Crush

by West, Heather

  I moaned into the kiss. When we finally broke for air, I looked into his eyes and was about to tell him everything; How happy I was that he was awake, how I was sorry that I’d done this without his permission, how much I hoped that we could work out whatever was happening between us. But I never got the chance.

  Danny rolled us over, flopping me down on my stomach unceremoniously. I let out a little squeak, but didn’t protest. He jerked me up a little to yank off my shirt and unsnap my bra, freeing my large breasts. But he didn’t linger on them, he had other things on his mind. His hands went to my jeans and got them halfway down my legs along with my panties, enough so that my bare ass was accessible to him.

  He paused and I glanced over my shoulder at him to see him yank the dressing gown off of his body, exposing his hard muscles and his even harder cock.

  I felt his hands on my ass, pulling at them so that he could slide his member between the small opening between my legs, searching for my hot, wet core. He found it quickly and I felt his hard length slide along my skin before pressing at my entrance. I opened my mouth, about to scream as I felt his head pop into me, but Danny put three of his large fingers into my mouth before I could, making me suck them as he slid his entire hard cock inside my small opening in one hard, urgent thrust.

  “Fuck!” he cried out from behind me, clearly trying to keep quiet, but needing to vocalize his pleasure.

  From there, things moved quickly. He began to pump into my pussy at a breakneck speed that made the bed squeak and move and had my body feeling like it was going to be torn apart. But I didn’t care; I wanted it, as much as he was willing to give me. He kept his fingers in my mouth and I sucked at them while his left hand gave my ass a sudden, resounding smack.

  I let out a whimper around his fingers but didn’t ask him to stop or want him to. I felt his hips smacking against my backside over and over again as he drove into me with all his might, his thrusts filling me up to the brim, until there was no more room inside me.

  He panted above me, desperate and needy, his body slick with sweat just like mine. I heard him mutter, “C’mon, baby, c’mon,” repeatedly, a chant to himself as though willing himself to go deeper or faster inside of me.

  My saliva coated his fingers as I whimpered around them and I used my forearms to keep myself partially propped up so that my back was arched and my breasts had just enough room to bounce, my hard nipples grazing the fabric of his sheets.

  “You’re tight, Ash,” he murmured through gritted teeth. “And wet and my fucking god you feel good. I’m going to bury myself inside you and—”

  I felt the pulsing of his hard cock that told me he was there. His fingers slipped from my mouth so that he could use both his hands to brace himself above me as he emptied himself inside my willing body. He cursed and groaned and begged above me, his body trembling and then it was over.

  His soft member slipped out of me and he laid down beside me. I kicked my pants off the rest of the way and curled up to him. He wrapped his arms around me, neither of us caring that we were covered in sweat and other things, and he pulled the sheet up to cover our naked bodies.

  I could already feel my eyelids tugging down and drifted off to sleep to the feeling of his lips pressing against my forehead.

  Chapter Ten

  I woke up with a splitting headache. It made me groan and shift, the pounding in my head making me want to bitch about everything from the lumpy mattress to the lights overhead and the stupid, worthless curtains. But then I felt her.

  There was a pressure, heavy and warm on my chest. I glanced down awkwardly, my chin pressed down at my collarbone so I could look down my nose, and saw that Ashley was there with me. She was sleeping peacefully, her face sweet and young and happy in sleep. Her body was wrapped up around me, snuggled close and hanging on with the arm slung around my waist.

  Slowly, a smile settled on my lips.

  My mind flashed back to last night—or whenever it was; I was a little foggy on the timing of things—and to how hard I’d plowed into her, desperate to fuck her like there was no tomorrow.

  It was her fault, I thought cheerfully. She’d sucked my cock so deep into her mouth that I thought she would choke on it at any minute. She didn’t, of course. And when I’d come to, her lips were wrapped around my length, spit slipping down my skin as it dripped from her mouth, and her eyes had darted up to look at me from beneath those sexy fully lashes…

  Well, hell, a guy would be crazy to not pound into her until one or both of us broke.

  Wrapping my arms tighter around her, I hugged her close to me. She felt good and warm, her breathing even and her heart pounding in a steady rhythm that was like music against my frame.

  She felt wonderful.

  I could have gone back to sleep, probably, and just spent the entire day together with Ashley in bed, but we weren’t going to get that chance. Well, not at the hospital at least.

  The door opened and in walked a nurse dressed in green scrubs with pink butterflies on it—maybe not the best color combination in the world, I thought—carrying a clipboard. She was a little heavy, with dark hair that was pulled up into a tight, but messy bun, and had glasses sitting on her nose with those little beaded necklace things that let them hung around her neck when she wanted to take them off.

  She was looking at her clipboard when she first walked in, but as soon as she glanced up, she froze. It took her just a couple of seconds to take in several things. First, I was awake—which I’m sure she thought was good. The second, I was most definitely not alone. Third, both myself and Ashley were completely naked.

  I tugged the sheets up higher around us, mostly trying to make sure that Ashley was decent. I knew that she wouldn’t like having been caught—I wondered if there was a way to get around telling her—and she definitely wouldn’t like some stranger, nurse or not, seeing her naked.

  I offered the nurse a sheepish grin and shrugged my shoulders lightly, trying to keep my movements soft so that I didn’t wake up Ashley.

  The nurse looked more than a little offended by the whole thing. Her eyes narrowed behind her glasses and she pulled a deep frown. “I see you’re feeling better,” she told me in a tone that screamed disapproval.

  Guess I couldn’t really blame her. I definitely wasn’t taken here so that I could bone my sister. I pushed the thought of Ashley being my sister away and focused on the fact that we were here, together, and I liked the way she felt curled up against me more than anything else in the world.

  “Yes, ma’am,” I told her, sounding like a teenager caught sneaking his girl into his room. Which I guess wasn’t all that far from the mark.

  Making an irritated sound in her throat, the woman shook her head. “Alright. I think it’s pretty clear that you’re just fine and this is a hospital not a by the hour motel. It’s time for you to get dressed and do your release paperwork.”

  With that she huffed once more, then turned away, stomping angrily down the hall as she muttered about stupid, disrespectful kids. I let out a sigh of relief. It could have been worse. She could have called the doctor in or my dad or someone else. Maybe someone with a camera. I wasn’t a movie star or anything, but playing for the NFL meant that I was pretty high profile. If someone snapped a picture of the two of us naked together, it wouldn’t take much for the tabloids—or ESPN—to get ahold of it. Which wouldn’t be that big of a deal, except I had a feeling it wouldn’t take long after that before someone realized that we shared the same name not because we were married or something.

  Sighing, I looked down at Ashley again. She was still asleep—thank god—and looking peaceful, happy. I didn’t really want to wake her up, but I had a feeling the two of us did not want to be here when that nurse came back. So, I gently ran my hand along Ashley’s smooth, soft arm.

  “Ash, babe, it’s time to get up,” I murmured, leaning my head down so that I could put my lips near her ear.

  She made a sound that was low in her throat, it sounded like a
protest, and then didn’t move. I laughed a little at her, then tried again.

  “C’mon, it’s time to go. Let’s get dressed before dad comes barging in.”

  That was enough to get her attention and I immediately felt a little bad for it. I didn’t want her to feel guilty about what we’d done last night, but I needed her to move and now that I’d said it, I quickly realized that it was a very serious problem with a fairly high probability of happening. Neither of us was anywhere near close to telling dad what was going on—if we ever were going to—especially since I, at least, had no idea what was going on.

  I knew it wasn’t really appropriate, though.

  “Shit, what time is it?” Ashley asked, pulling away from me as she sat up.

  The sheet dropped from her chest, revealing he smooth, round breasts to my gaze. I didn’t mean to stare at her; I hadn’t been planning on trying anything with her this morning—especially after that nurse had just come in and yelled at us, which I’d already decided I was not going to tell Ashley about. But, I was a guy and there were some things that I just couldn’t help. Staring at her boobs like they were the most awesome form of entertainment in the world—which I happened to think they were, or at least pretty damn high on the list—happened to be one of them. Waking up with morning wood was the other.

  I shifted, sitting up myself, as I’d suddenly grown uncomfortable. My cock had hardened almost as soon as she sat up, her sexy, inviting body immediately bringing myself around to full on lust in no time flat. God, how I wanted her. And it didn’t seem to matter if I’d already had her or not, either. I wanted more.

  Ashley didn’t seem to notice for a moment, but when she glanced back at me, raising her arms so that she could gather up her hair, she paused. My eyes were fixated on her tits which looked even better with her arms up and her body twisting around to face me, but she had glanced down quickly.

  A smile slipped onto her full lips and I remembered waking up yesterday to find those same lips wrapped around my dick.

  She gave good head and I suddenly wished I’d come in her mouth. Of course, I wouldn’t have gotten to fuck her then, not for a while, but part of me thought it might have been worth it.

  She put her long blonde hair into a ponytail, then let her hands drop, one of them darting over to my lap where the sheet still covered my lower half. I saw now that my cock had grown hard enough that it was standing at attention and had caused a tent to form in the sheets.

  She reached for it and wrapped her tiny hands around it, giving me several hard strokes.

  My head fell back, heat flooding my body as blood rushed like a river rapid down south to help out my cock. I groaned at her touch, wishing that we could keep going and repeat some of our festivities last night, but I remembered the nurse and dad and that we needed to get ourselves the hell out of here.

  Reaching out, I put my hand on top of hers, still her movements. “Sorry, babe, that feels fucking awesome, but we need to stop. The nurse will be back soon.”

  Ashley looked disheartened and a little put out by my decline, and I felt bad. I wanted her more than I think I’ve ever wanted anything, but I knew better than to take her once again in the hospital. Someone was going to walk in on us and with our luck, it would be our dad.

  That wasn’t going to go over well and I knew Ashley understood that.

  “I think we should do this… later,” I told her through gritted teeth, realizing that maybe if I told her what I was thinking she wouldn’t feel so bad. “This is a hospital, Ash. No one’s going to give us privacy, not like that. Not with doctors and nurses running around. Let’s wait until we get home and there are doors with locks on them and beds that are a hell of a lot more comfy than this.”

  She bit her lip, pulling her hand away from me—I ached as soon as her touch left, wishing that I hadn’t just told her to stop—and glanced up at me. “So… you still want to though, right?” She looked a little uncertain about things and I realized suddenly that I’d given her reason to doubt whether or not I wanted her.

  The night of mom’s funeral—had it really only been the day before yesterday?—I’d walked out in a panic, horrified by what we’d done together. There was still some of that lingering guilt making my stomach twist and worry in strange ways, but I’d had to let most of it go last night. With Ashley on top of me like that, I’d practically lost my mind. I’d needed her more than air at that moment and that’s all it took to make me realize that what I felt for her wasn’t wrong; it was inevitable.

  Smiling at her in a way that I hoped was reassuring, I reached out and caressed her cheek. (It took everything I had to not grab her tits instead, but I was trying to be reassuring, gentlemanly, and still get us out of here without getting caught.)

  “I’ve wanted to for a long time, Ash,” I admitted and it was the truth. Ashley had been swirling around in my head in all kinds of inappropriate ways for a long time now. She meant the world to me I realized, wondering how in the hell I’d managed to miss that in the first place. “But this is definitely not the place or the time. Let’s get out of here.”

  She nodded and got up off the bed. I watched her as she reached down to pick up her pants and her shirt, watched as her heart shaped ass pointed towards me, perfect and inviting. I promised myself that this wouldn’t, couldn’t be the last time between us and that the next time I’d bend her over and take her.

  When she was half dressed, I cleared my throat and finally got up myself. It was difficult, but I managed to calm down my raging hard on enough that it wouldn’t look conspicuous in my clothing. Thankfully, I wasn’t going to have to walk out of here in my uniform. Dad and Ash had brought some of my clothes from home so I threw those on, leaving my football uniform packed away in the brown paper bag the hospital staff had put them in originally.

  When we were both fully dressed and more or less looked presentable—Ashley looked amazing, as always, but I was glad she’d pulled her hair up; it kept the image of her having just been fucked at bay—I grabbed what few things were left of mine in the room and we headed out.

  Once we were out of the hall and down the way, Ashley finally pulled out her cell phone. They weren’t allowed in most of the places inside the hospital, so she’d waited politely before calling dad.

  “Hey, Dad,” she greeted a little nervously but hiding it pretty well. “Did you get some sleep?”

  Dad said something that I couldn’t quite make out but it sounded like a question about Ashley and me. I saw a blush come over her cheeks and worried just what he’d asked. Had he suspected something was going on between the two of us?

  When Ashley laughed into the phone, I felt a little better.

  “Yeah, dad, I did. I decided not eating the food there was the best call for my health, though, so I skipped that, but otherwise I managed to get some sleep.” There was a pause. “No, Danny’s awake now.” Another pause and an exasperated look from Ashley that made me want to laugh. “He’s good dad, really. They let him fill out the release papers.”

  There was another pause and this time, I could hear dad’s excitement coming through from the other end, even though I couldn’t make out what he was saying.

  “Okay, dad. We’re walking out of the hospital right now. Come pick us up? I didn’t want to call in the hospital.” Ashley nodded. “Okay, yeah, we’ll meet you in a few.” Pause. “I promise he’s fine dad. Just ready to get the hell out of here.”

  Ashley hung up then, shoving her phone into her back pocket, giving me the opportunity to gaze down at her ass. I quickly looked away though as she turned to me.

  “Dad’s got the car,” she explained. “Since we went to the game together, we took one car. Save on parking and fuel and all that green crap, too.”

  I laughed at her when she said that “green crap.” Ashley was always a more intelligent, environmental type than I would ever be, though she had eased up in the last few years. During high school she’d joined the environmental club, volunteered for a save t
he whales thing (or something), and had started the school’s recycling program.

  I thought she was pretty amazing for being so passionate and determined to work at things that a lot of people thought were bullshit, but honestly, I didn’t care all that much about going green. I mean, I didn’t need to go out and cut down trees for the hell of it or coat baby seals in crude oil, but I thought that a lot of environmentalists were overreacting about things.

  The planet wasn’t dying because of us.

  But either way, Ashley was really into it, so I’d kept my quips and eye rolls to a minimum. I was glad that now she was a little more toned down about it.

  “I’m glad you came,” I told her sincerely. I thought of how mom was supposed to be in the stands with dad, cheering me on like she had every game before that, and my heart seized just a little.

  Ashley looked at me incredulously. “You ended up in the hospital! Of course, I came!”

  I laughed and shook my head. “No, not the hospital. I meant the game. I… I wasn’t sure you’d go. Or that you’d even want to.”