Hospital Debauchery

Devon stood close to Helena, his breath still ragged from their deepening kiss, the taste of her lingering on his lips was like champagne and forbidden fruit. Her scrub top hung loose around her shoulders, half-unbuttoned, revealing the curve of her collarbone and the edge of a lacy black bra beneath. Her dark hair was pulled into a messy bun, strands escaping to frame her face, her hazel eyes burning with a mix of hesitation and hunger.

Helena's hands moved with purpose, tugging at Devon's belt, the leather sliding free with a soft thwack. His black shirt was already open, buttons undone in their earlier frenzy, exposing the hard planes of his chest, still glistening from the sweat of his encounter in the restroom. She yanked the shirt off his shoulders, her fingers brushing the taut muscles of his arms, her touch both tentative and bold. Devon's eyes, dark and predatory, never left her as he mirrored her movements, his hands slipping beneath her scrub top, fingers grazing the warm, smooth skin of her waist. With a slow, deliberate tug, he pulled the fabric over her head, letting it fall to the floor in a crumpled heap.

Helena stood before him, her chest rising and falling, her black bra and matching panties the only barriers left. Devon's trousers hit the ground, his belt clinking against the hardwood, leaving him in tight black briefs that did little to hide the thick bulge straining against the fabric.

For a moment, they stood frozen, the air between them crackling with unspoken tension. Their eyes locked, and the silence was heavy, electric, as if the world held its breath.

Devon moved first, stepping even closer, his hand reaching behind her with practiced ease. A flick of his fingers, and her bra clasp gave way, the garment slipping to the floor with a whisper. Helena's full breasts spilled free, her nipples already hardening in the cool air, pink and inviting. Devon's gaze dropped, his lips parting slightly, a raw hunger flashing across his face. He reached out, his palm cupping one breast, his thumb brushing over the sensitive peak. The touch was gentle at first, exploratory, then firmer as he squeezed, rolling her nipple between his fingers.

"So soft," He muttered.

Helena's breath hitched, a soft moan escaping her lips as she bit down, her teeth grazing her lower lip. Her body arched instinctively toward him, betraying her desire. "Devon…" she whispered, her voice trembling with a mix of nerves and need, her hands gripping his shoulders for balance.

He pulled her closer, his free hand sliding to the small of her back, pressing her bare skin against his chest. Her breasts flattened against him, her nipples grazing his skin, sending a jolt through them both. His lips hovered near hers, his breath hot and teasing. "I want you, Helena," he growled, the words dripping with raw intent, each syllable a promise of what was to come. "I want every fucking inch of you."

The words hit her like a spark to dry tinder. Helena's eyes flared with heat, and she surged forward, capturing his mouth in a desperate, bruising kiss. Her tongue tangled with his, hungry and unrestrained, her body pressing flush against him, the hard length of his cock straining through his briefs against her thigh. She moaned into his mouth, her hands roaming his back, nails digging into his skin as she surrendered to the fire building inside her.

They broke apart, gasping, their breaths mingling in the charged air. Helena's eyes were wild, her cheeks flushed, her lips swollen from the kiss. Without a word, she grabbed his hand, her fingers trembling with urgency, and led him to the bed in the office. She pushed him down, her movements bold despite the tremor in her hands.

Devon sat on the edge, his eyes locked on her as she stood between his legs, her panties clinging to the curve of her hips, a damp spot betraying her arousal. He reached for her, his hands gripping her thighs, pulling her closer. "You're fucking gorgeous," he rasped, his fingers hooking into the waistband of her panties, tugging them down slowly, savoring the reveal of her slick, glistening pussy. The fabric pooled at her ankles, and she stepped out, fully exposed, her body trembling under his gaze.

Helena's breath came in short, sharp gasps as Devon's hands slid up her thighs, his thumbs brushing the sensitive skin near her core. He leaned forward, his lips grazing her stomach, leaving a trail of hot, open-mouthed kisses as he worked his way down. "Spread your legs," he commanded, his voice a low growl, and she obeyed without hesitation, her thighs parting to reveal the wet, swollen folds of her cunt.

He didn't waste time. His mouth descended, his tongue flicking against her clit, slow at first, then faster, circling the sensitive bud with ruthless precision. Helena's head fell back, a loud moan tearing from her throat as her hands fisted in his hair, pulling him closer. "Oh, fuck, Devon!" she cried, her hips bucking against his mouth, her pussy dripping with need. His fingers joined the assault, two sliding deep inside her, curling to hit her G-spot with every thrust, while his tongue worked her clit in tight, relentless circles.

Her moans grew louder, filling the small office, the sound raw and unrestrained. "Don't stop," she gasped, her voice breaking as her thighs trembled, her body teetering on the edge. Devon's free hand gripped her ass, squeezing the soft flesh as he sucked her clit harder, his fingers pumping faster, the slick sound of her arousal mingling with her cries.

Helena came undone with a scream, her pussy clenching around his fingers, juices gushing as her orgasm ripped through her, her knees buckling. Devon held her steady, his mouth still working her through the aftershocks, drawing out every shudder until she was panting, her body limp against him.

He pulled back, his lips glistening with her release, a smug grin curling his mouth. "That's one," he teased, his voice thick with satisfaction. He stood, shedding his briefs in one swift motion, his cock springing free thick, hard, and throbbing with need. Helena's eyes widened, her breath catching as she took in the sight of him, the head slick with precum, veins pulsing along the shaft.

She didn't wait for an invitation. Dropping to her knees, she wrapped her hand around his cock, her fingers barely meeting around its girth. She looked up at him, her eyes filled with lust, and ran her tongue along the underside, slow and deliberate, savoring his low groan. "Fuck, Helena," he growled, his hand tangling in her hair as she took him into her mouth, her lips stretching around him, her tongue swirling over the sensitive tip.

She worked him with a mix of reverence and hunger, her head bobbing as she took him deeper, her throat relaxing to accommodate his length. Saliva dripped down her chin, her moans vibrating around him, sending shocks of pleasure through his body.

Devon's hips bucked, his grip tightening in her hair as he fucked her mouth, the wet, sloppy sounds driving him wild.

But he wasn't done with her yet. With a guttural groan, he pulled her off, his cock slick and glistening. "On the bed," he ordered, his voice rough with need. Helena scrambled onto the cot, her ass in the air, her pussy still dripping from her orgasm. Devon knelt behind her, his hands gripping her hips as he lined himself up, the head of his cock teasing her entrance.

"You want this?" he asked, his voice a dangerous purr, rubbing his cock against her slick folds, coating himself in her arousal.

"Yes," Helena gasped, her voice desperate, her hips pushing back against him. "Please, Devon, fuck me."

That was all he needed. With one brutal thrust, he buried himself inside her, his cock stretching her tight pussy, filling her to the hilt. Helena cried out, her hands clutching the sheets as he set a punishing rhythm, his hips slamming against her ass, the sound of skin on skin echoing in the office. Her breasts bounced with each thrust, her nipples grazing the rough fabric of the cot, sending sparks of pleasure through her.