by Amber Burns
Why? The thought went through my head as she led the way then helped me get back into my bed. Was this just because she was looking for an easy fuck? Obviously, I wouldn’t be putting out tonight.
“Do you prefer sleeping on your back or your side?”
“Back,” I grimaced as I moved and struggled to get comfortable.
She held the blankets, and when I stopped moving, proceeded to tuck me in like I was a child. I growled out a complaint that went ignored. As soon as she deemed me comfortable, she went into the bathroom to go through my medicine cabinet. There was grumbling coming from the bathroom before a sigh, and the nurse came back into the bedroom.
“Well, you’re out of Tylenol, ibuprofen, and shaving cream. I have some that I can give you, not the shaving cream, but as soon as you can, you’ll want to get your own.” She went through her purse and produced a small bottle. “I would go with the ibuprofen over acetaminophen just to be safe,” she shook out two pills then handed them to me. “Oh hang on, and I’ll get you some water.” I didn’t get the chance to protest, she was out of the door in a flash. I heard rummaging and then the faucet before she came back to me. “Drink plenty of water and make sure you eat properly. You did lose a decent amount of blood even though it wasn’t a dangerous amount.”
She started to step away when it was apparent I was settled. I caught her wrist, and with little effort, I tugged her down onto the bed with me. She stumbled and ended up sprawl against my left side, half across my chest.
“How is it?” I met her worried expression with a glower. “You call me wanting to fuck, and you get here with the intent to nurse me back to health?”
I could see she was affected by the sudden closeness, she gasped though she made no attempt to push herself off of me.
“I-I I. Well,” her expression hardened. “You were hurting. Are you complaining about me helping you?”
“No,” I took her hand and placed it on my cock, it was half mast, but there was a chance that I could probably get up and get going.
Even with as tired as I was, having her here fussing over me seemed to have quirked its interest. With her hand on me, it only seemed to stiffen more. I saw her mouth open, likely to protest, and I curled my hand into her ponytail. I didn’t give her the opportunity to say anything, I pulled her down to me and caught her mouth. Her lips were already parted, and I didn’t beat around the bush, I delved between them to taste her.
It was like I was cured, the burning in my side was forgotten. I was only aware of our mouths melded together and her hand on my dick. I was hardening rapidly, even though she just cupped me and hadn’t offered me so much as a stroke. Just the act of me plundering her mouth got me going, I arched my hips up against her hand, and any thoughts of going back to sleep would be shelved until I was done here. I fisted my fingers into her hair and tugged, she made a noise of protest but pulled her mouth from mine and tilted her head back like I wanted. I followed her chin up to the line of her jaw until I got to her ear.
“You still want me to fuck you?” The hand on my cock flexed then gripped me through the blankets and my boxers. I growled low in her ear, “I’m gonna take that as a yes.”
“Strenuous activity should be avoided so soon after getting these stitches,” she sounded breathy. I knew as I traced my tongue down her neck into the little v collar of her scrub top that I was affecting her just as she was affecting me. “You’re hurting, it will make matters worse.”
“Then, you get to do all the work,” I assured her, shifted to pull the scrub top up over her head. She didn’t protest, but she went to cover the black lacy bra she wore.
“Th-this is a bad idea,” she started, and I tugged her down so I could silence anymore protests with my mouth.
She gave in when my tongue tangled with hers. I slipped a hand up to toy with her covered breasts, palming one until I felt the nipple peak. The more I weighed her breast in my hand the more I wanted to see them, I tugged her bra up and kissed my way down her neck. I drug my teeth along her skin. I traced my tongue around the curve of the breast I wasn’t fondling, following it until I reached the peak. I sucked it into my mouth, tonguing it and suckling her because I enjoyed the taste. She made a noise, but it didn’t sound like an objection, it was more along the lines between a gasp and a moan.
“Pull your pants and panties off,” I growled against her skin, shoving the blankets down.
“I didn’t,” she started again, and I arched up to catch her mouth. I shoved my tongue into her mouth to keep her from protesting.
“No,” I growled. “This is what you came over for this is what you’re getting.”
She shifted away from me and tugged her pants down. I groaned at the sight of the matching thong she had on, she wiggled out of it, and I pressed my hand between her thighs. I spread her lower lips and mapped out her slit with my fingers, finding her clit and circling it as she adjusted against me.
“Get on me,” I instructed and as soon as she was straddling my waist I started toying with her cunt again. She was damp already just enough so I could press two fingers into her. I stroked upward, curling my fingers and searching for that secret spot that had her hips curling into my hand. “You’re gonna fuck me,” I told her as I mouthed at her tit, her soft hum told me that she didn’t have any more protests. “You’re going to ride my dick until we both explode, got me?”
“Yes,” it was hissed out, and something told me she enjoyed being bossed around.
“Get on it,” I commanded and pulled my fingers from her so I could have my cock ready for her to sit on.
She shifted downward, and without a thought, I aimed for her entrance and guided her down onto me with my hands on her hips. As soon as I was seethed fully into her heat, she moaned, “There’s no condom.”
“Worry about it later,” I arched up into her, thrusting carefully when the fire in my side started to flare up. “You’ve got to do the movin’,”
I had my hands on my hips and tried to press her into a rhythm that wasn’t too rough. She made a grumbled complaint that I couldn’t understand and began to move with the careful rhythm I set. I reached up around her to unhook her bra and adjusted the angle so she leaned down over me and her tits were in my face, shaking with the rolling of her hips.
“Keep them in my face,” her gaze locked down on mine. “And fuck me until we both get off.”
All I got was a nod, and then her eyes rolled back as she seemed to focus on the movement of her hips. I might have been barking orders, but in this condition and the position I was in, she was in control. She moved at her own speed, rolling her hips at first then thrusting herself down onto my cock in a hurried pace. Her breath came in pants, and every time her pace quickened it would be accompanied by short moans. Her cunt started to squeeze me tight, and I held onto her hips, trying to keep from letting go too soon. She felt so hot against me, surrounding me that her earlier concern about protection hadn’t even occurred to me. I was playing with fire because I knew I wouldn’t be able to pull out in time.
I heard the headboard beating against the wall, and I didn’t care, I felt her shift higher above me to change the angle. She released a breath and seemed to forget what I told her because she sat up completely then, her hands resting on my stomach as she rode my cock. I felt her muscles tighten then start to pulse around me, she was close like she was about to tumble right over the edge. While I felt a tightening in my balls, I was nowhere near the end of this ride. That didn’t seem to affect her at all. She threw her head back, moaning as she ground herself down on me hard. She squeezed me tightly one last time before she relaxed and melted down on to me.
I grunted, my cock throbbing still in her tight hold. “You don’t get to nod off, yet,” I huffed and started rolling my hips up into hers again. “Finish me off now,” I commanded giving her ass a sharp slap.
Her breath hitched, and she looked at me, “You’re going to cum in me.”
“That’s the plan,” I kept moving, my
pace not what I needed it to be and I knew I couldn’t get it where I needed it to be.
“I don’t want to get pregnant,” she argued.
“For a nurse,” I heaved up into her despite the throbbing ache in my side. “You should be smart enough to remember there’s a morning after pill. I’ll take care of it,” I assured her.
“They’re not one hundred percent,” she growled at me an attempt at menace would have been endearing. I wonder what kind of sass this girl was capable of.
“Really?” I gasped out, feeling so close. I gave her ass another hard slap. “Shit happens. What are you gonna do about it?”
She started to move with me, her hips rocking on mine and a sense of urgency seemed to occur to her.
“I’ll beat your ass if it happens,” she told me, her hands reached up into my hair, and she tugged it until my head tilted back.
“You think you can take me,” I asked, panting as I felt the pressure becoming too much.
“I already am,” she gasped and that strangling grasp was back, she shifted her hands to my shoulders, and I was surprised that she was rolling close to another orgasm.
I dug my fingers into her hips, holding on as I felt myself explode, it didn’t stop her. She kept thrusting down onto me as I emptied myself into her, when her orgasm hit her again I was overly sensitized to it, and I couldn’t help but whimper as she squeezed me hard.
“Fuck me,” I winced and trembled.
It had been too good, too much. I was going to have to see this girl again and fuck her when I was one hundred percent, I didn’t do myself justice.
“Didn’t I just?” She had a dreamy expression on her face, and she had melted onto me again.
I panted as she seemed to be far too relaxed after that. Here I was thinking of the next chance I could get to have her. That wasn’t a usual thought… that wasn’t something I was supposed to have. I didn’t have time for a regular woman, I didn’t have the desire to have one. Normally, after sex like that, I would roll over go to sleep, and the bitch would get the hint. But this bitch was still on me, I was still in her getting soft, and I could feel her breathing deeply. If she hadn’t fallen asleep, she was close to it.
“Stay here,” I breathed in her ear, despite the fact that I knew nothing good could come from that happening. “Stay right here, like this.”
“I don’t know that I could drive home,” she admitted, sounding slightly drunk.
“Then, it’s settled,” I looked up at the ceiling, knowing that I would regret this later. “Sleep here, we’ll handle the other stuff later.”
I kept my hands on her hips, refraining touching and stroking her back.
This was a bad idea.
7
I was cocooned in bliss, save for the burning ache in my side. I had a sweet heat wrapped around my cock, breasts pressed into my chest, and the soft snore of a woman puffing against my cheek. I could’ve slept like this for hours and would have, until the warm body on me started to shift. I didn’t notice, but my bed mate's snoring stopped. My cock slipped out of the warm place it had been in. It had been at half mast, and I grumbled out a protest. The body on me shifted, so it was curled against my side, not as sweet a position, but I struggled to stay asleep.
What finally woke me was the body pulling away from me. The loss of the warmth and the movement on the bed had me peering through my lashes at the girl I had slept with. I watched her as she pushed herself to the edge of the bed, give me a careful look, then stand. She went on a search for her clothing, and I watched her dress, sitting up carefully.
“Skipping out now?”
She froze then forged ahead, “I don’t want to take a bigger chance than I already have. I need to get to the pharmacy.”
“Give me my wallet, it’s on the dresser. I’ll give you the cash to pay for it.”
I had hoped she’d stay longer. The fuck was wrong with me?
“I’m not letting you pay for having sex with me,” her gaze pierced me, and I couldn’t help, but laugh.
I shifted to the edge of the bed, kicking my boxers the rest of the way off.
“I don’t want to pay for the sex,” I stood. “I want to pay for being reckless.” I could feel her eyes on me as I walked, nude, to the dresser. All I had was the hundreds Wilson had given me for fucking up Billings. I pulled one out and offered it to her. “That should cover it. If there’s change, do me a favor.”
Her brows drew together, and I could see her getting angry with me, “What?”
“Get on birth control,” I scratched at my stomach as I waited for her to take the offered money. “As soon as I get these stitches out I’m going to need to fuck you again, right next time.”
She blinked at me slowly, “Next time?”
I got irritated when she didn’t take the money from me and sauntered closer so I could shove the bill into the pocket of her scrub top. “The number you called me on yours?” She nodded, “You said I got two weeks with these in my side?”
“You should get a phone call for an appointment to have them taken out,” she informed me. “Usually they stay in for about two weeks.”
“I will be calling. You and me…” I took her chin in my hand. “Will do this again.”
“I didn’t ask for a boyfriend,” she said, sounding unsure.
“I didn’t say anything about being your boyfriend,” I went into the bathroom, turning the shower on so it would be warm by the time I got under the spray. “I want to fuck you again without,” I gestured to my bandaged side. “This hindering my performance.” I turned to get into the shower, and she stepped into the bathroom, for a moment I thought she was going to join me. I wanted her to.
“Don’t get the bandages wet,” she turned me then helped me get into the shower properly so my right side wouldn’t be wet. “You want to avoid getting your stitches wet for the first few days. If you have to shower make sure the bandages are on and that you avoid getting them wet.”
“Back to trying to nurse me?”
“Taking care of the sick and injured is what I do,” she raised an eyebrow at me. “I can’t help going into nurse mode. It’s a frame of mind.” She was nurturing, and there was something about her that made my heart beat faster.
What was this? I put a hand to my chest as if I could calm my heart that way.
“So,” I tried to ignore the tightness in my chest. “I call you, you gonna answer? Or am I going to have to show up at the ER again?”
One side of her mouth pulled up, and she leaned into the spray of water, pressing her lips to mine. “You call me, I’ll answer.”
For some reason, relief flooded me, and I nodded, “Good.”
“Eat,” she pointed a finger at me like I was a child. “Get good meals in you and take your medicine.”
I snorted and watched her walk out of the bathroom, leaving me to wash myself.
I focused on cleaning off the sweat from the night before, the stink of sex, and the smell of her off my skin. When I got out and dried off, I went back to my bed to see if her scent lingered there. I smelled a pillow finding trace hints of almonds and vanilla. I dropped the pillow back on the bed and sat down on it, heavily.
The fuck was wrong with me? What the fuck was I doing here? I had no fucking clue.
8
I couldn’t stay at home because the need to curl back up in my bed and lay in the smell of her was too much. I didn’t do that shit. That shit wasn’t me. I didn’t pine for a woman. Sex didn’t equate to love, it was a means to an end for me. It was one way to alleviate the build of aggression that I would feel in my neck and shoulders, kind of like a way to reduce stress only it eased me when I was forced to be stagnant.
While it had been a year of doing what felt like nothing, I had just come in from a night of whooping ass. I shouldn’t have been so susceptible to the charms of one woman. She hadn’t even flirted with me while she took care of me. She had been all business. I had pressed for sex, I had wanted it even though I was hurti
ng. Thinking about it now, I wanted it again. I wanted the smell of her in my nose, I wanted to taste her sex, I wanted to hear her scream my fucking name.
I didn’t do this shit.
I rolled into the clubhouse without much direction. I had hopes that Wilson would give me something to get my mind off my problems. When I walked in the bar was sparsely filled, there were a few guys surrounding a couple tables for lunch. I usually didn’t hang out at the clubhouse unless something was actively happening, but here I was. I saw Wilson and Tillman at a table, talking lowly to one another. I couldn’t really say I had many friends here, the majority knew I was only here to lay waste to people’s asses.
With the lack of better options, I didn’t ask to join them. I just sat down. I got a glare from Tillman, but Wilson didn’t halt the conversation at all. I sat and listened, hoping that it would lead to something to take my mind off of the sudden infatuation I had.
