Katy’s breath hitched as Dr. Wu’s expert fingers slipped under her scrubs, tracing the curve of her breast. The supply closet was cramped, the air thick with desire and the antiseptic scent.
“We shouldn’t,” she whispered, even as she arched into his touch.
Wu’s response was to capture her lips in a searing kiss, his tongue demanding entry. Katy melted against him, her body betraying her words. His hand snaked lower, deftly unfastening her pants.
“Fuck,” Katy gasped as Wu’s fingers found her slick heat. He worked her with practiced skill, thumb circling her clit as two fingers pumped inside her.
Wu growled low in his throat. “So wet for me. Always so ready.”
Katy’s hips bucked against his hand, chasing her release. “Please,” she whimpered. “I need you inside me.”
In one fluid motion, Wu spun her around, bending over a stack of supply boxes. Katy heard the telltale sound of a zipper, then felt the blunt head of his cock pressing against her entrance.
Wu entered her in one hard thrust, both of them groaning at the exquisite sensation. He set a punishing pace, his hips slapping against her ass with each deep stroke.
“Take it,” Wu grunted, one hand tangling in her hair while the other gripped her hip. “Take my cock like the dirty little slut you are.”
Katy’s pussy clenched at his words, waves of pleasure washing over her. “Harder,” she demanded. “Fuck me harder.”
Wu obliged, pounding into her with bruising force. The boxes beneath them creaked in protest, but neither cared about discovery. At that moment, nothing existed beyond the point where their bodies joined.
As Katy’s orgasm approached, unbidden thoughts of Marcus flashed through her mind. Sweet, trusting Marcus, who had no idea his mentor was currently balls-deep in his girlfriend. The guilt only heightened her arousal, pushing her closer to the edge.
“I’m close,” Katy panted. “Don’t stop, don’t fucking stop!”
Wu’s fingers found her clit, rubbing furious circles. “Come for me,” he commanded. “Come on, my cock.”
Katy’s climax hit her like a tidal wave, her inner walls clamping down on Wu’s length as pleasure exploded through her body. She bit down on her arm to muffle her scream.
Wu followed moments later, burying himself to the hilt as he spilled inside her with a guttural groan. They stayed locked together, panting, as reality slowly seeped back in.
As they straightened their clothes, Katy caught sight of herself in a small mirror on the wall. Her cheeks were flushed, her hair a mess, and her lips swollen from Wu’s kisses. She looked thoroughly fucked – and thoroughly guilty.
Wu pressed a final, possessive kiss to her neck. “See you in the OR, Nurse Thompson,” he murmured, slipping out of the closet.
Katy took a moment to compose herself before following. As she entered the bustling hospital corridor, she spotted Marcus chatting with a colleague down the hall. He looked up, catching her eye, and smiled hesitantly.
Katy’s answering smile felt brittle, fake. The evidence of her betrayal was leaking down her thighs, hidden beneath her scrubs but impossible to ignore. How long, she wondered, before the truth came to light?
But as Marcus already knew, Katy lied, and Dr Wu was just a shadow of the man he once knew.
Katy’s smile faltered as Marcus approached, his eyes betraying a mix of hurt and anger. She felt Dr. Wu’s cum cooling on her thighs, a visceral reminder of her betrayal. Marcus’s gaze bore into her, seeing through the facade she’d carefully constructed.
Without a word, he gripped her arm, pulling her into an empty exam room. The door clicked shut, sealing them in tense silence. Katy’s heart raced, anticipating the confrontation to come.
But Marcus surprised her. Instead of accusations, he crushed his lips against hers in a bruising kiss. His hands roamed her body roughly, possessively. Katy gasped, torn between guilt and arousal.
“You’re mine,” Marcus growled, shoving her against the exam table. He hiked up her scrubs, exposing her ass, still red from Wu’s punishing thrusts. “Say it.”
“I’m yours,” Katy whimpered, even as her body responded to his touch.
Marcus unzipped his pants, freeing his rock-hard cock. Without preamble, he slammed into her, burying himself to the hilt. Katy cried out, the sensation of being filled again so soon both painful and exquisite.
As Marcus fucked her with savage intensity, Katy’s mind reeled. He knew. He had to know. Yet here he was, reclaiming what he saw as his territory. The psychological whiplash only heightened her arousal.
“You like being used, don’t you?” Marcus hissed in her ear, his hips snapping against her ass. “Passed between men like a fucking toy.”
Katy moaned in response, shame, and pleasure intertwining until she couldn’t tell them apart. Her pussy clenched around Marcus’s length, already on the edge of another orgasm.
Katy caught their reflection in a nearby mirror in the harsh fluorescent light. Marcus’s face was contorted with a mix of lust and anguish. Her expression was one of wanton abandon, all pretense stripped away.
As they rutted like animals, Katy realized the game had changed. The lies, the deceit – it was all laid bare. Yet somehow, the truth had only intensified the fucked-up dynamic between them.
Marcus’s thrusts became erratic as he neared his climax. With a guttural roar, he buried himself deep, flooding Katy’s already cum-filled pussy with his seed. The sensation pushed Katy over the edge, her orgasm crashing through her like a tidal wave.
They stayed locked together, panting, sweat-slicked skin cooling in the sterile air. The weight of unspoken words hung heavy between them.
As Marcus withdrew, Katy felt the mixture of his and Wu’s cum trickling down her legs. A fitting metaphor, she thought bitterly, for the mess she’d made of all their lives.
Without a word, Marcus zipped up and left the room. Katy remained bent over the exam table, thoroughly used and utterly lost. She’d played with fire, and now she was burning – caught between two men, consumed by her insatiable lust and the web of lies she’d woven.
As she straightened her scrubs, Katy wondered how long this twisted dance could continue. But even as guilt gnawed at her, she felt a perverse thrill at the thought of what might come next. The truth was out, yet the game was far from over.
