I released him and grabbed the tube of lubricant and began spreading it on my finger and then on his anus.
“Okay, Miss,” he began, before my sudden intrusion into his backside interrupted his train of thought and forced a groan from his lips. I continued to stroke his as my finger searched for and found his prostate, setting up a rhythm that combined pressing on the sensitive gland with my finger and dragging across it as I slid in and out. I leaned into Travis, spreading my legs and pushing my crotch against his hard, muscled leg. Through my scrub pants and underwear, he couldn’t feel how wet I was, and his head was thrown back now as he gulped for air and moaned at the sensations assaulting his body. I was riding his leg to my own orgasm. I kept my face steeled and impassive as it washed over me, not talking so as not to give myself away and moment later, Travis climbed the same peak, thrusting his ass back hard against my finger as he grunted, “Oh, Miss Dara, uhn, oh, almost, uhn…”
“Remember the cup,” I had composed myself enough to say, and he brought the specimen cup up over the tip of his cock in time to catch the jets of semen as they shot from him. I was all business this morning, quickly taking the cup and setting it on the shelf before I cleaned up the lube between his cheeks and wiped down his cock with more wipes.