever, ever makes mistakes, completely disappears. I let loose when I’m with her and goddamn, I don’t understand it.
But it fucking feels good. I can’t pretend like it doesn’t.
I kiss her again, growling as my fingers find her soaking slit. I roll them up her lips and tease her gently before pressing against her clit. She lets out this little gasp and I smirk against her mouth, moving back to kiss her neck and ear again.
“You know, I have years and years of training,” I whisper. “I think I know the body better than most people.”
“You think so, doctor?” she asks.
I chuckle at that. “You’re goddamn right.”
I tease her pussy, sliding my fingers inside before rolling them along her hard little bud. She groans into my kiss as I pull her tight, growling still in the back of my throat, unable to hold back.
Part of me wants to take her upstairs, throw her into bed, fuck her until she screams. But the truth is, we’re not making it up the steps.
I’m going to fuck her right here.
I tug her scrubs down and lift up her shirt. She gasps as I undress her, quickly and easily, my deft and skilled hands peeling back the layers of her clothing until she’s wearing only a pair of panties, dripping wet and practically useless.
I step back and take in her body, not pretending to look anywhere else. I drink in those breasts, full and perky, her pink nipples, her creamy skin. I take off my shirt slowly, letting her watch, and she’s biting her lip like she can barely control herself. I watch her breasts rise and fall with her fast, deep breathing.
When I’m done, I’m wearing only my boxer briefs. I press against her again and this time, her hand finds my hard cock, straining against my underwear.
“Have you been like this all day?” she asks me. “Hard like this?”
“Harder,” I grunt. “Been thinking about these breasts.” I palm them, teasing her nipples. “Been thinking about that pussy, those lips. Been thinking about the sounds you’ll make with my cock buried deep between your legs.”
“That’s not very professional,” she says, breathless.
“Good,” I grunt at her, kissing her again. I kiss her chest and nipples, teasing with my tongue as she pulls my boxer briefs down, taking my big cock in both her hands.
She takes a sharp breath, feeling my girth and length. She looks down at me and I smirk.
“Something wrong?” I ask.
“You’re just…”
“What? Big?”
“Yeah,” she says, almost giggling.
“Never seen a big cock before?”
“Not like this,” she admits.
“Good.” I tilt her chin up. “You’re in for a treat then.”
She groans as I slide my other hand down the front of her panties. She strokes my cock with both hands and I tease her pussy, spreading her open with my fingers then rolling them along her clit. I feel her shake and groan under my touch and I kiss her, full and slow and deep, drinking her in.
Fuck, her hands feel good, and I love that it takes both her palms just to grab my enormous cock. She’s a small girl, under five-foot-five, and I’m well over six feet. I’m massive compared to her and we both know I could crush her at any moment.
More like dominate her, really. I could take what I want, when I want it.
And fucking hell, I want it now.
I step back and grab her hi
ps. I turn her, spinning her around. She bends forward over the counter, palms flat, looking over her shoulder as I kneel behind her. I slowly slide her panties down, over that tight, perky ass.
She moans as I spread her ass open and lick her, back to front. I love her fucking taste, like goddamn honey on my tongue, and she moans loosely, her hair spilling all around her. The girl is fucking incredible and I’m so hard I can barely stand it, but I need a taste, and I need her practically on the edge of coming before I finally fuck her tight cunt.
I lick her faster, tonguing every inch. She moans and wiggles her hips for me and I growl in response. It feels so good, freeing myself like this, finally allowing myself a little bit of relief from the hours and hours of being the perfect fucking doctor. I can make mistakes now, I can be a fucking human, and she brings it all out of me.
I suck and lick her faster, spanking her ass nice and hard. She gasps and wiggles her hips, leaning forward, almost flat against the counter. I tease her with my fingers while I lick her perfect little ass, tasting her and teasing her and pushing her limits.
“Fuck, you’re a good girl, aren’t you?” I growl at her, standing up. I stroke my massive cock and stare at her gaping pussy, begging for me. “You’re a good little girl, letting me lick your tight ass like that, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” she whispers. “God, it’s dirty.”
“You’re fucking dirty.” I grab her hair, leaning over her. I press the tip of my cock against her tight, warm cunt, feeling her pulsing for me. “You’re a filthy girl, begging to get fucked by this doctor. That’s right, isn’t it? You need a doctor’s big, hard cock to feel good, don’t you?”
“Oh, god, yes,” she moans. “Fuck me, doctor. I need it. Sink yourself inside me.”
I growl and slowly press myself forward. She opens for me and my cock slowly fills her, driving deep between her legs, all the way up to the hilt.
She moans and throws her head back. I grunt my pleasure. She’s so fucking tight and warm, it’s driving me absolutely wild, but I know she needs a moment. I let her get used to my size as I rub her clit softly, gently, nice little circles. She wiggles her hips, panting a little bit.
“That’s right,” I whisper. “You can take it. Every single inch of this big, fat cock. You can take it all, you dirty fucking girl.”
“It feels so good,” she whispers. “Oh my god. I don’t know how you even fit.”
“Barely,” I say with a smile. “Fucking barely. You’re a tight, warm, dirty little girl, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” she moans.
I start to pump in and out, slowly, teasing her, getting her into the rhythm. I grab her hair hard, holding it tight, kissing her back. I spank her ass and thrust once, hard, making her gasp.
“Fuck,” I groan. “You’re like fucking heaven. I think I could fuck this pussy forever.”
“Show me,” she groans back.
I start to fuck her faster now. Pleasure rolls through me and I can see every muscle in her back tensing as her moans start to get louder, looser, more like she’s losing control.
Good. I want her to lose control. Fucking hell, I need her to.
I fuck her faster, spanking that perky ass. I want it to be red and bruised tomorrow during rounds. I want her to think of me all day long, cunt aching and wet still from my fat cock.
I grab her hair and pull her back. I feel her breasts, nipples between my fingers, and I kiss her, tongue against her tongue. I taste her and I fuck her and I tease her goddamn perfect breasts, dominating her, controlling her tight little body.
And she loves it, every second of it. She moans and whispers my name and keeps calling me doctor, over and over again. “Fuck me, doctor,” she moans. “Fuck me deep. Come on, doctor. Fuck me deeper.”
I give her every inch of my big cock and rip into her tight pussy. We’re sweating, writhing, fucking in the kitchen and I know I can’t take much more. I pull back and suddenly turn her around. I lift her up onto the counter, spread her legs side, and plunge myself into her again.
She leans back on her hands and I hold her perky ass. I fuck her, thrusting my cock into her cunt, watching her beautiful breasts bounce with every hard pound. I kiss her lips, her body against mine, and she rolls her head back. We’re sweating and fucking hell, I’m losing myself, losing myself completely in this incredible pussy.
I grab her hair and bite her lip and fuck her rough. She’s rolling her hips, grinding against me faster and faster. Her moans are loud and out of control, and I want her to scream, to fucking scream my name.
“Filthy fucking girl,” I growl. “You love this, don’t you? Love getting fucked by me, don’t you?”
“Yes, doctor,” she gasps. “I love your big cock. I love when you fill me up.”
I fuck her faster, faster. I can’t help myself, I know she’s close. I give her every inch and let her grind her clit up against me as we fuck and writhe. Her nipples taste good between my teeth and I rock deeper, thrusting like an animal.
Her body tenses and she gasps, arching her back. “Come for me,” I growl at her. “Go ahead, come on my big, fast cock. Come for your fucking doctor.”
“Oh, god, Gavin.” She tenses and I can see it, she’s riding that edge, that perfect edge. “Oh, god, fuck me. Fuck me, asshole.”
I keep thrusting, faster and faster, and she lets out a loud gasp. Her body tenses, tightening, and I can feel her coming, dripping to down the length of my shaft as I fuck her faster, fuck her through the orgasm.
She comes hard, her body flushing red. It’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen in my life, and I can’t help myself.
I thrust deep, hands on her hips, and I come. I fill her up, deep and hard, coming into her tight cunt. I groan as pleasure overwhelms me, fierce and incredible.
We finish together, gasping, panting, sweating. It’s unlike anything I’ve ever experienced before. It was like we were different people, and we were fucking like we had different bodies. I don’t think I can ever fully explain how good it felt to sink myself deep inside her incredibly tight pussy, and I’ll do anything to have that feeling again.
I kiss her lips softly, cock still buried between her legs. I don’t want to move and she’s not moving, either.
“So that’s why I’m here,” she finally says, a little smile on her lips.
“Exactly,” I say, grinning back.
I kiss her again. I don’t care if it’s a mistake.
It feels good. We let the moment linger between us for another minute before we finally get dressed.
“Well,” she says and I can practically smell her discomfort. “I guess I should go.”
I arch an eyebrow. “Really?”
She shrugs and doesn’t say anything, staring at the floor.
“Are you hungry?”
She perks up at that. “I could eat.”
“Come on. I know a place near here.”
“We don’t have to…”
“What?” I ask, stepping close to her. “I know I don’t have to do anything. But I want to.”
She nods, biting her lip.
I kiss her again. “Come on. You might as well.” I hesitate a second. “Things at work are going to get… difficult.”
She narrows her eyes. “What do you mean?”
“Well, the introductory period is over. We’re starting the real work soon.”
“That was the… easy part?”
I nod, smiling a little. “Unfortunately.”
“Oh.” I can see the uncertainty in her expression.
“Don’t worry, you’ll be fine.” I take her hand. “Come on. Let’s relax while we can, right?”
She nods, her expression troubled, but I don’t push it. I lead her out of the house and into the street.
I don’t know what it is about this girl, but she’s making me lose an important part of myself. When I’m around her, I make stupid mistakes.
And as a doctor, I can’t afford a single mistake, not ever.
Especially not with what’s coming.
The internship year isn’t easy for anyone, even with a shitty teacher. It’s extra difficult when I’m the one showing them the ropes.
I can’t go easy on her just because I want her. But at least I can warn her of what’s about to happen.
Tonight, I’m giving in to my desire. Maybe tomorrow I’ll do better, for both our sakes.
5
Melody
Gavin wasn’t joking about his little warning.
At the time, it sounded pretty ominous, and I’d be lying if I said that I wasn’t at least a little bit worried. One month later though, I wish I had really paid attention and prepared myself.
The next phase of the internship was a brutal knock-down, drag-out fight, and every single one of us interns was the loser. It beat the shit out of us, over and over again, and never blinked an eye.
We worked late-night shifts every night for a week. We were given impossible homework tasks. We were drilled, quizzed, and otherwise whipped over and over by Gavin, who was entirely unrelenting and without pity. If I weren’t so physically and mentally exhausted all the time, I might almost find it attractive.
We haven’t touched each other since that night. I think he knew this would happen. Looking back, I think he was trying to show me a nice time before plunging me into the fiery depths of hell.
My desire for him hasn’t gone away, but it’s more like buried under a mountain of exhaustion and stress. I can’t bring myself to find the energy to try and kiss him, and he’s not going out of his way to start things, either. I think he can see it in my eyes.
We’re all a bunch of walking zombies, me and my fellow interns. And I guess fucking a zombie isn’t exactly sexy. Can’t blame him there.
I wish I had more mental energy to devote to thinking about the problem of sleeping with Gavin, but I just don’t. Maybe that’s better, maybe I shouldn’t waste time thinking about it. Maybe we should just forget it ever happened and move on with our lives.