Bad Seed

“Come here,” she said. She sat me up and pushed me against the couch, crawling on top of me and lowering herself onto my cock.

She was worried about my leg, so she grabbed onto my shoulders to keep her weight off my injury. I didn’t care if she hurt me. Her pussy felt like heaven as it wrapped around my rock-hard dick. I thrust upward, slamming inside of her and making her gasp with pleasure.

She rode me hard and fast, rubbing her perfect tits against my face. I growled and bit her, sucking her nipples into my mouth and gripping her ass while she bounced up and down on me.

“Shit,” I said breathlessly. “God, you feel fucking amazing.”

Tara leaned down to pull my lips in for another kiss. I lifted my hips upward while she bucked against me. She was moaning with pleasure against my lips, but she never broke our kiss. I could feel her desperation as she clawed at my back and let me fuck her with abandon. We were both so close, her pussy already fluttering around my cock.

She tore her lips from mine and screamed out my name as she came. I followed right behind her, crashing upward and forcing her down on top of me. I grunted and held her there, squeezing her ass and kissing her trembling lips.

“Caleb,” she moaned and rocked her hips against me a few more times, letting her orgasm drag itself out.

When she finally lifted herself off me, I saw worry fly across her face as she looked down at my leg.

“I’m fine,” I said quickly. “I’m fucking more than fine.”

She grinned and kissed me lightly. I held her close while waves of pleasure continued to rock through my body.

CHAPTER TEN - TARA

Two days later, I still couldn’t believe I’d had sex with Caleb. Every time I thought about him, my legs trembled and my panties filled with desire. It was the hottest, most erotic night of my entire life and already, I missed him like crazy. I longed to be near him, to kiss him again, to feel his hard cock move inside me. It was almost too much to handle. For two days, I daydreamed about him. I had been so adamant about denying myself the chance to be with him again, but in the end, I just couldn’t stay away. Good or bad, our intense connection was still there.

At work on Monday, I forced myself to focus. My other patients needed my attention. I wouldn’t see Caleb until six o’clock that evening. I spent all day trying not to fantasize about him taking me right there on my desk, but it was impossible. He’d completely overwhelmed my mind and my body. I was putty in his hands, and I hated myself for it.

Despite how fantastic our night together was, I left his apartment feeling confused and scared. I had work the next morning so I couldn’t stay the night. It was probably for the best because, by the time I reached my own bedroom, my head was pounding so badly I could barely see straight. These headaches were becoming more frequent and painful. I knew it was time to do something about them, so I made an appointment for Monday afternoon.

I spent all morning thinking about Caleb and worrying about my appointment. My first few sessions of the day were easy. I didn’t have to try hard, but when Olivia walked through the door with her mother by her side, I knew it was time to get serious. This little girl needed my full attention, and I would be damned if I didn’t give it to her.

“She’s doing so well,” I told her mom when the session was over. “I think our time together will be ending soon.”

“Already?” her mom asked.

“We’ll finish out this week and then see where we are,” I said. “I know you’re worried, but I’m telling you, her progress is incredible.”

“I feel like normal again,” Olivia said happily.

I laughed and said goodbye. It was almost time for my appointment upstairs. My stomach clenched with nerves as I left the PT building and headed toward the main hospital. I had made an appointment with the best neurosurgeon in the hospital. He didn’t usually take cases that weren’t referrals, but my dad pulled a few strings to get me in. He was worried and after my last headache, so was I.

When I made it to Dr. Anderson’s office, I checked in and sat down to wait. My legs were shaking until finally, Dr. Anderson called me back. He led to toward his office, and we sat down to talk.

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“Tell me about your headaches,” he said with a kind smile.

“They started a couple months ago,” I said. “But lately, they’ve gotten worse and more frequent.”

“How often do they occur?” he asked.

“Once every few days,” I said. “Sometimes I can push through the pain, but most of the time, it knocks me on my ass.”

“Are they in your temples?” he asked.

“Kind of everywhere,” I said. “They usually start in my temples and then spread.”

“Have you vomited?”

His eyes met mine, and I could see concern swimming over his face. My heart raced in my chest. Was there something seriously wrong with me?