Jackson Avery walked confidently into the only empty on-call room on the third floor. His sea foam green eyes were instantly fixed on a slender figure of a petite Little Grey. Lexie stood in front of a window, her shapes dark and vivid against the harsh light of a morning sun. She did not move or even say anything to acknowledge his presence; she was still as a marble statue. Her unkempt hair was tied up in a messy bun and a few strands swept down her neck and over her perky ears.
Jackson felt a cocky smile twisting his full lips. Little Grey was listening to some of her favorite tunes, no doubt about that; her pink ear buds were sticking out of her ears and the long double cord hung freely over her perfect, round breasts. He couldn't see the actual cord, as Lexie put its entire length in front of her, but this image hit him so intensively he felt himself get hard in his baby blue scrubs. He bit his lower lip and prolonged a little bit his moment of observing his fellow intern staring outside the window. She started bobbing her head in the rhythm of some song; by the weak sound coming out of her ear buds he could have sworn it was Anxiety. After a few seconds of that she turned around, eyes closed and hands in fists, and began doing a little dance, bathed in sun. Her bobby pins slid out of her hair and the bun cascaded down her back, so she began twirling her hair between fingers. Jackson stood where he was, silent and worked up so much he couldn't decide what to do. Suddenly Lexie threw her fists in the air, and Jackson found himself grabbing both her wrists in one palm and pushing her against the wall. Her eyes opened and widened in what was at first horror, but in a matter of seconds she became confused. They weren't together, not anymore. What was he doing?
Before she could use her chance to protest Jackson claimed her open mouth with his and ripped he ear buds out of her ears. He used the cord to tie her tiny wrists together while she was struggling to push him away. Her knees left bruises on his thighs when she tried to get some space between them, but he pushed further and she felt his swollen erection rob against her mound. She wriggled uncomfortably to get away from him, and all she accomplished was that he sighed deeply with obvious pleasure. His eyes darkened with lust so that she could see storm raging in those sea foam green beauties. Now that she was unable to use her hands, he hooked the loop of the cords tied around her writs on the post of the bunk bed. Her protests, muffled by his hungry mouth sounded almost like begging. He reached into her scrub pants pocket and used his skilled fingers to flick against the delicate skin between her tummy and thighs he could touch through the fabric of her clothing. The feather-lite touch made her knees go weak and she felt dizzy. What. The. Actual. Fuck.
He finally fished out her iPod out of her pocket, alongside with a polka dot hanky she used to tie her hair or fashion into Alice headband. Still kissing her so deeply she started hyperventilating, he tied that onto her already secured wrists. He broke the kiss and put his strong, caramel hand over her luscious and reddened lips.
'Don't. Don't shout, don't try to get away.'
She nodded quickly. Still looking into her eyes, Jackson reached out to the brown night table. He moved his hand around a bit to finally grasp a roll of a sliver duct tape. Lexie's eye widened and she knew exactly what he was going to do. Using his teeth, he tore some of the tape from the roll, moved his palm off Lexie's lips and put the tape on it right away. Before she had a chance to realize it was her moment to shout, he produced a pair of surgical scissors and cut off the excess tape.
He took a step back to adore the effect of his ministrations. The brunette was tied to a bed post, flushed, slightly defiant and definitely anxious. He bit his lower lip again, which made her blush even further. Feeling his cock throb and call for attention, he slid his left hand onto the bulge in his pants and had a feel around with his thumb. Lexie's eyes were fixed on his hand, as much as she wanted not to follow his manoeuvers. Jackson let out a small laugh, seeing her all torn between pure lust that made her cheeks as red as that hopeless April's hair and the clearly uncomfortable feeling of lost control.
'Like what you see?'
Lexie nodded slowly, moving her eyes around his body, still hidden underneath scrubs. He came forward, so much forward that Lexie's nose touched his collar bone. His bulging cock rubbed against her and she welcomed it with joy; opening her legs a little, she allowed him to touch her now flustered and hot mound with it. He let out a small moan and bit into her neck, right over her pulse point. He sucked on it, until a bright red mark arose. Lexie wriggled around, both feeling dizzy with pleasure of being marked by the Plastics Posse and trying not to lose her balance. He was getting more and more hungry for her, hands travelling up and down her clothed chest. After what felt like a year of kissing her clavicle he slid his both hands under her shirt and found out that she was wearing a sports bra. She bent into a bow when he circled both her nipples, now perky and alert. Now even the duct tape couldn't mask the fact that she was moaning, loud and sweet. Seeing her close to clasp her legs around his waist, he stopped and sat on the floor. Confused and worked up Lexie shot him a tearful, desperate look. He gave her one of his cocky smiles and took a mobile phone out of his breast pocket. From what he was doing it looked like he texted someone. She felt very, very little and exposed, even though they were both fully clothed.
The door flunked open when Mark Sloan went inside, as usual full of radiant belief in himself and sporting a navy blue pair of scrubs. He smelled of cologne, coffee and something distant that could be either shampoo or scrubbing room soap. The combination of smells hit her and before she knew what she was doing she beamed at him with a look full of plea. Please, she thought, please do something. She was just not entirely sure what she wanted him to do.
Mark closed the door and leaned against it. He turned the lock under the door handle and took off his shirt. Slightly greyish hair trailed down his toned stomach and into his pants. He reached to Lexie's hands and cut off her restraints using scissors handed by observing Jackson. Lexie moaned with protest.
'I will buy you a new pair' Mark promised with a confident smile. Her arms were already sore and Mark laid her down on the floor, which was now laid with a red blanket taken from the nearby cabinet. He pinned her wrist to the floor and looked into her eyes. 'Don't move.'
Mark positioned himself on her left side near her head, Jackson sat hear her ankles, on the right side. The older man took what was left of her hanky and tied that around her eyes. She was now not only mute, but also blind. She felt him tugging on the hem of her scrubs top and pulling the garment of her. The slight difference of temperatures made her fabric clad breasts to shrink a little bit and her nipples were once again erect. One of the men, she was not sure which, placed a hand on her stomach and left it there, until her heavy breathing stopped and transformed into long, calm breaths. The hand moved down her, cupping her mound. She felt herself tremble and anticipated the slender fingers to violate her, but no such thing happened. The hand was just motionless. They want me to move, she realized. She pushed her hips up and felt explosive pleasure as the folds of her scrub pants and the nameless hand brushed against her. Wanting and waiting made a simplest touch hard to bear.
Suddenly she felt herself being grabbed under her armpits and lifted up so that she leaned against someone's knees. Two skilled palms cupped her breasts and then slid off her bra. Another set of hands tugged in her scrub pants and slid it off her while she moved her hips so that she could be freed of them. Her white cotton panties with little pink hearts were already soaked, so the cool air made her jump a little bit as she felt it crawl up her bare thighs. Someone's hands made little circles on them, massaging her muscles, sore after a long shift full of running up and down the stairs and pacing through the pit and various OR's. She relaxed completely and let herself be pleased.
Hot, wet mouth covered one of her perky nipples and she bent in joy. The second pair of lips bit on the fabric of her panties and slid it off all the way off her now bare legs. She lost control of her thoughts and was just a one giant nerve; she gave up on guessing who bit on her breasts and who kissed her inner thighs. Who pinched on her nipples and who slid his tongue in her tight opening. Who grasped her hair and who sucked on her little bud of nerves that made her put her calves on someone's shoulders. She wanted to grasp the intruder's hair but the hands were still pinned behind her.
Suddenly all caress stopped and she felt a shift around her. She tried to turn around but was put down right away; a delicate pair of hands grabbed her arms and she felt her now sore breasts being stroked with long, strong fingers. They wrote the whole alphabet on her trembling flesh and flicked on her nipples so that she shook with excitement. Meanwhile the second man kissed his way from between her breast down her tummy, which trembled with pleasure, and up to her mound. She felt someone grind his facial against her swollen flesh and let out a little squeak.
She was on a brink; her lower and upper parts were tortured with sweet slowness, and she felt like she was ready to explode. She tugged on the blanket and moved around so much that someone asked her with a dark, low voice –
'Do you want to say something?'
She nodded furiously, in need to say that can't bear anymore, she has so go, they need to let her go-
She winced as the duct tape was torn off her mouth but when she took a long, deep breath to say everything she wanted to spat out her mouth was claimed by a hungry tongue and full lips. The other lips attacked her pulsating pussy and she felt herself constrict and slide down the road to heaven. She kissed in pure agony and when she wanted to scream she didn't even know what or why she was screaming; it didn't really matter because her screams were muffled by her tormentor mouth.
They let her calm down and clothed her, still blindfolded. She remained silent, unsure what to do. When Mark took off her hanky off her eyes, she saw them both, all professional and ready to go.
'It never happened, babe' said Jackson in a calm, firm voice. 'It was just your imagination.'
'Yeah. You are exhausted with the night's shift. Go to sleep' added Mark with a wink of a joker.
And they both left, without another look or remark.