Bad Seed

“You feel incredible,” he said. His voice was rough, deeper than I’d ever heard it.

I pushed my ass back against him while he took me hard and slow. He wasn’t in a rush. I could tell from the way he moved that he was still afraid to hurt me, but his thrusts were deep and insistent. They sent waves of pleasure washing over my body and soon, I was bordering on the edge of an amazing orgasm.

“I’m so close,” I said. “Don’t stop.”

“Never.”

Caleb pushed himself harder inside of me, his fingers speeding up over my clit. I moaned and gasped, feeling every inch of him. I reached up to wrap my arm around his neck while he kissed my shoulder.

Our bodies melted together. I came slowly, the orgasm building more and more with each thrust. Caleb groaned when he felt my pussy tighten around him, and he moved even slower, dragging out my pleasure until I couldn’t breathe.

His own release came soon after, leaving him panting and sweaty. We stayed frozen in that position, neither of us ready to move.

When we finally did, Caleb didn’t let me go far. He rolled onto his back and held me against his chest, placing gentle kisses along my hairline.

“We’re going to get through this,” he said softly. “You’re going to get better.”

His confidence was enough to keep me happy through the night, but deep down, I was scared he was wrong.

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE - CALEB

My next PT session felt more like a workout than physical therapy. Tara ran me through the usual paces: stretches, walking, and weights. She pushed me harder this time, making me extend my leg further and lift heavier weights. I loved it. For the first time since the fire, I felt like myself again. I felt strong.

“I think you’ll be done soon,” Tara said. “Dr. McGee and I have been talking. We’re in agreement that your progress is amazing.”

“I’m kicking ass,” I said, grinning.

“You’re doing well,” she said firmly.

“Just say it.” I teased. “Just once.”

She rolled her eyes. “Fine,” she said. “You’re kicking ass.”

“That’s right!” I cheered. “God, it feels so fucking good to walk without those damn crutches. I can’t even tell you how much I hated them.”

“I know.” Tara laughed. “You never shut up about it.”

I walked over to my usual chair and sat down. As I toweled off my face, Tara stood beside me and looked around the room. Her next patient would be there soon, and I knew she didn’t want anyone to see us together. But as I stared at her body, I couldn’t control myself.

“Come here,” I said, my voice low and husky. I pulled her into my lap and claimed her lips for a kiss. She pulled away quickly, her eyes darting from side to side. “No one’s here. Relax.”

“This is my job,” she said. “I can’t do this here.”

“Shut up,” I said firmly. “Stop thinking so damn much.”

“So you want me to be stupid?” Tara asked, her eyebrows raised.

“You couldn’t be stupid if you tried,” I said, laughing. “I want you to relax. For five minutes.”

She sighed and stared at me. I could see how much she wanted to give in. Her body was wrapped around mine, and she showed no signs of moving. We kissed again, and this time, it was enough to make my dick twitch in my pants. Tara felt me get hard beneath her. She pulled away with a grin.

“That’s my cue.” She stood up and walked away from me.

“Fucking tease,” I said playfully.

She laughed and waved me away. I grabbed my stuff and followed her to her desk. The best part of having Saturday sessions was that Tara was the only PT in the building. The worse part was that she always jammed her schedule. She had back to back sessions all day, leaving us no time to be together.

I hated it but more than anything, I was worried she would push herself too hard. This cancer wasn’t something to take lightly. I saw the effects on her face every day. When a headache caught her by surprise, the pain was evident. She winced and her eyes glazed over. She couldn’t focus on anything. She could barely speak.