DR. HOT BITCH GOES TO POONTOWN
By: Kimpy0464
Prompts: nurse, parka
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A/N: In Honor of Ninapolitan's Auspicious Birthday
I look across the operating room table into her deep brown eyes. All I can see is her fucking Bambi eyes.
Fuck! I hate having a hard on during surgery!
Nurse Bella Swan has been my scrub nurse for three years. Every goddamn fucking day for three years, I've seen those beautifully perfect eyes staring at me, the rest of her face hidden from view. If she wasn't so good at what she does, I'd get her reassigned to another surgical suite, because she is so distracting. Her hair, her face, her body, are always hidden from view under our surgical gear, but I know what she looks like. I see her walk by after our shift, after she's showered, and smells like fucking heaven. It drives me nuts every time.
Having Bella Swan as a scrub nurse is as close to nirvana as I will ever come. She's the kind of intuitive nurse who guesses what I need before I actually need it. She watches me closely, knows the surgical procedures inside and out, and gives me what I need. Every time. Always, with those Bambi eyes.
Until today.
Today, Bella Swan showed up with bloodshot eyes. She has never done that before. She isn't a partier, so she can't be hung over. Still, something is off. I had to actually ask her for a Kelly clamp—she is always right on that shit before I even need to ask. Something is majorly wrong with Nurse Swan.
"Swan? You okay?"
"I'm so sorry, Dr. Cullen. It's nothing."
"Your eyes are red."
She sighs deeply. "Yes, they are."
"I don't suppose you care to elaborate."
"No, I do not."
"Is there anything I can do?"
"No."
"Could you mop my brow, please?"
"Yes, of course." She dabs my forehead with sterile gauze.
"Thank you."
"You're welcome."
That's all we say to one another during the remainder of the procedure.
When I get out of surgery, it's late. I talk to the patient's family, tell them how everything went. I turn off my pager and head for the locker room. I need to shower and get the hell out of here. Once I hear the sobs, however, thoughts of anything else flee my brain.
Bella!
I quickly send a text page to Swan, telling her to meet me in the consult room. I have to find out what's going on.
About 2 minutes later, she arrives. Eyes red. Sniffling.
"Now Bella, I think you need to tell me what's going on. I would hate to have anything affect your work like it did while we were in surgery. I need to know that I can count on you when the shit hits the fan. You weren't with me today, and that's not okay."
Her face flashes in anger for a moment. "I have never let my personal life interfere with my work, Dr. Cullen! You know that!"
"Bella, I had to ask you for a Kelly clamp for Christ's sake! I've never had to ask you for anything!"
"Give me a fucking break! You have to ask other scrub nurses for instruments!"
"But those other scrub nurses don't work for me anymore, and you do. You're the best, which is why I want you."
"My idiot boyfriend broke up with me. There. I said it. I'm humiliated and embarrassed, and I just wanted to forget he ever happened."
"Bella, I had no idea. I'm so sorry. I thought…"
"What did you think?" She says, her voice cracking.
"I thought that somehow you were upset with me."
"Dr. Cullen, why would I be upset with you? You're the nicest surgeon I've ever met. You're professional, skilled, personable, and everyone knows you're the H…" She stops speaking abruptly.
"I'm the what?"
"Umm, nothing.
"Please don't patronize me, Bella. Just say it."
She signs, resigned to telling me. "Everyone knows you're the Hot Bitch."
I quirk my head to the side, uncertain of what I just heard. "The Hot Bitch?"
Her face flushes the most beautiful shade of red I've ever seen. She giggles nervously. "Yeah, all the nurses think you're hot. You're pretty much the center of attention in the break room."
"I am?"
"Oh, come one! You have to know the appeal you have to women!"
"No, I guess I never paid very close attention. But I'm not interested in what other women think of me; I only care about your opinion."
"Mine?"
"Bella, you have to know what your eyes do to me, peeking over that surgical mask. Jesus, sometimes I can barely concentrate you make me so fucking hard. Just by looking at me."
She swallows audibly, then whispers, "Really?"
"I should have thought that was obvious by now. Did you miss the fact that my OR playlist includes Closer? I want to fuck you like an animal?"
"That was for me?"
"Of course. You don't think I care about nurse Ratched do you?"
She giggles. "Well, no, I didn't think you wanted to fuck her like an animal! I just thought Nine Inch Nails was your way to get pumped up for surgery."
"That's one way of putting it."
The blush returns. I fucking love it.
"Have you ever been fucked like an animal, Bella?"
"No."
"Do you want to find out what it feels like?"
Her response is breathy. "Yes."
I step in closer to her, so close that she can feel my breath on her skin. I step behind her and whisper into her ear. "I'm hard the minute I smell your hair and skin. All I can think about are the different ways I could take you on the OR table. I think about sneaking into the locker room shower with you, helping you get your fucking incredible body clean."
I take a chance and press my hard cock into her ass. I hear her moan.
"Do you want to feel my cock thrusting in and out of your sweet, hot pussy?"
"Yes."
"Do you want to take me in your hot fucking mouth?"
"Oh, yes."
"Do you want to ride on my face until you cum so hard you don't remember your name?"
She whimpers. "Oh my God, yes!"
"Then fucking strip for me, Swan. Now."
I help her out by tugging on the string of her scrubs. They fall to the floor, and I can finally meet the pussy I've been dreaming about.
She's wearing a fucking thong.
I feel her tugging at my scrubs.
"Jesus, Carlisle! Commando? How the hell will I ever be able to concentrate in the OR again, knowing you go…oh fuck me sideways, you have a parka?!!"
"Well, I am British."
"Holy hell, I cannot resist a parka!"
I can hear her breath hitch. Before I know it, she's on her knees, and my cock is in her mouth.
Let it be known that Bella Swan's OR skills pale in comparison to her fellatio technique. She's all over my fucking rod, sliding the foreskin easily along my length. When she pulls the foreskin so that it covers the tip of my cock, she pulls it gently between her teeth, nibbling at it. It's so sensitive, and her actions make my cock ten times harder, if that is even possible. I hear a deep groan escape from my throat. As much as I want her to keep going, I have other plans for my orgasm.
I put my hands under her arms, signaling for her to stand up. Our mouths meet, hungry for each other. As our tongues dance together, I slowly back Bella into the wall. I work off her scrub top, taking in her beautiful tits. She is fucking breathtaking.
I direct my attention to her breasts, pinching one nipple while I take the other between my teeth. I hear her utter a long fuuuuuuck, Carlisle, and start to work my way down to her pussy. I can smell her everywhere, and it's all I can do to keep from attacking her.
Well, I did promise to fuck her like an animal, after all…
I make quick work of taking off her thong, and place one of her legs over my shoulder. I run my finger along her slick lips, wet with evidence of her arousal. I can't wait another second—my tongue goes straight for her clit while I slide my fingers into her. She's making a series of incredible little noises: Moans, gasps, whispers.
That won't fucking do, Bella. I need your screams. My Cullenlingus skills are legendary.
I lift her other leg over my shoulder, so she is completely supported on the wall. My fingers reach for that sweet spot deep inside of her, and I know it's only a matter of time for the screams to arrive. I start nibbling on her clit in time with my fingers inside her, and it's all over.
"Fuck, Carlisle! Don't stop…yes, oh yes…shitshitshit…please…please…please…ohGod…CARLISLE!!"
I smile as she screams my name.
Now, on to the main event…
I unhook her legs from my shoulders, leaving her propped against the wall while she recovers. I lean against her, pressing my cock into her stomach, to remind her there is a second act in this show. She gives me the smile of one very satisfied woman, and whispers in my ear.
"Carlisle, there is something in my the pocket of my scrub top I need you to get for me."
I raise an eyebrow with interest. "Oh?"
She nods. "Go find it for me, please; I have no idea where you flung it."
"I wasn't really paying attention to the top, but rather what was underneath."
"Well, I'm just saying it will be worth your while to find it."
I scramble around the consult room, trying to find where it landed. I find two sets of scrub bottoms, but no top. I finally find it on top of a lamp. I rifle through the pocket and find…an alcohol swab?
I hold it up to show her, confused. She shakes her head.
"No, no, not the alcohol swab. Look again."
I don't see anything else in there, so I just shake the whole pocket out, then I see it: KY Jelly. Fuck me.
"Bella, why do you walk around with KY Jelly in your scrub pocket?"
"Dr. Cullen, every good nurse always has alcohol swabs and KY Jelly in her pockets. For when we put in the Foley catheters in the OR."
Oh, I hadn't thought about that. That just illustrates to me again what a good nurse she is—always thinking ahead.
"I hate to be obvious, but I don't really think you need any additional lubrication, Bella. You're deliciously wet already."
"Not in the right place, I'm not."
Oh, fuck me…she wants anal sex?
My cock swells even more, and I'm so fucking ready for her. I walk over with the KY and hand it to her. She opens the package with her teeth, squirts it into her palm to warm it up, then coats my rod with it. She reaches back and lubes up herself.
"Now, are you going to fuck me like an animal, or not?" she purrs to me.
"You aren't going to know what fucking hit you, Swan," I warn.
She leans over the desk, her perfect, round ass sticking out for me. "I'm waiting, Carlisle." She wiggles her ass for emphasis.
"You really shouldn't have said that…" I warn, rubbing my cock near her entrance.
With one hand on her hip and the other at the base of my cock, I press into her gently, until I can feel the head pop past her muscles. I hear her sharp intake of breath, and pause to let her adjust to my cock inside of her.
"You okay?" I grunt.
"Yes; you're pretty thick. Give me a second."
I use the moment to gently rub my hands over her gorgeous ass.
"Okay, I'm ready."
I slowly, gently slide into her, feeling her tightness surround my cock.
"Jesus, Bella, so tight…"
She just moans her reply. "Mmmmm…"
"I'm all the way in. Touch yourself, Bella."
She instantly complies with my request, stroking her clit, while I use both hands on her hips, gradually picking up the speed of my thrusts. As her climax approaches, she starts flexing her hips, arching her back into me. She's so fucking tight I can hardly stand it, knowing my own release is imminent.
"Are you close Bella? Can you cum with me?"
She's breathing so hard she can't answer my question, she just nods her head vigorously. I'm slamming into her so hard my balls are slapping her pussy. Just watching my cock move in and out of her tight little ass is enough to make me cum. She's so fucking hot.
"I'm so close Bella…I need you to cum for me…fuuuuckfuckfuckfuckfuck." I hear myself moan
"I'm cumming…sohard…ohfuck…godeeperCarlisle…fuckmehard…YES!"
Her words push me over the edge. I use my hands to slam her hips into me with each pulse of my orgasm.
Fucking heaven.
We collapse on the floor, both panting and sweaty.
She reaches out to touch my cheek. "That was fucking incredible, Carlisle. I think Dr. Hot Bitch just made me into his bitch."
"Good. It's about time you forgot about that idiot boyfriend who broke up with you."
"Who?" she smiles at me.