by Kimberly Fox
He throws his head back and groans as I take him into my mouth, sliding his big dick through my hungry lips. I coat every inch of it with my tongue before pulling it out and licking it from the base all the way up to the tip. He tastes so fucking good, and I can’t get enough of it.
I’ve crossed the line I promised I wouldn’t cross. I broke the rule I promised I wouldn’t break. But I don’t fucking care about any of that. This feels too good to stop. It feels too right to regret.
“Fuck, that mouth,” he hisses through clenched teeth. “I’ve been dreaming of those lips and that sexy little tongue since I first saw you looking hot as fuck in your lab coat.”
I suck him harder as his filthy words make my pulse race dangerously fast.
“Don’t make me cum, Madison,” he says as his arms flex. “I want to fuck you hard with this big cock. I want you to climb over me and drop your spread pussy down on it.”
A warm thrill rips through me at the thought. I want the same thing. I want to feel him in me. I’m a slave to his words. I’m at his complete and utter mercy. My pussy is aching and ready to do exactly what he says.
Now that I’ve finally given in, I have no restraint left. I’m ready to fuck my patient on his hospital bed. I’m totally corrupted.
And I fucking love it.
His big hands are tugging at the bottom of my shirt, and I release his cock for only as long as it takes him to pull my shirt off, and then I’m back on it, sucking his long dick.
“God, you are so fucking sexy,” he says in a deep throaty voice as he looks at my breasts that are still trapped in my bra. “Take your bra off for me. I want to see your beautiful tits.”
I’m taking short rough breaths as I pull his cock out of my mouth and look over my shoulder at the closed door, cursing the fact that it doesn’t lock. It’s after midnight, and the hall is dark, the room is darker, and the nurses tend not to bother the patients while they’re sleeping. Someone could come in and see us, but right now I’m willing to risk it. Any sense of reason I had disappeared the second I touched his abs.
Shane licks his lips as I stand up and unclasp my bra. “Come here,” he demands in a firm dominant voice that makes my nipples so hard they ache.
I climb over him, being careful not to move him too much as I place a leg on each side of him, straddling his sexy body. I’m wearing a skirt, and I can’t help but be obsessed with the fact that my spread pussy is hovering over his hard, naked cock. Just a thin layer of wet underwear is between them.
He takes my breasts in his big hands and pulls me forward until my nipples meet his lips. I shudder as his hot tongue rolls across the aching nub.
“Oh, Shane,” I moan, arching my back as he sucks on it. He’s driving me wild with the way he’s swirling his tongue around my nipple, and kissing, licking, and nibbling every inch of my breasts. He’s still holding them firmly as he shifts sides, taking my other nipple into his mouth as I lower my hips down.
I glance at the closed door, hoping no one comes in. The thrill of getting caught like this is making it even hotter.
We both moan as my pussy hits his hard shaft, and before I can stop myself, I’m grinding against him. Every time my throbbing clit hits his cock, I get pulled in deeper and deeper until all I can think about is getting his dick inside me.
“Fuck, Madison,” he groans. “You’re so wet for me. I can feel your pussy leaking through your panties onto my cock. Are you always this wet for me?”
“Yes,” I moan as he reaches down and slides his hand over my hot mound. I lift my hips for him and nearly come on the spot when his hand connects with my sex. “I can’t stop thinking about you either.”
The lust has taken over. All of my secrets are coming out.
“I knew it,” he says, smirking as he peels my underwear to the side, exposing my pussy. I crush my lips to his, erasing his smirk as he slides his fingers through my wet folds. He slips a finger inside me, and I moan into his mouth.
It feels so fucking good as he adds another finger and pushes in deeper. Why did I prevent this for so long? Why did I deny that I wanted this?
“Do you touch yourself down here when you think of me?” he asks when I throw my head back and nearly cry out. He slides his two fingers out of me and rubs them over my hard clit, rubbing in little circles as my body stiffens.
“Oh, fuck,” I gasp as he rubs me even harder. “I do. I think of your hard cock and make myself come.”
He grunts his approval and slides his skilled fingers back in, taking turns between my hole and my clit until I’m stuffing my face into the pillow and coming on his hand.
The pillow drowns out most of my cry as the orgasm tears through me, sending waves of heated pleasure flowing through every inch of my body all the way to my core.
My legs are trembling as Shane takes over, gripping my waist with his powerful hands. My panties are still peeled to the side as I grab his cock and guide it into my pussy.
This time I have no pillow to scream into, so I just clench my teeth and hiss out a moan as I slide down his length, enjoying every delicious inch.
He’s so big and thick. I’ve never been with anyone who even came close to filling me like this. Once I slide all the way down, I just hold him there, enjoying the feeling of him stuffing me completely. Our glossy eyes meet as I rub my clit on his hard pelvis, enjoying the shocks of pleasure shooting through my body.
I can’t believe I’m doing this. The door is unlocked, and anyone can just walk in and see me servicing my patient in the most intimate way. “This is so wrong,” I moan as I stare into his eyes.
But it doesn’t stop me from moving my hips up and down on his cock.
“I know,” he whispers back. “But I don’t want to stop.”
“Me neither.”
His hands move to my ass as I start moving my hips up and down faster, trying to be careful that I don’t break his back again.
I glance at the door as our groans start to come out louder and faster. He squeezes my ass cheeks and throws his head back, looking like he’s about to come.
“Come on my cock, Madison,” he groans. “Let that tight pussy go.”
His sexy tattooed arms and massive chest flex as his big cock pulses deep in my pussy, and he lets go with a low roar. The sight of him coming is enough to send me crashing over the edge and another orgasm rips through my body. White spots dance behind my eyelids as I force back the scream that’s desperately trying to claw its way out of my throat.
When we finally come down from the insane high, I fall into his arms, being careful not to place any weight on his back. He wraps his big arms around me and kisses my sweaty cheek.
I could stay like this forever, feeling completely safe and protected in his embrace. He’s my patient and is supposed to be in my care, but I feel like I’m in his.
“I hope you don’t do that with all of your patients,” he says with a smile when we’ve finally caught our breath.
I shake my head that’s resting on his muscular chest. “Just the ones that have my heart.”
“I have your heart?” he asks, smiling even wider.
“You’re wrapped around it like a cardiomyoplasty,” I say, smiling when I hear him laugh.
Patient or not. I don’t care anymore.
Those rules were made by a broken girl with a broken heart.
I’m ready for a new rulebook.
One that includes Shane.
Chapter 15
Shane
Walter and I have been staring at the drooping superhero balloons for the past hour, waiting to see which one will hit the floor first. I have five dollars on the Deadpool balloon. He has five dollars on Superman.
Almost all of the helium is used up, and the balloons that Madison brought me four days ago are just about to hit the ground.
“I can’t believe we spent the past hour doing this,” I say, staring at the balloons with unblinking eyes. Every day is more boring than the last. But the nights… fuck, the
nights have been amazing.
My sexy doctor has come to visit me every night to give me her tender loving care. It seems to be working like a charm because my back is feeling stronger than ever. I hardly have any pain anymore, and every day it gets better. I’m motivated to heal up so I can show the hot doctor how talented I am when I’m one hundred percent.
“Oh, shit!” we both shout at the same time as the Batman balloon dips down, coming close to touching the ground. It floats back up an inch and just hovers over the floor with the rest of them.
“This is the most boring day of my life,” Walter says, crossing his arms over his chest as he stares at the balloons. He’s looking a little bit better today and even managed to get out of his bed and walk over to my room, but Madison is still having trouble diagnosing him. I know that it’s really starting to get to her. She feels responsible. I tried to tell her that she was the only doctor in the city who gave him the time of day, but I don’t think it helped.
Walter actually got released two days ago, but came right back in a few hours later with the same symptoms as before. Now he’s stuck in here with me.
“Look, look, look,” I say, pointing to the Deadpool balloon that is inching its way down. The door suddenly opens behind me and the wind from it scoops the balloon back into the air.
“Ah, come on,” I say, turning around with an annoyed look on my face that instantly vanishes when I see Madison walk in. She just started her shift, and I’ve been waiting impatiently for her to get here since the second she left last night.
“What are you two doing?” she asks when she sees us staring at the balloons. “Having a ‘who is more stupid’ contest?”
Walter lets out a booming laugh that quickly turns into a coughing fit. His daughter’s wedding is in six days, and if he doesn’t get better soon, he’ll be watching it via Skype in his hospital bed.
“Are you okay?” Madison asks, walking over to him. He nods. “I have your test results here.”
“Inconclusive?” Walter asks as he looks at her.
Madison lets out a sigh as she nods.
“Dammit,” he whispers as he turns back to the balloons. “I’ll never finish that damn arch.”
I’m watching Madison’s face when something dawns on her. “You said that stain you’re using is from the fifties?” she asks.
“I sure did,” Walter says. “It was the same varnish that was used on my pare—”
“Were you working on that arch every time you felt your symptoms and came in?” she asks, interrupting him.
He furrows his brow as he thinks about it. “Yes,” he says with a nod. “I believe I was.”
Madison rushes to the drawers and starts ripping them open in a frenzy until she finds a needle.
“Keep her away from the balloons,” I shout out. “Madison, no. They’re our only entertainment around here.”
She rolls her eyes as she takes the syringe out of the packaging. “Don’t worry,” she says as she walks up to Walter, rolling up the sleeve of his hospital gown. “It’s not for Batman. It’s for him.”
Madison finds a vein and Walter lets out a little whimper when she shoves the needle into his arm and fills it with blood.
“Do you know what the primary ingredient is in your parent’s old varnish?” she asks as she pulls the needle back out.
“Love?” he asks, looking up at her with his eyebrows raised.
“No,” she says, shaking her head. “Lead.”
“Oh,” he says with a frown. “I didn’t think of that.”
“Tell me you were wearing gloves and a respiratory mask.”
Walter just shakes his head.
She smiles. “The longer lead sits in a bottle, the stronger the effects when it comes into contact with a person’s body. So, the bad news is, you most likely have lead poisoning, but the good news is that we can treat it and get you out of here in time for your daughter’s wedding.”
“Really?” he asks with a wide smile on his face.
“I don’t think anyone has ever been so happy to hear that they have lead poisoning,” I say with a laugh.
“I’m not certain,” Madison says, “and I have to test for it, but your symptoms certainly match—the high blood pressure, the damage to the stomach and kidneys, the overall weakness and muscle twitching.”
Her voice is racing, and she looks thrilled that she finally discovered what’s wrong with him.
“I’ll go to the lab now with your blood and have them test it for lead. I’ll get them to rush it,” she says, squeezing her hands into fists. They both look so excited as she leans over and gives him a warm hug.
“Thank you, Madison,” he says. “You’re coming to the wedding, and I won’t take no for an answer.”
She jumps up and squeals in delight. “Okay,” she says, holding the sample of blood to her chest. “I’ll be back as soon as I hear the results.”
She rushes out like a tornado, and we’re back to being two bored guys sitting in an empty room.
“Congratulations on the lead poisoning,” I say, gently punching his shoulder.
“Five words that have never been said in succession in the history of the world,” he says as he turns back to the balloons with a smile on his face.
It’s another seventeen minutes of bored staring before the Captain America balloon touches the ground.
We cheer and give each other a high-five before settling back in our chairs and turning back to the balloons. The room is quiet again.
“Well, that was anti-climactic,” I say with a sigh.
He shrugs. “What did you expect? They’re fucking balloons.”
I’m lying in bed late at night when my hot doctor comes in. “Did you get the results?” I ask.
Madison’s lips are pinched together in a smile. “It was lead poisoning,” she says, looking thrilled. “Isn’t that great?”
“That he has lead poisoning?” I answer with a laugh. “Not really.”
“You know what I mean,” she says, laughing as she sits on the side of my bed. She’s looking as beautiful as ever in jeans and a gray sweater. Her lab coat is gone, which means she’s finished work, which means that I’m in for a good time.
“So, he’ll be okay?” I ask, trying to focus on the words coming out of her mouth and not on her breasts that are pushing out against her sweater.
“He’ll be okay,” she says, looking relieved. “I started him on a chelation therapy, which should clear him up in a day or two. The damage it did to his body will take longer to recover, and some of it won’t ever heal, but at least he’ll be out of here and will be able to live a normal life again.”
“And go to his daughter’s wedding,” I say. I know Madison is really relieved that Walter will be able to make it after weeks of uncertainty. “Are you going?”
She smiles. “I’m not sure. He was pretty insistent that I go, but I’m not sure how involved I want to be in my patients’ lives.”
“You’re pretty involved in my life,” I say, taking her hand and pulling her to me. She gives in easily, and lays down beside me, taking a deep satisfied breath as I put my arm around her.
“That’s what I’ve been wanting to talk to you about,” she says, looking up at me with her big gray eyes. “You’re going to be out of here in a few days. What is going to happen then?”
“I’m going to take you to the wedding,” I say with a smile. “I’ll be your date. Walter invited me too.”
“Really?” she asks, her eyes lighting up. “And you want to go with me?”
“Why wouldn’t I?” I ask. “I’ll have the hottest girl there on my arm.”
She laughs. “I think you’ve been locked up in this room for too long if you think I’ll be the hottest girl there.”
“I think you need glasses if you think you won’t be.”
She smiles as I lace my fingers with hers and lean in for a kiss. I love kissing this girl. She tastes like candy.
I let out a groan as she shifts her hips,
pressing her thigh into my cock that’s already rock hard. Our hands start exploring as I kiss her deeper, claiming her mouth with an urgency that has both of us breathing harder.
I slide my fingers into her hair that’s tied up in a bun and pull it out, turning it into a hot mess.
“We shouldn’t,” she moans as I slide a hand under her shirt and start massaging her breasts. We both know we’re not stopping. She’s too far gone for that. Even as she says the words, her eyes are getting clouded with lust, her breaths are coming out quick and ragged, and she’s reaching for my cock. “We could get caught.”
“That’s what you said last night,” I say with a grin as I pull her bra down. She lets out a whimper as her tits pop out of her bra. “Right before you sucked my cock.”
“Oh, Shane,” she moans as I pull her top up to her neck, revealing her beautiful tits. “What are you doing to me?” She’s already arching her back, tempting me with her perfect pink nipples, which are hard and ready for my mouth. I shift on top of her as she takes her bra off. She whimpers as I slide my arms under her lower back, holding her close as I kiss the side of her breast.
She runs her fingers through my hair as I take my time with each breast, kissing every inch of them before sucking on her nipples. I’m loving the soft noises that she’s making as I roll my tongue across her hard little nubs.
Her legs are spread around me as I kiss a trail down her stomach to her jeans. My hands are still gripping her tits, and they feel so good that I’m not sure if I’ll ever be able to let go.
“There are so many things I want to do to you,” I say as I swirl my tongue around her belly button. “I could be here for a year and not get through half of them.”
“Like what,” she says in a throaty moan.
“Tonight, I want to taste you,” I say with my mouth watering as I picture burying my mouth between her legs. “I want to lick your pussy until you come on my tongue.”
