I couldn’t hear him at all, though.
I could only hear the way the wind whipped through my hair and the rumble of the powerful machine between my thighs.
And by the time I arrived at the front entrance of the hospital, I was a panting mess.
My legs wouldn’t even work.
Not even when all of my friends in my class gaped at me.
“Your friends are waiting, baby girl,” Keifer drawled, twisting around and whispering into my ear.
It was then I realized that he’d shut the engine of the bike off, and was just sitting there, allowing me to hug the back of him.
I slowly let him go, regret in every movement I made while I disentangled myself from him.
If anything, I felt worse now about leaving him than I did earlier when we were standing there yelling in his entranceway.
“It’ll be okay, baby girl,” Keifer soothed, holding out his hand for me to stand.
I gave him a droll look. “And how will you know that?”
He smiled.
“Because I’ll make it so.”
And, surprisingly, I believed him.
“Alright,” I agreed quietly, taking his hand and swinging my leg over the back of the bike.
I stumbled once my feet were on the ground, falling into him.
Whether on purpose or not, I was happy to have his arms around me from the front this time.
He looked up into my eyes, and I studied his face.
Both of us could feel the heat, the desire, the pure need, pulsating between us.
Sadly, both of us had duties, and we wouldn’t be able to do anything about it until tonight.
He had some huge meeting with the small chains of Vassago Motors that were interspersed throughout the city, and I had a clinical to knock out.
But I didn’t want to leave him.
“Go, before I neglect my duties and take you with me,” he said gruffly, slapping me on the ass.
Reluctantly, I backed away from him enough to give him a small kiss on the scruff of his cheek, and started to turn away.
He smiled, started the bike up, and said two words over the roar of the engine.
“Be good.”
With that, he was gone, and I was left watching him go.
Once I could no longer see him, I joined my gawking friends on the sidewalk, and we started our trek inside.
It wasn’t until we were on the elevator that the dams burst open as they all started clattering at the same time.
“Holy cannoli,” Merry whispered.
“Jesus Christ on a crutch, I need a sponge bath already,” Justin fanned himself.
“Who was that?” Brooklyn hissed trying to get a word in edgewise.
I smiled. “That would be Keifer.”
***
By noon I was dying.
Not because I was literally dying, but because I was burning hot. Not overheated, sweaty, temperature hot. Oh no, I was horny hot as in squirming, throbbing and frustrated.
Every move I made had my pussy clenching, aching at its emptiness.
And I needed Keifer.
Badly.
Was he feeling the same way I was?
Or was it just me?
At least all the work Keifer had put into me this morning had my newfound abilities under check.
“I’m taking my lunch break,” I told my preceptor.
“Sure thing, honey. You looked wiped,” she said sorrowfully. “I’ll be here when you get back.”
I agreed and started walking the maze of the hospital.
Although we all got to the hospital at the same time, the others in my class did not work on the same floor as me.
I was destined to have lunch all by my lonesome, and I was grateful.
They all knew me too well, and they’d see through my lies instantly, unlike my nurse preceptor that I’d spent the morning with.
I walked down the steps, and circled around the main floor before I finally came upon the cafeteria.
Lucky for me I was one of the first ones in, and the lunch crowd hadn’t yet descended.
Otherwise I would’ve gone mad.
“What would you like to eat, honey?” The lunch aide wanted to know.
I looked at my options, and frowned. None of them looked appetizing.
However, knowing I had to eat whether I wanted to or not, I pointed at the red beans and rice.
She served up a large helping, and scooped it into a to-go box before handing it over to me.
I took it from her, thanked her, and grabbed a Coke on the way to the checkout.
“That’ll be four twenty-five,” the attendant said, sounding bored.
When I went to reach for my wallet, I found a large, muscular forearm handing the attendant a twenty.
I followed that forearm up, heart starting to race, as I recognized the tattoos, and then the shirt, before coming to a stop at Keifer’s face.
“Hey,” I breathed.
Keifer smiled. “Hey, baby girl.”
Shivers rocked down my spine as his words, and the rasp of his voice poured into me.
And all the pent up heat and need I’d been repressing for the last two hours burst free of me, and poured into him.
He visibly took a step back, and then closed his eyes as if to gain his composure.
“Here’s your change, sir,” the woman sounded much more upbeat this time.
I didn’t spare her a glance as Keifer took my hand and started to lead me down the hall.
He dumped my food into a trash receptacle as he went, and came to a stop at the elevator.
Once inside, he pressed the top floor, one that wasn’t even finished yet, and turned to stare at me.
“This was a bad, bad idea,” he murmured, eyes going dark and stormy.
I blinked.
“What?” I asked breathlessly.
We both stayed on opposite sides of the elevator car, both of us knowing that if either of us moved, we’d be doing something in the elevator that would singe the eyes of even the most sinful of people.
“Coming here. I couldn’t stop myself though. It’s like I can sense your need. Your body calls to me like a fucking fire I can’t put out,” he groaned, glancing up at the numbers, watching them as they went at a turtle’s pace.
I chose not to say anything, knowing he knew I felt the same way.
It was as if he were under my skin, permanently there for eternity.
He knew my wants, needs, and desires.
Finally, the elevator made it to the top, and the doors opened to emit us into a dark opening.
“What’s up here?” I asked. “And how’d you get it to come to this level? I thought it was under construction?”
I hadn’t even realized that we were able to get up here. Not that I would’ve tried.
I had no reason to be on this level, and I wasn’t one to break the rules, whether they were stated or not.
He smiled, sending another shiver racing down my spine.
“I got some powers back,” he hedged, holding his hand out at eye level.
Then formed what amounted to a fireball in the palm of his hand, lighting the way.
He turned, holding out his opposite hand for me, and we walked.
I took in our surroundings, eyes very aware of the fact that, wherever we were was a fire hazard, as well as a work in progress.
The hospital had run out of money, and had temporarily halted renovations on this floor.
Tools, trash, and building supplies lay discarded.
Saw horses periodically littered the middle of the floor, creating a cluttered maze that Keifer had to slowly maneuver us around, less I trip and break my face.
“How long’s your lunch break, Blythe?” Keifer asked into the darkness.
I closed my eyes and groaned. “Less than thirty more minutes, I’m sure.”
He growled low in his throat. “That’s enou
gh…for now.”
Then I was whirled around and slammed into a concrete pillar before Keifer’s lips met mine.
It was completely dark, so dark that I couldn’t see a thing.
But oh, could I feel.
Keifer’s hard, muscular body held me up against the pillar, and with his hands he started to shove my pants down.
They fell to my ankles, stopped by my shoes, with a soft clink as my hemostats and scissors hit the floor, causing me to gasp in surprise.
“Keifer,” I groaned in disappointment. “We can’t do this here.”
“Oh, fuck yes, we can,” he growled, his scratchy jaw going to my neck as he started to suck lightly.
My eyes closed in bliss as he forced one of his legs in between my own, and slowly started to rock that large, hard thigh back and forth between my legs.
My clit ground against his leg and I no longer cared where we were.
All I cared about right then was fucking Keifer.
Feeling his hard cock pounding inside me, fulfilling that promise he made on his bike this morning to fill me so completely I’d feel him in my throat.
“I agree, honey. I’ll fill you up so completely that you’ll never forget the feel of me inside you,” he growled against the V of my scrub top.
Spontaneous orgasms had to be a real thing…right?
“Keifer,” I fidgeted nervously. “I have to tell you something.”
He laughed, dragging that scratchy jaw of his along the sensitive skin of my breasts.
“I know, honey. I knew the minute I sunk my hands inside that sweet little pussy.”
I closed my eyes in mortification.
“I never wanted to give it to anyone else…but for you…I want to give you everything I have. Everything,” I panted as he went down to his knees and breathed in deeply when his face came into contact with my vagina.
I winced, feeling embarrassed at the intimacy of the position.
Keifer, though, if the rumbling of contentment in his chest was anything to go by, loved the feel and scent of me.
And when he buried his face into my pussy, licking the seam of my labia, I lost all conscious thought.
My hands went to the top of his head to steady myself as I tried to lift my shaking leg to allow him more room.
He chuckled when he heard my whine of need.
The vibration of his chuckles sent little shocks of pleasure along the lips of my sex.
“Oh, God. Oh, God,” I repeated over and over again.
“Not God. Just a man. But I’m guessing we’ll both be seeing heaven once I get you ready for me,” he rumbled against my skin.
I licked my lips, eyes closing in defeat as he speared his stiffened tongue through the lips of my sex, and straight into my entrance.
His nose ran along my clit as he slurped loudly, sucking my juices from me.
“You…I’m…Oh, God, I’m ready. I’m so ready it’s not even funny. I’ve been ready for days.” I told him urgently, tugging on his ears to get him to come up.
He chuckled, standing up.
But he did so at his own pace, not at my insistent urging.
“Well, we’ll see now won’t we, Blythe?” He murmured against my lips.
The flavor of myself burst onto my lips as his tongue delved into my mouth.
I could smell myself on his skin, and taste myself on his tongue.
And it turned me on beyond belief.
“Please,” I whispered once again.
He smiled, pulling back just far enough to allow him to slip his hands down between us. Where he then started to loosen the buttons of his jeans.
I’d never thought to be thankful for button fly jeans, but right then, at that moment, I was. Mostly because, if his other hand hadn’t been holding me up, my knees would’ve collapsed out from under me.
It didn’t take long before I felt the insistent prod of his cock at my belly.
Looking down, I wished that I could see what he was about to thrust inside of me.
Then, suddenly, I could.
Light burst around us, small balls of fire lit the ground surrounding us, lit in an intricate pattern in a circle at our feet.
“Holy shit,” I breathed.
First, because of what had happened, and secondly because I could now see Keifer’s cock that was poised to enter me, and I was suddenly much, much more nervous than I had been. Sure, I saw it the other morning up close and personal, but this was different.
“It’s never going to fit,” I mused, looking at the monster with wide, scared eyes.
Keifer let his cock go, and brought his hand up to my chin.
Lifting it, he stared into my eyes for long moments before he nodded at what he saw there.
“I was made to fit inside you, and you were made to take me. The gods don’t make mistakes. We were meant to be, and I know you know it,” he rumbled softly.
I nodded, looking into his eyes for another long moment before I felt his cock move away, followed by his body.
“This first time,” he murmured. “Has to be done from behind. I don’t know why, but something inside of me is urging me to do it like that, and I can’t seem to find the will to fight it. Is that okay?”
I nodded. “Yes.”
He leaned forward and gave me a soft kiss on the forehead before he turned me around.
“Hold onto the pole,” he instructed.
I did as he said, moving both of my hands up to hug the pole that’d previously been at my back.
Anticipation warred with nervousness as I felt his hand on my back, pressing down lightly to urge me down further.
I followed, bending at the waist.
I felt the lips of my sex part, and I knew his eyes were fastened to me.
I could practically feel the caress of them as he let his gaze trail over my sex.
“I can’t believe you’re giving me this gift,” he rasped, trailing the blunt edge of a finger down over my tailbone, past my anus, to come to a stop at my entrance.
Then, slowly, he eased that finger inside.
And I clenched as a moan escaped from my mouth.
“So wet,” he murmured.
My eyes closed as one finger became two, and then just as quickly two became three.
“I think I’m ready,” I pleaded hopefully.
He didn’t answer with his words. But he did answer it nonetheless.
By lining the head of his thick cock up with my pussy and then slowly sinking inside.
I don’t know what I was expecting, but pain was at the top of that list for sure.
But I didn’t feel it. Not one twinge of it.
The one thing I felt, more than anything, was pure, unadulterated joy.
He was inside of me, and everything in my world felt right.
His hands on my hips. His lips at my ear. His breath playing over my skin.
The way his massive cock filled me up to capacity, and the way my heart seemed to gallop away the moment he was completely inside.
Nothing else mattered.
Not the way my palms dug into the concrete pillar. Not the way my legs started to cramp because of the odd angle. Not the way the air chilled my body.
Nothing.
All that mattered was Keifer.
The way his cock felt as it plunged and retreated inside of me.
My eyes rolled into my head as I straightened up and threw my head back in elation.
Keifer’s finger snaked around my hip, fluttering lightly over my clit, and I started to come.
He didn’t, though. Instead, focusing completely on me, and the orgasm that never quit.
When my head sagged back against his shoulder, and my body seemed to deflate, he started to pound inside of me harder. Quick, short thrusts sent him over the edge in a matter of moments.
He growled as his orgasm tore through him.
I felt his stomach muscles tighten, and his hand that w
as still covering my mound also tightened, grabbing the flesh between my legs as he slammed into me.
I screamed as a second orgasm tore through me.
It was such a surprise that I didn’t brace for it. Which also meant that my legs gave out, and the only thing holding me up was Keifer’s hand between my legs, his palm still digging into my clit, and the hard length of him grinding inside of me.
He poured his seed into me in hot spurts, and my eyes crossed as each splash bathed my womb in molten fire.
It didn’t burn me, but I felt the extreme heat.
Warming me from the inside out.
Just when I thought I was coming down from that orgasm, my wrists started to burn.
And I meant burn literally.
Crying out, I yanked my arms from around the pole, and stared at them in agony.
Brands encircled my wrists.
Spiral tribal symbols, about an inch and a half thick, on each arm.
“What…how…motherfucker that hurts!” I cried out.
Not even the pleasure of our coupling could take away from the pain of my hands.
And only when I went to grab Keifer’s for support did I realize that he was going through the same thing as I, yet suffering silently.
The branding didn’t last long, and by the time it was finished, it didn’t even hurt.
Yet the memory of the pain was still there, and I didn’t think I would forget that anytime soon.
I also wouldn’t forget the way his cock still filled me.
Nor the way his arms encircled my torso throughout the branding in a show of silent support.
“You okay?” He rumbled softly against my neck.
His whiskered jaw scrubbed softly against my neck, and a shiver tore through my body.
“Yes,” I whispered just as softly.
He hummed, and then withdrew his still hard cock from my pussy.
Come streaked out in his wake, bathing my inner thighs with his essence.
With no other recourse, I bent down and tugged my panties up my legs, grimacing slightly at the wet feeling.
“You know,” I said mildly. “Not that I mind having you come inside of me or anything, I’d just like to have a way to clean it up next time. I still have to be here another four hours.”
He leaned forward, after tucking his cock back inside of his jeans, and gave me a light kiss on the lips, followed by a longer one that had a lot of tongue, and not a little bit of groping.
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