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I might have been stupid to initiate this. To think that he was healed enough. But even though I feel shitty for hurting him, his thin hospital gown is doing nothing to hide the raging erection lifting the fabric like a small summit I can’t help but conquer.
If I can’t ride him, there’s really only one other option.
As I climb off Brice, I’m sure he’s got it in his head that I’m giving up. Which is why he grabs at my arms, saying, “I can work through the pain.”
The desperation in his voice is cute. It’s also reassuring to know that I still have this effect on him. Just a few hours ago, I thought I was losing him. His cock is a firm reminder that I still hold the same power over him that I did that first night in front of the laptop. Maybe even more now.
When I’m fully off the bed, his grip loosens as he seems to give into the fact that sexy times are over. He doesn’t figure out that it’s only just begun until I lift his gown up and take the full length of his cock in my mouth without even the slightest hesitation.
“God, Tess,” he groans out, his left hand gripping at the mattress and his right digging into my hair and scraping at my scalp.
If I’m completely honest, this position isn’t exactly comfortable. My back is bent at an awkward angle as I hover over him, trying not to put any weight on his legs. But when I shift a bit and lean against the railing on the bed, I find a position that should last me until I make him cum. Not that it’s going to take very long.
Brice is already pressing his hips against me as his hand pulls me down. I almost gag as his dick hits the back of my throat, but I hold it back. I may have been busy getting myself off in front of the camera these past few weeks, but it seems that Brice hasn’t hadn’t any release since the last time we were together. So there’s no doubt in my mind that he’s going to cum fast and he’s going to cum hard, just so long as I keep this rhythm up.
When his legs tense up and he pushes into me one last time, deeper than any of the times before this, I know that he’s seconds away from exploding inside my mouth. So I keep going, throwing myself into the motion, making sucking noises that probably sound the opposite of sexy, but he doesn’t seem to care. Because in the next moment, his semen is filling my mouth. His hands are gripping almost painfully in my hair, and he’s holding his breath as he quivers against my lips.
When he finally falls back against the bed, all the tension melting away, I slide off his cock. This earns an extra shiver from him and he remembers that his fingers are tangled up in my hair. After releasing his grip, he rubs his hand down my head like I’m a favorite pet.
“That was incredible,” he says in breathy little gasps. I love that I can get him off like this, and his basking in the post-orgasmic experience is just a cherry on top of the cake.
“Sorry it took so long to get around to that.” I smack my lips and swallow again. “You’ve been sa
ving it up for a while now, haven’t you?”
“I just wish there was something I could do for you.”
Me too, I think but keep this opinion to myself. The fact is that he needs to heal more before we can engage in any vigorous activity. So when he guides me to lie on the bed with him, snuggling up behind me and wrapping his arm around me, I think nothing of it beyond the fact that this is what I’ve been missing the past few weeks. I’ve been needing this, like an addict craves the next hit. Going cold turkey just left me feeling like I’d been left out at night, shivering and forgotten.
But a renewed warmth starts in my heart, like the emotion is overflowing, spreading to the rest of my body as the awareness hits me: this isn’t just what I always want; Brice is what I need.
It’s not long before the exhaustion of the past few days comes down on me like a warm wave, and I feel myself drifting off. The only thing keeping me tethered to the waking world is Brice’s hand as it slips past my belly button and under the hem of my loose-fitting scrubs. When his fingers sneak under my panties and slide across my clit, I bite my lips, trying to hold the moan in.
I didn’t know how wet I’d gotten going down on Brice. I part my legs just enough to give him more access. One finger presses inside of me and I shift on my hips, pushing against his touch. Having just been on the edge of sleep has left me with all my defenses down. I forget where I am and allow myself to groan as he slides in and out of me, his thumb rubbing circles around my clit. The pressure builds quickly, especially when his other hand comes around from under my head, his forefinger pressing inside my mouth.
I suck on it while I cum, trapping his hand between my tense thighs, shivering as my brain releases the last of the dopamine, which washes over every nerve in my body, leaving me utterly relaxed and perfectly content.
With Brice curled up around me, there’s no fighting sleep any. One moment I’m fantasizing about what the future will bring between me and Brice, and the next I’m waking up to banging on the door.
“Open this door this instant,” comes the agitated voice of Nurse Ross. I can hear her calling down the hallway, requesting security. But before they can show up, I leap out of Brice’s grasp and drag the wheelchair out from where I had jammed it under the door handle. I then go to open the door, but it swings open with enough force that it thwacks me in the face. Something in my nose clicks, and then I’m on the ground, blood gushing out between fingers clutching at my face.
“Of all the childish things to do,” the constipated-looking Nurse Ross from earlier is muttering as she barges in. But her face drops when she sees me huddled on the ground. “Oh, Sweet Lord. What have I done?”
She’s helping me up, but her attention quickly turns to Brice. He’s awake and watching this disaster with a horrified look.
“Are you alright?” he asks.
The nurse takes a hold of my chin, lifting my head so I’m looking at the ceiling. She tilts her head left and then right. “I don’t think it’s broken, but an X-ray wouldn’t hurt. Let’s get you down to the ER and have you checked out.” She looks between us one last time and shakes her head. “First your little stunt last night. Then blocking the door? I was this close to banning you from the hospital. But I guess that’s not going to happen now. Not if I want to keep my job. So how about a deal? You keep quiet about this, and I’ll keep quiet about everything else.”
I nod, afraid to talk because I’m sure I’ll just get blood in my mouth. As she leads me out into the hallway, Brice calls out after me.
“Nothing’s ever boring with you, is it?”
No, I guess it’s not.
Chapter 19
Four Months Later
