Oscar's pulse hammered in his ears, the echo of Marcus's mocking laughter twisting like a knife in his gut as he spun on his heel, fists raised and ready to slam into that smug face. But Aleena's grip on his wrist tightened with surprising strength, yanking him back into the alcove's deeper shadows where the hum of fluorescent lights faded into something more intimate. Her tan skin glowed faintly against the dimness, her breath hot against his neck as she rose on tiptoes, her full breasts flattening against his chest once more while her fingers traced the rigid outline of his cock, stroking firmly through his scrubs with a slow, deliberate pressure that sent jolts of heat straight to his core. "Don't let him win this," she whispered, her voice a husky mix of command and desire, her free hand sliding up to tangle in his ginger hair, pulling his mouth down to hers in a fierce kiss that tasted of urgency and unspoken promises.

The rage didn't fade—it transformed, fueling the way Oscar's hands roamed her body with possessive hunger, gripping the curve of her ass to lift her slightly against the wall so her legs could part around his thigh. He felt the damp heat of her pussy through the layers of clothing as she ground down, her nipples pebbling harder against him with every roll of her hips, while her palm worked his shaft in rhythmic pumps that made his balls tighten with need. Emotion swelled in his chest, a tangled knot of shy devotion and fierce jealousy; she was his to claim amid this chaos, her enigmatic charm drawing him deeper even as Marcus's voice lingered like a threat. Their tongues danced, wet and insistent, the scent of her skin—clean soap mixed with something sweetly floral—overwhelming the sterile hospital air, and Oscar's free hand slipped beneath her top to cup one breast, thumb circling the taut nipple until she moaned softly into his mouth.

Yet the violence simmered just beneath, his mind flashing to dragging Marcus into view and pounding that arrogant smirk away, even as Aleena's touch anchored him, her fingers now tugging at his waistband to free the swollen head of his cock for direct contact, skin on skin, her thumb smearing the bead of precum with teasing strokes that built their shared frenzy toward something rawer.

Oscar's breath hitched as Aleena's thumb circled the slick head of his cock, spreading that hot bead of precum down his shaft in slow, deliberate glides that made his hips buck forward involuntarily. The alcove's shadows clung to them like a secret, the distant beep of monitors and Marcus's fading footsteps only sharpening the illicit thrill. Her tan fingers wrapped tighter around his thick length, stroking from root to tip with a rhythm that matched the pounding in his chest, while her own arousal soaked through her scrubs and onto his thigh, the wet heat of her pussy grinding insistently as she whispered encouragements against his lips. Emotion surged through him, a heady mix of shy adoration and possessive fire—Aleena was choosing him in this stolen moment, her enigmatic eyes half-lidded with genuine want, not just the game of rivalry.

He deepened the kiss, tongue exploring the warm velvet of her mouth as his hand slid lower, fingers hooking into her waistband to dip between her thighs and find the slick folds of her pussy. She was dripping, her clit swollen under his touch, and he rubbed firm circles there that drew soft gasps from her, her breasts heaving against him with each shared breath. The jealousy still burned, images of Marcus's smug face flashing behind his eyelids, but it only fueled the raw urgency in his movements, his free hand kneading her ass to pull her closer, their bodies rocking together in a desperate friction that sent sparks up his spine. Her scent enveloped him, that floral sweetness mingling with the musk of their building arousal, and Oscar felt his balls draw tight, the shy radiologist in him melting into pure, passionate need for this woman who ignited him so completely.

Aleena moaned softly into his neck as his fingers pushed deeper, two sinking into her tight heat while his thumb kept working her clit, her walls clenching around him in rhythmic pulses that promised more. She pumped his cock faster now, her grip slick and perfect, edging him toward release even as she arched her back to press her hardened nipples harder into his chest. The hospital's sterile chill faded against the fever of their skin, the threat of discovery only heightening every sensation, every shared heartbeat that bound them tighter amid the chaos.

Her fingers worked with insistent purpose, freeing more of his thick cock from the confines of his scrubs until her warm palm wrapped fully around the veined shaft, stroking him in long, deliberate pulls that made his hips buck forward involuntarily. Oscar groaned low against her lips, the sound vibrating between them as he deepened the kiss, his tongue exploring the wet heat of her mouth while his hand delved lower, slipping past the waistband of her pants to find the slick folds of her pussy already swollen and dripping with arousal. He parted her with two fingers, circling her clit in firm, rhythmic motions that matched her own teasing on his length, the damp warmth coating his skin as she rocked against him, her thighs quivering around his leg. The emotional pull between them intensified in that shadowed space—her mysterious allure drawing out his hidden passion, transforming jealousy into a desperate need to claim her here and now, her body responding with equal hunger.

The scent of their mingled arousal thickened the air, overriding the hospital's antiseptic bite, and Oscar felt the shy restraint he'd always carried melt away under her touch, replaced by raw possession as he pressed two fingers inside her tight entrance, curling them to stroke her inner walls while she gasped and clenched around him. Her breasts heaved against his chest with each breath, nipples dragging erotically through fabric as her strokes on his cock grew faster, her thumb pressing firmly over the sensitive head to spread more precum, building that coil of tension low in his belly toward release. Yet Marcus's shadow loomed at the edges of his mind, fueling the urgency—Oscar imagined yanking the rival in to witness this, to see Aleena's tan thighs spread for him instead, her enigmatic smile reserved only for the ginger radiologist who matched her fire.

She broke the kiss just long enough to whisper his name like a secret vow, her free hand tugging his ginger locks harder as she ground her clit against his palm, wetness slicking his fingers with every thrust. The friction built hotter, her pussy pulsing around his digits while her grip on his cock tightened, milking him with expert twists that edged him closer to spilling over her hand. In that stolen alcove, the violence and desire fused into one overwhelming force, binding them tighter even as external threats threatened to shatter the moment.

Ginger Envy: Hospital Hearts