Rough Claim — Five

Hospital Heat

Sienna’s POV

The night shift was dragging on and my feet were already aching. I hurried down the quiet corridor in my fitted blue scrubs, ponytail swinging, when Dr. Reyes asked me to quickly grab some extra sterile dressing kits from the supply room.

I turned the corner and nearly bumped into Mr. White.

The tall, broad-shouldered cleaner stopped, a slow, dirty grin spreading across his face the moment he saw me. We had had a very hot, very secret thing going on a few months back, and the chemistry was still there.

“Sienna,” he murmured, eyes dropping to my chest. “Looking fuckable as always.”

Before I could slip past, his big hand came up and gave my right tit a firm slap through my scrubs. The sting made me gasp.

“Mr. White,” I whispered sharply, “not out here.”

He backed me into the supply room and locked the door. “Then stop teasing me every time you walk by.”

I pretended to look for the dressing kits on the shelves, but my heart was pounding. Mr. White came up behind me and started unbuttoning my scrub top with practiced fingers. The moment it fell open, he unhooked my black lace bra and let my full, round breasts spill free.

“Fuck, I missed these,” he groaned.

He latched onto my left nipple, sucking hard and deep, while his hand squeezed and played with the other. I moaned, gripping the shelf as his tongue worked my sensitive peaks. He switched sides, biting gently, sucking harder, making my knees weak.

We were both getting lost in it when the door clicked open.

Mr. K stepped inside and froze. The younger, stocky cleaner stared at me — scrubs open, tits out, Mr. White’s mouth still on my breast.

“Shit,” I breathed, trying to cover up. “Mr. K… please don’t say anything. I will make it worth your while. Whatever you want.”

Mr. K’s eyes darkened with lust. “Whatever I want?”

Mr. White pulled off my nipple with a wet pop and smirked. “Come on, man. Get a taste. She’s dripping for it.”

Mr. K closed the door and moved in. Both men attacked my chest. Mr. White took my right breast while Mr. K claimed the left. Two hot, hungry mouths sucking and biting my tits at the same time had me moaning loudly. Their hands roamed — squeezing my ass, stroking between my thighs until I was soaked.

They yanked my scrub pants and panties down. I kicked them aside and spread my legs wide, leaning back against the shelves.

Mr. White freed his thick cock and rubbed the head along my slick folds, teasing me. “Beg for it, nurse.”

“Please… fuck me,” I whimpered.

He pushed inside slowly, stretching me open inch by inch, then started a deep, steady rhythm. I moaned with every thrust as he gradually fucked me harder. Mr. K spat directly onto my pussy, right above where White’s cock was sliding in and out, making everything slippery and filthy. While White fucked me, K sucked hard on my tits, biting my nipples and squeezing them roughly.

Mr. White built me up slowly, changing angles, hitting that perfect spot over and over. My moans grew louder. I tried to hold back, but the relentless pounding finally pushed me over the edge. I came hard around his cock, my pussy clenching and gushing as my legs shook.

Only then did Mr. White groan and slam deep, filling me with thick, hot cum. It leaked out around his cock as he kept thrusting through his orgasm.

The second he pulled out, Mr. K took his place. He was thicker, stretching me even more. He started slow and deep, grinding against my clit with every stroke while Mr. White returned to my breasts, sucking, biting, and slapping them lightly.

Mr. K fucked me harder, his hips slapping against mine. He reached down and rubbed my swollen clit in fast circles while continuing those powerful thrusts. The combination was too much. I came again, even harder than before, crying out as my pussy spasmed around his thick cock, juices mixing with Mr. White’s cum and dripping down my thighs.

Mr. K groaned loudly and buried himself to the hilt, pumping me full of his own load. He kept thrusting slowly, pushing the mixed cum deeper until it was running down my legs in messy streams.

I was still trembling, scrubs wide open, covered in bite marks and sweat, when the supply room door opened again.

Dr. Reyes stood in the doorway, clipboard in hand, eyes wide with shock at the sight of me — legs spread, cum dripping down my thighs, two cleaners on either side of me.

His mouth opened, but no words came out yet.