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“pretty sure i had a dream about this.”
“you sure it wasn’t a nightmare?” robby asks with a raised brow.
your mouth opens to respond to his question, to reassure him it wasn’t a nightmare, but memories flood your mind.
flashes of being wedged between them, two pairs of hands touching your body, while whispering filthy things in your ear make your blood run hot - far too hot for this small elevator.
definitely not a nightmare.
your silence grabs abbot’s attention, and his eyes immediately look for yours.
it’s easy for him to read the signs. easy for him to catch the way your chest rises a bit faster, notice how your thighs flex to relieve some of the heat thats growing between your legs.
so it’s effortless to make the same realization you do.
“robby, i don’t think it was a nightmare,” his head tilts at you.
the smirk on his face is enough to make robby connect the dots, in a matter of seconds, he seeks for your confirmation. the sheepish look on your face has him mirroring abbot’s smirk.
“which one of us was it?”
the elevator is stuck in its place, showing no sign of taking you to main floor, no sign of escape. instead you’re trapped. heat creeps up your body and the urge to hide from their gaze grows stronger with every passing second.
“come on, you can be honest, you won’t hurt our feelings.”
“dr. robby-“
“i’m off the clock, you can call me michael,” he nods crossing his arms over his chest - his biceps bulge under his black scrubs, no longer hidden under his zip up sweater.
“dr. abbot-“
the stern look on his face is enough to make you correct yourself.
“jack,” you look over to your second attending standing in front of you, “michael, i don’t think it would be appropriate-”
“it’s a simple question, no harm in answering,” jack whispers in your ear, his lips brush against your ear and a chill runs down your spine.
shivering at his words you move to step back, but you’re met with a firm chest. michael’s hands fall to your waist, keeping you from moving.
“it was both of you.”
a look is shared between the men and you’re quick to regret your words. you make a move to reach for the emergency button, but a pair of hands grip your hips and pull you in.
your ass is flushed against your attending’s groin and your hand that was reaching for the button is on jack’s chest.
“hey jack?” robby hums behind you.
“what is it, brother?”
“think it’s time to make some dreams come true.”
jack takes a step closer, closing the gap between you. the hand on his chest creeps up to his neck, pulling him into a kiss. it starts off sweet, innocent almost.
a sound seeps out from the back of your throat, and you nod your head at jack who looks at you for approval.
your whine is all robby needs before his hands fall from your waist and down to your ass, squeezing your flesh with desperation.
jack’s lips ghost over yours, barely kissing yours, until his hand caresses your cheek. his thumb traces your bottom lip, trapping it in his hold then letting it bounce back into place.
“look at me.”
his nose bumps yours, his mouth is open just enough to seem to inviting. his thumb guides you look at him and when you do, you’re scared to break eye contact.
luckily he breaks it, leaning to give you a real kiss. the kiss is messy, he’s licking into your mouth, desperate for a taste. sounds of your wet kiss the fill the elevator, but are interrupted by a deep groan behind you.
“jack,” robby scolds, “ you need to learn how to share.”
his words are the only warning you get when a firm hand finds your chin pulling you away from jack’s lips. before you can dwell on the loss, robby’s lips are on yours. his beard tickles, scratching at your skin when he moans into your mouth.
the stretch in your neck hurts, but robby makes up for it. he’s sweeter. he takes his time kissing you, trying to memorizes the feel of your mouth.
just teasing your bottom lip with his tongue making you push back against his chubbing cock.
“please.”
you feel dizzy. it’s hard to keep track of the hands on you.
a hand on your tit, squeezing harshly. another on your ass, giving it the same treatment as your tits. a third slipping past the elastic of your scrubs, and the fourth makes sure you can’t pull away from robby’s kiss.
the lace trim of your panties only fuel the hand slipping between your legs. the thin, soaked-through material does little to mask the fingers that expertly find your clit.
“fuckin hell, she’s soaked.”
robby pulls away only to let a chuckle tickle your ear, “you that wet, sweetheart?”
your eyes peel open to find your attending staring down at you, his lips curl with a soft smile. you nod, moving your hips to catch that hand that hooks your panties to the side.
before you can beg again, jack’s fingers prods at your entrance. using your wetness to ease the stretch, it isn’t long until your hole squeezes around him with a noisy squelch.
“fuckkk, you weren’t lying, i can hear her.”
your eyes fell shut a long time ago, so you blindly look for robby’s lips. a soft, almost nonexistent slap on your cheek brings your attention back to robby.
“you ok?” his words are soft and teasing.
“mhmm...”
his hands slip under your top, tugging the cups of your bra down - not carrying about the worn down material. you let out a whine when he rolls your hardening nipples between his fingers.
at the same time, jack, curls his fingers hitting that spot inside you that has your knees buckling. robby is quick to catch you with a chuckle.
“come on brother, think she needs more to get there.”
your head spins when you feel robby’s hand join jack’s. if the angle is awkward neither of them make a sound to complain, instead they coordinate their movements perfectly.
jack’s fingers curl inside you filling the elevator with your lewd sounds, all while michael rubs at your throbbing clit.
“fuck.”
robby has no problem teasing your clit, chuckling at how sticky you are. you can’t even process his words, too busy whining their names. they watch as your thighs begin to shake at their calculated movements.
“‘m gonna come.”
jack makes a noise that has your head falling back to rest on robby’s shoulder.
“look at me.”
the order flies over your head. too dizzy to follow through with the vet’s commands. it’s too much.
luckily, robby helps you. the hand tugging at your nipples, rises to your hand. squeeze your jaw with a firm grip, he forces you to face jack’s piercing gaze.
when your eyes finally meet, jack smiles at you, “doing so good for us, you’re so fuckin wet.”
incapable of responding you cry out when jack adds a third finger. you hands flies to hold jack’s forearm, digging your nails into his arm, silent plead to slow down and keep going. your walls clench uncontrollably around jack’s unapologetic fingers and the wet squelch lets them know you’re close, so they double their efforts.
pushing back to escape jack’s thrusts you’re met with a deep groan behind, “gonna make me come in my pants like a fuckin teenager.”
robby’s words suddenly make you hyper aware of his throbbing cock, straining in his scrubs. with an awkward bent in his knees, robby grinds his cock on your ass.
“so big,” you slur the praise, angling your head so you can meet his hungry lips once more.
trying your best to match robby’s rhythm, your hand reaches back for robby, tangling your fingers in his hair. gasping away from his kiss, your tongue licks into his mouth.
“fuuuck, you guys are so fuckin’ hot.”
whining into robby’s mouth, the hand that held onto jack’s forearm blindly reaches for his neck. without breaking the kiss, you pull jack closer.
it’s messy.
three noses bumping into each other, three tongues fighting for dominance, three pairs of lips smashing together.
spit - you’re not sure who’s - shines on your chin. robby rocks against your ass, pushing you even closer. a combination of your moans fill the elevator and your vision goes blurry. you pull away, but their lips find their new home on your neck.
“i’m coming.”
your body seizes, muscles tensing in their hold. with a silence moan, you lean into robby’s relentless strokes, you drip onto jack’s hand.
“that’s it…” jack praises, easing his fingers out of you.
finding his gaze you watch as his fingers disappear in his mouth, cleaning off his glistening fingers.
what a sight.
robby seems to agree because just a few seconds later, he’s groaning into your neck. the lazy open-mouthed kisses on your jaw cease while his body slumps onto yours, using your body to ride out his orgasm.
it takes a few minutes for you and robby to settle down, panting loudly in the small metal box. with heavy eyes you find jack’s smug ones that look down.
your eyes follow and land on his hard cock straining against the black material of his scrubs. bitting your bottom lip, your eyes jump back to his.
“how much longer do you think we’ll be stuck in here?”
instead of answering, you fall to your knees, scared to waste a single second.