Madelynn’s head cocked to the side, and she ignored Tara’s signals to stop asking questions. “But didn’t you have a leg yesterday?”
Mike chucked softly. “No, I had a fake leg. I put it where my old leg was, and I can walk again. But it hurts sometimes, and that’s why I don’t have it today.”
Madelynn furrowed her brow and eyed him disbelievingly. “A fake leg? Like a pirate? Can I see it?”
“Sure.” Mike turned his wheelchair and retrieved the prosthesis from the shelf beside the bed. He showed it to Madelynn and explained how it attached. When his explanation was done, her eyes were wide and curious.
“I wonder how many more people have fake legs that I can’t see…” Madelynn whispered, watching the prosthesis carefully.
Before she could ask any more questions, Tara jumped in and reminded her, “Madelynn, what did I say about asking Michael questions?”
“Not to.” Madelynn pouted.
“That’s right. Now—”
Mike interrupted her, “It’s okay.” When Tara shook her head and opened her mouth to protest, he said, “No, really, I don’t mind.”
Tara nodded and moved to place her hand on Madelynn’s shoulder.
Madelynn watched Mike carefully for a few moments, and he marveled that she could stay so still and quiet while maintaining such a direct gaze.
“Does it hurt?” Madelynn asked in a soft tone, concern clear in her tiny voice.
Mike’s heart lurched, and he debated for a moment, not certain how much knowledge was appropriate for a five-year-old. Gentle honesty, he decided. “Sometimes it does. But it’s getting better.”
Madelynn nodded earnestly and said, “Well, maybe Mommy can give you a kiss. I always feel better when Mommy gives me a kiss.” She glanced expectantly over her shoulder at Tara.
Mike’s mouth quirked up in a quick smile before he could stop it, but by the time Madelynn turned back around, he was all seriousness once more.
“Maddie, honey,” Tara began.
“Mommy, don’t you want Michael to feel better?”
Tara closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Michael grinned, watching her struggle. It shouldn’t be this hard, though. For God’s sake, less than an hour ago she’d been riding him like there was no tomorrow. What was wrong with a little kiss now? But he knew what was wrong with it. This time Madelynn was watching. And no matter how innocent the kiss was, Madelynn would interpret it as caring, and a bond between the three of them would form in her mind. Since Mike was going to be there from now on, the bond in Maddie’s mind would be fine. After all, it was just a kiss. Tara visibly steadied herself, moved forward, and leaned down to kiss his cheek. The scent that was so inherently Tara overwhelmed him. She kept it brief, though, giving him a light peck before she stood quickly and backed away.
“Well I feel better already.” Mike’s voice was deep, much deeper than he’d intended, as he grinned at Madelynn. Satisfied, Madelynn spun in a quick circle and wrapped her arms around Michael’s neck quickly.
“See!” she cried. “I told you!”
Tara cleared her throat and stopped Maddie’s spinning. “Would you like to watch some TV, Maddie? Maybe there are some Christmas specials on.”
“That’s a great idea!” Mike exclaimed. “Hop up on the bed, kiddo, and I’ll see if I can find Charlie Brown or Frosty.”
Grabbing the remote from the bedside table, he quickly flipped through the channels until Charlie Brown’s image filled the screen.
By the time dinner rolled around, they’d watched Charlie Brown, a SpongeBob special, and Rudolph. Madelynn was beginning to get grumpy, a sure sign that it was time to eat. They decided to stick with the hospital cafeteria since the number of open restaurants was limited on Christmas day. The selection was much the same as lunch, so they decided to bypass the holiday leftovers and head to the grill for burgers. Since there were fewer people eating than at lunch, they sat at a table in a corner to eat their meal.
Madelynn was restless throughout and insisted several times that she wanted to go play Guess Who again before they left. Tara rubbed her temple and explained, “She’s not used to being cooped up inside all the time. I think spending most of today sitting around is getting to her.” She smiled apologetically at Mike.
He shrugged and said, “So why not let her go?” He glanced at his watch and said, “It’s only 1830. The day care is open another two and a half hours. She could play for a while.”
Madelynn perked up and gazed up at Mike, clear adoration in her eyes. He smiled and winked at her.
Tara pressed her fingers against her eyes and took a deep breath. Mike watched her carefully, well aware of Tara’s reasons for wanting Madelynn to stay. Because the last time our walking, talking birth control wasn’t around, I fucked you on my hospital bed.
“Tara?”
She opened her eyes to a narrow slit and glared at him.
Mike frowned a little at her expression and said, “Is it okay if Maddie plays in the daycare center for a while?”
She smiled brightly at Madelynn. “Sure, honey. You can play for a while.”
Madelynn grinned, bounced a little, and shoved her plate away, proclaiming she was finished.
Chapter 16
And so it was, Tara mused later, that she ended up alone with Michael in his room again. They sat awkwardly, he in his bed and she at the table, avoiding making eye contact, alternately watching the weather channel and local news. Michael kept shooting her sideways glances, until finally, with a sigh, he muted the television and turned to her.
He stared at her in silence until Tara couldn’t stand it any longer and turned to look at him.
“Are we just gonna sit here and avoid making eye contact?” He raised one eyebrow, and one corner of his mouth lifted in a mocking smile.
Tara suppressed the simultaneous urges to slap him and kiss him. “Is there something you want to talk about?”
Michael sighed and put the remote on the table. “Come here.”
“I’m right here, Michael.” She couldn’t get that close to him again. It was too risky.
“No,” he said, motioning her closer, “I mean come over here.”
Tara narrowed her eyes and glared at him. Uh-huh. No way. “I don’t think that’s such a good idea.”
“For shit’s sake, Tara, I’m not going to rape you. All you’d have to do anyway is run. Jesus, just…come here, okay?”
Tara stood and cautiously moved toward the bed despite her brain screaming at her to stop. Michael patted an empty spot beside him and said, “Sit.”
She hesitated for a brief moment, warring with herself, before finally sitting. The blanket she’d given him for Christmas covered the bed, and she plucked absently at the fuzz.
“Tara.” Michael cupped her chin, his touch light, and Tara lifted her eyes to meet his. “Don’t move, okay? I just want to kiss you.”
She froze, her eyes widening. This was not a good idea, but Tara couldn’t find the strength to move. Michael slowly slid closer, trying not to startle her, until he was close enough to lean forward and press his lips to hers.
When his tongue gently probed her lips for entrance, Tara exhaled sharply and gave up fighting it.
What the hell? she thought. I already had sex with him. Might as well enjoy a kiss…
Michael framed her face with his hands and slipped his fingers into her hair. When Tara slid her tongue along his, a strangled moan vibrated in his chest. He pulled away abruptly and rested his forehead against hers.
“Jesus, Tara. Do you know what you do to me? See…” Michael pulled her hand down to the fly of his jeans and rubbed her palm against his erection.
Tara hesitated, her body and mind arguing for control. Her mind lost and her body took over, rubbing and stroking, before she moved her hand upward to the button of his jeans. Michael was so hard, his thickness filling her palm as she tried to wrap her fingers around him through the denim. She could feel the flare of the head at the end and
concentrated her attention there until he moaned softly. It had been so long, and she was so incredibly lonely.
Michael sucked in a breath and said, “Tara, you don’t…”
“Shh.” Tara interrupted him and carefully unsnapped the button and pulled the zipper down. His erection bulged in the opening, straining against the cotton fabric of his boxers. Michael’s breathing was heavy, and Tara risked a quick glance at his face. Sweat dotted his upper lip, and his head was leaned back against the pillow. She turned her attention back to his engorged member, well aware that if she looked at him much longer, she would falter. And despite the fact she was still upset about hopping into bed with him, she wanted this.
Unbuttoning the single button holding the front of his boxers closed over his penis, she gently extracted him from his clothing. Tara lightly ran her fingers up and down his straining length, marveling at his size. She’d been a virgin their first time and hadn’t realized that all dicks were not created equal. Even though she hadn’t been with another man since him, Tara had eventually realized that Michael wasn’t lacking in the size department.
Deciding to act before she lost her nerve, Tara bent down and wrapped her lips around the plush head of his cock.
“Oh God, Tara!” Michael gripped the blankets beneath him, crushing the blue fabric in his hands.
She sucked lightly on the head, and just like he’d taught her, began stroking her hand up and down his staff. When Tara flicked her tongue across the tip several times, Michael jerked and placed his hand on the back of her head.
Taking her cue from that small encouragement, she sank down until the head of his cock bumped against the back of her throat. She swallowed, squeezing the head and forcing a deep groan from his throat. Slick, salty precum coated her tongue the next time she sank down, and Tara swallowed against the head once more.
“Fuck, sweetheart. I’m gonna come if you don’t stop.”
“Mmm hmm,” she responded. That was the point, after all. Tara wanted that, wanted to revel in sex and pleasure she’d denied herself for so long. She was a normal woman with normal desires. Desires that had been dormant while she focused on Madelynn. It was a terrible idea to let Michael be the one to satisfy those urges, but Tara had never wanted another man this way. And it had been so good, so unbelievably good earlier, that she was too weak to resist.
Michael had always loved it when Tara went down on him and had been enthusiastic about returning the favor. She wanted that, the closeness of it, the sweet release.
Tara hummed softly as she slid her lips back down his shaft. The vibrations of her throat around his cock caused Michael to involuntarily arch his hips, pushing him against the back of her throat again. She sheathed her teeth and sucked hard, moving down as she did and flicked her tongue against the underside of his dick. He jerked in her mouth, and she was almost certain he was going to come, but Michael pulled out quickly, leaving only the plush head between her lips.
Tara rubbed her tongue across the slit in the tip and pumped her fist along his member several times. She milked until a burst of precum surfaced, and then repeated the motion. She pulled her head back and licked the tip clean of the clear liquid.
“Suck it.” Michael’s hoarse words were more of a plea than a command, but Tara complied, sinking down until she’d almost taken his entire length. Her lips stretched around his girth almost painfully. But it was a good, satisfying pain, and Tara began blowing him in earnest.
*
Mike watched her head bob up and down, his dick sliding in and out of her sweet mouth. Every time she slid down, he could feel her throat working around him, milking his cock for every ounce of cum he had, and it damn near made his eyes cross. He wanted to come in her mouth, needed to, but was afraid to ask for so much so soon. He’d take what he could get.
Tara’s tongue was magical, fluttering along the sensitive crown and the thick vein that ran along the underside of his penis. Mike’s balls were drawn up, and when she cupped them and kneaded gently, he almost blew his load right then. But he managed to hold on somehow because he never wanted this to end.
Mike watched his cock disappear into Tara’s mouth over and over, her head rotating from side-to-side to change the sensation. His hand on her head guided her to a faster pace, and finally, it was too much.
“Tara, I’m gonna come.” He groaned, glad to have been able to warn her so she could pull away.
But instead of pulling away and jacking him off, Tara moaned around his cock and increased her rhythm. Ecstatic, Mike cupped her head in his hands and held her gently while she sucked him off.
His cock jerked in her mouth, and the first spurt of cum shot onto her tongue. Tara swallowed quickly, but his cock was jerking and spurting hard now, and she wasn’t able to keep up. The creamy semen spilled from her mouth, coating his cock as she slid her mouth up and down again and again. His hips arched frantically, and his hands gripped her head as he took over and fucked her mouth. Tara never hesitated. Mike’s harsh breath and impatient groans sounded indecently loud in the empty room, and when the spasms began to subside, she took him as far into her mouth as she could and sucked, drawing forth several more desperate spurts before his hips relaxed beneath her.
Mike opened his eyes and looked down at Tara, his vision a little fuzzy after the most amazing blow job of his life. She’d remembered everything he’d shown her and was even now simply holding his cock in her mouth while he softened. The feeling was intense, to be inside of her while his erection went down, and she licked and swallowed the remainder of his cum. There had even been once during their short time together that this gentle suction had spawned another orgasm instead of softening his cock.
Mike watched her head for several more minutes, loving the knowledge that it was her, it was Tara, that had just sucked him nine ways to Sunday and unwilling to stop the gentle pressure that was sending tremors of unbearable pleasure shuddering up his spine. But eventually he gently tugged her head to pull her away. Tara sucked hard on the way up, and his breath stuck in his chest at the too-powerful sensation. She licked him a few more times, and then—finally—glanced up at him. Tara’s eyes were bright, her cheeks flushed.
Mike had always loved that this turned her on. Most women whined about it when he’d asked for it, so he’d rarely made the request. But never Tara. She’d leaped into it with all the enthusiasm of a novice. In the few months they’d dated, that enthusiasm had never waned. Mike hoped it never would because, holy shit, it was incredible.
“Your turn,” he said gruffly, and pulled Tara up to lie beside him. He turned onto his side and pulled her shirt up under her arms. “Take it off,” he growled, and Tara sat up to comply. When she sat up, he unhooked her bra. Both shirt and bra went flying to the floor.
When she lay back down, Mike unsnapped her jeans and slid his hands inside her panties and straight to her pussy. He sucked in a breath. “You are so fucking wet.” His fingers played in her creamy heat, spreading the moisture upward to her clit and rubbing in slow circles.
A little moan escaped her, and she arched under his hand. Mike sat up quickly and yanked her pants down and off. He moved between Tara’s legs and positioned himself until his face was level with her mound.
“Michael,” she started.
“Don’t stop me,” he growled. “Not when I’m so close.” He had to taste her, see if she tasted as good as he remembered. He’d combust if she stopped him before he could.
“I wasn’t going to.” Mike looked up at her, surprised and confused. “I just…” Tara paused and looked away, unable to hold his gaze. “I just wanted to ask if the door is locked.”
Mentally kicking himself, Mike ground his teeth together and said, “No.”
“I’ll lock it,” she whispered.
“On one fucking condition,” he bit out. “You come right back here, to this exact spot, and let me finish this.” There was no way he was going to let her back down now. He wanted this so fucking much, to have the flavor of h
er on his tongue, feel the spasms around his fingers as she cried out in ecstasy.
Tara nodded and Mike pulled away until she was able to get to her feet and stagger to the door. She flipped the lock and hurried back to the bed, her breasts jiggling as she walked. He wouldn’t have believed it was possible so soon, but at the sight of those perfect, heavy tits bouncing, his cock swelled again. Tara hesitated for a moment, shifting her weight from one foot to the other before climbing back on the bed. As soon as her legs were positioned on either side of his body, Mike buried his face in her heat. Parting her with his hands, he flicked his tongue over her clit and then rubbed it with long, slow laps. Her hips jerked again, and he shoved two fingers inside of her and moaned when he found her dripping wet.
Tara’s arms automatically went over her head, and her legs spread wider. God, that was sexy. He’d forgotten how she liked to be powerless when he went down on her.
Mike crooked his fingers inside of her and found the place he knew would send her into immediate orgasm. He rubbed quickly, flicking her clit lightly with his tongue, and she called his name as her pussy convulsed around his fingers.
Mike rubbed furiously at her G-spot, his fingers and hand now coated with moisture as she creamed around him. When the tremors began to subside, he said, “Hang on baby. This is your favorite part.” And mine.
He began rhythmically thrusting his fingers in and out and sucked her clit softly. He licked her from where his fingers disappeared into her body to the throbbing nub begging for his attention. He licked, sucked, and stroked until Tara was arching her hips to meet his thrusts.
Desperate whimpers poured from her lips as he ate her for all he was worth. He poured years of loneliness, meaningless flings, and yearning into his task, and when her body tightened around his fingers and she cried out in pleasure, it took every ounce of his willpower not to come again.
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