Trey and Rachel - A Short story

It was quiet, Sunday nights usually were, most people didn’t visit their loved ones now and most people also didn’t fancy coming into hospital on a Sunday. It was just me and Trish on duty, and she had gone to lunch, so I sat at the nurses station, staring into thin air as each one of my patients slept. A noise caught my attention behind me, and I tried to fight down a chuckle as Dr Malcolm approached, his hands in his dark blue scrub pockets, his deep hazel eyes were like chocolate, and they suited his light brown skin and short black hair. He leaned against the nurses station, a cheeky smile on his face.

“Good evening nurse,” he said softly, his dark voice making my hair stand on end. Dr Malcolm was beautiful, all the other nurses knew it, the patients knew it and he fucking knew it. Rumours were rife that he loved a flirt but never went any further than that. We had a particularly different relationship. In a work environment I hated his guts, he was pushy, bossy and never even listened to what a nurse had to say. When we weren’t discussing a patient however, our sexual tension was through the roof. To the point I never wanted to be alone with him, and I had avoided it for some time, now I clearly was unable to.

“Dr Malcolm,” I smiled gently. We were around the same age, early thirties and my dirty blonde hair was a contrast to him, it high in a bun on the top of my head.

“You called for me?” He tipped his head to the side. I didn’t and he knew that and it was a shameless attempt to talk to me.

“Nope,” I shook my head, my heart smashing against my chest as he came around the nurses station, his aftershave hitting the back of my nose. He was tall, way taller than my mere five foot four and I looked up at him, hoping he couldn’t see my sweat.

“Are you sure? I saw Trish going into the break room and I assumed you needed me,” he said, cocky as always.

“Why would I need you?” I scoffed, waking up my computer with my mouse. I turned my back to him, making myself busy on the computer even though I was all caught up on my workload.

“Maybe because we never seem to be alone Rachel, have you noticed that?” He asked, his hand suddenly going to the back of my neck. The touch made me shudder, my breathing quickening but I didn’t turn around, instead I ignored his words and his touch. “Have you been avoiding me Rachel?” He spoke again and the way my name rolled off his tongue made my pussy wet, soaking even and I cleared my throat, listening to him chuckle. “So you have been avoiding me,” he said firmer and I turned around, his hand coming off me.

“Why would I avoid you? Other than you’re an ignorant arse,” I rolled my eyes.

“A sexy one though right?” He wiggled his eyebrow at me and I groaned, turning back around.

“Doctor I have shit to do, so if you wouldn’t mind,” I said quickly, slapping my arms down by my sides as Dr Malcolm pulled my chair backwards, spinning it around to face him.

“Okay, I will leave you alone,” he smiled, walking backwards out of the nurses station.

“Thank you,” I lied, regret hitting me like a ton of bricks. It killed me knowing my face said it all and he came forward, dropping his head by my ear.

“Look at this opportunity Rachel,” he breathed out, the warmth of his breath hitting the side of my face. “Me and you, a quiet sleepy Sunday night with not a soul around,” he laughed and I put my hand on his chest in an attempt to push him away, but he grabbed my wrist hard, his other hand grabbing the back of my head. As I looked up at him I could hardly breathe, my temperature was near boiling point and the tension between us was electric, to the point that I let him kick my legs apart, his hand moving from the back of my head to my thigh, slowly moving closer to my pussy.

“Doctor,” I whispered, our eyes locked.

“What room is empty?” He asked me, his other hand now on my other thigh.

“Room six doesn’t have a patient but-” I stopped, half standing as Dr Malcolm walked away from me, away from the nurses station and down the dark corridor, towards room six.

“Rachel, come on!” He shouted behind him and I looked over at my patient board, the clock above. Trish wasn’t going to be back for a while and if a patient pressed their alarm I would still hear it. It was unlikely they would, seeing as it was two in the morning.

“Fuck it,” I mumbled to myself, walking towards room six. As I opened the door Doctor Malcolm stood from the bed, locking the door behind him. “Erm Doctor, I’m-”

“Rachel call me by my actual name come on,” he groaned, grabbing the waist band of my light blue scrubs, pulling me closer to him.

“Trey, are you sure,” I trailed off, being pulled in between his legs, keeping my hands by my sides. He smiled at me, wrapping one of his arms around the top of my arse, our bodies were so close I could feel his rock hard dick pushed against my thigh.

“Boring night shift, two people that clearly want to fuck each other and an empty room?” Trey shrugged, moving his head closer to me.

“How do you know I want to fuck you?” I had to ask him, my hand finally going to his chest. He was broad, it hard against my hand and I took a deep breath in, his face inches from mine.

“You’ve wanted to fuck me the moment you met me,” he said firmly, like I was a fucking idiot.

“You are so arrogant,” I groaned, attempting to walk backwards but Trey grabbed my scrub top, pulling me towards him roughly and before I could say anything, a peep, a protest, his mouth was on mine and my eyes closed instantly. The feeling was like waiting for a firework to explode, anticipation made the kiss so much more urgent, our tongues together. I could hardly breathe as Trey’s hands went up my top, undoing my bra with ease and pushing his palms against my bare nipples. I needed to get more of him, and I pulled him closer to me by the back of his head, panting as our lips came apart. He gave me a cheeky smile, and I put my hand on my chest, trying to have a practical thought in my head. Any would do right now.

“Bend over,” he said firmly and I squealed as he spun me around, pushing my head onto the bed and forcing me to bend over the edge, my hands grabbing the thin hospital sheet.

“I don’t think I’m wet,” I mumbled into the bed and Trey pulled down my trousers and knickers, slapping my arse suddenly. “Ow,” I groaned.

“You are definitely fucking wet Rachel,” he laughed and I threw my head upwards as he pushed his dick into me, grabbing the top of my waist hard. “Rachel your pussy is so warm,” Trey moaned, slamming into me hard, keeping still for a moment as I let out a tiny scream, my eyes slamming shut and my jaw tight as he pulsed inside of me. “Shush,” he laughed, putting his hand over my mouth. Losing the ability to make any noise made it even sexier and my eyes opened as Trey pulled back, ever so slowly filling me up again, his other hand on my shoulder. His flow was like a wave, building up from slow and deep to faster and rougher. I put my head lower, my hands gripping the other side of the bed and Trey’s hand moved off my mouth.

“Don’t fucking make a noise okay?” He growled at me and it made my clit vibrate, a smirk on my face.

“Or what?” I replied.

“Rachel, we don’t have the time for this, but I love that shit,” he breathed out, his pace getting faster, our bodies slapping together.

“Are you going to punish me?” I giggled and Trey grabbed my throat, pulling my head up and my back suddenly burning.

“Shut the fuck up before I make you choke on my dick,” he whispered in my ear, letting go of my throat and pushing my head down, his hand staying against my face. My clit felt like it was about to explode, every hair on my body standing on end, my thighs burning. I was cumming and not only was I cumming hard, but I also had to be silent. My knuckles turned white as I grabbed the bed, my legs suddenly feeling like jelly. “Cum for me Rachel,” Trey groaned and I grabbed his wrist as his hand was still on my face, my orgasm slowly coming to a sweet end. Trey got rougher, his dick smashing inside of me with ease, my hips hurting against the bed. “I’m cuming,” he said urgently and I gasped as he pulled out of me, the warm liquid hitting my lower back, slowly dripping down my arse. “Let me clean you up,” Trey chuckled and I kept still as he wiped my back and arse, laughing lightly.

“I’m glad you find it funny,” I complained, pulling up my trousers, turning to face him.

“I really do, thanks I needed that,” he smiled, kissing my temple. Before I could say anything he unlocked the door, strolling out into the dark corridor.