But that was a question for another day.
He clicked the remote and checked the time. He was pretty sure that she wasn’t going to spend the day with him and she would likely need to get up. “Sidonie?”
“Hmmm?” she mumbled.
“What time are you leaving?”
“Ahhhh…”
“Sidonie?” he mumbled.
“Yeah, baby?”
“Get up.”
“Huh?” She jerked awake all at once.
“I think it’s time you got out of bed.”
“Whattimesit?” she slurred.
“Six thirty.”
“Oh.” She wiped her mouth and there was a wet trail beside her lips that probably matched the one she left on his shoulder. He cocked a brow and she looked down at the drooled on spot. “Sorry.”
“You’re fine.”
“I have to leave. God, I’m still tired.” She whined, but slid out of the bed and limped to the bathroom.
He had to go, too, but he knew she didn’t have the time to help him get out of bed. Den hated the idea, but he could call the nurse for help if he needed it.
When she walked back out of the bathroom, she looked way more alert than she had just a few minutes before.
“You wanna go to the bathroom before I leave?”
“Yeah.” She helped him stand up, and then they made way to the bathroom.
Once he finished, Sidonie grinned when she helped him back into bed and jetted with her bag under one arm faster than he could blink.
Den knew that he needed to go to the bathroom before he could go home, but he was having some difficulty. The pain medication had left him terribly constipated and he was irritated about the lack of success he had when he tried it.
By the time the afternoon came around, he was a bit frustrated and ready to do any damn thing he had to so he could leave the damn place.
If he had to spend one more night outside the comforts of his own bed, he was going to sign himself out.
That would be an issue for his workman’s comp, but damn, he’d had enough. By the time he was able to actually go, it was close to two.
Den sent Sidonie a message before he opened the bag his mom had brought him to find what it contained. Hey, Bonnie its time to break out Clyde
She must have been waiting as her response was immediate. Really? You ready?
He pulled out an old western style shirt with cut off sleeves and a pair of blue jeans. There were flip flops included. Will be in a few. Changing into some clothes ma brought me yesterday
All right on the way, Neanderthal
He chuckled. You have a lot of junk to talk while a man is down
It’s the only time I can get away with it
Wasn’t that the truth? Aint getting away with it now. Punishment is forthcoming
Then you better get another ride home
He laughed outright this time. You better not leave me here or youll regret it
Dare me
Knowing her, she would do it out of spite if he dared her. She would show up, but either so late he was ready to go bonkers, or something else equally outrageous. Not joking
Instead of responding, a few minutes later, she popped her head in to the door.
“Ready to go, white bread?” He didn’t know whether to be offended or to find the statement funny.
“How the hell am I supposed to respond to that?”
“Since you’re riding with me? You don’t.”
“You drive a hard bargain, woman.”
“A hard bargain is better than none,” she quipped.
“I’m going to spank your ass purple,” he spat back.
Her expression was a perfect picture of innocence as she winked. “I’m counting on it.”
When the doctor came to check him out, he was definitely going to find out how long it would be before he could make good on his promise. Maybe if he used the left hand, he could do it tonight if he was lucky enough to not have a set of hovering parents about.
Or he might could use one of those paddles he’d seen in the toy store he had wandered into for the couple’s treasure chest.
Either way, his sharp tongued minx was in for it. And she didn’t even know it.
He might be down, but he wasn’t out of tricks. Not by a long shot.
The attending physician was a peppy Indian man with an accent so thick, Den swore he could stir it with a spoon.
The man checked over the wound and dressing and gave him some aftercare instructions. He was lucky both shots were through and through. They both were fairly easy to clean and the antibiotics should make certain that he didn’t end up with an infection.
He wasn’t supposed to get the dressings submerged and he would need help changing them. There wasn’t much nerve damage and he would hopefully heal with most of the range of motion, but the doctor suggested physical therapy to make certain his dominant hand would regain the majority of use.
The doctor told him what to be on the lookout for.
After the man rattled off a number of things, including red tracks leading away from the wound, pus or oddly colored discharge and excessive pain, Den took the liberty of asking a few questions of his own.
He asked when he could return to work, and Dr. Patel advised it would be at least two weeks before he could go back into the office even for desk duty.
He had to wear the sling for a while.
“How about sex?” Sidonie choked and tried to discreetly cough.
But he one look at her face let him know she was embarrassed, even if her pouty nipples spoke to her being aroused as well.
“You would be the best judge of that. Since your wounds are not located near the pelvic regions, you can resume non-strenuous activities when you feel comfortable. More strenuous activities can be resumed after your checkups if the healing had progressed to a place where you won’t reinjure yourself.”
Den scoffed. He only knew one way to fuck.
And that was with everything he had to give, especially with Sidonie as his partner in bed sport. She tended to egg him on, to a place where he wanted to rename his cock Superman and her cunt could be known as Kryptonite.
After Dr. Patel gave him the all clear, Den grabbed the papers and sat in the wheelchair he was required to ride in.
Gotta love plausible liability.
When he finally was within his four walls, Den realized something.
His parents weren’t at his house. He was slow on the uptake as he should have noticed that his truck wasn’t in the yard in the first place. Damn, he hated pain medication.
“Where are they?” he wondered.
He pulled out the phone to call them and make sure everything was all right, when Sidonie planted her hand over his.
“They are watching the kids for me after school today since you got discharged so late. They should be back here after they have dinner and I get you settled back in.”
“Oh.” He nodded, they had plenty of time. “Take off that outfit.”
“Den! There’s no way that you’re ready for all of that. The doctor—”
“Told me to resume as soon as I felt ready.”
“I don’t believe you.”
“Stick your hand in these pants and you’ll find out soon enough.”
He unbuttoned the jeans with one hand and let his thickening cock fall out.
“Damn. You are like the Energizer Bunny.”
“Not yet, but you can call me that later.”
“Boy, I can’t give you any.”
“Yes, you can and will.”
He snapped the shirtfront buttons one at a time until he was mostly exposed. The unveiling seemed to be a challenge Sidonie couldn’t resist picking up. When she was nearly as naked as he was, Den’s nostrils flared.
He took her hand within the uninjured one before he pulled her toward the dining room table.
“Lay down.” Sidonie shivered as the table met her spine as she lowered in slow degrees.
He used his hand to tug on one ankle and pulled her until her hips barely clung to the table.
“That’s it, present that cunt to me.” His aim was off since he didn’t use his left side so much. But after a few false starts and copious stroking, he was able to sink himself inside her wet heat.
Her body had become so used to his that it took little of nothing for him to reach bottom with a single flex of his hips.
“Oh, Den, baby! I missed your cock so much!” She groaned.
“What about the rest of me?” he asked, as he wanted her to miss more than part of him. He wanted her to miss all of him.
“You know I missed you, too.” She looked at him with a helpless expression of lust that he wished were something more.
Now that he had come to the realization that he was a single heartbeat from falling for her, he needed reassurance in the worst way. If he were still a kid, he would have pulled her pigtails.
He rocked into her, but for the most part, she took over. He had to practically lock his knees and grit his teeth to keep from exploding. It was close thing as her cunt was a hot vise he needed to feel quiver around him, milk him with juicy quaffs around the throbbing crown and thick shaft.
He had to grip the table with one hand while the other merely lay pinned to his chest even as it wanted to move too.
“Tell me how good it is,” he bit out as he rocked to and fro, dug deeper into the wanting flesh she hid beneath her clothes.
Only his.
Only for him.
It was a triumph, the knowledge he was the only man to make her shiver and scream. That he was the only man that had ever known the silken nature of her desire.
She shivered and sputtered, cried and groaned his name.
“Den, Den.”
When she bobbed stiffly and keened, he bucked back and forth in an attempt to claim the unclaimable, and to own the unownable. It was a precarious place to be, the cliff that overlooked the complicated chasm of love from the simple lofty heights of lust.
The lust made him desire her.
The love made him crave her.
Need her.
It was everything, even as he had nothing. She didn’t carry his name, she wouldn’t even let her children catch a glimpse of him. He was a dirty secret that begged to be illuminated in the light of her life.
No one knew about him.
But everyone knew about her.
When he looked at her, he knew that no matter how badly he wanted to clip her wings so she could only fly for him, she was never meant to be his permanently.
Never meant for him to own.
Only to use at her will.
The only way he would ever own her was to enslave her with her desire. That she had plenty of, even if she was just realizing how powerful lust could be with the right person.
How powerful love could be with the right person.
“Tell me you love it.” Tell me you love me.
He needed to hear the words so badly that it took everything within him not to say it first, just so he could hear her say it back.
“Baby, please.” Sidonie gasped as he plunged into her at a top heavy angle, exposing every secret her cunt had to hide.
“You can do better than that. Tell me.”
“Fuc-ckk!” She hissed and arched her back before her hips sputtered the way a car with a blown gasket might.
“Mm hmm,” he mumbled. “Tell me what you feel.”
“Oh, Lord have mercy…” she whispered as he powered into her needy flesh with his even needier cock, and opened his even needier heart. “Loo-ve it, Den. Lo- ahh-ve it. I would give you the last dollar in my pocket for it.”
That was good. Very good. “Really? And here I’ve been giving it away for free.”
“Yes! Please…” Sidonie hummed and gyrated. “Take it, baby… Take it.”
“Have to do better than that. I already own this. Say it.” Den watched her glistening skin slide all over his table, the same place he ate his meals, and realized if she wasn’t his by the time it was all over, he would regret it for the rest of his life.
She licked a set of parched lips and he wished he could suck the parched skin for himself. “Fuck! You own it! You own me!”
“Better.” But no cigar yet. He wanted to own more than her body. He wanted to own all of her, mind, body and soul, every inch that made her so uniquely her.
Sidonie rocked over the table and her hips flapped hither and yon until he lost control of the rhythm altogether. She had taken over so easily, he couldn’t even stop himself from groaning her name.
“Sidonie…”
She didn’t respond, just sat up and wrapped her arms around his ribs.
Her ear propped over his heart as his heavy sacs lightened their load within her.
When he finally calmed down, he realized one crucial fact.
Sidonie hadn’t come.
“Sorry.”
“For what?”
“You didn’t come.”
She winked. “That one wasn’t for me. It was for you.”
He felt ashamed. There had never been a time he had to worry about her pleasure. She had always come first.
“Now, this is for me.” She slid off the edge of the table and dropped to her knees. Her eyes met his as she licked his sodden erection from the base up to the tip, before she sucked the head in her mouth.
“Ohhh… shit!” he blurted out.
“Hmmm…” She moaned around the aching throb that used to be his cock.
But he pulled back. “Nope.”
“Why?”
“Because, I want more than a blow job.”
Her eyes lit up and when she stood, he slapped her ass for all his left hand was worth. She gave a satisfactory little jump and rubbed her hands over the reddened flesh.
When they were in his bed, it had taken awhile to get into a decent enough position, but eventually they found one that worked after a little trial and error.
Sidonie lay on her left side with Den’s head between her thighs. He had her plant the other foot at an odd angle over his torso to keep the right shoulder out of it and her head rested on his thigh.
He planned to take some time to taste her and savor her funky sex with his tongue. “Be gentle,” he whispered.
“If that’s what you want.” She licked her lips.
When he nuzzled her open wide, Den flattened his tongue over the erect nub that spoke to her arousal. She keened, a high-pitched plea that made him worry the nubbin harder.
She slurped the head of him between her lips, a greedy sound emerged in the air that only served to make her wanton behavior more arousing than before.
“That’s it, suck me.” She slapped the head of him on the flat of her tongue and sucked him anew.
It took everything to stop himself from tossing her over and filling her with his cock. It might be tempting, but the end result would only be painful.
He took the time to do things he had been too busy to enjoy before. Took the time to savor the flavor of her sex. It was no longer means to an end, but the beginning of something beautiful.
God, she tasted like ambrosia, and he wanted more. When he was a heartbeat from his own orgasm she swallowed around his cock and took the head into her throat.
So fucking amazing.
Everything about her was a study in torture beginning with lesson on delights.
What could remotely approach this feeling?
Nothing compared.
Not the wonders of her body, nor the delights of her spirit.
It just was.
He just was.
Somehow, together, they were more.
More than he had ever expected, regardless of the chemistry that lay between them at first sight.
When he was about to lose it altogether, he stopped stroking and started sucking. He needed her in the same state of want that he lived within from the moment he met her. Den wanted her to beg him, and only him, to sate her needs and quench her hunger.<
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Only him and no one else.
She belonged to him.
But even if she didn’t realize it, he belonged to her.
And he wanted an even trade.
When she keened his name and stop her hungry nursing on his erection long enough for him to take her over the edge, he waited for her to surrender to the hunger that plagued their every encounter for days on end.
Once she quivered, a whole wave with her body, and nuzzled his thigh with her nose, he knew he had her. Instead of screaming, per her usual, she bit his thigh right next to where his heavy cock lay ready and rampant for more of her.
Once she was replete, he lay back and rested on his orgasmic laurels. Den no longer cared what happened next or even if he came again.
But Sidonie rolled over as if she was thirsty for more.
Damn, he couldn’t blame her. She was just catching up. As he always wanted more. Every time he had a taste of her flesh he wanted to taste her again. Each time his cock left her, he wondered when he could have her next. When his lips met hers and pulled away, he always wondered when she would be around for the next kiss.
It was a heady thing to be a man and able to stay erect, pummel her sweet cunt as often as they could both take it. Somehow she rejuvenated him no matter how tired he was, she always was able to make him harder than a fence post.
And now he was little more than an invalid and he couldn’t please her in the way he had grown accustomed.
The way that she had grown accustomed to him.
Chapter Fifteen:
Like Mother Like Daughter
Sidonie faced Den’s knees in his bed and all that she could think was that she wanted more.
More.
Please lord, more.
Even though she knew he was exhausted.
Even though she knew that he had fought for his life just a few days before.
None of it mattered.
Nothing mattered.
Even as her cunt quivered and shivered and she giggled, Sidonie still wanted more.
The phone rang and she slid away from Den’s parted muscular thighs. “Hello?” she chirped into the open line.
“Hi, Sidonie. It’s John McTavish.”
“Hey! How are the kids doing?”
“They are doing wonderful. We just finished homework not too long ago and I’m serving dinner in a minute. I know that Dennis is home so I thought I’d check on you guys.”
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