Chapter thirteen
Teegan
“ P lease... please, Levi. It’s too much,” I whimpered as one of his hands forcefully held both of mine behind my back while the other had my hair wrapped around his fist.
His thrusts didn’t let up as he continued placing pressure on my lower back. It was all so fast and so deep that I could practically feel him in my stomach.
“Be a good girl and fucking take it. I know you can, Tesoro.”
My breaths were uneven as I essentially bounced back and forth, taking his entire length.
It felt amazing, but I was covered in sweat, tears, and other… bodily fluids, one of which I was currently about to make even worse.
“...I’m gonna cum again,” I whined, and he let go of my hair, pushing my face against the mattress. He held both of my hands from behind and continued to mercilessly pound into me as my back arched.
“Fuck, this tight little pussy is so damn good… taking all of my cock. Go ahead, baby, let it out,” he rasped, and I moaned softly as I’d come undone, quivering as his movements continued.
“That’s it… fuck yes,” he groaned, leaning his head back. He increased his pace, and tears filled my eyes as he continued. “Gonna fill this little cunt with everything I have. Cum with me, Tesoro… soak my cock one last time with your sweet cum. Oh, fuck,” he growled, closing his eyes in ecstasy, and I moaned as I’d come undone once again, feeling full as he did the same—
Shooting up out of my sleep, I panted as I looked over to the clock to see it was five in the morning. My face was most likely red as it felt on fire, and I was covered in sweat.
I was wet and sticky all over, but my mouth felt parched. I only had about thirty minutes before my alarm was to go off for my morning shift in the hospital, but that was the least of my worries.
His words… they got into my head.
I am essentially telling you that I want and plan on fucking you until you can’t take anymore and afterward buying you shit like flowers and candy. Giving you hugs and kisses in the same places that I plan on making you cum. Getting to know your likes and dislikes while also learning what makes you twitch and beg… hmmm, baby?
Now, I was no stranger to knowing how babies were made or what the male genitalia essentially looked like due to my medical knowledge and clinical training, but that dream was almost too graphic for my virgin brain. Standing, I rubbed my eyes softly as I tried to get the ungodly image of Levi and me together in my full-sized bed out of my head.
Getting dressed in a white button-up and black fitted pants, I slipped my feet into my black booties as I grabbed my white coat, scrubs, lunch bag, computer bag, and books.
There was a knock at the door, and I quickly went over to open it. Upon opening it, I was almost weak in the knees as the very man who I’d dreamt about last night was standing outside my door.
“Good morning, Tesoro,” he greeted me as he entered my apartment, and I nodded as I tried to form words.
“G-Good morning.”
He slowly grabbed a few things out of my hand. “Are you feeling all right, baby…? You seem tense.”
Go ahead, baby… let it out.
NO, TEEGAN.
“I-I’m fine… just a little tired. What are you doing here so early?” I asked, and he shrugged.
“Well... I wanted to give you a ride to the hospital today and also ask you if you’d like to come to my place this afternoon so I can help you study.”
“Oh, sounds fun! Let me just grab a few more things, and I’ll be down in a minute,” I said, smiling as I went into my room and let out a breath once I was out of his sight as he exited my apartment. Grabbing another change of clothes, I kissed Grayson goodbye as I filled his food and water bowl before walking out to join Levi in his car.
Sitting in the hospital after a rather hectic morning, I finally had a bit of a break as I ate my lunch. As I was finishing up a bit of charting, I opened my phone to see a message from Levi. Debating whether or not I felt like opening it, I sucked it up and opened the message.
Levi: Tesoro.
I replied as I took a bite of my bacon cream-cheese bagel.
Hmm?
What’s wrong? You weren’t yourself this morning at home or in the car.
It’s nothing. I was just thinking.
You’re always thinking, Tesoro. Thinking about what?
Looking at his message, I debated whether or not I wanted to tell him what really had happened.
I had a dream.
About?
...
Teegan.
… It’s embarrassing.
I promise not to say anything that would make you feel worse.
Sighing heavily, I typed the message out, biting my lip as I bravely pressed send, my cheeks growing red in the process.
We… were doing… you know.
I don’t know, Tesoro. Enlighten me, will you?
You said you wouldn’t make me feel embarrassed!!
Again, Tesoro, I have no clue what we are talking about.
There he goes with his manipulation tactics. He’s playing dumb. He definitely knows what I mean!
We were having… sex.
I anxiously took a bite of my bagel once again as I waited for his reply. Feeling like I had ruined everything, I had the sudden urge to throw my phone against the wall and plan on switching countries… when he responded.
Were we?
He asked almost teasingly, and I bit my lip as I replied.
Yeah... it was very vivid and... intense, if you will.
How so?
It was very... rough.
I felt rather bold for exposing my sinful dreams in such a manner. He didn’t respond for a few moments, but soon he’d sent another message, causing my eyes to practically shoot out of their sockets.
Was your little pussy happy?
I basically threw my phone across the room as my face went completely red, and it landed on the carpet, thankfully.
My pager buzzed on my hip as I was supposedly done with my break. I went over to my phone and forced it into my pocket before leaving the room, ready for my next case. I tried to blank out the message he’d sent, but it was becoming increasingly difficult.
Reaching my physician resident, I smiled as he handed me a chart of his patients.
“We have a few natural births occurring in the next few hours, but I want you to come to assist me in my next cesarean section.”
My eyes bugged out for the millionth time today, and I pointed to myself as if I was lost.
“M-me?”
“Yes, you, Teegan. The mother is a thirty-nine-year-old woman with four children. She has a condition in which her blood pressure is elevated, which prevents the placenta from getting the proper amount of blood needed and decreases oxygen flow to the baby. What is your diagnosis?”
Thinking about it for five seconds, I responded, “She has preeclampsia...”
“And if natural delivery is often recommended for this sort of condition, why are we performing a C-section?”
“Is the baby in breech position or in fetal distress?” I asked him quickly, and he nodded as he placed the clipboard down on the counter.
“Both. Now hurry up and scrub in. We’re in Operating Room #22,” he ordered, walking away.
I jumped up in place excitedly as I practically dashed to the locker room to change into a pair of scrubs.
The smile on my face overwhelmed my racing heart and feelings of fainting from excitement as I quickly switched out of my clinical clothing and threw on my scrubs and sneakers. After rushing over to OR 22, the nurses helped me scrub in, and I joined my resident as he was already prepping for the incision.
The attending physician wasn’t here yet, and as if he heard my thoughts, he said, “Dr. Rana will be here momentarily… but we don’t have much time to waste, and you’re the only student that I would trust a life in the hands of currently. Just follow, cut when I tell you, and retract when I need you to.”
I nodded quickly as he grabbed the scalpel. “Understood, sir.”
“Time out. We will be performing a cesarean section on a breeched and in-distress fetus. Mother is in preeclampsia and is prepped and ready. Damian Woods, fourth-year resident,” he said and looked over to me to speak.
“Teegan Monroe, third-year medical student.”
All of the other medical personnel followed, and soon, Damian was making the first incision. After twenty minutes of retracting, cutting, and dabbing away the blood with sponges, Dr. Woods made contact with the baby. Slowly, he pulled the little boy out, and I had to control my excitement as he handed the baby to me and clamped the cord.
Stepping over to the mother, who was doing her best, my heart swelled as she looked at her baby with utter love despite feeling the effects of the light anesthesia. Before handing the baby to the nurse beside me, I couldn’t help but smile as the baby cried its first cry in my arms.
Placing him in the sterile blanket, I went back over to the table to help close, which took another forty-five minutes in itself. Soon, we’d finished, and Dr. Woods was assisting me in taking off all of my bloody OR gear.
“Excellent job, Dr. Monroe. I will be calling you into the next case in about thirty minutes.”
“Not a problem… but I’m not a doc—”
“Yet. You aren’t one yet. If we didn’t have an actual curriculum to follow, you best believe I would be shitting bricks because you’d be able to replace me in a heartbeat. Now go get something to drink. You have a half hour.”
I nodded happily as I exited the OR area and ran to the bathroom.
Jumping up and down happily, I couldn’t help but feel tears of joy come to my eyes as all of my hard work had paid off.
Calling the first person I thought of at the moment, he answered on the first ring. “Tesoro.”
“I did good, Levi!” I cried happily as tears fell down my face. “I delivered my first baby in the operating room, a-and the doctor was proud of me! I’m so happy,” I cried, sobbing.
“Calmati, amore mio, calm down, Tesoro, breathe. I know you are excited, but I don’t want you to get yourself worked up.”
“Okay,” I whispered, wiping away my happy tears, and he chuckled softly.
“If only you knew how proud I am of you. Now take a breath and get some water, okay?”
“Okay,” I said again, laughing before he spoke once again, only this time in a much darker tone.
“For being such a good girl and doing such a good job... maybe you’ll get a reward when I see you, hmmm?” he muttered, and my cheeks flared up again as I thought back to his message from before.
“Okay, gotta run. I’ll see you later!” I said quickly as I ended the call and leaned against the door. The smile on my face was accompanied by a not-so-innocent blush as I recalled his rather colorful language in our text messages.
This day just gets better and better.