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It was a warm, Chicago summer night. You stood at the bus stop just off the property of the County General Hospital, tapping your foot anxiously on the sidewalk. The bus was supposed to be here ten minutes ago. You groaned, pinching the bridge of your nose and sighing out, “Great.” It had been a long shift, and you really didn’t need this added onto your day. Sure, your place was walking distance, but you didn’t want to walk home alone at 9:00PM.
As if on cue, a horn honks behind you and you whip your head around, ready to cuss someone out. Instead, you find John Carter is grinning at you from inside his blue Jeep Wrangler. You watched him fumble to unzip the window before his head poked out, “Do you need a ride?”
You took another look at the bus stop behind you. You could wait it out and see if the bus would ever come. Or you could get a ride from the handsome intern. You stared at him through the open window, the humid air curling around you in sticky waves.
John looked unfairly comfortable for someone who had just finished a twelve-hour shift. One arm hung lazily over the steering wheel, sleeves pushed up to his elbows, grin crooked enough to make your stomach involuntarily flip. You were sure you looked much worse off after your shift, your hair finally let down after a long day and your sweater tugged loosely over your scrubs.
“Do you. Need. A ride?” He asked again.
You narrowed your eyes with playful suspicion. “Do you just drive circles around the hospital until you find a damsel in distress, Carter?”
John looked down at his watch, “Only on Thursdays.” He grinned at you.
You should probably say no and wish him a good night. But it was late. Your bus wasn’t coming. And John Carter had kind eyes.
You swallowed your pride and walked toward the vehicle. John leaned across the center console to flick the lock on the passenger door up. You popped the door open and slid in, buckling yourself in before turning toward John. You watch him zip the window back up and adjust in his seat. He tapped his fingers on the gear shift as he put it into first and pulled out of the parking lot.
“You miss your bus?” He questioned.
You huffed and leaned your head back against the headrest, “Never came.”
John tutted and shook his head, “Bummer.” He looked at you, his finger hovering over the blinker switch, “Where are we headed?”
“I live off of Campbell and Taylor.” You pointed forward in the general direction of your house. Your eyes dragged over the sharp details of John’s face: his long eyelashes that framed deep brown eyes, the long downward slope of his nose, his two front teeth larger than the rest, protruding a little when he smiled.
John hummed as he drove, his hands drumming on the steering wheel as Beck quietly played from the radio. You lulled your head to the side and watched the city whir past in the night. It started to blur into neighborhoods and you watched as John turned the car onto your street.
“It’s the blue house on the left side of the cul de sac, but you can just pull off here.” You gestured to the curb, a few houses down from your place.
“Not outside your house?” he asked, his eyebrow quirked.
You shrugged, “It's close enough.”
John slowed the car to a stop at the curb but left it idling. The headlights washed across neatly trimmed lawns and suburban houses. Somewhere down the block, a sprinkler clicked rhythmically through someone's yard. The radio hummed softly between you.
“You know,” John said. “Normally when someone gets a ride home, they at least let the driver drop them at their house.”
You felt your cheeks get hot, you laughed nervously, “I didn't want you to feel obligated to walk me to my door.”
“Who says I would've?”
You snorted and gave him a look.
John’s face broke into a grin. “Okay, I would've.”
A silence fell between you, and you watched as John’s eyes flickered down to your mouth. He leaned his arm on the center console, “You know,” he starts, “Call me selfish, but I’m glad the bus didn’t come.”
Your stomach did a flip, he was staring. Those pretty brown eyes bared right into your soul. You cleared your throat and averted your gaze, “Really?”
“Really.” John said as he leaned over the console, his head tilting to the side. Before you knew it his lips were on yours. You flinched and he instantly pulled away with wide eyes, “Shoot—I misread this, huh?”
For a second all you did was stare, he looked so nervous and so cute; it wasn’t because you didn’t want him to kiss you. It just took you by surprise.
You leaned across the center console and grabbed ahold of the front of his shirt to pull him into another, more tentative kiss— just testing the waters. John made a soft shocked sound which had butterflies fluttering in your stomach. His hand came up to cup your face and tilted it just slightly to get a better angle, slotting his lips perfectly between your own. You pushed your hand up into his hair, earning another noise into your kiss.
His free hand reached around your waist to pull you into his lap, you had to assist to get fully situated. When you finally straddled his lap, you could feel him hard beneath you. You leaned back from the kiss and looked at him, both of you breathing heavily. “You’re easy.” You laughed, your hand still holding onto his shirt while the other rested gently on the back of his neck.
John shot you a playful glare, “Hey.” His expression pulled into a smile. He leaned forward and started to kiss from your jaw down your neck, “Maybe I’ve just wanted this for a while.” He murmured against your skin.
Your head fell back and you let out a quiet sigh, “Yeah?” You mused, you’d had an idea that he’d been fawning after you for a little while. But neither of you had made a move— until now, you supposed.
You gave a testing roll of your hips, John’s hand grasped harder on your waist as he choked on a groan. You took that as a sign to keep going, feeling a familiar warm heat between your legs. His hands were all over you, one making its way down to your ass while the other felt up under your shirt. You hummed and lifted his head back up, “Handsy.”
“Is that okay?” He asked as he leaned in toward you again, he sounded breathless and his voice had dropped a little lower. You nodded, your hands hooking at the hem of your shirt before you pulled it off slowly. John’s pupils blew wide at the sight of your chest. His finger slid under your bra strap and let it fall down your shoulder.
Your hips stilled as John pulled his own shirt off and there’s a silence between you that’s only interrupted by your own breathing. You bit your lip as your eyes raked over his chest, you felt down his skin to the waistband of his scrub pants.
His eyes followed your hand and his face flushed impossibly redder, “Are we doing this?” He breathed out.
You haven’t hooked up with anyone in a while, and John seemed like a good time; and you do like him, so that helped. You pretended to think about it before you spoke, “I’d really, really like to.”
John kissed you again, harder now. His tongue quickly found its way into the expanse of your mouth, it slipped over your own as he moaned into the kiss. He’s noisy, you’re noticing.
You started to move your hips again to grind down against his erection, the movement made the center seam of your pants pressed perfectly against your clit. You moaned into his mouth. John started to kiss down your neck and slid a hand up to move your hair out of the way as his lips trailed hot, open mouthed kisses down to your shoulder. He reached around to unclasp your bra and pulled it off you slowly.
You leaned back, pulling away from the heated kiss. You looked down with heavy eyes, feeling drunk from just kissing him— he was a great kisser. He glanced up at you before sucking one of your nipples into his mouth. You grasped at his shoulders with a shaky moan, your head tilting back, “Jesus, John—“ You breathed out.
He groped at your other tit while he continued to sloppily suck at the hardened bud. His tongue twirled around it in a sinful way before he pulled off and switched to the other side. You’ve never had someone tease you like this— and he wasn’t necessarily teasing, it seemed like he was genuinely enjoying this based on the way he’s groaning against your skin.
You squirmed in his lap and your grinding got a bit more erratic. Your hands ran down his chest, untying the drawstring of his scrub pants and shoving them down as best as you could at this angle.
John shuddered under your touch and finally pulled his lips away from your breast. He shifted his hips underneath you, letting out a quiet hiss as his cock sprung free from its confinement. He was hard, leaking, and big.
The only sound between you two had been John’s moans, your breaths, and the quiet hum of the radio. But you finally broke it to say, “eager, aren’t you?”
He blushed and sputtered out nonsense, staring down with wide eyes as your hand wrapped around his dick with a firm grip. His head leaned back with a quiet curse, his hands rushed to grab at your hips.
You moved your hand on him slowly, your wrist twisting every few strokes. You relished in the way his eyes squeezed shut like he could barely handle it. Your thumb swiped over the tip and he whined in a way you haven’t heard yet. It made you dip your head back down to smash your lips together again.
John kissed back, gasping sweetly into your mouth. His fingers dug into your soft skin as he groaned, “I don’t wanna— I don’t wanna cum like this, please.”
You hummed and nipped at his bottom lip as you pulled away, “Okay.” You pulled your hand back to bring it down to the waistband of your own scrubs. It was an awkward movement to get them off, but somehow you managed. John watched in awe as another layer of your clothing was removed, his hand immediately pushed between your legs. His middle finger felt over your underwear, somehow finding your clit through the fabric. You keened forward with a high pitched moan.
He had the audacity to laugh and you retaliate by biting his bare shoulder. John winced and pressed his finger firmer against you, still only touching you through the dampening fabric of your blue panties. You let out another soft whimper as you tucked your face into his neck.
“Can I touch y—“
“Yes.” You said quickly, whinier and more desperate than you intended.
He pulled your panties to the side and his fingers finally touched you exactly where you needed it most. They rubbed slow circles on your clit before they dipped down to your entrance, your arousal made it an easy slide for two of his long fingers to push into you.
“Oh fuck.” You choked out. You leaned forward to press your forehead to his while you rocked your hips slowly in time with the rhythm of his fingers. The sound was a little humiliating, you hadn’t processed how wet you were until you started to hear it. Moans and whines flowed freely from your mouth, mingling with John’s soft panting as he worked the digits into your cunt.
His neglected cock twitched from where it was trapped between you two. You felt yourself tighten around his fingers, a familiar warmth pooling in your stomach. It’d be nice to cum on his fingers like this, but you were desperate to feel him inside of you as soon as possible. Your hand dropped down to grasp his wrist, he took the hint and pulled his slicked fingers out.
You watched as John brought the soaked digits to his mouth and ran his tongue between them, holding eye contact with you as he sucked them clean. You repositioned yourself in his lap and without much of a warning, you sank down onto his cock.
“Oh shit, oh god—“ John’s hips twitched upward, steadying himself with a grip on your waist. He whined your name quietly as you took him to the hilt.
You stayed still as you got used to the stretch, “You’re so big,” you whimpered.
“I— I’m sorry?” John stammered, his eyebrows knit together as he looked up at you. You laughed breathily and shook your head.
You started at a slow pace, lifting yourself up about halfway before dropping back down. He met you in between with slow thrusts, his hands squeezed your waist to help lift you. Gradually, he sped up and got a whole lot louder when he did. Broken curses and moans of your name fell from his mouth, his eyes squeezing shut as he got lost in the warm heat of you.
“Holy shit, right there, John.” You pleaded, your back arching. He littered kisses across your chest and pinched your nipple between his teeth; you gasped out another moan and tugged his hair hard.
With the noise he made, you noted that he liked having his hair pulled and filed that away for later.
“Just like that,” he groaned. “You’re s-so pretty, never thought I’d get to— fuck— see you like this, baby.”
Baby. You liked that.
Your orgasm hit you like a truck, you pulled on his hair again while your other hand gripped onto his shoulder. You rocked your hips sloppily, your pussy clenching tight around his cock. John wasn’t far behind you; he rambled about how pretty you were, how good you felt around him. You felt his cock twitching inside of you and then a warmth you’d never felt. He’d cum inside you.
“I’m so sorry— I’m sorry, oh my god. Oh shit.” John’s legs shook underneath you as you lifted yourself off of him. He stared as his spend slowly dripped out of you, a bead running down the length of his cock.
You leaned in to kiss him again, he made that cute surprised sound again and his hands came up to hold your face. It was a lazy kiss, a little messy and you could tell he was tired. When you pulled away, you lightly tapped his chest, “Why don’t you come in?” You nodded in the direction of your place.
“Really?” A grin pulled at the corners of his mouth.
“Mhm.” You hummed. You adjusted your underwear, you’d take care of that mess when you got inside.
He eagerly redressed himself, and you clambered out of his lap to do the same. You buckled back in for the short drive as you actually told him where your place was and he parked in your driveway.
You brought him inside with you and led him right to the bathroom upstairs where you both undressed again and showered together. It was hard to keep yourself off of him, so you went for a second round. John had you pressed up against the wall, holding one of your legs over his hip as he fucked you slow and deep.
John obviously didn’t have any clothes, but you found a shirt big enough to fit him— at least just to sleep in. He collapsed down onto you and it was weird to have a man in your bed that smelled like your rosemary shampoo. But you didn’t mind it. He tucked his face into your neck and you wrapped your arms around him. Sleep took over the both of you quickly. You fell asleep with a quietly snoring John Carter in your arms.