[m/f] one last time. [quickie in a storage room] [blowjob]

For the last six months or so, I've had a friends with benefits arrangement with an old pal of mine. He'd been single for a little while and was getting frustrated with playing the dating game with how busy and unpredictable his schedule was, balancing med school and a placement at a hospital that saw him working long hours and being on call.

Let's call him Oliver.

Now, I've been in situations before with busy, busy boys and conflicting schedules, so I like to turn it into a little game.

Maybe, if you're good, I'll tell you the story of how it originated.

You might remember the game Marco Polo, and it's just as fun when you're all grown up, but it has some different rules now.

When you're schedule is clear, and you can meet up in the next few hours and could do with a good fuck, you text your friend. This text would normally say "hey, I'm free at the moment, and if you're free too, we should hook up! no pressure if you're not free, just putting it out there. Hope you're having a good day ;) xx". Instead, we get to condense this into one word.

Marco.

If they're free, the text back Polo. Then you set a time and place. For good, busy boys, if I send out a Marco, they get a twelve hour window to reply before I take care of business myself.

Now, Oliver and I have been playing Marco Polo for a little while now, but a few weeks ago, he got some news of a new placement, about 200 miles away. Good for him, it's a great opportunity, not so great for us, so we'd been letting things cool off for a bit.

He left this morning, and had his last shift at our local hospital last night. So I thought I'd give him a going away present. For a ten hour shift in the ER, he gets a break around the six hour mark. Now, last night that brought his break time to about two am.

One thirty, I send him a text. You guessed it.

Marco.

It took him a few minutes, but sure as anything...

Polo. I get off at four. morning fuck at yours, six thirty?

He's not calling the shots today, though.

take your break at 2. meet me in the supply store room between the ER and imaging.

Knowing your way around your local hospital pays off, sometimes. So does knowing which store rooms aren't well frequented through the night.

Let's skip ahead.

It's five to two when I get in there, making my way in, hopping up to sit on the credenza in the nook behind the shelves to wait.

and wait.

and watch my phone as the minutes tick by. It's five past by the time the door opens, and I hold my breath, hoping it's him. The door closes behind him, shutting out the light from the hall, leaving the room dim. I let out a breath as he rounds the corner of the shelf, recognising his footfalls. He stops a moment.

"It's busy out there," he says, his voice low and warning. "Don't speak. Do you understand?"

I nod. He closes the space between us, and I can't say a word, letting out a breath as he bites down on my neck, pushing my legs apart roughly, pulling up my skirt, his hand grazing against the fabric of my panties. He smirks, biting at my ear.

"You're already wet for me." he notes, his fingers sliding under the fabric, giving a slow, languid stroke up my slit, pressing down on my clit a moment, before sliding back down to my hole, moving slowly around my entrance. "Such a good girl."

I shift my hips under his fingers as he presses into me. It feels good, to be teased and touched, and waiting days for it, to be his one last time before he leaves. I grind my hips against his fingers. I let out a moan, betraying my pleasure to him.

He stops. His eyes darken, his fingers pulling away from my core. "What did I say?" I look to the floor, the sudden absence of him leaves me cold as he murmurs in my ear, his hand coming up to press his fingers into my open mouth. I suck down, tasting myself on his fingers.

"You make another noise and this stops." he hisses, pressing his fingers against my tongue. "don't think I won't just walk away."

I believe him. He would, too, walk away and leave me wanting. He knows that I want this just as badly, if not more badly than he does, even if the hard cock straining against his pants says otherwise. He watches me closely, my cheeks turning red as he fucks my mouth slowly with his fingers.

"Are you going to be my good girl?" he asks. I meet his eyes again. He pulls his fingers from my lips, running them along my jaw. He pulls back to look at me a moment, waiting for my answer. I nod, silently.

"Panties off." he says, holding my gaze. I obey, silently, shifting to drop them to the floor. The sound of his belt unbuckling and his zip as he frees his cock from his pants makes me shiver. This is the point he stops taking his time.

He pushes into me, suddenly and hard. I let out a gasp, stretching around him as I ache, his cock deep inside me, and he gives me a warning look, staying perfectly still. He raises an eyebrow. I catch my breath, before starting to rock against him, and he finally starts to move inside me, shifting a hand down to play with my clit.

It doesn't take long for his hard fucking me to make me start to shudder, his fingers rubbing tight circles against my clit, my cunt slick and wet against his cock, grinding against him as he angles himself right into my spot. I start to get breathy as he bites at my neck, his free hand moving from holding himself stable against the furniture up to my neck, his thumb pressing in hard below my jaw as I get closer and closer.

He squeezes down on my neck in warning, watching closely as a bite my lip, eyes rolling back. "Quiet." he warns, as my breath hitches and I come on his cock, hard and quickly. He finally slows as I pulse around him, releasing his hand from my throat, giving me a moment as he pulls out, still rock hard and covered in my wetness as his hand moves to my hair, gripping as he pulls my head back. I can't take my eyes off him as I reel from my orgasm, his eyes still dark with desire.

"Clean me off." he says, his hand on the back of my head as I hop down from the credenza and down to my knees, taking him deep into my mouth as he leans back against the wall, closing his eyes. "Oh, fuck" he lets out, his voice still barely a whisper. It doesn't take long for his fingers to tighten on the back of my head, pushing deeper into my throat, finding the spot where I gag and holding me there, bringing tears to my eyes as he fucks my mouth.

Getting closer, he lets out a moan as my nails dig into his thighs, and as he speeds up, I remember that he'd mentioned he'd like to try something he hadn't done before. I stop, right as he starts to swell in my mouth, pulling my lips off of his cock and his eyes meet mine, confused for a moment before it clicks. "Oh, fuck," his mouth falls open in surprise, his hand taking over from my mouth, keeping eye contact as he strokes himself over the edge, and I close my eyes just as he comes hard, letting his load off over my face.

His strokes slow and I bring my mouth to his cock. Breathing hard, he's reeling, cupping his hand to my cheek as I suck him clean, his come sticky on his fingers. I finally feel him relax, his breathing becoming deep, and even.

His pager goes off. Perfect timing. He releases his hand from my hair, hurriedly zipping his pants back up, doing up his belt, giving me a hand up from my knees, pulling a handkerchief from his pocket and pressing it into my hand. He smiles, turning to leave. I pull him back, planting a kiss on his mouth.

"I'll see you in a few months." I say. He goes back to work. I take some time to wipe my face clean, but there's no denying that my mascara had started to run. I collect myself, leave a few minutes after he does, and on my way out, I'm stopped by a chaplain.

"Are you okay, miss?"

It looks like I've been crying.

"I'm fine thank you. I just need to get home."

It's two thirty in the morning.