I flip on the light as Tim follows me in, then I shut and lock the door.
The snicking of the lock catches Tim’s attention and his eyebrows rise in surprise when I step into him close, raise a tiny bit on my toes, and give a tiny nip on his chin. “I really don’t have a lot of time, so let’s make the most of it.”
My hands work quickly at the button and zipper of his shorts and before he can even say a word, I have them pushed past his hips and his cock in my hand.
It swells quickly as I stroke him, and Tim curses. “Fuck, baby.”
“Yes, we will,” I tell him confidently. “But first… need to do this.”
Dropping to my knees, I pump him a few more times, loving how unbelievably hard he has become. Opening my mouth, I give him a tiny lick on the tip, and he jerks in my hands. I sneak a peek up at him. He’s looking down at me with such a feral look in his eyes, I almost doubt myself for a second.
That moment passes and I take him into my mouth deeply. And oh, man… he’s big. I mean, really big, and my jaw immediately protests, but I love the feel and taste of him against my tongue too much to give him up. This was also something we never attempted in the past, but it’s such an intimate act that I want to share it with him now.
Tim’s hands fist in my hair hard and his hips rock back and forth as I suck and lick at him. I look up at him again, and he’s staring down at me so intently that wetness floods in between my legs.
“Holly,” Tim mutters and holds tighter to my head. I notice his hips have stilled, but I naturally compensate with more bobbing action of my head.
“Holly… honey,” Tim groans. “Stop. You have to stop or I’m going to blow fast.”
I give a shake of my head and suck him in deeper, but in an instant, he’s gone from my mouth, having wrenched himself away from me. I look up at him in surprise, barely taking in the fact that his chest is heaving with exertion and his cock is standing up tall and wet from my saliva before he’s grabbing me under my armpits and pulling me off the floor.
Spinning me around roughly, he pushes me down chest first onto the desk. I can hear his breathing, which is harsh and grating, and his hands pull frantically at my scrub bottoms.
“Fuck, Holly… watching you take me in your mouth like that. Couldn’t handle it. So fucking turned on right now,” he pants as he tears my scrubs and underwear down my legs. His hand immediately comes up and he shoves two fingers in me. This feels oh so good because I am beyond turned on myself after feeling him in my mouth.
Tim steps up behind me, and then his fingers are replaced by him rubbing the end of his cock in between my wet folds while one hand pushes in between my shoulder blades so I lower even further down to the desk.
“Tell me now if I can’t fuck you bare,” he commands with a growl.
“You can,” I moan, implicitly trusting him.
Tim slams home… one vicious thrust of his hips, and his cock punches into me so hard, the desk scoots forward by several inches.
“Gonna be fast, baby,” Tim mutters, and then his hands are at my hips and he’s ramming in and out of me. His pelvis and legs slap against my own skin, the desk scrapes across the floor, and neither one of us can stop the moans and grunts being elicited from this wild and crazy fucking we are doing in the emergency room.
“Oh, God, Holly,” Tim groans. “You should see what I see from back here, baby. My cock tunneling into you. So fucking hot.”
I moan hard over his words and feel the first twinges of an orgasm starting to build. He fucks me even harder and when his hand reaches around, finds my clit, and pinches it, I erupt in a violent implosion of ecstasy, absolutely amazed at how well Tim can play my body.
“I’m going to come,” Tim moans. He mutters a long, drawn-out string of curses as he starts to do so, grinding himself against me to milk every bit of the pleasure.
Both of us are breathing hard. Tim leans over me, placing a soft kiss against the back of my head before he steps back and pulls out of my body. I feel wetness sliding down my legs, but then Tim reaches across the desk, grabs several tissues from a box, and cleans me up. He pulls my underwear and scrubs up before tucking himself back in, and then, best of all, he pulls me into his arms.
Resting my head against his chest, I listen to the steady thump of his heart, relishing his strength and security. I feel peaceful and fulfilled on so many levels that it’s hard to describe.
Pulling back slightly, Tim gives me a soft kiss on my lips. Smiling, he says, “Damn Holly… I truly only came by to see if you had time for a cup of coffee.”
I giggle and nuzzle back into this chest. “This was way better than a cup of coffee.”
“Fuck yeah it was,” he says as he squeezes me.
“It sucks being on duty today and tomorrow,” I mutter as one of his hands comes up to stroke my hair.
“I know,” he agrees softly. “I’m going to take Sam to the zoo tomorrow, but I was thinking… are you up for spending the day after with us? Maybe show us around New Orleans and then come over for dinner at my sister’s house?”
My arms involuntarily squeeze around his waist in answer. “I’d love to.”
“Good,” he says. “I want you to get to know Sam.”
Pulling back, I look at Tim in curiosity. “You do?”
“Of course I do,” he says like I just asked the most stupid thing in the world. “Holly… I’m not sure what you think is going on between us, but this isn’t just a vacation fuck. I might be going back to New York, but this isn’t finished between us. You know that, right?”