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Lucy: Meet me there in 10 minutes.
At this message, the blood rushes down to my cock, and I readjust myself quickly, glad that scrubs are baggy. Ten minutes pass like years before I hurriedly tell Alicia that I’m going to take a quick break, even though I recently had one. Before she has time to question my motives, I quickly leave.
Because my motives are very sexual in nature and not very work-related. I laugh to myself—so much for being a good role model.
The medical student call room is not in the ER, so I have to exit the ER, climb up a flight of stairs, and meander through a couple of hallways before I fumble with the code to get into the suite. As soon as I open the door, I see four rooms and a bathroom, and Lucy in the doorway of the rightmost room, beckoning with one crooked finger.
“God, Lucy,” I moan, my mouth already capturing hers. “I can’t think about anything except you.”
“Me too,” Lucy says. “I couldn’t wait to be back in your arms.”
“Thank God for call rooms so people like us can be sketchy.”
Lucy giggles. “I never thoughtGrey’s Anatomywas realistic, and yet, here we are.”
I growl at her, shut and lock the door behind us, and strip off her clothes as quickly as I can. She has on another goddamned adorable skirt, and it’s easy access. She shivers in my arm as I nuzzle her bare skin. “You taste so good,” I breathe against her lush lips.
Her hands are peeling off my scrubs and stroking me everywhere, and I need to be inside her immediately, as close as physically possible.
I halt abruptly. “Oh shit,” I say. “I don’t have a condom.”
“Have you been tested recently?” Lucy asks.
“Actually, yes. I’m clean, and I haven’t been with anyone else for over a year.” In fact, I got tested in June before I met Lucy. Maybe subconsciously I knew I was ready to move on.
“I got tested after I broke up with Weston,” Lucy says. “And I have an IUD. I don’t want to use a condom. I need to be closer to you.”
“Jesus, Lucy,” I mutter into her hair. “Are you sure?”
“Yes,” Lucy says, pulling away to look at me with her big brown eyes. “I’ve never had sex without a condom, and I want you to be the first man to fill me.”
“Fuck, Lucy,” I manage to say. After everything she’s been through, I know what a big deal this is. It would be a big deal for any woman, but for Lucy, it’s…everything.
“I want this more than anything in the world,” I say, my voice shaking, “but I want you to be completely sure. I never want you to regret—”
“Oh, shut up, Whitlock, and kiss me.” She takes matters into her own hands…literally…and pulls my head down for a smouldering kiss.
I’m trembling with excitement. “You’d be my first too.” The amount of trust she puts in me is precious—I hope I can prove to her that I’m worthy of it.
I lie her back gently on the bed, my cock as hard and dripping as it’s ever been, and nudge her folds. We both moan simultaneously from that sensation alone. I’ve never been skin to skin with anyone, and I’m so glad it’s Lucy. She makes sex feel brand new.
“I need you,” Lucy pleads. Because I can no longer hold onto my restraint, I slide in slowly. She gasps, and I’m holding my breath, feeling each bit of friction with no barriers between us. It feels so fucking amazing, and every inch is a mini-explosion to my nerves.She’s so hot and wet, and it takes everything in me not to climax early. I let out a deep breath when I’m all the way in, filling her to the max, and she wraps her legs around me, pushing me in even more, if that’s possible.
“Holy. Fuck,” I gasp. I’m incoherent, unable to clear my thoughts.
Lucy is…the center of everything that matters.
Having her wrapped around me in such an intimate way—it’s a gift.
We’re both struggling to stay quiet, so I silence Lucy’s beautiful mouth with a kiss. Drowning in each other, we moan into each other’s mouths as I slowly move in and out of that slick area that I cannot get enough of. I know, I just know, I’m going to climax harder than I ever have before. But I don’t want to get there without Lucy; I want her to go over the edge at the same time.
Reaching between our joined bodies, I gently flick Lucy’s clit with my thumb, rhythmically back and forth. Her whimpers against my lips spur me on, and I adjust my thrusts to rub against her G-spot. As she squirms against me, I can tell she’s feeling the buildup just as acutely as I am. Faster, faster.
“Harder,” Lucy whispers.
I oblige, pounding myself into her soft pliant flesh, harder and faster.
And then…a climax so explosive I let out a muffled yell against her neck.
