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The Nurses, Chapter 9 [NSFW] [Oral]

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Chapter 9

The news of Adam and I being an official couple trickled out slowly, rather than the speed of light like most hospital gossip. Due to COVID, people were stuck in pairs in ICU rooms, working different shifts than normal and overall, just not getting an opportunity to even make just a little small talk. Work was crazy and stressful—even more so than normal.

But the news did trickle out. And when it did, I felt happy to not have to hide how I felt about Adam anymore. Watching him work made me proud, seeing how well he interacted with patients during delicate times made me aware of how sensitive he was, and the way he flipped me from my stomach to my back during a crazy fuck session showed me how strong he was. He was the total package and while I enjoyed people knowing we were a couple, I did find myself feeling jealous and insecure at times, something that I usually didn’t struggle with.

Now when I saw some of the floating nurses flirt with Adam, or just casually rest their hand on his forearm while they explained charts to him—I felt the anger grow from my stomach to my neck, heating my face with a fire only jealousy could explain.

One of the newer nurses had brought him a coffee at rounds and she reached across my chest to hand it to him. He took it, smiled and lifted it slightly to say thank you, and drank it. I stared at her drinking her coffee, wondering what transpired between them to make her think she needed to bring him a coffee. I trusted Adam, but I was also aware that Adam was completely gorgeous with a body to boot. I continued to glare until I realized that this was just temporary. Once word was officially out and all over the hospital that we were a couple, the women would back off.

Adam and I worked together during the days and it was great. We didn’t get tired of each other. But the nurse who brought him coffee—Angela—she was scheduled to work with us today, too. Adam and Angela drank their coffees as we prepped the room we were to be in that day.

Angela stayed close to his side as we moved supplies around and configured the room to best fit our working style. I thought to myself that she must not know he’s my boyfriend, because she’s up his ass. When Adam slipped out momentarily to answer a page, it was just Angela and I left in the room. I wanted to rise above, I really did, but I just could not help myself at this point.

“Adam’s a great guy, isn’t he?” I said, testing the waters. If she knew that we were a couple, she’d maybe make some comment that I was lucky or something. And if she didn’t know, this was my chance to let her know. Then she could step off!

She turned to me, resting the small of her back against the countertop in the small hospital room. She crossed her arms and focused her eyes on me as I worked. It was silent and I figured she was ignoring me until I looked at her, and she was waiting for me to do so.

“What, because I brought him a coffee you need to remind me that he’s your boyfriend of what, like 2 minutes?” she rolled her eyes and turned back around, writing something on her charts before leaving the room. I stood there, paralyzed in anger and shock.

Adam came back in, smiling, his arms full of supplies for our room. “What’s the matter, baby?” he asked. He referred to me in pet names when it was just the two of us and it was so cute—hearing him call me sweetheart and baby made me practically cream my panties.

I didn’t know what to say. I didn’t want to be jealous girlfriend or emotional woman—both titles men often handed out when women had normal emotional responses to stuff they didn’t like dealing with. But I trusted Adam was not the normal man.

“I just had this totally weird conversation with Angela and she, I guess, implied our relationship wouldn’t last.” I didn’t know if I was conveying the conversation well but I knew I didn’t want to be the girl that verbatim recites what everyone says.

Adam pulled me into his powerful body with his strong arms and hugged me tight. He smelled like the soap and coffee and it my heart (and nether regions) warm.

“Remember,” he said, kissing the top of my head, “not everyone will be happy for us. And that’s okay, too.” Damn, he was really nailing all these situations, which made me love him even more.

Wait, did I just say love him? Oh, phew, I didn’t SAY it but I just thought it. And in that moment, in his arms in the hospital—where we first met, I started to feel like I was falling in love with Adam. And perhaps that was a factor in why all these women at the hospital were now able to ruffle my feathers.

I nodded and lifted my head up and he leaned down and kissed me. It was a passionate kiss, with just the right amount of tongue and pressure, and it was just what I needed to keep going with this already annoying day.

Just as we pulled apart, Angela walked back in. She didn’t acknowledge us at all and went straight to the computer and began working. We managed to work together for 12 hours without a single comment made about anything other than work for the entire shift. It couldn’t go on like this every day, I knew, but I felt today was a success.

At the end of our shift we decided to meet some friends at the bar down the street and get some drinks. It was the place we had our first drinks together alone, the night everyone bailed, and it held a special place in both of our hearts.

We walked down with a few other nurses and when the door to the bar swung open, I could immediately see Angela at a table with two other nurses that were her friends, so by default were *not* my friends. I squeezed Adam’s hand and he leaned down to my ear and whispered “fuck her” and I smiled. He totally knew just what I was thinking and just what to say to make me feel better. Ahh, this man.

An hour or two into drinking it was time for me to break the seal. I needed to pee and even though I didn’t want to leave the lively conversation (something we all desperately needed after a day in the hospital), I made my way back through the bar to the restrooms. I peed and washed my hands, stopping in front of the mirror to smooth down my sandy blonde hair that was peeking out from my ponytail. I adjusted my bra so my tits look perfect in my v-neck t-shirt and returned to the table.

Angela was standing, leaning across the table to reach a plate of nachos that we had jointly ordered, and her tits were practically reaching the top of Adam’s hands. As I walked to the table she turned and looked at me—our eyes met. I didn’t smile and neither did she. Instead, she leaned just a bit further and I watched as her tits grazed the top of Adam’s hands, which were planted on the table as he was leaning back, watching the news on the TV bar. She smirked at me before he retracted his hands casually and she sat back down in her seat.

It’s gonna be like that then, I thought to myself, a couple beers already flowing in my veins like bottled confidence. I returned to the table and sat down next to Adam and placed my hand on his thigh and began rubbing his leg. I knew Angela wouldn’t look but she could see it from the corner of her eye. I knew I was being petty but in the moment I wanted to mark my territory, I guess. I leaned in and whispered to Adam—«I really want to put this buzz to good use» and he immediately pulled his wallet out, dropped a few bills on the table and started saying his goodbyes.

Adam wasn’t buzzed enough to not be able to drive, so we climbed in his truck and started towards his house. I didn’t want to bring up Angela and be the girlfriend who hung onto all that crazy shit. Instead I wanted to show Adam how fucking appreciative of him I was. So, I leaned over him as he drove, unzipping his pants and freeing his perfect member to the custody of me, my hands and my mouth.

As soon as he realized he was getting road head, he leaned back to get slightly more comfortable and turned down a side street to take a longer way back to his place. He wasn’t all the way hard yet, which meant I got to stuff his entire cock in my throat with ease. I rolled my tongue around his massive girth a few times before he became fully erect.

I began dragging my tongue up and down his length while twisting his girth in my palms, each hand rubbing the opposite direction. In the privacy of his truck he was able to have whatever reaction he wanted—so he moaned loudly. His moans turned me on and I began deepthroating him, feeling his head push against the back of my throat then past it, down my throat. I grabbed his hand from the back of my head and moved it to my neck so he could feel his cock lodged in my throat.

«Oh fuck,» he shuddered and twisted, his cock flexing in my throat as he felt himself inside me. I rarely heard him curse because he was always a gentleman, but this road head was something new for the both of us.

I lifted up off his cock for a moment, long enough to command him to cum down my throat, and upon pushing him back down into my throat, I grabbed his balls and he howled, cumming, rush after rush of his warmth oozing down my throat and into my belly. When he was done I put him back in his pants and leaned back to my side of the truck, and buckled back up.

He looked across the cab at me. It was dark out but the passing street lights and occasional tail lights around us offered us a romantic illumination in the cab. His eyes twinkled in the dim light, his smile was charming and send a surge of horniess through my entire body. I could taste his cum on my lips and all I wanted to do was pin him down and ride him all night.

«When we get home, it’s your turn,» he smirked at me. I could literally feel my panties dampen; Adam went down on me like no one ever had and I always came harder than I ever thought I could.

Maybe Angela flirting with Adam was a new kind of foreplay. Maybe it wasn’t a bad thing, after all.

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