Forever Pucked (16 page)

“Do you need some Tylenol? Or an anti-inflammatory?”

“No. Not the kind of anti-inflammatory you get in a pill, anyway.”

I round the bed and realize my anxiety is unnecessary. Alex’s sweats are tented at the waist. I smile, glad my boobs have their desired effect. “Lift your bum,” I order.

Alex cocks a brow, but does what I ask. I hook my fingers on either side and pull the waistband down. Super MC pops out. He’s massive. And his purple head peeks out of the turtleneck. “Looks like someone needs some attention.”

He nods somberly.

Alex has an intense sex drive. It’s been several days since he’s had any relief. I skim the slit with my fingertip; it comes away wet.

He moans. I’d go ahead and lick my finger, because I’m sure it’d drive him crazy, but he hasn’t had a bath or a shower since he went into the hospital other than me sponging him down. I’m not all that interested in knowing what his dirty dick pre-cum tastes like.

Later, after it’s been soaped up, I’m all for loving on it with whatever he wants me to. I’m not sure sex will be on the table, considering all his broken parts, but a beaver can dream.

“Come on, let’s get you cleaned up so I can do naughty things to your dick.”

I don’t have to ask twice. Alex sits up with a wince. He has to take a few shallow breaths before he can do anything else. I gently run my hands over his thick shoulders, careful to avoid the bruises on the right one. Alex is built. I’ve never really been into the alpha guy. Before him, I always dated guys who focused more on intellectual pursuits than physical fitness. Being with Alex means I get both.

My boobs are right in his face, which was the whole point of getting in close. He only has the use of one hand, and his face is beat up, so he turns his head and presses his cheek against one boob while he kisses the swell of the other. He closes his eyes and sighs. I let him do the nuzzle thing for another minute, until his breathing is as regular as it’s going to get. He’s also started kneading my ass.

“I’m ready to be your naked nurse, if you’re ready for bath time.”

Sponge Baths

ALEX

I don’t care how much my shoulder aches, my balls ache more. I could probably take care of the situation on my own, but I don’t want to. I want Violet to take care of things for me. And she’s so naked. So perfectly, gorgeously naked.

She holds out a hand, and I take it. It still hurts to move, but I shuffle along behind her, watching her ass jiggle. Except it’s not quite as jiggly as it used to be. I let go of her hand and grab her ass. It’s definitely firmed up in the past few months.

She squeals and holds her bum. “What are you doing?”

“You been working out?”

“Sunny’s been making me do yoga when you guys are away. It’s a lot harder than I thought it would be. It’s not all humming and saying
Namaste
and pretending to be a tree.”

“Is that right?” My sister’s a yoga instructor, among other things. “Well, your ass is looking good.”

“Don’t get any ideas about my ass.”

“I was just noticing it looked good. That doesn’t mean I want to violate it.”

“Liar.” She holds her bum cheeks.

She’s right. I’m lying. I’ve never cared about ass sex until I started dating Violet and she made it clear it would be off-limits forever. She calls her ass Area 51. So now I’ve taken to joking about getting in there, except I’m not always joking anymore. I’m sure she can sense my infatuation.

But it’s not like she has anything to worry about. I barely have the energy to get my ass to the bathroom, let alone try anything on hers. Especially anything like that.

I sit down on the edge of the tub and lift one leg over, then the other. Not having use of one arm makes it tough to stay balanced, and I’m banged up enough as it is. I don’t need additional broken parts.

Violet waits until I’m settled in the tub. It’s deep, so only the tip of my erection floats above the water. She sits on the edge, facing me, and lifts one leg over. I get an awesome view of her pussy. It’s too far away for me to touch, which is completely unacceptable.

I’m so fucking mopey, I’m annoying myself.

She dips a toe in, testing to see if it’s too hot. Violet has sensitive skin when it comes to hot things, and sometimes my jizz. We’ve decided suicide wings could be the culprit. She lowers a leg in.

I crook a finger. “Come closer.”

She scooches forward until I can reach her ankle. “Is this good?”

I run my hand up the back of her leg to her knee. “Almost.”

Her skin makes that wet, rubbery sound when she slides up a little more. I leave a wet trail as I ease my hand along the inside of her thigh.

She watches my fingers move higher. “What’re you doing, Alex?”

I lick my lips, focused on the place I haven’t been in several days. “What does it look like I’m doing?”

She covers herself with a palm. “I’m supposed to be taking care of you, not the other way around.”

“Have you had an orgasm in the past three days?”

“No.”

“So I should give you one.”

“Or I could do it,” she suggests shyly.

When Violet and I are getting it on, I’m usually the one taking care of things for her. I like being the one to give her orgasms, and she doesn’t seem to have a problem with me taking control in that department. She’s rather vocal about how much she enjoys what I can do for and to her. It’s great for my ego.

But when it comes to touching herself, she gets stage fright. It’s cute. And sexy. Until she’s in the moment, she’s a little reserved about the whole thing, especially if I’m watching. We’re working on it. Well, I’m working on it.

I figure I’m in a good bargaining position. I’ve had a shitty few days. So has she. I’m not sure I can manage actual sex. I’d like to, but every part of my body hurts. So I’m going to use all my leverage to help Violet get more comfortable with me watching her, and then I’m hoping she’ll want to give me a hand in making at least one ache go away.

“Why don’t I get you started?” I offer, walking my fingers up the inside of her thigh.

She scoots closer, like maybe she’s on board with that idea. When I get close to her pussy, she moves her hand aside. I would love to bury my face in there, but my jaw is killing me, so that’s out.

I brush my fingers back and forth over her soft, smooth skin. Her clit is already peeking out, so she whimpers at the contact.

“Does that feel good, baby?” I keep up the tender touch. It drives her crazy, and makes her insanely wet.

“So good,” she whispers.

“You miss me?”

Her eyes lift from where I’m touching her. “So much.”

There’s more in the weight of those words than need. There’s fear.

I get it. I share it. But as far as Violet should be concerned, I’m on the road to recovery. My fears go deeper. There’s a lot more at stake now than bruises and a cracked rib.

I push those thoughts aside, because they take me out of this moment, which I need more than anything else. This I can control: Violet’s response to me, what I do to her, how I make her feel. I circle her clit with a knuckle, slow, teasing. She doesn’t push me to go faster, just holds on to the edge of the tub to keep steady and spreads her legs farther apart.

When she starts to shift her hips, I go lower and ease a single finger inside. Violet moans my name, and it echoes off the tile. She clamps a hand over her mouth to stifle the sound.

It makes me feel like a teenager again. Except as a teenager I didn’t have to make girls be quiet, because I didn’t actually get much of an opportunity to date.

“Did you lock the bedroom door?” I brush the pad of my thumb over her clit.

She sucks in a breath. “I think so.”

“Want me to stop so you can check?” I’m about to withdraw my fingers, but Violet covers my hand with hers.

“Your mom’s washing dishes; she’ll be a while, right?”

“Yeah, probably.”

“I can be quiet.” Violet’s eyes roll up when I curl my finger, and her teeth press into her lip so hard she turns the skin white.

“You sure about that?”

She grips the edge of the tub and reaches out with her foot, her toe catching the door. It closes with a quiet click.

“Okay, we should be good.” She skims my wrist with tentative fingertips, and moans softly when I add a second finger on the next slow thrust.

I’m so hard. The head of my cock is visible, water lapping at it. If I had a free hand I’d stroke it. But that one isn’t working too well, so it’ll have to wait.

The next finger flutter makes Violet cry out. I’m still rubbing her clit with my thumb, and it’s not the easiest thing to do.

“You can help me out if you want.” My voice is all gravel.

Violet’s eyes roll back down, and she gives me a demure smile. “I love helping you out.”

The hand that’s been resting on the base of her throat starts the descent. She pauses at her right boob. Biting her lip, she glances at me, and then down at her perky nipple. It’s hard, because she’s excited. She circles it with a manicured nail. It’s painted red, with a tiny little team logo, and my number is on the next one. A few chips mar the edges, she hasn’t had time to get them redone, because of me being in the hospital.

She gives her boob a squeeze and pinches her nipple, glancing up at me and then away just as quickly. She continues over her stomach until she reaches the crest of her pelvis. Then she slides two fingers between her wet, swollen lips, capturing her clit. Watching Violet touch herself is the only thing I like better than doing it myself.

She’s tentative at first, as expected, but as she gets more comfortable, she makes tight, aggressive circles, rubbing faster and harder than I do. I add a third finger, in case there’s a possibility I can provide another kind of relief after she comes. The hot water is easing some of my aches, as is getting Violet off on my fingers and hers.

Her moans get louder and more frequent. Then the chanting starts; this time it’s a low
fuck me
on repeat. “Oh, shit, Alex.” Her mouth drops open as ecstasy crosses her perfectly stunning face. She comes all over my hand.

I wait until her shoulders sag before I ease out. Then I lick my finger.

“Oh, God.”

“It’s as close as I’m getting to eating you until my jaw heals, so at least I get a taste.”

“When you’re ready, I’m happy to sit on your face.”

“I’ll be taking you up on that offer really damn soon.” Violet shivers, and I extend a hand. “Get in with me.”

She glances at the head of my cock, bobbing under the water, and back up at me. “Where should I go?”

“I’ll move over. You can straddle me.”

“Your legs don’t hurt? You’ve got some bad bruises.” She runs her thumb back and forth over my knuckles.

“Just be gentle with me.” I wink, even though I’m kind of serious.

Violet holds on to the towel bar and sets her foot beside my hip. The slip guard isn’t in the tub, though, so she doesn’t have traction. I put my good hand out, afraid she’s going to topple over, but she manages to stay steady. We both breathe a sigh of relief. She’s extra careful as she settles her weight on my thighs. It doesn’t feel too bad, probably because she’s sitting close to my cock, and I know I’m going to be touched by some part of her soon.

She leans forward, bracing a hand on either side of my head and kisses me. “Thank you for taking care of me. Can I take care of you now?”

I cup her cheek and trace her bottom lip. “Please.”

“Such good Canadian manners.” She kisses me again, slipping her tongue inside my mouth as she rubs up against my cock. Maybe I can deal with sex. I want it. Her. I want
in
her.

She moans, and I know she can taste herself. Eventually she breaks the kiss and sits back. She doesn’t rest much of her weight on my legs, which is good, because she’s right, there are a shitload of bruises.

Violet grips the base of my cock and runs her fingertip across the slit at the tip, over and over, around and around. I groan. The touch is too soft. My cock kicks in her palm. I wrap my good hand around hers and tighten her grip, guiding her strokes.

“You need to come so bad, don’t you?” she whispers in the voice that makes me want to take her back to the locker room and repeat that entire event, minus us getting caught at the end.

“I really fucking do.”

“Do you want me to use my hand, or do you think it would be okay…” She trails off, uncertain.

“If you take it easy, we can def—” I don’t even get to finish the sentence before she rises. She rubs my cock over her clit and goes lower until the head disappears inside her.

“Oh, fuck.”

“Don’t worry, I don’t expect you to last long.”

I grip her thigh and close my eyes as she sinks down, hot water replaced by even hotter skin. “That’s good, because I won’t.”

As soon as I’m inside her, I want to start thrusting, but that’s not a great plan, unless I want to hurt worse than I already do. Violet holds the edge of the tub with one hand and the towel bar with the other as she starts to roll her hips. It feels fucking amazing. I reach up and fondle her boob.

She does all the work, because I really can’t help out much other than holding her tit. She doesn’t seem to mind. She keeps moving over me, slow and easy. Eventually she leans in and braces her weight behind me. Her nipples graze my chest.

“I really needed you like this.” Her lips touch mine.

“Me too, baby.”

“I was afraid I was going to lose you,” she says softly, her voice cracking.

I run my fingers through the hair at the nape of her neck, smoothing my thumb along the ridges of her spine. “I’m right here.”

“Don’t scare me like that again.” She kisses me, not letting me answer, which is good, because that’s not a promise I can make or likely keep.

Her kisses are as soft and slow as the way she’s loving me. I’m so close. I don’t think it’s even been three minutes. “Violet…”

“I love you.” Her nose brushes mine.

I tighten my grip on the back of her neck, kissing her as I groan her name. I try not to tense up, but it’s impossible with the way the orgasm punches me in the spine. It actually feels like it’s punching me in my cracked rib, but I block out the pain so I can focus, as least for a few seconds, on the pleasure.