Chapter 2 Public Sex

Cersei

"There are so many," I whispered.

I shook my head, staring at all the patients on this hospital floor alone. There was no way that this was sustainable, no way that we'd treat all of the patients without either getting sick ourselves or having a slew of casualties.

Usually, I wasn't like this. I had never thought this way before. I always walked into the hospital with a smile on my face and walked out of the hospital with a smile on my face ... but after weeks of patient after patient, after weeks of quarantine ... it was getting tough to smile.

Dr. Francis walked out of room 209, handing me a clipboard. "Ventilators, Cersei. We need more of them." He walked past me, heading toward his office.

"But ... but we don't have any more, sir."

He turned around, brown eyes hardening into such a sinful stare. A stare that he had been giving me all the late nights we worked together here. A stare that made me want to rip off all his damn clothes and let him take me to the locker room when my shift was over, just to relieve some of this stress.

"Find some," he said. "I have more patients to check on." He turned back toward the hallway. "Oh, and, Cersei ..." He gazed over his shoulder at me, his dark brown eyes wide. "I'll need to see you in my office in half an hour."

My eyes widened, and I nodded my head. What'd he want to see me for? Maybe to talk more about the patients on this floor. Maybe to ask me about who was recovering and who wasn't.

I hurried through the hallway to the front desk, picked up the phone, and pleaded with our company who stocked our equipment to send more ventilators as soon as possible. It was driving me insane, absolutely insane that we didn't have what we needed for these people.

After taking a deep breath and checking up on a few other patients to see if their conditions worsened, I stripped off my gloves and walked down the hall toward Dr. Francis's office. My lips were pressed together, my heart pounding. I didn't know why he affected me so much, but he did.

I knocked twice on the door, and Dr. Francis said, "Come in." He sat at his desk, reviewing some paperwork. He glanced up at me and placed his papers down. "Close the door."

I shut the door behind me and shuffled into the room to the chair across from his desk. I crossed my arms over my chest, trying to take slow, steady breaths. Not once in the entire time that I worked under him had he called me into his office to talk. Part of me was nervous, wondering if I had done something wrong.

"What's wrong?" he asked, sitting up and leaning over his desk.

"Nothing," I said.

"Oh, don't give me that, Cersei. We've worked together for too long."

I pursed my lips, my chin quivering. "It's damn hard, all right?" I said, holding back my tears. "Do you know how long I spend here every single day? How much energy I give each of my patients? How I have to be the one to stay positive when I know what's going to end up happening to them?"

He stared at me with his brows furrowed together and stood up. "You knew what you were signing up for when you chose to go into this field."

"I know," I said. "But that doesn't mean I still can't be angry and upset."

He walked around me and placed his hands on my shoulders, squeezing lightly. "I think you need to relax a little."

"How am I supposed to relax?" Especially when there was a damn doctor behind me that I'd been thinking about every night while I masturbated.

When he stepped away from me, I let out the breath I was holding and closed my eyes. God, I thought he was going to do something. I was all for it ... but I didn't have much of a break, and I shouldn't be-

I heard the door to his office lock, and I turned around.

He loosened his tie and stepped toward me, his eyes dark and inviting. "We have ten minutes. I'm sure I can help."

My eyes widened, and I stood. "Dr. Francis, I don't think that this is-"

He spun me around, his hand snaking around my neck, and pulled me against him. I could feel his hardness pressed against my ass, and I clenched. He trailed his fingers down the centre of my chest and abdomen, lingering just above the waistband of my scrubs.

"I think that you and I both need this," he said against my ear.

"Dr. Francis ... I ..."

He pushed his hand into my pants and brushed his fingers against my underwear. "Did you wear these silky panties for me?" he asked.

I clenched, my pussy pulsing with pleasure.

He slipped one of his fingers under the material and pushed it inside of me. "Wet for me too, I see."

I grasped his wrist, moaning softly when he curled his finger inside of me and hit my G-spot. Starting slowly, he rubbed my clit with his thumb in small circles. "Do you like this, Cersei?"

"I don't think this is a good idea," I breathed out, tugging on his hand. But it was a good idea; my body had been aching for this for so damn long. I needed a release, just one simple release.

He snatched my chin in his hand, his lips by my ear. "I didn't think you'd be so defiant."

He sucked harshly on my skin below my jaw, fingers moving faster. Heat rushed to my core, and I suppressed a moan.

"I've been thinking about taking you in my office for weeks now since this whole thing started. You've been stressed, haven't you?"

I sighed deeply through my nose, pushing my knees together. "Yes," I said quietly.

After he pulled his hand out of my pants, he sucked his wet fingers into his mouth and groaned quietly against me. "Sit on my desk and spread your legs."

My pussy clenched, brows still furrowed together. "Dr. Francis, we can't-" I moaned out when he turned around and pushed me against his desk. "We can't-"

He picked me up and placed me on his desk, pulling down my pants and spreading my legs himself. I gave up on what I was going to say and let another moan slip out of my mouth.

When he knelt in front of me and placed his hot mouth on my pussy, he said, "God, Cersei, I've been waiting to taste you." He massaged my clit with his tongue, moving it in small, torturous circles.

I laced my fingers in his hair, pulling him closer to me. "Francis ..." I breathed out. My moans became louder and more ragged.

He slid two fingers into me, thrusting them roughly. I threw my head back and moaned. The pressure built in my core, higher and higher. He pushed another finger inside of me. Then another. And another. I clenched around him as heat coursed through my body.

"I want you inside of me," I breathed out, tugging on the ends of his hair. "Please."

He growled against me, tugged my hips closer to the edge of his desk, and stood. After undoing his belt and pulling down his pants, he took out his huge cock, brushed it against my wetness, and made it glisten with my juices.

Placing wet kisses down my neck, he slipped his hands under my top and groped my breasts. His lips trailed lower down my chest, and he pulled my top up, yanked down my bra, and sucked one of my nipples into his mouth. "Fuck," he mumbled against them, biting down softly.

I threw my head back and spread my legs, resting my feet on his desk and sliding my ass to the edge so he was poking right against my entrance. He took his cock in his hand and slowly pushed his hips closer to mine. His head pressed into me, and then his whole cock was sliding deep into my pussy.

I clenched around him. He groped my breasts, squeezing them hard in his hands, and pulled me toward him with each thrust.

"Oh my gosh!" I moaned. "Faster."

He bit down on my nipple again, and I cried out, his cock pumping harder and faster into me. The pressure was rising in my core, and I dug my fingers into his shoulders. God, it felt better than I ever thought it would.

"Harder ... fuck me harder."

"Fuck you harder?"

I nodded. "Please."

He picked me up, turned me around, and pushed my chest against the desk. I pushed my ass closer to him, wanting him to thrust back into me. He slapped my ass with his cock and rubbed it against my entrance. I threw my head back and moaned loudly as he pushed himself all of the way inside.

His thrusts started slow, and I clenched around him.

"More. I need it. Make it hurt," I breathed.

At my words, he quickened his pace and deepened his thrusts. He wrapped his hand around my neck and forced me back, placing his lips against my ear. "Is this what you've wanted?" he asked.

I whimpered, the pressure in my core driving me higher and higher. "Yes."

"How long have you been thinking about me tearing up your tight little pussy?"

I curled my toes, my legs trembling. "Weeks."

His hand around my throat tightened, and pleasure rushed through my body. He pounded his big cock into me, and I moaned out. I pushed my hips back against his, meeting each of his thrusts.

He grasped my hair and tugged on it, forcing me to pull my head back. Then, he pressed his lips to mine, our tongues slipping into each other's mouths. His fingers pressed against the column of my neck, sliding up it.

When he released my hair, he pulled out of me and placed me on my hands and knees on his desk. He spit on my pussy, making it even wetter, and rubbed it against my clit. Then, he wrapped his arms under my legs, picked me up so my back was against his chest, and walked with me toward his desk chair.

He sat down on it and slid his cock into me, holding my legs wide open as we faced the door. My heart was pounding in my chest, my pussy clenching hard. Though the door was locked, there was a small-a very small-window next to it that anyone could see right through.

He wrapped an arm under my legs, holding them up in the air and apart as he thrust harder and deeper into my tight hole. "If anyone looked in, Cersei, all they'd see are your legs spread so far apart for me."

Heat warmed my core. "Harder, please," I moaned out.

He brushed his fingers up the inside of my thigh to my clit. And when they brushed against my swollen clit, I let out a loud moan, wave after wave of pleasure pumping out of me. He continued to rub his fingers against my clit, holding my legs far apart and peering over my shoulder to watch my pussy quiver.

"Yes," I breathed. "Yes."

He picked up his pace, thrusting faster inside of me, and placed a hand around my throat. Pleasure rushed through my body as I felt his hand squeeze harder. I gripped his thighs.

"You fucking love that, don't you?" he asked. My pussy clenched, ready to release again. "Answer me when I ask you something."

He slapped my clit, and I released around him and nodded my head.

"Yes," I cried out. "Yes, I love it. Fuck me harder. I want to feel your cum dripping out of me."

He groaned against me and pounded harder inside of me until he suddenly stilled. He gradually released my legs, and I placed them on the ground, hoping I could stand without collapsing. I trembled slightly, then stood up, and gazed back at him, my lips curling into a smirk.

He took a deep breath, wiping sweat from his forehead. "Looks like our time is up."